Whips, Chains & Wicked Women, Slutboy Stories

Nikki-1

Nikki

As she slinks seductively up to me where I lie chained to her bed she doesn’t look the least bit like a delightfully inventive, cruelly creative dominatrix.

To start with, she wears sheer, see-though white lingerie that hangs just past her ass, splits wide down her braless front and still leaves almost nothing to the imagination. Her tiny g-string is transparent as well, and instead of thigh-high, black leather boots she sports simple little three-inch pumps, and matching fishnet stockings. Her lovely face is soft, shy and open, young and innocent looking rather than stern, mature and harsh.

Twenty-one year-old Nikki’s eyes are large, limpid and brown; her hair is long and thick and just a shade darker. Center-parted it hangs in simple, heavy sheaves to either side, gently curling the last eight inches and wonderfully shiny. Her body is slender and petite, her breasts small but fetchingly formed, like teacups with big, coffee-brown n*****s. Everything about her seems sweet and meek – all in all nothing to suggest the kind of woman who would take total, uncompromising control over a man. And until just a week ago, I’d have sworn she wasn’t. But then I made a mistake, one I’ve become convinced I will never recover from.

She’d just slipped off my supine body, after riding my c**k to the most sublime mutual climax of our lives. Sighing with appreciation she stretched out next to me. Overcome with love, besotted by post-coital afterglow, I couldn’t help using every hyperbole that came to mind in swearing my devotion to her.

“Oh, Nikki, you are so absolutely, fabulously wonderful! You are by far the hottest, sexiest, most beautiful woman in the entire world. I love you more than anything else ever! I swear I’d do anything at all for you. I would die for you if it came to that!”

“Liar,” she said, with a skeptical smirk. “You would not.”

“Oh, yes I would,” I avowed. “Since I’ve met you, you’ve become my entire world, the one thing I care about more than anything else, even my own life!”

“So you would do absolutely any thing for me, huh? Prove it then. Kiss my feet!”

“Gladly!” I cried. Immediately I scrambled down the bed and began covering those tiny, perfect feet with hearty, heart-felt kisses.

Nikki giggled at this, and let me get on with it for a bit. But then she unexpectedly pushed the soles in my face. “Good for you. But don’t just kiss them Charlie. Lick the ground I walk on!”

Again I didn’t hesitate. I lapped eagerly at each heel and instep, even pushing my tongue between each of her cute little toes. Again she giggled uncontrollably.

“Okay, stop it! That tickles!” Suddenly her expressive brown eyes gleamed with inspired mischief. “I’ll tell you what!” She rolled over. “Kiss my ass instead!”

Obediently I began raining kisses on her firm, perfectly formed buttocks.

“I said my ass, not my butt!” Nikki corrected me. “Kiss my hole! In fact, French kiss it! Stick your tongue right up there!”

Okay, this was getting to be a bit more than I bargained for. But I remained determined to prove my sincerity. I did as I was told, forcing my way inside her from behind. Nikki moaned at this. She spread her legs out wide and lifted up her butt to me.

“Oh, Charlie, that feels good! Keep doing it. In fact, tongue-f**k me! Get as deep inside my sainted ass as you can…”

Nikki’s arousal generated an equal response in me. Despite the humiliation I felt at servicing her in this way I began to get hard again myself. I drove my tongue repeatedly up into her, as deep as possible, while she began to rhythmically push back against me. For nearly ten minutes then I slavishly tongue-f****d her butt. She meanwhile moaned, gripped the sheet with both hands and forced herself back up into my laboring face. Finally she quit, rolled over, saw my raging erection and giggled contemptuously at me.

“Look at you! You’ve got a f*****g hard-on! You really got off on that, didn’t you, you little ass-kisser? Okay then Charlie, here’s something else you can do for me to prove your undying devotion. Jerk yourself off! Right now! I always wanted to watch a guy play with himself. Show me how you get your rocks off when I’m not around!”

“But…but…” I spluttered, “I don’t jerk off!”

Nikki laughed even more contemptuously at me at that.

“Yeah right! What eighteen year-old doesn’t jerk off! You’ve probably been doing it every day for the last five years. So do it for me! Right now! You said you’d do absolutely anything for me. Prove it!”

She was right of course: I’d been jerking off regularly since I was fourteen. But the thought of touching myself in front of somebody else was mortifying in the extreme. Yet what choice did I have? I did tell her I’d do anything for her, even die. And would it really kill me to be seen m**********g by the woman I love – the only woman I’ve ever loved, for that matter? Nikki piled two pillows against the headboard, moved aside and pointed to them.

“Lean back there,” she ordered. “Bend your knees, spread your legs out wide, take your hard c**k in your hand and show me what a filthy little pervert you are in the privacy of your own bedroom.”

Blushing furiously, I forced myself to comply with her command. She sat cross-legged right in front of me, settling between my splayed-wide legs less than a yard away. Still gleaming mischievously at me, she goaded me on immediately.

“Now do it! Whack off for me, you shameless slut!”

Groaning with a conflicted stew of emotions (love, humiliation, arousal, and a strange, sick species of excitement) I took my unconscionably straining member in hand and began pumping it slowly up and down.

“That’s right,” breathed Nikki at me. “Wank your crank, you little slut. You are a little slut, aren’t you boy? A cute little p***s pulling, slut-boy!”

Utterly unable to respond verbally to this, I merely accelerated my ministrations. Despite the fact that I’d just had the best orgasm of my young life not half an hour ago, I found myself amazingly getting harder and harder, the more so the more pitilessly she humiliated me.

“Hey, slut-boy, look me in the eye while you do it. And jerk yourself harder, faster. You know damn well that you love every second of this!”

