Downward Spiral

Chapter One-5

“Yes, I’d like to inquire about getting all of his hair removed from here down,” she replied, holding her hand up to my nose. “Everything except for the hair on his head and eyebrows.”

“We can do that, but it will take quite a few sessions.”

“Does it ever grow back?”

“Not usually. But you know, that big of a procedure will be quite expensive.”

“That doesn’t matter. When can we start?”

She checked her book and set an appointment for a week from Monday at 2:30. She had that afternoon free.

“That’s great. We’ll be here.”

I never said a word until we were back in the car.

“I thought we were only checking it out.”

“That’s all we did. You don’t start for another week.”

Our next stop was at a place called Jammin’ Ink Tattoo.

“Are we just checking this out, or do you have something else in mind?”

“Today we’re probably just checking it out.”

A guy named Adam greeted us. Margo told him we were interested in penile piercings.

“Oh my God!” I mumbled to myself under my breath.

“Well, there are several to choose from,” Adam explained. “Lots of guys just like a Prince Albert. We cut a hole down in your urethra and usually put a ring in it. But, there are more extensive ones like the apadravya and the ampallang. Women love the apadravya, because the barbell rubs directly on her g-spot during s*x. That one goes vertically through the head of the p***s, where the ampallang goes horizontally through it.”

“Yea, I think that’s the one. Going through horizontally will be better for what I have in mind.”

“Obviously you’ve been doing your homework.” Then he looked at me. “What do you think?”

I learned quickly. “It’s whatever she wants.”

“But it’s your… oh never mind. Would you like to schedule an appointment?”

“Not for the major piercing, but we’ll do a Prince Albert for now. When can you do it?”

“I’m not the one who does the piercings. Let me look at Brad’s book.”

“He’s pretty booked this next week. How about the following Tuesday at three?”

“Great, we’ll be here,” she replied.

As we left, I said, “Boy, you’re taking this stuff really serious. Aren’t you rushing things just a little?”

“I know the things you want. Trust me, you’ll like it when we’re done. Remember, I’ve been on your computer. I’ve learned all the stuff you like. I’m just trying to make you happy.”

“Okay, you win. How about getting some lunch?”

On the way home we stopped at the meat market. I got a couple nice ribeyes to grill for dinner.

Later that evening I was disciplined for my morning’s behavior.

Once naked I was told to spread my legs and bend over grabbing my ankles.

“Straighten your legs. Good. Now, I’m going to use the crop and give you a dozen lashes across your ass. You have to learn to take any discipline that I give out. If you let loose with either hand or straighten up, I start over and double your punishment. I don’t expect any yelling, screaming or begging either. You will take it. If I have to, I will tie you down, but trust me, you will not be happy. You say you like pain, so start working on it. Understand the rules?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I braced myself and locked my jaw shut just before the first slice of the crop landed. She did not do it overly hard, but the streak of fire across both ass cheeks hurt like hell, especially being on previously damaged skin.

“Um.”

Lashes two, three and four started to increase in intensity. My ass was on fire. The pain was more than I thought I could handle, but I held onto my ankles with a sort of death grip, hoping to get through it.

I could hear the whip as it cut through the air. There was a loud crack as it slammed against my tender flesh.

“Ah.”

That one was harder than the previous ones. God, I wish it was over, but I was not quite halfway there. Moments later the sixth lash brought tears to my eyes. I fought back the urge to scream and beg. I had to get through this no matter what.

“Remain where you are, but I’ll give you a slight break while I move to the other side. There… ready?”

I nodded my head just as the next lash deep bruised both ass cheeks. I’m sure a definite welt instantly appeared where that one landed.

She never let up as eight, nine and ten left their marks. I managed to hold on and keep fairly quiet. At least all I did was grunt a little on impact. Now, there was two left. She ran her hand across my ass. Even her light touch wanted to make me scream.

“You’re doing great slave. Don’t lose it now. From what I’ve read, there’s a subspace in your brain that you have to find. It allows you to tolerate the pain a little better. Now hold on. There’s two left.”

“Eleven,” she whispered, as the crop made contact.

“Oh – o….”

“Twelve,” my Mistress declared. That one was harder than all the rest. “Now remain right where you are. Don’t let go or move until I get back.”

She was gone for several minutes. God, I wanted to straighten up and rub my ass, but I couldn’t. Mistress returned with a pair of handcuffs and locked them on my wrists.

“That’s so you don’t touch yourself.”

Then she lowered her shorts and panties and lay back on the bed. “You know what to do, slave.”

I immediately sank to my knees and buried my face between her legs. Instantly I knew how much she enjoyed my whipping. Her p***y was soaked with that musky cream that she has when she gets sexually excited. I don’t know what to call it, but with a guy, it’s referred to as pre-c*m. With her it’s probably some sort of a natural lube. I licked all of it as it flowed from her honey pot. It was my reward.

