It had been 8 months since my last visit to the House duCroix. For nearly 4 months i had served as Mistress D’s chastity slave, kept locked in a CB2000 device fitted with the longest and most painful Points of Intrigue by my cruelly stunning Mistress. During this time i never knew when or if i would be released, sometimes Mistress D could be quite generous and at other times frustratingly cruel using my frustration and the extra sense of submissiveness brought on by the device to push my limits. Eventually, weak as i am, i cut the lock and freed myself. This meant i could never again place myself at the feet of this truly great Dominatrix.
Now, months later, i felt an irresistable urge to serve a Mistress again, but who? i kept being drawn back to the website of the House duCroix. They have the most beautiful and skilled Mistresses, as years of on/off visiting had shown me. i couldn’t see Mistress D again as for one thing i didn’t want to incur Her wrath for my previous disobedience. Then i saw there was a new Mistress at the House. Mistress Porcelain Beauty. As usual for the House, She was a stunningly beautiful young Goddess and all i could think of was placing my self at Her feet, eager to kiss them in total reverence.
i exchanged a few emails with Her telling Her of my previous experiences, i mentioned virtually everything including the chastity and my previous visits to the House but thought it best to leave out Mistress D’s name. i told Her i wanted to be humiliated as a pathetic sissy slut/maid and, though the House has a well stocked make over room, She told me to use my imagination and bring an outfit of my own choosing. This, i thought, was the start of my humiliation as it meant i had to go into shops and buy my own female clothes including. After many embarrasing trips to the shops i finally had my ensemble together. A lacy blouse, a frilly mini skirt, suspender belt with fishnet stockings and 4inch heeled shoes with lockable straps all in black except some pink trim on the suspender belt. With this done i made my appointment to see my new Mistress, being careful to choose a day when Mistress D would not be there.
When the day came i was met by the achingly beautiful and aptly named Mistress Porcelain Beauty. After a brief chat i was instructed to shower and change into my new clothes. When She came back, She looked me up and down and with Her face very close to mine and told me how pathetic i looked. Bending down She then locked a padlock on each of my shoes. i was then ordererd up to one of the rooms. i found climbing the stairs difficult in the heels but this was no excuse for my slow progress as i recieved a sharp thwack from Her crop and told to hurry up. Once in the room i was quickly tied to the cross. This was a surprise to me as i thought i would have to endure some sort of makeover. She stepped closer to me and then swiftly slapped me hard twice on my face.
She said “I told you to be dressed as a maid to serve me and instead you come as a cheap street whore.”
“i’m sorry Mistress but i couldn’t find a maids uniform that fitted properly” i replied She slapped me twice again and then pulling and twisting on my nipples said ” have you forgotten the House rules already? Never speak unless you are told to! Well I have no use for a slut so I’ll have to find someone who does” She then fitted me with a blindfold. i heard Her heels clicking away out of the room and down the stairs, then silence. i thought about what She had said but i couldn’t think clearly. my thoughts clouded by what had gone wrong and why She seemed so angry with me.
After what seemed hours but may only have been 20 minutes or so i heard the sound of those heels coming up the stairs again but this time it was different. This time there were two pairs. i could sense two people in front of me. i felt my skirt being pulled up. Then one spoke. “Hello slave, remember me?”
It couldn’t be! “Mistress D?” i stuttered. i wasn’t able to say anything else before i felt the sharp kick of Her boot connect with my crotch.
“Yes it’s Me”. Then, BANG, another kick. i felt Her move closer and remove the blindfold. Despite the acute pain between my legs i couldn’t help but be in awe of Her. There She stood in a lacy black basque, a short black skirt barely covering the tops of Her stockings and shiny stilleto heeled thigh boots holding a small multi tailed whip. The very epitome of a Dominatrix. “Well I’ll leave You to it then” said Mistress Porcelein Beauty with a wry smile. “Thanks, could You have spart bring up the bag I gave him please” said the Goddess before me. “Of course” then turning to me said “good luck slave!” and with that let out a laugh as She left.
“Look at you, you pathetic piece of shit”, said Mistress D, “you’re going to regret breaking out of the device and you’re going to really regret coming back here but you are going to learn not to disobey me again!” Using the whip She then struck me 6 times on my cock and balls which were only protected ny a thin piece of material.
Soon, spart, the House slave entered the room naked carrying a bag and knelt obediently at Her feet. Out of the bag She pulled a mobile phone and then, aiming at me, started to take photos with it. She took several shots from differing angles before yanking down my panties and continuing with Her impromptu photoshoot.
“Recognise this phone slut?” She said, showing it to me.
It was my phone!
“Now let’s see,” She continued, “I’m looking at your contacts, Who is Carol?”
“A girl from work Mistress” i replied though i could barely talk from the shock of what was happening let alone the pain still present in my balls.
“And what about Elaine and Helen and ooh let’s see,” She said scrolling through the females in my contacts, “Julie and Kate and…well that will do for now. Well, speak! Do you think any of them would like to see these photos?”
“Please Mistress, i beg You not to do that. Elaine is my ex girlfriend, Mistress, Helen and Kate are just friends and Julie is another work colleague Mistress” i replied, still struggling to get the words out.
“Elaine is your ex is she? I wonder why you split up. Probably because of that tiny worm between your legs. I doubt you could satisfy her, could you?”
“No Mistress. She has a new boyfriend now.”
“Well at least she’s getting fucked properly now, by a real man with a real cock, isn’t that right slut?”She said, virtually spitting the words at me.
“Yes Mistress.” What else could i say?
Turning to spart She said “take that device from the bag slave and show this slut how I’m going to prevent it from disapointing any more Elaines”.
With an obvious horror in my eyes spart pulled out what i could instantly see was a steel chastity device. Mistress D told him to fit the device on to me. Before he crawled over to me She stepped in closer and brought Her knee up into my exposed and already painful balls. “That should help keep you soft while it’s fitted” She said and spat in my face. Then i felt the cold steel ring being placed around the base of my cock and balls, next the tube being slid over my pathetic little cock. The humiliation of having such a device fitted by another man was hitting me hard and Mistress could see it.
“What is it slut? You don’t think I’d want to touch that maggot do you?”
“Mistress, it’s ready” said spart.
“There’ll be no cutting this device off slut, not without a trip to the fire brigade,ha!”
And then, looking straight into my eyes She clicked the padlock shut.
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