Twelve Steps To Hell

Chapter 4

Miss Katsumi coos approvingly at this. Then she uses the velvety bloom of that single rose to begin teasing my hardness in maddening fashion.

Stroking the petals gently up and down the sensitive underside of the shaft she smiles that amused indulgence at my helpless moans and autonomic twitching. She tickles the questing tip with it, and then nestles the whole head deep into the soft cup of the flower and spins it back and forth. Standing with my legs spread and my hands clasped behind my back as directed I’m trembling uncontrollably and gasping with arousal as she stimulates me. Still she keeps it up, murmuring at me with well-bred disappointment.

“Won’t you spurt for me, young man? Empty your seed into my flower? Must I take more drastic measures to render you limp once again? Very well, wait here and don’t move.”

Leaving me panting and quivering and barely able to credit what’s been happening Miss Katsumi moves to a large brass gong standing by the fireplace and strikes it.

A deep, reverberating tone sounds, and moments later Aiko returns. Her obvious hostility only exacerbated by the sight of me standing there naked and erect, she curtsies briefly.

“Yes, Mistress Kimiko?”

“Aiko, my new prospect needs some help emptying himself. Take his tie there from the chair and bind his hands.”

“Yes, Mistress”

She does this with vicious cruelty, lashing my wrists so tightly together my hands will no doubt soon go numb as the circulation is cut off.

“Good. Now milk him for me please.”

Clearly fulminating with hatred, the little maid nonetheless does as ordered. She steps around me, seizes my throbbing c**k in a pitilessly tight grip and immediately begins bitterly jacking me with a speed and fury that threatens to rip my manhood right from my body.

This situation has gone from bizarre to literally incredible, in the sense that no rational observer could credit its occurrence. I’m standing naked in a lavish mansion. Having been put in bondage for the first time ever with my own tie, I’m being m*********d by a domestic servant who unaccountably loathes me while her employer – my prospective wife no less – looks on with an amused and critical eye. Perversely enough, I find the situation wildly arousing, a circumstance that becomes even more pronounced when Miss Katsumi circles around behind me and to the opposite side of Aiko. She uses the rose I’ve given her to tease my n*****s with the bloom while she breathes seductive orders into my ear.

“Spill it, boy! Spill your seed for me! Empty your sacs, for you may not get another such chance in this life. Who knows what the future may hold? Would you so displease me before your formal training even begins?”

Gritting my teeth and concentrating desperately on every incredibly kinky nuance of this experience, I can feel myself indeed building gradually toward climax. But not quickly enough. Suddenly Miss Katsumi steps back and viciously whips my ass with that flower. Her voice and manner are instantly transformed from gentle remonstration to an icy, demanding insistence.

“Ejaculate boy! Now damn you! Spill that filthy seed!”

Again and again she lashes that long, limber, thorny stem against my buttocks, scoring the unblemished skin she just so approvingly examined with nearly a dozen stinging welts and scratches. The sudden and unexpected pain and change in tone are galvanizing. Of course my terribly hard c**k is already killing me, with hate-filled little Aiko so viciously squeezing and wrenching on it for all she’s worth. But having my beloved, ultimate authority figure whipping and haranguing me is wildly thrilling in a scary and utterly inexplicable new way. Under this combined assault I swear I can feel my balls actually clench, and at last I cry out (another first for me) as the hot spunk begins pumping forcefully out of me.

It’s the most powerful, sustained, and utterly draining orgasm in my experience. When at last it finishes I’m suddenly feeling faint and swaying alarmingly.

For a minute I’m afraid I’m actually going to pass out. But then once again Miss Katsumi is cooing approvingly at me as she strokes the seriously ragged head of that rose up and down the crack of my ass and even rubs it against my anus.

“Well done, boy. I don’t think you could possibly be emptier now. Here, hold this for me.” She pushes the midpoint of that thorny stem between my teeth. When I clamp down on it she turns her attention to her maid.

“Did you not bring a cleaning rag with you, little Aiko? I’m afraid you’ll have to make do however you can then. Get down there and clean that up promptly, my dear. Begin with that precious new toy of mine and then see to the floor. Then you are dismissed.”

“Yes, Mistress Kimiko.” Aiko gives a stifled sob of enraged degradation. Nevertheless to my astonishment she drops immediately to her knees before me and takes my entire limp c**k into her mouth. Glaring daggers of hate at me through a clear shimmer of tears in those depthless black eyes, she forms her mouth into an O-shaped seal and pulls slowly back. Wondrously soothing the badly abraded skin, her wet, tightly compressing lips squeeze every last drop from me and then squeegee the spillage from my formerly messy head. When my tip slips from her at last she gives me one more look that wishes me dead and in hell forever. Then she drops her face to the floor and begins licking the rest of my ejaculate up straight off the hexagonal tiles.

To say I’m appalled beyond belief is once again the understatement of the year. Aiko’s Mistress has already dismissed her from consideration however, and shortly she gives me no choice but to do the same. She has withdrawn something small, shiny and metallic from her pocket and is addressing me once again.

“I told you last night that cheating on me will not be tolerated. Of course, that which has just occurred I don’t consider cheating since it was done under my direction. But I must ensure that you remain faithful to me at all times. That includes indulging in any onanism.”

