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Without any further delay, I pressed down hard on the dildo, and it slid painfully inside of me, and I actually yelped in pain. After being her slave for awhile, I had become very used to being “fucked” by my Mistress this way, but this was different. When I was alone, I could lube it up and take as much time as I wanted to get it in. Now, my Mistress was forcing me to take it with almost no lubrication and having me insert it quicker than I ever had before. I was even a little bit scared at the tone of her voice and I began trembling as I knelt there on the floor. “Tell me when it is in ALL the way,” she said.

Working as quickly as I could, I worked the dildo in and out until, finally, the entire length was pressing painfully deep inside of me, and the base was nestled between my quivering white cheeks. At last I told her, “It is in, Mistress.” I allowed just a little bit of pride into my voice, pleased that I had obeyed her so well.

“Completely unacceptable, slut,” she said, snapping me back to reality. “That took you entirely too long and now you will have to be punished. Put on the nipple clamps…”

I took my left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pulled it out then placed the clamp on it. As the full force of the clamp bit down on my sensitive nipple, I moaned involuntarily in pain. “Ooh, pet! It sounds like you enjoy having your nipples hurt,” I heard my Mistress say over the telephone. Clenching my teeth in anticipation, I repeated the process on my right nipple and soon had a clamp on it as well. “Just pretend that those are my fingernails pinching you, pet,” Mistress R. suggested.

“Yes, Mistress,” I managed to grunt in reply. In truth, the clamps were almost unbearable on my tender nipples. These clamps were not adjustable. Instead, they had springs in them so that whenever they were attached, they were always pressing with full force.

“You do like it when I pinch your nipples like that, don’t you?” she asked. “Tell me how much you like it, my pet, and beg me to hurt you some more.”

“Oh Mistress,” I moaned. “Thank you so much for pleasing my nipples. It feels so good. I wish it really was you. Please Mistress, would you please hurt me some more? I’ve been bad and I need to be punished.”

“Yes you have, pet. You’re still on the floor, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I was currently kneeling on the floor, completely naked, with a pair of nipple clamps tightly clinging to my chest, and a 7″ penis shaped dildo shoved all the way inside me. I held the telephone with one hand while the other held the dildo in place.

“Very good, pet. Take some clothespins and put them on my balls.” She paused briefly while I did as she said. “Now, take the peppermint oil I told you to buy, put some on the tip of your finger and rub it all over the head of my penis.” I did this, too. “Oh, don’t forget to dab a little on my nipples, too. We wouldn’t want to neglect them, would we?”

“No, Mistress.” The oil felt cold as I put it on, and for about half a minute or so, not much happened. Then, almost imperceptibly, I began to feel a growing warmth building. I felt it first on her penis, and after that on her already abused nipples, which were really beginning to hurt now.

“Well, slut?” she asked. “How do you like that?”

“It feels good, Mistress,” I lied. “Thank you for being so good to me.”

“You are welcome, pet.” Tears were starting to stream down my face as the oil kept getting hotter and hotter on me. The clamps felt like they were about to pinch me to death and combined with the oil, I was soon panting and moaning in pain.

“Oooh yes,” my Mistress moaned. “Let me hear you enjoy yourself, slave. God, you are turning me on.” Over the phone, her voice was starting to sound a little strained, as well, and I could hear her breathing heavily.

“Oh, Mistress. It hurts so good, but I don’t know how much more I can take it.”

“As long as I say! Or did you forget who is in charge here?”

“No, Mistress. I didn’t forget.”

“Good, my little slut. Now, let’s see. What do you want to do next to please me? I know! Lay on your back and pull your legs up over your head so that my lovely little penis is hanging over your face. Keep the phone where you can hear me. Don’t let the dildo come out or your clamps or clothespins come off. NOW, SLAVE!”

She could really make me move. Before I knew it, I was just as she wanted me. “And be very careful not to touch my penis at all,” she added. “Are you ready now?” I replied that I was. “Good. If you keep pleasing me, I may decide to keep using you for my amusement once in awhile. You may begin fucking my ass now. I want it hard and deep and fast. You got that, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I immediately reached up between my legs and started pulling the dildo out. It was really hard to keep my balance. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me and how willingly I submitted to her every whim. In the last hour, she had totally controlled me in every way, until I know found myself in this bizarre position. I slid the dildo almost all the way out and then began putting it back in. As ordered, I began thrusting it in and out. Over the phone, I could hear my Mistress moaning and grunting.

