Knock on the door
Entry buzzer sounds
The poet takes his seat at the table
Aged transvestite brings me a cool glass of water
At least there are no giraffes or midgets about in this incall location.
Summoned to another room. Strange, looks like a dungeon or something.
Enter a striking blonde woman, dressed provocatively. My first glorious sight of Mistress JD.
Poet is asked why he is here.
"For training, as ordered by my female boss", I reply.
Yes, says mistress, you were sent here for training.
"Do you know why?", I am asked.
"Well, I was a bit fresh in the office the other day. A few lude comments may not have been received well", I profess.
At this she stands, and rubs her latex-clad thigh up against my leg, as I sit in the hard wooden chair.
The sensation is exquisite, but I am still on edge about being here.
"Yes, you were fresh, and you have been sent here to learn your errors, haven't you?" yes.
"Now we will get fresh with you!"
Enter mistress TH. She stands next to Mistress JD. Strong dark features accentuate the seriousness of this strict mistress.
Mistress JD grab my arms and pinions them behind my back. Before I know it my wrists are cuffed and bound to the chair I am sitting in.
Both mistresses rub up against me. The latex of mistress JD and the leather of mistress TH get me instantly aroused.
I am told to stand. As I do so, my belt is loosened and my pants are dropped. I am ordered to step out of them, as my boxers also succumb to gravity. My shirt is drawn up over my head, and I am suddenly relieved of all of my clothing.
Ordered to kneel before mistress TH, with hands bound behind my back, I must be carefull not to bust my kneecaps and I bow my head before this gorgeous mistress. I am ordered to kiss her stockings all the way up to the garter clips, which I am directed to nibble. Then she pulls out a long black braided string and runs it over my erect member. "hmmm, I think we shall bind this up", she mutters, as she tightly inflicts some intricate CBT on the poet. She squeezes my nipples sharply and pulls them up so that I must stand. In her 6" stilletto's, she looks me in the eye and tells me I am about to be "taught a lesson I will never forget".
At this mistress JD slips a red looped rope over my head and down through my legs. She weaves it back up behind and sinches it through the front loops and neck. I am directed to lay down on a table, that looks much like a medieval rack. Perhaps that is because it is a medieval rack! The red rope is fed through rings in the side as my feet are cuffed and bound to a spreader bar. I am tied down tightly at so many points that any though of escape is futile. As the rope is drawn tighter, I can feel each loop straining and pulling against my skin. My hands are drawn above my head and the wrist cuffs are attached to pull ropes. Next I hear mistress JD clicking this great wheel at my head, and I feel my legs and arms tensioned until my tendons burn. Miss TH straddles me and brings her beautiful face close to mine. "You are our toy to play with today. Do you understand your place in this?". "Yes", I stammer.
Miss JD tightens the rack one more notch for good measure, as I wince in pain. I am completly helpless at this point. Mistress TH places a blindfold over my eyes and tells me I will experience torture like I never have before. My heart races.
At first, I can feel mistress JD tickling my feet with a feather. It is exotic, but I know it is a subtle set-up for more to come. And come it does. Mistress JD then uses a short whip on my cock and stimulates my soldier to attention. Mistress TH smothers me with her ample breasts and tells me she can 'take my breath' whenver she wishes. Next, mistress JD shocks me with a violet wand, running up my legs and across my groin. As the sparks zap off my little head, I squirm and yelp for mercy. Again and again, I am forced to endure sadistic geni-torture accompanied with giggles and torments. My nipples are also toyed with, and at one point the mistress (I know not which), sits on my face and smothers me with latex thong, completely controlling my breath, and telling me to smell her arousal as my only hope of air.
Apparently I still appear sassy, so my mouth is gagged with a ball and leather face harness. Meanwhile the violet wand continues to do its most wicked stimulation on my prone torso.