My oral s*x put her over the edge a couple of times before she pushed me away. As she got up she noticed my hard –on. I was fully erect and wanted some attention.

“What’s it worth to you if I let you c*m?”

“Anything you want, Mistress.”

“Go get me a glass of wine, and I’ll think about it.”

When I got back from downstairs with a glass of Chardonnay, she had a rather large strap-on c**k fastened around her waist.

“This is the price. Make the ultimate surrender to me. Give yourself to me completely and make yourself my slave forever.”

I swallowed hard and stared at the rubber d**k that stuck out from her loins. It was bigger than my own, probably seven inches long and an inch and a half in diameter.

“Well, what’s it gonna be? You get to jerk off, and I take your virginity.”

“I didn’t know that jerking off was going to be so expensive.”

“Good things always are.”

Fuck, I was so hot and horny. I needed to blow so badly.

“Haven’t you ever wanted to take some girl in the ass with your little dicky?”

That’s the first time she’s ever called my c**k small. I looked down at my hard, throbbing c**k and then looked at the one she wanted to use on me. I knew eventually it would come to this, so I finally gave in.

“Please f**k me with your c**k, Mistress.”

“Then get on your knees and suck on it. You’re going to need some lube, you know.”

“You want me to suck it as well?”

“Of course, slut. Suck on it just like I suck on yours.”

Reluctantly I eased down on my knees. The evil dong was right there before my face. Slowly I opened my mouth and let her slip it in. My tongue went to work on it, trying to get it as wet as possible. She grabbed the back of my head and forced it to the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, so she eased it back a little.

“Just relax and tilt your head back a little. Breathe through your nose.”

I did as she asked, and she pushed it in a little deeper. I choked and coughed as she tried to make me deep throat the monster. Finally, she let me stop.

“From now on, you’re going to work on giving blow jobs. If you practice every day, you’ll finally get it. Now get up on the bed on your knees. Grab hold of the center post of the headboard.”

As I knelt there, she pushed my back down.

“Put your ass high in the air and push your stomach and chest down on the mattress as far as you can. That’s better.”

I expected her to just try to ram the monster right in, but she didn’t. I felt some cool liquid being rubbed on my ass bud. Then she slid a finger in. She pushed it in and out for a minute or two before adding a second finger, trying to loosen me up. Finally she got a third finger in my hole.

“Now relax. Remember, this is the ultimate act of surrendering yourself to your Mistress. I’m going to push it in a little and then let your muscles relax around it. Then we’ll continue. Remember, if you relax and push like you’re passing a giant turd, it will go much easier.”

Relaxation didn’t seem to be on my agenda when facing this situation. Suddenly I felt it between my cheeks. It was resting against my puckered little hole. Then there was some pressure as the evil thing stared to break through the muscles of my tightly clenched asshole.

“You’ve got to relax. If you persist on fighting me, I’ll just ram it in and f**k you as hard as I can. Now be a nice little slut and take it.”

Finally I relaxed enough for her to get the head of the evil monster inside of me.

“It really hurts, Mistress. Please take it out. It’s too big. Please, Mistress,” I pleaded.

She pulled it out and let me relax for a minute.

“Now, it’s going back in. It won’t hurt as bad this time. Relax and surrender to your Mistress. Give yourself to me. Please me and enjoy the pain.”

As she started again, it slid past my sphincter a little easier. Mistress waited a moment and then slid another two inches of it into me. She pulled back and started a slow steady motion – in and out, in and out. Every time the phallus went in, it went just a little deeper.

“Ah.”

“We’re almost there.”

Then she started f*****g me, while pushing my back down. Faster and faster she went, f*****g me ever deeper and harder. Before long she was slamming it in all the way, bouncing her hips against my deeply bruised ass. But there was something going on inside me that I liked. Moments later I felt something running down the inside of my leg. I thought I was bleeding or something.

“Mistress, please stop. I think I’m bleeding.”

“No slut. I’m milking you dry. I’m forcing your c*m out without you having an orgasm. Don’t worry; you’ll welcome it someday.”

She must have f****d me for another five minutes. Then she slowly pulled out.

“Now turn around and get on your knees in front of me. Now slave!”

As I did, I knew what she was going to have me do. Her fake c**k was certainly not in the same clean condition as it was before this whole ordeal began. Now, the surface of the c**k was covered with streaks of blood, a slimy mixture and traces of feces. I closed my eyes and sucked it clean, nearly vomiting several times before I finished.

“I guess that seals the deal, doesn’t it slave? That makes you my slave forever. It should make you happy. Your greatest fantasy has finally become a reality.”

“Thank you, Mistress. I will serve forever.”

“Oh, I know you will.”