It’s clearly all that interests Naomi, unlike Madame, who obviously plans to use me for other purposes. I’m happy that she is my Dominant Mistress and not that little demon.
- “You’ll have plenty of time to have fun with him, don’t worry, the weekend is just beginning,” Madame adds with a perverse glint in her eye.
It was getting late, and Naomi finally left us. It’s with immense relief that I watch her go. The malicious gleam in her eyes every time she looks at me terrifies me to no end.
- “If you ever serve me,” Madame says, “your tasks won’t just be limited to maintaining my house, acting as toilet paper, or being a torture doll. You’ll also be responsible for my well-being. Let’s see if you’re a good masseur.”
Serving My Dominant Mistress: A Tale of Submission and Sensual Foot Massage
Pulling my leash, she leads me to the living room. I struggle a bit to keep up. Truth be told, my buttocks are burning fiercely, not to mention my mistreated testicles, which make my gait unsteady. Still, I manage to keep pace. I find strength by fixing my gaze on Madame’s large buttocks, swaying in front of me under her tight skirt.
- “On your knees!” she orders, pointing to the floor at the foot of the couch.
I obey like a perfect little dog.
Madame sits in front of me, removes her high heels, and extends her right foot.
- “Let’s see if you’re a good masseur.”
I can’t believe I’m allowed to touch her like this. Plus, my Mistress Domina has the good taste to keep her nylon stockings on. I’ll admit I have a huge fetish for stockings and tights. So, it’s with boundless joy that I take her foot as delicately as possible and begin the massage. The feel of the nylon is wonderfully arousing. Very quickly, I feel the beginnings of an erection, immediately constrained by the chastity cage. Of course, I remain impassive; I don’t want my pleasure to show on my face. That would be improper.
I massage her right foot slowly, testing her sensitivity with caution. I don’t know if she’s ticklish, and I wouldn’t want to displease her. Fortunately, I make no mistakes! On the contrary, I see her relax and enjoy the service I’m providing. Soon, she extends her other foot and closes her eyes with a sigh.
- “That’s good,” she says after ten minutes.
Pushing Boundaries: A Risky Back Massage Under Mistress’s Command
She pushes me away unceremoniously, stands up, and begins unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her heavy, imposing breasts compressed in a sturdy bra. Then she lies face down on the couch.
- “You’re going to massage my back now.”
I get up and sit on the edge of the cushions. My penis is on fire, but congested in my tight cage. Madame glances at it and smiles.
- “Looks like the little bird wants to get out.”
Then she loses interest, resting her cheek on the cushion.
I begin gently kneading the muscles of her back. I’m unsure what I’m allowed to do, so I proceed cautiously. Seeing that Madame enjoys what I am doing again and sighs with pleasure, I take the risk of sliding my hands down to her lower back, just above her massive buttocks. Her body arches slightly, and she lets out a small moan of contentment.
- “No lower,” she warns. “Only your tongue will ever be allowed to touch my buttocks, never your hands.”
I obey and try a different approach. Subtly, I slide my fingers along her sides until they brush the base of her enormous breasts, compressed by her weight. For a fleeting second, I make contact with the delightfully soft base of her right breast but only for a second.
Punished by Madame: A Slave’s Harsh Lesson in Obedience
The next moment, Madame turns around and delivers a resounding slap I didn’t see coming, leaving me stunned and red with shame.
- “What’s that? How dare you? It’s a shame because you were doing so well until now. I see you still have a lot to learn. You’re still a defective slave, and like all defective objects, they get put in the closet and forgotten. Come here!”
She stands, yanks my leash violently, and orders me to stand in the middle of the living room.
- “Don’t move, I’ll be back!”
Needless to say, I obey without question. She returns, looking furious, with a roll of plastic wrap in her hands, and begins wrapping my body with brisk movements. She uses the entire roll, then a second, and a third, until I’m mummified from shoulders to feet, unable to move. Then, she disappears again and returns with a wheeled stretcher, ordering me to lie on it, which I do immediately.
Using leather straps, she binds my feet, pelvis, chest, and finally my neck to my makeshift bed. She leaves again and returns with two balled-up stockings.
- “I wore these to work this week and haven’t had time to wash them. Open!”
Locked in Darkness: A Slave’s Terrifying Punishment Awaits
I comply, and she stuffs them in my mouth, leaving me powerless. She forces every protruding bit in with her fingers until she’s fully satisfied. I must look grotesque with my cheeks bulging. Then she tapes my mouth shut with three layers wrapped around my head. Finally, she adds a dirty pair of panties, pulling them over my head so the crotch sits right under my nostrils.
Then she wheels me into a storage room, opens a dark closet, and shoves the stretcher inside without care.
- “You’re going to think about what you’ve done. I’m leaving you here for the rest of the day, all night, and maybe longer, I don’t know yet. And you better not make a mess, or I’ll make you clean it with your tongue, you’ve been warned.”
I plead through my gag.
- “This isn’t your punishment. Here’s your punishment: tomorrow, I won’t be here; I have appointments all day. So, I’m giving my keys to Naomi, who will have free rein to come here and play with you as she pleases. I’ll give her carte blanche. That’ll teach you. After that, we’ll talk, and we’ll see if you still want to serve me.”
Then, my Dominant Mistress closes the closet door, locking it twice, leaving me alone in total darkness, terrified at the thought of being delivered to the ruthless and sadistic Naomi.
To be continued…
