This story had been bubbling around in my brain for a long time before I finally got it written as I wanted. After many rough drafts and revision, this is it. I hope you enjoy and as always, any comments, feedback is welcome. you can email me at mistress_lascivious@yahoo.com.
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Warning this story contains graphic sex between adults. If you are underage, or if it's illegal where you are, or if the subject matter offends you, go away.
"FORCED TO TAKE A SECOND JOB"
She was walking slowly, her eyes searching. Her predatory instincts were on full alert. Then she spotted him, leaving his office.
"Ah, perfect" she thought. "He is running late and isn't aware of his surroundings." She had stalked him for a while. Originally she had met him in a chat room, where she had gleaned enough information to actually find him. She also knew his deep dark secret craving to be dominated. He was going to be exactly what she needed for this new job. Timing her steps perfectly she met him at the dark entryway to the parking garage.
"Hello pussyboy" she whispered to him. Startled he froze in place. His eyes searched her face but couldn't see any detail in the darkness.
"What the fuck? Who are you talking to" he stammered, aware that his cock was immediately rock hard.
"I'm talking to you pussyboy. I know what you want, need and crave" she said as she placed her hands on his chest, pushing him further into the dark. He felt helpless, even though he knew he was physically stronger than her. Somehow her presence overwhelmed him.
Three hours later Carmine was on his knees, sucking her strapon wondering how she had found him. His naked body glistened with sweat, as she forcefully fucked his mouth and throat. His hard bound cock bounced and precum dripped from it all the way to the floor in long strings. His ass burned from the huge butt plug buried deep inside him. He could look over and see himself in a floor to ceiling mirror, his body littered with writing from her black marker. Disgusting, despicable words that made him aroused, even though he was so humiliated by it all. His humiliation titillated her, she could cum just from watching his embarrassment, and his confusion over the arousal to it.
It had happened so fast, she had him in the back of her SUV, naked, bound and gagged within 10 minutes, and he hadn't ever struggled or tried to stop it. It was as if, she held a remote control over him, and when she punched the buttons, he obeyed, without question. His mind was fighting, struggling to say no and rebel, but he was powerless under her spell. Her chest pounded with the thrill of his utter and complete submission to her. Her hardened braless nipples jutted into her tight silk blouse, two large dots visible through the material.
Later that night, he gave her feet a thorough massage, as she lay back on her bed, naked, and talking on the phone making some sort of a business deal. He was unable to grasp what the conversation was about, partially because she was careful not to give out much information, but also, the cock cage had him focused on his hard denied cock and completely at her mercy. She had not allowed him to cum, while she herself had multiple orgasms, she fucked him until his hole was raw, his jaws ached and his throat was raspy from being raped repeatedly with her strapon. She had used his tongue until he thought it would fall off, while she had orgasm after orgasm, never allowing him to come up for air. She had bound him and teased his cock until he had begged her to cum or stop, he couldn't take the torture any longer. She just laughed, put ice on him until he shriveled up and put the damned chastity device on. And now here he was, worshipping her feet, naked, cock caged, and frustrated and she completely ignored him, yet, he craved every bit of it.
She smiled smugly to herself as she hung up the phone, her new acquisition was going to make her some money.
The next two weeks were a like a nightmare/wet dream for Carmine. His mistress completely took over his life. He was in the chastity device almost 24/7, it was only removed when she wanted to tease and torture his cock, then it was immediately replaced. He would go straight to her home when he left work and didn't leave until it was time to go to work. Always naked, serving her every need, from cleaning the house, performing her hygiene needs, to being used as her sex toy. In her mind, she checked off the tasks on her list as she trained him. Sometimes she would just stand and watch him grovel at her feet, begging for more of her "cock" and would orgasm just from the complete thrill of his transformation. The control was her high, and she controlled him with a vise like grip on his emotions.
She told him she was proud of how well he had learned to take her "cock". He quite expertly deep throated it now easily and actually learned to enjoy the sensation of it buried deep in his throat. And when she fucked him, it was almost as good as a real orgasm, his "pussy" as she told him to call it, was on fire with all these wonderful sensations as she rode him hard. She made sure to put a lot of pressure on his prostate, milking out his fluid. Teaching him to love that sensation also, the emissions from his "clit" felt good too. She made sure to tell him that it was to keep him from having spontaneous orgasms from a semen filled prostate.
Saturday afternoon of the second week, she had him give her a soaking, sensuous bath, a full manicure, pedicure, douche, and trim her bush until it was very short and clean. He helped her dress, and then she told him to give his "pussy" a douche, and be clean and presentable, she was having company for dinner, and he was to serve them. Panicked he knew she kept his work clothes locked in her closet, so he didn't have anything to wear.