After what seem like and hour of tag-team-torture, I am untied from the rack and taken on wobbly knees to a bondage bench. Mistress TH sits on the bench and tells my to lay over her knees, with my full weight resting on her legs. Mistress JD holds my arms apart so that my butt is exposed and unmovable to Mistress TH. Mistress TH proceeds to rub my rear end with circular motions and asks me again if I have been dis-respectful to the women in my office. "yes, I admit". "then you shall be punished for it", she declares. At this mistress TH proceeds to spank my exposed bottom. At first just slowly and not too hard. It actually feels good. Then she orders me to spread my legs. I guess I am a bit slow to comply, as she unleashes a fury of stikes on my bare behind. It stings, and the poet is suddenly speachless and worried. Mistress JD says I am "now just starting to get what I deserve", and she raises my arms up higher so that my full body rests stationary on mistress TH's legs. My eyes see only the beatifully sculputred calf muscles of mistress TH's legs, so nicely adorned in thick black stockings and shiny black stillettoes. The sight is marvelous, yet she commands me to spread my legs further apart as she rapidly and harshly spanks my ass. Although I have had spankings before, never have I experienced sensuality and severity interleaved like this. At once I want it to stop but I cannot bear to think of it stopping. I am told to grind my cock into her leg as she spanks me faster and harder. When I am moaning and squirming without any pretence, she quickens her pace and strength even further. I am totally helpless to this spanking, and never has the poet endured such complete domination.
Mistress JD then commands me to stand, and I am told to lay down on a bondage bench on my back with legs secured over adjustable pegs. My face is tied down to the bench and my butt is exposed provocatively. My hands are secured below the bench. Mistress TH puts a cock pump over my member and proceeds to suck the air out. OMG! My poor member looks like it has doubled in size! She taunts me with her power to control my sex. Mistress TH says that they are about to milk me, so that I will be "a docile little thing for my boss". This does powerful submissive things to my psyche. Mistress JD unzips her bustier and smothers me with her clevage, until I cannot breath, while mistress TH pumps my cock up to fully erect status.
At this point I am blindfolded again, and the mistresses proceed to pinch my nipples and rub my cock. Again I am forced to breath the scent of one mistress while the other begins the milking procedure. I can not describe the feeling of complete captivity, bound to the bench and being smothered while being told that I am to be milked and made to be an obedient little slut for any woman I interract with.
One mistress strokes me and gradually increases her cadence. The other mistress smothers me and says "I will take your breath as I please". I am helpless and gasping for snippets of air as my groin thrusts in unison to mistress'es ministrations. This escalates and eventually reaches a crescendo as the poet is milked, smothered, and tortured into complete submission.
I leave the dungeon a broken man. In awe of all that is woman-kind. But never happier.
Poeticus.
Entry buzzer sounds
The poet takes his seat at the table
Aged transvestite brings me a cool glass of water
At least there are no giraffes or midgets about in this incall location.
Summoned to another room. Strange, looks like a dungeon or something.
Enter a striking blonde woman, dressed provocatively. My first glorious sight of Mistress JD.
Poet is asked why he is here.
"For training, as ordered by my female boss", I reply.
Yes, says mistress, you were sent here for training.
"Do you know why?", I am asked.
"Well, I was a bit fresh in the office the other day. A few lude comments may not have been received well", I profess.
At this she stands, and rubs her latex-clad thigh up against my leg, as I sit in the hard wooden chair.
The sensation is exquisite, but I am still on edge about being here.
"Yes, you were fresh, and you have been sent here to learn your errors, haven't you?" yes.
"Now we will get fresh with you!"
Enter mistress TH. She stands next to Mistress JD. Strong dark features accentuate the seriousness of this strict mistress.
Mistress JD grab my arms and pinions them behind my back. Before I know it my wrists are cuffed and bound to the chair I am sitting in.
Both mistresses rub up against me. The latex of mistress JD and the leather of mistress TH get me instantly aroused.
I am told to stand. As I do so, my belt is loosened and my pants are dropped. I am ordered to step out of them, as my boxers also succumb to gravity. My shirt is drawn up over my head, and I am suddenly relieved of all of my clothing.
