Bondage & Discipline, Submission, S & M

My slave

By Vicent Kress

It was a beautiful Sunday morning. The sun was glistening on my face as I relaxed on an old tree. It felt cool on my bare back since I was wearing my leather halter top bra.The tree seemed to be about 100 years old. But what seemed older was the gravestone next to it. It appears that the gravestone was here first since I would doubt that anyone would be buried next to a tree's enourmous trunk. As I was studying this peculiar arrangement, a shadow had blocked the glistening sun that was shining down on me.

I turned around to see what in blazes was giving this horrific shadow on an inopportune time. I saw a well dressed man in a suit. Black hair sleeked down, dark brown eyes and olive skin. He was smaller than most men but you can tell he had a strong build.

"Mistress Olivia?" he asked.

"Who is asking?" I replied as I stood up while the wind lifted up my skirt to reveal my black bikini bottom.

The man dropped the silver briefcase that he was carrying, went down on his knees not caring about the dirt that would appear on his perfectly good suit and gave me a greeting bow.

"Aaaah," I said. You must be new slave that I was expecting. Except you are two hours late!"

"Forgive me Mistress," he quickly responded as his head was still facing the floor.

"Did I say you could speak?"

"No, Mistress."

"Exactly. You will only speak when I ask you questions. I don't want to hear any excuses or apologies for they mean nothing to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Being tardy is something that I refuse to tolerate. For this, I must show you that you will never be late for me again. Look up."

My new slave sat up from his bowing position. Since he can't ask questions, his eyes were doing all the interrogation. He feared the unknown. I grinned. I love this gaze on every new slave. It gives me such a thrill to know that I have all the power and control to do what I want. He knew this fact too. The best part is that he has no idea what he has coming to him since it is our first encounter. He must be thinking the worse. With this thought, I grinned wider and then gave a chuckle.

"Did you bring me what I wanted?"

"Yes, Mistress. It's in the briefcase."

"Open the briefcase."

"Yes, Mistress."

He picked up his briefcase and released the latches with both his hands. The lid opened. There is was. The bag of goodies that I requested him to bring. I told him that he had to do some shopping before we met. The first place he had to go was a hardware store. On the list were clothespins, some clamp and vises, spring snap clips, duck tape, and rope. The second place he needed to go was a sex shop. There he had to pick up a blindfold, latex gloves, nipple clamps and collar and leash. Before using any of these items I told him to take his clothes off. He looked at me with hesitation. I then gave him a stern look not saying another word and with that he started to take off his clothes. I was right. Underneath all those clothes was a perfectly toned body. I knew I was going to have fun with him.

As he stood completely naked before me, I asked him, "Are you ready to take your punishment?"

"Yes, Mistress," he replied.

I stepped a bit closer to him so he could smell me. My breast close to his chest. His cock got hard.

"Open your mouth, " I instructed.

He did. I got a bit closer and then I spat in his mouth.

"Close and swallow," I said.

He did. He cock got harder. I grinned and then smack!!! My hand slapped him across the face.

"Thank you, Mistress." he said as he accepted the beginnings of his punshiment without agruement.

The first thing I did was pick up the rope and made him a beautiful harnest. Then I took the rest of the rope and binded him to the tree. I started with his shoulder and finished with his legs spread apart. My new slave was looking great all tied up. I then reached into the briefcase and searched for the blindfold. There is was. A nice brand new blue blindfold. I stood up and told my slave to lift his head from the tree. I slowly slipped it on this eyes. Complete darkness now. I took away his ability to see and move making him more vulnerable to me. My heart was full of excitment with just the thought of what would come.

Now the fun begins. I went back to the briefcase and took out a pair of gloves which I slipped on and of the clamps.

"Slave," I began. "You can't see but I now hold in my hands one of the clamps and vises that you brought me. Do you know how I plan to use this on you?"

"No, Mistress," he responded as the fear took over his voice.

"Then let me demonstrate."

I unscrewed the clamp and kneeled down to have a perfect view of my slave's balls. I grabbed them with one hand while I placed the clamp on his balls with the other hand. Once his balls where completely through the clamp. I started to apply the pressure. I looked up. I could see my slave squirming. He was started to feel the pain. I applied more pressure. Then suddenly, he screamed. I stopped. I got up. I was furious.

"How dare you stop me with your screaming!"

"I'm sorry, Mistress but that really hurt."

"What did I tell you about excuses and aplogizes?!"

"I'm sorry, Mistress."


I turned around to look for the sliver briefcase. I saw the duck tape. I cut a piece out and placed it over his mouth.

"This will teach you to open your mouth without having permission to do so. This will also keep you from screaming those pathetic little sounds."

I wasn't done with him yet. I applied more pressure on those balls. His body was squirming in pain. But I didn't care. I continued with my punishment. I hooked one of the links to the clamp. Then a took a foot long chain and hooked that up. I slowing let the weight of the chain go towards the floor. My brand new slave was sweating. He was in such pain but he couldn't do anything but take it. He had no choice. This is how you become my slave. You take all the torment without any sign of protest. I don't like sissies and I wasn't about to add one on my list.

Once I was done, I let him stand there. Legs wide open. Let him feel the discomfort. Let him agonize. I just wanted him to feel it a little more.

Eventually, I got bored watching him. I needed to see more. I then took out the pack of clothespins.

"Tell me, slave," I began. "Have you ever had a whole pack of clothespins on your balls before?"

"No, Mistress."

I laughed. "Good. Then I'm going to enjoy this."

I opened the pack of wooden clothespins and took all of them out. I placed clothespins one by one on his balls. Once I ran out of room there, I started places them on his cock.

At first my slave did nothing but give small groans under that duck tape. Then he stopped. He knew he had to tolerate all the pain to please me. If I wasn't pleased, he knew I would punish him in other ways. To him, he didn't want to know another way. Not just yet anyway. Too soon. He knew he had to stop. And he did.

Once I was done, I slowly got up. Whispered in his ear how wonderful he has been so far. I gave him a nice sensual kiss on the cheek. I looked down and saw how hard he got, still with all those clothespins on it.

"Now," I told him. "To take these pins off...."