Groaning more eloquently than ever, I obeyed her. Soon I found myself drowning in those twinkling orbs, the smirking scorn and gleeful titillation reflected there more of a turn-on than even that fabulous body displayed naked just in front of me. And still the orders and taunts continued.

“Use your other hand too! Rub your balls, finger your ass, squeeze and twist your n*****s. Play your body like an erotic instrument for me, you jerk-off you!”

Soon I was panting breathlessly, stimulating myself with an urgency and creativity I’d never imagined myself capable of. Writhing against that pillow pile, my toes curling automatically and my face burning as hot as my pounded-on c**k, I began to whimper as I performed. I just couldn’t believe being so humiliated was such a powerful turn-on. For nearly twenty minutes I abased and aroused myself relentlessly, until finally my gasping and jerking reached an incredible crescendo, one Nikki recognized right away from our three-week courtship.

“That’s it, Slut-boy, come on! Come for me! Come all over yourself, you disgusting slut! I command it, I demand it! Empty those motherfucking balls!”

It was the last straw. I cried out in wretched, cataclysmic release, pumping myself with a final mad frenzy that saw the last few clots and drops left in my balls spurt up and out of my burning d**k and all over my lower belly. At last I collapsed then, listening to Nikki clapping and laughing with an appreciative malice that was both gratifying and unsettling in equal measure. She leaned forward then, licking those hot sticky drops off me and then taking my entire softening prick into her mouth. She squeezed the base hard with her lips and pulled slowly back, professionally draining me of every last drip. Then she sat back, eying my spent form and flushed face with insidious speculation. And slowly an unholy grin spread across her perfect features.

“That was fun. Damn, that was fun! I can’t remember when I’ve had such a rewarding, exciting experience. I like making you do things. In fact, I love it! And I can make you do anything I want. Can’t I?”

All I could do was slump panting in aftermath. Then to my shocked disbelief Nikki suddenly slapped me hard across the face. “Can’t I?” she demanded. She grabbed me by the chin and leaned in close. “Tell me I can make you do anything at all I want. Say yes, or get the f**k out of my house right now and never come back!”

For a second I actually considered it.

What the hell had happened to the shy, sweet girl I’d fallen helplessly in love with? But then I remembered that weird charge, the inexplicable excitement I’d gotten from being sexually humiliated by her. I drank in her close-up incomparable beauty, quailed before her impossibly potent sexuality, and felt all of my desperate love for her flooding through me again. The thought of losing this magnificent female, of being banished from her life forever, was suddenly terrifying, inconceivable to me. I swallowed hard, looked straight into her demanding gaze and gladly gave my life away.

“Yes Nikki. You can make me do anything you want.”

“Good boy.”

The smile she gave me was priceless. Then she kissed me so deeply and passionately that my twice-spent c**k gave an entirely impossible twitch. After that she leaned back again, her eyes shining and her lovely features wreathed with that mischievous glee.

“You know something honey? I’ve always wanted a pet. A cute little doggy I could cuddle and play with, order about and train to do all kinds of tricks. Unfortunately I’m allergic to them – cats too. But you’ll be my little doggy, won’t you? You’ll be my completely obedient pet and I’ll be your master. From now on, that’s the way it’s going to be between us. It’s that or nothing. So say ‘Yes Master!’ for me boy, and become my pet forever.”

Squirming with humiliation and yet unbearably excited by this perversity, I obeyed my new master without thinking.

“Yes Master!”

“Good boy,” Nikki grinned. “From now on that is what you’ll always call me: Master. And I will call you Slut-boy. That is your new name. Now bark for me, Slut-boy. Bark like the cute little doggy you are!”

“Woof, woof, woof!” I couldn’t believe I was doing this…

“No, no, Slut-boy!” Master slapped me again, and hard. “That’s what a big dog sounds like. You are a cute little lap dog. Try again!”

“Arf, arf, arf!”

“Good boy!” she giggled. “Now let’s see what tricks you can do!”

She ordered me to roll over. I did. She said to play dead, and I stuck my hands and feet in the air, crossed my eyes and let my tongue loll out. She tossed her discarded panties over by the door and cried, “Fetch, Slut-boy!” I scrambled off the bed, crossed the room on all fours, picked them up in my mouth (the scent of them finally making me hard again) and returned them to her. Master, still giggling fit to split, rewarded me then by letting me lie next to her and dry-hump her thigh. Oh, how I rubbed my hard-on against her silky skin, moaning with need and excitement. After that she made me sit up and beg.

I knelt before her, holding my arms to my chest with the paws hanging limply down – in contrast to my c**k, which was pointing urgently upright. I let my tongue hang out and implored her surpassing beauty with my most beseeching puppy-dog eyes and pathetic little whines. Master clapped and laughed appreciatively at this.

“Good, Slut-boy! Unfortunately I don’t have any treats to reward you with. I’ll have to make that my first priority. In the meantime though, how’s this for a reward? I command you to move out of your parents’ house and in with me. Forget about going to college. I have enough money to support us both. And I want you here, obeying and playing with me, around the clock for the rest of my life. So dispose of all your clothes and other belongings – you won’t need them anymore – and be back here by four o’clock tomorrow afternoon. Your new life as my loyal little dog will really begin then! Now get dressed and get out! Master needs to be alone now.”

And so I left. I went home, where I endured a sleepless night divided about equally between anxious worries about what I was getting into and painfully erect memories of the day past mixed with mad fantasies about the future. Not once however did I entertain thoughts of disobeying my new Master. I was going to move in with her and play out this kinky game no matter where it led me – that was indisputable.