"Please Ma'am, let me wear some clothing, I don't want to be naked in front of your company." He begged.
"You will wear only your cock cage" she ordered, laughing. An electric tingling went through her as she saw the panic stricken look on his face turn to absolute terror. She toyed with her stiffening nipple as she watched him suffer the mental anguish.
"Yes Ma'am" he was barely able to answer, his face bowed, and blushing a bright red as his cock struggled to harden in the device.
Her dinner companion that night was a tall handsome muscular man. He would playfully slap Carmine on his tush as he passed by, making lewd comments and his mistress would laugh every time. Carmine kept a permanent flush on his face all night, yet his cock betrayed him, fighting to get hard in its cage. She was getting wet watching him get tormented. After dinner he served them brandy, while he cleaned up the table and kitchen, washing all the dishes by hand, she didn't like the sound of the dishwasher so he was always required to hand wash them.
"pussyboy, after you finish your chores come into my bedroom" she commanded him.
"Yes Ma'am" he responded, excited to be able to serve her physical needs too. She almost giggled as she saw the delight on his face, he was certainly in for a surprise tonight. Barely able to contain her snicker, she turned away quickly
He walked into her bedroom, and froze, there she was, naked, with her date. They were kissing passionately, standing at the foot of her bed. The man's large hands were roaming her body, touching her nipples, making her groan with desire. Jealousy went through him like ice, yet he knew that she would not tolerate an outburst from him. He watched as they took pleasure from each other, his shame that he could not fill that need in her life humbled him. The man's huge cock filled up, and he gasped when he saw the size. Surely his mistress couldn't take something that big. He watched as she stroked it, using two hands, not able to wrap her hands around it not only was it long it was thick.
She watched his expression from the corner of her eye as she stroked the massive organ. Her pussyboy was in total shock. The warmth from her nether region spread as she watched him stare transfixed by the performance
She motioned for him to come over, and he hesitantly moved next to her, she put her hand on his shoulder and forced him to his knees, and with her other hand pointed the huge cock at his lips. He looked up at her, his eyes begging her not to do this, yet she pushed the back of his head closer until his lips were pressed against the head. The slippery precum slicked his lips. The excitement of him having a cock on his lips for the first time gave her great satisfaction, especially the pleading look in his eyes sent an excited shiver through her.
"Kiss it pussyboy" she purred. Inwardly fighting, he kissed it, and then instinctively put his tongue on it. "That's it pussyboy, lick the head now" she whispered. As much as he hated the thought, he decided the taste wasn't all that bad, it actually kind of tasted good.
The man groaned as he began to lick the head, shaft and his balls at her directions. The musky masculine flavor riveted him. Her hands gently rubbed his head, neck and shoulders. Her cooing voice encouraged him as he opened his mouth to take the massive head inside. Her training paid off as he had learned to salivate and lubricate the cock as he slowly took it down. It was much thicker and longer than her strapon, but now that he knew the proper technique, he was able to swallow it to the root. He felt, rather than saw her step back and the man placed his hands on the back of his head and began to fuck his face. Starting slow, he stretched his throat open, and then gradually increased his speed, until he was pounding away. With a grunt, and one final shove, ramming his cock deep, he gave a primal yell, and started pumping out his cum. He pulled out just enough so that Carmine could get it in his mouth, forcing him to swallow quickly or it would have choked him. He pulled out and two more shots of thick with hot cum hit his cheek, and nose. Laughing he then rubbed his cock head over Carmine's face, smearing it into his skin.
Her moans caused both of them to turn in her direction. She was rubbing her clit between her finger and thumb as a very intense orgasm began to shake her body, the performance had weakened her resolve to wait for until later for her orgasm. She was oblivious to the delight on Carmine's face when he realized his show was what triggered her delight. A warmth filled him, as his cock struggled valiantly, but uselessly to escape its confinement.
Later that night, on the large cushion his mistress provided at the foot of her bed, he lay awake. Shame consumed his soul. He had never sucked a cock before and never planned on it, yet when she required it, he went at it like that's exactly what he wanted to do. And he enjoyed her obvious pleasure from it. What is wrong with me, he thought. Why do I enjoy being used, humiliated and abused like this? He recalled their laughter at his humiliation, and it hadn't stopped with that one blow job. He sucked that huge cock again until he thought it was going to be grafted inside his throat. And his ass was brutally raped by it repeatedly. The man was an insatiable sex fiend, he just never quit. What had frightened him the most was the parting comments as they walked out at the end of his ordeal.
