Secret Mascot

Chapter Six-1

Chapter Six

The door to three thirty-seven was wrenched open almost immediately. There stood Mistress Dani, her lovely face disfigured by a hideously malignant rage.

She was dressed in just a sports bra and matching spandex shorts of navy blue. This skimpy, skin-tight and wildly exiting outfit exposed more of her than I’d ever seen before: buffed-up arms and shoulders, washboard belly narrowing to a tiny waist and then those outrageously flaring hips. Every bulging muscle of her Herculean thighs and butt were clearly defined, and thin stretched fabric also clung to every contour of her pneumatic breasts, letting me see their exact, perfectly symmetrical shapes right to the protruding tips of her n*****s.

To say my breath was taken away is to find truth in a cliché: I was so awed I literally forgot to breathe. My knees immediately weakened too, and I almost swooned between arousal and intimidation. My insanely fearsome Mistress seemed deliberately sculpted from animate obsidian to appeal to all my most submissive compulsions. Perversely this madness of enervating desire only intensified when it became clear almost immediately that Dani was dressed not for s****l appeal but for ease of movement throughout the most athletic exertions. Mistress clearly had a workout planned that would not only test me to my un-guessed limits, not only ease the distress of her disastrous day, but that would also more than make up for whatever rampant physicality she’d been denied in her past two games, first from sitting on the bench and then being ejected frustratingly early. Perceiving this I was so overcome with terrified lust that all I could do was stand there and gape at her.

“Goddamn it, get in here, boy!” she snarled, yanking me inside and then slamming and locking the door behind me. “I am so pissed off I can’t even think straight! Didn’t you get my email message? I told you to be here by seven instead!”

Not even waiting for me to try to babble out some useless apology Dani plowed commandingly on.

“Haven’t you got a cell phone? No? Then get one, damn it! I want you on call for me at all times. I don’t ever want to have to wait on you again!”

At last, Mistress took a deep breath, and then reassured me (if only obliquely) that it wasn’t me she was primarily pissed off at.

“We’re going to find out just how much you love me tonight, boy. I am f*****g bursting with rage after that fiasco today, and I’m going to take it all out on you. Are you prepared to accommodate your mistress in this? Are you willing to submit to me releasing all my unhealthy emotions in an absolutely epic thrashing of your ass?”

Despite that helpless quailing inside, I was of course rendered more than ever a slave to my love and desire for Dani by both her unbelievable body and consummate authority and my inexplicable addiction to being her victim. I didn’t hesitate for an instant.

“Yes, Mistress Dani. I belong to you entirely. Do whatever you wish to me. I’m outraged by the injustice done to you today too, and I’m terribly sorry I wasn’t here for you earlier. Please extract payback from me until you feel relieved. I live to make you happy however I can.”

“Then get your clothes off, boy. I want you naked and oh-so vulnerable!”

As I hastily stripped Dani rummaged a moment in the top drawer of her desk. I noticed that both her devastating new pointer and the belt she’d taken from me last week were laid out waiting on her bed. Then she turned back to me, and I saw that she was holding a wide roll of black plastic strapping tape. Right away she ripped off a strip of this and plastered it over my mouth, followed by another which overlapped it in an extensive X that reached high up my cheeks and down under the shelf of my jaw.

“God, I’d love to hear you screaming and bawling under my whip right now!” Mistress growled. “Seeing you gagged is nice, but I want to revel in every decibel of your distress. Unfortunately as long as we’re doing this in the dorm we have to be discreet about it.

“Okay, stand over here boy, and bend over the back of this chair. I need to make sure you can’t change your mind halfway through this and try to chicken out. Of course, it might be fun to have to wrestle you down and physically subdue you before finishing your punishment. But I don’t want to wreck the room. There’s too much of Sadie’s stuff in here that I don’t fancy replacing. That’s another reason for us to find a better place for our domination dates…”

Mistress positioned me standing nude behind her desk chair, my tied-down c**k already straining painfully at its tether. Following her instructions I bent over the back of this until I was almost double, reaching down to clasp the outside of the back legs of the chair at about my mid-calf. Right away she used that tape to bind my wrists and ankles to them thus, preventing me from escaping her or even rising up from my uncomfortably folded-over posture. Then she tossed the tape aside and picked up the pointer I’d so inadvisably given her.

“I see your butt is finally healed up,” she breathed venomously. “How convenient: just in time for me to wound it even worse! Okay, white boy, prepare to suffer more than ever before. Mistress has got a lot of unholy anger to get out of her system!”

And so for the second of eventual innumerable times Mistress Dani commenced to thrash my ass. Right away the pain was far worse than earlier and not just because that new pointer made such a much more effective weapon. Truly it was thinner and harder, more whip-like in its limberness and generated more centrifugal force due to its greater length. But burning fury also made for a far greater motivator than simple excitement. Mistress slashed her stick against me with every iota of might at her disposal, getting all the strength of her body and all the seething outrage roiling her psyche into every incredibly vehement stroke.

Grunting like Monica Seles in a Grand Slam final she delivered both forehand and backhand shots, punctuating every vicious hit with a gasp of sadistic excess. As for me, I screamed and wept most satisfactorily for her, struggling fruitlessly and autonomically with the tape securing me in an insanity of unprecedented agony. Though being in bondage for the first time ever added a particularly acute and novel thrill to the proceedings that my p***s tether had only hinted at, the s****l excitement I craved in this experience was quickly subsumed by the sheer excruciation of it. Soon my p***s hung limp and chagrined, swinging with the impetus of that endless beating and no longer testing its tether in the least. With my flushed cheeks burning and blood pounding in my lowered head I could only suffer extravagantly and cling grimly to my infinite, unconditional love of the incomparable woman beating me: the only possible thing which might see me through such a traumatic ordeal.