“Start talking, pet. Tell me what you are doing. Tell me how you feel and how much you enjoy it. Use your mouth right now to make me cum.” I began to talk to her. I don’t remember what I said, but as she fucked me and I listened to her getting off on the other end, all of the pain and discomfort I was feeling went away. It was replaced with an almost animal lust that was turning me into the slut she wanted. She sounded so incredibly sexy. It seemed like the faster my hand worked the dildo, the louder she got on the phone, and soon she lost all control.

“Oh god,” she screamed. “I’m cumming! Oooooh yesss … yesss … oh god it feels so good … open your mouth … I’m gonna give you my cum … oh … goddammit … I’m gonna cum in your mouth … oh shit … don’t spill any … dammit … cum RIGHT NOW!” I couldn’t believe it. Without ever being touched at all, her cock, only inches about my face, began to shoot right into my open mouth. My Mistress was able to make me cum on command, just by ordering it. I could feel it splashing against my tongue. “Eat my cum, bitch,” she moaned as stream after stream of the hot sticky fluid filled my mouth. Some missed and landed on my face.

Finally, one last glob squirted out, landing in my eye. “Swallow all of my cum, slut,” she said. On her orders, I used my fingers to scoop up every drop of the sticky cum and then licked it off of my fingers. “How do you like my cum, pet?”

“To be honest,” I replied, “not very much, Mistress.”

“Too bad, slut. You’ll learn to appreciate it as much as the rest of me. From now on, you’ll eat every single drop of delicious cum that comes out of my penis. Understand?” There was a definite hint of malice in her voice, challenging me to disobey. Of course, I didn’t.

“I understand, Mistress,” I answered resignedly.

“Good!,” she laughed. “You are such a sweet slut. I might even call you again, IF you are lucky! Now go write my daily report!”

The phone went dead in my ear…

Things continued pretty much the same way for the next few months, although Mistress never left me alone for long. She always seemed to have some new instructions to test my obedience or to humiliate me in public some manner. She seemed to delight in calling me at any hour of the day or night and putting me through my paces at a moments notice. More often than not, she would be bring me to the edge of an incredible climax, only to order me not to cum at the last minute, or, when she did allow me to cum, I was forced to lick up every drop, something I was quickly becoming accustomed to.

I should point out that although I always ended up doing everything she told me to do, they were often things that I did not enjoyed and I definitely would never have done them on my own. I seemed to have some powerful need to be forced to do things I found unpleasant. I was also aware of my very submissive nature which made me want to please and serve my Mistress in any way that I was able to. Of course, I still had desires and fantasies of my own involving her, but they were gradually becoming of secondary importance to me.

At any rate, I was awakened one morning by my Mistress on the telephone. It was 4:00 am. “Yes, Mistress,” I said as soon as I knew it was her, assuming a kneeling position on the floor.

“Call in sick to work,” was all she said before she hung up. I didn’t even remotely have a clue as to what she had in mind, but I did as I was told. There was some difficulty dealing with the manager on duty, who was unwilling to take responsibility for my call since that would mean creating a shortage on another manager’s shift, but finally, I was able to get the day off.

As expected, the phone rang a few minutes later. “I’m going to let you meet me today,” she announced. “But before that happens, you will have to keep a couple of appointments I have made for you. Write this down, slut.” She gave me the address of a beauty parlor. “You will show up at 8:00 am and keep the appointment as Roberta. They will know what to do with you,” she chuckled. She then gave me the address of a manicurist. “Your appointment there is at 9:30 am. Check in as Roberta there, too.” I took notes as she spoke. “Make sure you bring plenty of money to pay for all of this. If you want to meet me today, you had better keep both of these appointments, slut. Before you go out, insert the small butt plug in my ass. You will wear it the entire time you are out. Wear the red panties, too. Of course, the anklet and key will be around your ankle, like always. Bring the lock with you.” She then told me where to meet her. “If you can’t do everything I’ve just said, don’t bother showing up. If you don’t show up, you’ll never hear from me again. I’ll see you then, slut.” She hung up.

As I hung up the phone, my heart was pounding in my chest. Would I be able to go through with all of that, I asked myself. I couldn’t imagine not having my Mistress to talk to after the last six months, and I decided to keep the first appointment and see what happened. I couldn’t sleep the rest of the morning, and soon it was time to get ready to leave. I inserted the butt plug, slipped on the red panties, and got dressed. Since she hadn’t told me what to wear, I picked out some clothes myself; a pair of slacks and a casual shirt. The anklet and key were already around my ankle, and I grabbed the lock to give to Mistress.

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