"The bitch is going to be perfect for the job"
"Yes she is, I'll have her ready and over there by 8pm next Friday." His mistress had responded. What did all that mean, surely it wouldn't be worse than what he had just gone through, he thought.
Friday afternoon she began his prep for that upcoming evening. She supervised his hair removal from his entire body, she plucked and shaped his eyebrows, made sure his face was totally smooth. She even required him to douche his "pussy" three extra times to be sure nothing was left inside. She allowed him to dress in normal clothes, and had him pick up a large duffel bag on their way out.
Humming to herself as she drove, she was excited about tonight. The plans she had made for her new bitch had finally paid off.
Carmine looked around in amazement as they walked through the club. It was an elaborate strip club. Beautiful strippers were roaming through the horny male crowd. The music pounded away at his eardrums. The pulsing music stimulated the testosterone level, and helped encourage them to open their wallets and pay for extra private "attention". He felt her fingernails digging into his arm, and realized he had been staring. This long period of denial had him so desperate that he had momentarily ignored his mistress.
"Next time I shall put a hood on you bitch!" she snapped angrily. Her eyes exuded fire that terrorized him. He bowed his head, shamed that he had failed to keep her foremost in his mind. He heard a few men around him made rude comments and laugh at him.
Walking purposefully toward the door marked "office" she dragged him along behind her, she knocked brusquely. The door opened and there was the man from dinner.
"Come in" he smiled broadly at her. Then he winked at Carmine. "Ready for your slut to go to work?" he asked her.
She smiled back and nodded. Turning to Carmine she gave him a stern look.
"You stay right here, and if I catch you looking anywhere but this door when I come out, you will be punished severely bitch!" She commanded him.
"Yes Ma'am" he mumbled, head bowed.
"I didn't hear you bitch, what did you say?" she snapped.
"Yes Ma'am I will obey" he answered loud enough for those around him to hear.
It seemed like hours, but was probably only about thirty minutes, but Carmine stood, facing the door, never taking his eyes from it as instructed. He didn't dare disobey and risk whatever cruel and severe punishment his mistress would invent. The taunts from the drunken, horny men were very humiliating, his face kept a bright hot red as they laughed derisively at him. Finally his mistress came out of the office with a big smile plastered on her face, folding up what appeared to be some kind of contract and placing it in her purse.
"Follow me pussyboy" she cooed. She was in a much better mood now, he sighed relieved. They walked up some stairs at the back of the club to a door, which she opened with a key. He gasped as they walked in, the room was filled with beautiful women, all exotic dancers of every shape, size and color. He felt a very sharp pain in his balls as his mistress yanked hard on his chastity device. Embarrassed that he had transgressed again, he was sure that he was really going to be severely punished now, but instead she simply ordered him to strip.
"Please Ma'am, not here" he begged, knowing it would be pure torture for him, the damned cock cage would crush his cock, and all the beautiful women would see that he was nothing but a pussyboy now. She simply glared at him with an icy stare that cause him to strip with speed. Smiling, she took the chain from around her neck and the key and unlocked his cock, pulling it off, he sighed with relief as it sprang up at full attention. Laughing, she swatted at it playfully.
"All the pretty girls make you happy don't they pussyboy?" she giggled. Unsure of the correct response, he mumbled,
"Not as much as you do Ma'am". She smiled broadly. Bingo! He had said the right thing. Opening the large bag she brought with her, she pulled out a black leather collar, with metal spikes, and a long leash. Forcing him down to his knees, she placed it around his neck and locked it with a small padlock. Then she had him stand up, and pulled out something that looked like leather straps all connected, she expertly fitted it around his cock, and balls, it stretched his sac, and separated his balls, and acted like a tight cock ring, forcing the blood to fill his cock and make it pulse and harden even more. Then she pulled out a small cap with some little ball in the middle, and it fit right on the head of his cock the ball filling his piss hole, then it fastened tightly just under the mushroomed head.
"There, that's to keep you from making any messes, I don't want you licking up any precum from the floor in here, it isn't sanitary!" she made an ugly face at that thought.
Then she pulled out what looked like a leather pouch, with slit. Making him lift one leg at a time she fit it on him, and he realized it was a pair of crotchless, backless, leather panties. There was full access to his "pussy" and his cock and balls with it on. His face stayed a constant humiliated blushing hot red, through this entire process. What was she going to have him do? The she handed him a pair of black leather slippers, to keep his "tootsies" clean she said, as she laughed when his face showed just how much he was humiliated by this.