Eventually, I received the briefest respite when Mistress paused to switch weapons. But then right away it was once again that supple leather belt whistling through the air to crack resoundingly against my ass, and again my tears were splashing and puddling on the chair seat beneath me and my screams were being stifled by the wide strips of tape gagging me. For what must have been forty minutes or so Mistress whipped me thus, only to finally switch back to the pointer. This time she took to belaboring the backs of my thighs – doubtlessly my buttocks could withstand no more damage without putting me in the hospital. Another eternity of agony passed then as first the pointer and then once again the belt welted me beyond endurance. But as ten o’clock neared – fully two hours since I’d first been incapacitated – Mistress Dani at last loosed an enormous sigh of satisfaction and dropped the belt. Once again she used my shirt to towel the sweat from her face and her own extensively bruised body before suddenly groaning ruefully.

“Oh brother, is my arm and shoulder going to be stiff and sore tomorrow! That was one hell of a workout: exceptionally fun and fulfilling beyond belief. But at least now I’ll be able to sleep tonight. I don’t know how I ever managed to get along without you, boy. Two sessions of whipping you and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to give it up.” She groaned again, working her arm in a circle before addressing me seriously.

“Okay, baby, I want you to stop blubbering now. You’ve paid beautifully for what that asshole ref and those cheating cunts did to us today, and I’m feeling very fond of you at the moment. Don’t jeopardize that. Let’s get you untied now make some plans for the next time.”

Dani used a pair of scissors to free me from the chair, and then ripped the tape painfully from my face. She gave me a dazzling smile as I wobbled there naked and whimpering before her, sniffling and gingerly caressing my abysmally abused backside.

“Okay, boy, we have to find a better place to do this next week. Got any ideas?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I hiccupped, still striving for equilibrium after my ordeal. “We can do it at my place. I live alone. It’s a great big house out on the edge of the suburbs. There are no neighbors for about half a mile on either side – no one to hear anything or intrude unexpectedly. It’s about ten miles away, but you can take a taxi there and back. I’ll pay for it gladly. I’ll make you a wonderful dinner too. How about steaks on the grill? Then you’ll have all the privacy in the world to do whatever you want to me for as long as you like. I would be honored beyond belief if you would accept my hospitality next weekend, and any other time you wished to use me for your domineering pleasure.”

Dani beamed with astounded delight at this information.

“You have your own house?”

“It is practically a mansion, Mistress. My grandparents left it to me. I’m very lonely out there too. I’d do anything to get you to visit me once in a while.”

Dani’s jaw dropped, and then she pealed forth infectious laughter.

“Well aren’t you just the slave-boy from heaven! And aren’t I just the luckiest mistress in the whole world? Oh, this is simply too good to be true! Okay, boy, it’s decided: from now on we play black master and white slave at your place, starting a week from tonight. Only I’m afraid I don’t have anything appropriate to wear to a dinner-and-domination date…”

“I can fix that, Mistress. I would love to give you another token of my devotion. Shop on-line for whatever outfit you want. Then e-mail me the link to the p*****t page. I won’t even look at what you’ve chosen; I’ll just buy it for you. I’ve been desperate to come up with an appropriate present ever since settling on that stodgy calculator.”

“Shoes too, boy?”

“Of course, Mistress! What’s a sexy new dress without matching shoes too?”

“Fabulous!” Mistress laughed again, clapping her hands with glee. “Oh, I could almost kiss you, boy! You are an aspiring dominatrix’ dream come true!”

The sight of Mistress’ delight warmed my heart up almost to the temperature of my still flaming backside, and now it was tears of love and joy that pricked my eyes.

“Shall I have them shipped to you here?”

“Oh no, boy, that wouldn’t do. Send them to your own house, but don’t you dare peek at them before I have them on.”

“Of course not, Mistress. Why spoil such an exciting surprise?”

Emboldened by these wonderful developments, I hesitated just a second. Then at last I asked the question I was increasingly desperate for an answer to.

“Mistress Dani, my wonderful beloved owner, could you please release my p***s now? I’ve been absolutely dying to worshipfully jerk it off to you!”

“Oh, but don’t you want to wait another week?” Mistress Dani grinned mischievously. She stepped up closer, fixing me with her gleaming gaze and focusing all of her incredible allure on me. “Think of how much more intense your orgasm will be if you abstain for twice as long,” she breathed. “Plus you’ll be seeing me in all of my fabulous decked-out beauty, wearing the new outfit you’ve given me in the privacy of your very own home. And perhaps, after I’ve thrashed you once again, I’ll even let you jerk off right in front of me, ogling me shamelessly all the while. Isn’t that worth a week’s wait, my unconscionably perverted young slave?”

Mistress’ wishes were of course irresistible; her authority absolute. And the scenario she depicted was undoubtedly madly erotic. Already my p***s was back straining at its implacable silk leash. Despite the pain and frustration swamping me I could only agree.

“Yes, Mistress Dani. If that’s what you want than I want it too.”

“I’m glad to hear that, boy. That should be your mantra. Now what I want is for you to get dressed and get out of here so that I can do some on-line shopping. Go home, play with my panties and gaze at my picture, treasure your wounds and remember me whipping you. Look forward with unbearable anticipation to a week from tonight. It will be the most exciting evening of your life so far – I absolutely guarantee it.”

“Okay, Mistress. I love you more than anyone ever loved anyone anywhere.”

“I know you do, slave-boy. Now get out.”

“Right away, Mistress.”

Within a minute I was on my way home.