She fits that small metallic something over my now clean and flaccid p***s.

This is revealed to be a tight steel sleeve of some sort that encases the entire shaft from base to glans. Further fittings encircle the base of my scrotum and the point where my genitals as a whole join my body. I both feel and hear a series of chilling clicks as these are tightened, and when Miss Katsumi is finished my limp d**k is locked down snugly against my testicles with only the head protruding, completely unable to erect.

“There!” she declares with supreme satisfaction. “You will wear this chastity device until you are either expelled from my program or you become my husband.”

Once again I’m profoundly appalled and not just a little terrified. This second condition is worsened by the look Aiko flashes me as she rises back to her feet and leaves the room. In addition to the usual unreasoning hate, and yes, jealousy, she now wears a sneer of spitefully malignant relish, as if her wish to see unlimited ill done to me has at last begun to be gratified. Unfortunately, I have no attention to spare for this malicious little creature or for my sickening churn of emotions. Miss Katsumi is still addressing me, and in fact defining the parameters of my immediate future. I must remain properly submissive and attentive at all costs.

“As for that program, Mistress Kimiko’s twelve-step training regimen has now formally begun. From this point on you will do as Aiko does and address me as just that: Mistress Kimiko or simply Mistress as the occasion warrants.

“Perhaps in moments of special intimacy or even affection between us I will overlook you using the more informal Mistress Kim. But that is the absolute limit of the familiarity I will allow. In return you will henceforth be known to me simply as ‘slave’, for until we are married and I give you a new permanent name that is essentially what you will be. Of course in public, at your remaining AA meetings for example, you will continue to refer to me as Miss Katsumi and I will suffer to call you Dale. Is that understood, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress Kimiko,” I respond around the rose clenched in my mouth.

Being informed that I’ve just been enslaved, which would have shocked and dismayed me less than ten minutes ago, suddenly seems like small beer next to the news that it will be a full year before I can enjoy another orgasm or even erection. I’m also grappling with the extent to which Mistress Kimiko’s existing servants are expected and willing to obey her orders. Aiko clearly loathes and despises me more than anyone else has ever in my life. Yet she just jerked me to orgasm, sucked my d**k clean and then licked my come off the floor underfoot without hesitation or complaint. Mistress Kimiko is speaking again however. And despite being profoundly shaken by these developments I remain fanatically determined to prove worthy of earning her hand. I give her my undivided attention once again.

“Step one of Mistress Kimiko’s program is what I call ‘disposition’. This should prove easiest of all for you, slave. This month you must show me that you have the proper attitude to be my mate. I will expect you to be unfailingly respectful, deferential, attentive to my every word and need, and pathetically desperate to please me at all times. You must prove that I mean the world to you and that you can never be happy or fulfilled unless I am. Do you understand me completely, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress Kimiko.”

“Very well. Today is Friday. You will pay court to me three times a week. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday you will arrive precisely at noon, and without any lurking around outside the gate first. You will speak to no one about me and you will stay strictly away at all other times.” Mistress Kimiko unknots the tie binding my hands, which have indeed gone numb, and drops it on the floor.

“You may get dressed now, slave. Then you will let yourself out. You may keep that battered and bloodied rose as a portentous memento of this very auspicious beginning.”

“Thank you, Mistress Kimiko. I swear on my life I will not let you down. I will be the first and only graduate of your program, and your most devoted husband forever.”

She smiles that enigmatic little smile at this.

“So they all say, slave. I truly hope you are right though. We shall see. Now dress and go. You are dismissed until Monday. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Mistress Kimiko.”

Less than half an hour has passed, and already my life seems changed beyond recognition. Despite my imprisoned genitals, supposed enslavement and the confounding behavior of the maid, Aiko, I couldn’t be happier at how things have gone. Speaking of Aiko, on my way out I pass her again. Again she glares poisonous hatred mixed with malicious vindication at me. I still have no idea what her problem is, but for now at least it’s not mine it’s hers. So I give her an insultingly wide smile and stride by, whistling a jaunty tune as I go.

******* in my studio apartment I strip naked again and spend some time examining the two tangible pieces of evidence of those aforementioned momentous changes: the chastity device and the welts and scratches on my ass. These are still painful, and studying them in the mirror I feel a return of that inexplicable thrill. Mistress Kimiko whipped me, she actually whipped me, and with a flower I gave her as a gift, never realizing what an effective weapon it would make. Stirred by that unconscionable excitement I transfer that makeshift switch from my hand back to between my teeth, painfully puncturing my lip on one of those nearly quarter-inch long thorns. Then I rub my freed hands wonderingly over my wounded backside.

As I do, that perverse exhilaration returns, making my heart-rate accelerate and my p***s stiffen. This is painfully abraded too within its tight sleeve, and that surface irritation is quickly joined by a deeper, more insistent agony as my attempted erection is stymied. Yet that pain is arousing in itself, creating a feedback cycle that rapidly escalates both the agony in my member and the s****l excitement gripping me. Lovingly rubbing the wounds Mistress Kimiko inflicted on me and wallowing in reminisce of that infliction, I’m soon so overwhelmed with arousal that despite just ejaculating I feel I must masturbate or go mad. Thus I’m introduced to the nearly intolerable frustration that will be my almost constant companion for the foreseeable future.