All the dancers had gathered around, watching him, he hadn't realized until he looked up from putting on the last black leather slipper. Whistles, catcalls, laughing, names were being shouted at him as his mistress simply smiled, and looked on. Finally she was ready to leave so she jerked his leash, leading him through the crowd, they parted as she walked purposefully in their direction as they walked by he was grabbed on his cock, balls, ass, squeezing hard, but he didn't flinch, he knew he had better keep up with his mistress!
Arriving at a door, from which the pounding bass reverberated, stood two beautiful women in black leather Dominatrix attire. One a tall willowy black woman, with beautiful full breasts, sparkling eyes, and smile, the other a red head with deep green eyes, porcelain white skin, and an icy expression on her face. His mistress tied his leash to a ring on the wall, and walked over to them.
She eyed the two exotic looking women, they were perfect for the show. She briefly went over a few details with them. This was going to be an outstanding performance. Pulling out the contract, she read it showed it to them, and explained it so there were no misunderstandings. She was in charge of the show, they were to do as she instructed, or they would be looking for another job.
She smiled as she watched them put their strapon's expertly on. There was no doubt they knew what they were doing. Retrieving her sub from the tether she led him over to a quiet spot, and waited for the two women to come over. Once they were all together she started talking, informing her sub of what was expected of him.
"This is a very exclusive, private show that you are going to be giving. The patrons have paid quite a bit of money to watch. I expect you to do exactly as instructed by these two Women, as if I were giving the instructions. Do you understand pussyboy?" She said sternly. He merely nodded his head yes. Eyes cast down, his face was a blotchy bright hot red. Tears were streaming down, he knew he had the physical strength to resist, and leave, yet he couldn't summon the courage, and he was also aware even though he felt a rising panic, fear, and shame he was so aroused that his cock actually hurt from being so hard!
She smiled, handed the leash to the red head, and said "ok, Showtime!" smiled a bright cheerful smile. Then she leaned forward, whispered in his ear "I will be watching you.", and then kissed him on his cheek.
Settled down in a darkened corner she sat and watched the performance. She had to admit, it was magnificent. Her idea of turning the music down and using slow sensual instrumentals instead of the extremely loud high energy music used in the strip clubs, and cordless mics on all three performers, so every sound, groan, moan, whimper, etc was heard really brought the full effect into the darkened room.
Carmine was thankful for the darkened room, he couldn't see the spectators watching his humiliation. The red head was especially brutal with her strapon cock. She wielded it like a weapon as she raped his throat first. Mercilessly she rammed it in. Fucking his throat like a jackhammer, he barely had time to breath when she withdrew. Her cold expression, sent shivers of fear through him, he knew if she had her way it would be a very painful session. They moved him over to the edge of the stage, facing the audience. Now he was humiliated, not only did his face show clearly, now he was able to see some of the patrons on the front row.
There was this hugely obese man, watching him, as the Dommes took turns raping his pussy. Sweat was running down his chubby cheeks, his pudgy hands were groping his crotch, but his stomach overlapped it so much that he couldn't see the bulge of his cock.
Then they turned him sideways, again close to the edge, he could see a big black man, very fit, with one of the biggest bulges he had ever seen, it must be a real monster, he thought. Slowly the black Domme was now raping his throat, now she had a different technique, more gentle, loving, yet forceful. She smiled seductively at him as he deep throated, her coaxing gentle voice was reverberating in the room, and he could hear his own moans, grunts, whimpers as they used him. He realized suddenly that even though he was thoroughly humiliated, embarrassed, this was what he was meant to be doing.
They expertly used his orifices sometimes simultaneously the grand finale of them both fucking his pussy at the same time, his hole stretched more than it had ever been was a real show stopper. The crowd was at times loud, shouting encouragement, degrading the slut, and other times quiet, taking it in, so aroused they could only wanted to watch silently.
After the grand finale, the black Dominatrix faced the audience and said the five highest bidders would be able to use one of the sluts holes up on stage. But it was limited to only five. After a frenzied bidding war, five were top bidders and advanced to the stage. The red headed Domme handed condoms to each one of them. That was one very important stipulation, his Mistress didn't want her money maker getting any nasty diseases.
Carmine watched in horror as the five men approached the stage. Two of the men were the fat man, and the black man. Tears streaming down his cheeks, he licked his lips, wanting the cocks, and their cum, his cock throbbed even harder, knowing his mistress was watching somewhere out there.
The first man stepped up in front of him unzipped his pants, handed the condom to Carmine, and waited with a huge grin on his face as Carmine tore open the packet and unrolled the latex sheath over an average size cock. He noticed the odor of sweat, piss, and cum emanating from the hairy groin. The musky stale scent filled his nostrils and he easily took the cock deep into this throat, in no time he felt the pulsing sensation as it pumped a huge load into the rubber cover. Relieved that it was over quickly, he sighed as it plopped out of his mouth. The next two were almost identical, they were already so aroused that it only took a couple of minutes and they unloaded with a primal yell, ramming their cocks as deep as they could in his mouth.
The fourth man was different, he was the extremely obese man, and he judged him to be about 5 foot, and around 350 or more pounds. Instead of just unzipping his pants, he dropped them and his boxers, Carmine stared appalled that he couldn't even see the cock for the folds of fat. How was he to service a cock he couldn't even see? He wondered. Then the man simply pulled his stomach up to reveal a very small cock, probably about 4 inches, and it was very hard! Working quickly Carmine covered it with a condom and had barely got the head in when the man began jiggling with his orgasm. Less than 30 seconds and it was all over. Surprised at his feelings, Carmine actually pitied the man, and was glad to have given him some pleasure.
Then the black man strutted up, his cock outlined down his thigh, damn it was huge, Carmine realized it was going to really take some concentration to satisfy this cock. He reached up and unzipped the pants for him, eagerly wanting to see it. His hands shaking as he unrolled a king size condom, he slowly began to lick the smooth, sweaty balls. He completely forgot about the crowd. Aware his mistress was watching he focused on servicing that monster of a cock. taking it all the way down, he massaged it with his throat muscles, finally the man put his hand on his head and began to fuck his face, using long steady strokes, he rammed it deep, and withdrew all but the head. Even though he was forceful, he was gentle until he approached his orgasm, then he rammed it mercilessly into him, fucking his throat with abandon, he pistoned without pausing until his orgasm was completely finished. Still hard he kept pumping, but the black Domme, spoke up, and said it was over, that this wasn't a marathon. Laughing the man obliged and pulled out his snake, unrolled the condom and shoved it slimy with his cum into his pants.
Arriving at home she was so aroused from the evening's performance that she ordered him to strip and to get into her bed pronto! She took everything off him except for a snug cock ring, and had him service her orally until she had several very intense orgasms. Then she pulled him up, and whispered huskily in his ear
"Fuck me pussyboy, fuck me good and hard, but don't cum unless I give you permission!" she warned. Shaking he climbed aboard and slid his aching throbbing cock into her wet hot moist pussy, slowly at first he thrust, as she arched her back, wrapped her legs around him, demanding he fuck her harder and faster. He grunted with the effort to please her and yet hold off his own orgasm. His cock ached from the long use, and denial, his full balls throbbed every time he thrusted into her. It felt as is his entire body was on fire, burning, sweating, and tingling from head to toe. She gyrated her pelvis on his cock until he thought he was going to scream with the pure torture of his denial. She kissed him deeply, passionately, something that she had never done before. Pounding her hips against him, she began to shudder, and shake. A sheen of sweat covered both their bodies, from the intense physical pleasure. She pulled his lips down on her left hardened nipple, and he moaned and he sucked, and nibbled gently, her moans grew in volume until she was screaming her orgasm into his ear.
"Ok pussyboy, cum with me, shoot that hot cum inside me!" she commanded him. His body jerked with the unexpected sensation, he had been denied so long that he had forgotten what it actually felt like, he was shaking, trembling, and pounding in her pussy like a madman as he pumped shot after shot of his pent up seed inside her. His balls actually hurt from the spasms, he groaned with pain, yet it felt so good, he didn't want it to stop. Sated he collapsed on her like a wet rag, while they struggled to regain their breath, they kissed again. Soft passion filled kisses. Finally she pushed on his shoulders until his head was down between her legs and he cleaned up his massive load out of her dripping pussy.
"Stay right here pussyboy" she patted the spot right next to her on the bed, wrapping her arms around him. Joy filled his soul, he had pleased his mistress tonight in every way she demanded, and now was rewarded by being allowed to sleep next to her in her bed.
She hugged him close to her in bed, it was a very successful evening. The door charge to see the show was split in half with the owner of the club, the top five bidders money was split in half with the Women, her contract with the owner prevented him from doing his own shows of any kind for the next 7 years. By that time she would have enough saved for retirement and if she desired open her own showplace, but she probably would just retire. This second job for her pussyboy was going to make her very happy indeed!
THE END
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