Ordered to kneel before mistress TH, with hands bound behind my back, I must be carefull not to bust my kneecaps and I bow my head before this gorgeous mistress. I am ordered to kiss her stockings all the way up to the garter clips, which I am directed to nibble. Then she pulls out a long black braided string and runs it over my erect member. "hmmm, I think we shall bind this up", she mutters, as she tightly inflicts some intricate CBT on the poet. She squeezes my nipples sharply and pulls them up so that I must stand. In her 6" stilletto's, she looks me in the eye and tells me I am about to be "taught a lesson I will never forget".
At this mistress JD slips a red looped rope over my head and down through my legs. She weaves it back up behind and sinches it through the front loops and neck. I am directed to lay down on a table, that looks much like a medieval rack. Perhaps that is because it is a medieval rack! The red rope is fed through rings in the side as my feet are cuffed and bound to a spreader bar. I am tied down tightly at so many points that any though of escape is futile. As the rope is drawn tighter, I can feel each loop straining and pulling against my skin. My hands are drawn above my head and the wrist cuffs are attached to pull ropes. Next I hear mistress JD clicking this great wheel at my head, and I feel my legs and arms tensioned until my tendons burn. Miss TH straddles me and brings her beautiful face close to mine. "You are our toy to play with today. Do you understand your place in this?". "Yes", I stammer.
Miss JD tightens the rack one more notch for good measure, as I wince in pain. I am completly helpless at this point. Mistress TH places a blindfold over my eyes and tells me I will experience torture like I never have before. My heart races.
At first, I can feel mistress JD tickling my feet with a feather. It is exotic, but I know it is a subtle set-up for more to come. And come it does. Mistress JD then uses a short whip on my cock and stimulates my soldier to attention. Mistress TH smothers me with her ample breasts and tells me she can 'take my breath' whenver she wishes. Next, mistress JD shocks me with a violet wand, running up my legs and across my groin. As the sparks zap off my little head, I squirm and yelp for mercy. Again and again, I am forced to endure sadistic geni-torture accompanied with giggles and torments. My nipples are also toyed with, and at one point the mistress (I know not which), sits on my face and smothers me with latex thong, completely controlling my breath, and telling me to smell her arousal as my only hope of air.
Apparently I still appear sassy, so my mouth is gagged with a ball and leather face harness. Meanwhile the violet wand continues to do its most wicked stimulation on my prone torso.
After what seem like and hour of tag-team-torture, I am untied from the rack and taken on wobbly knees to a bondage bench. Mistress TH sits on the bench and tells my to lay over her knees, with my full weight resting on her legs. Mistress JD holds my arms apart so that my butt is exposed and unmovable to Mistress TH. Mistress TH proceeds to rub my rear end with circular motions and asks me again if I have been dis-respectful to the women in my office. "yes, I admit". "then you shall be punished for it", she declares. At this mistress TH proceeds to spank my exposed bottom. At first just slowly and not too hard. It actually feels good. Then she orders me to spread my legs. I guess I am a bit slow to comply, as she unleashes a fury of stikes on my bare behind. It stings, and the poet is suddenly speachless and worried. Mistress JD says I am "now just starting to get what I deserve", and she raises my arms up higher so that my full body rests stationary on mistress TH's legs. My eyes see only the beatifully sculputred calf muscles of mistress TH's legs, so nicely adorned in thick black stockings and shiny black stillettoes. The sight is marvelous, yet she commands me to spread my legs further apart as she rapidly and harshly spanks my ass. Although I have had spankings before, never have I experienced sensuality and severity interleaved like this. At once I want it to stop but I cannot bear to think of it stopping. I am told to grind my cock into her leg as she spanks me faster and harder. When I am moaning and squirming without any pretence, she quickens her pace and strength even further. I am totally helpless to this spanking, and never has the poet endured such complete domination.
Mistress JD then commands me to stand, and I am told to lay down on a bondage bench on my back with legs secured over adjustable pegs. My face is tied down to the bench and my butt is exposed provocatively. My hands are secured below the bench. Mistress TH puts a cock pump over my member and proceeds to suck the air out. OMG! My poor member looks like it has doubled in size! She taunts me with her power to control my sex. Mistress TH says that they are about to milk me, so that I will be "a docile little thing for my boss". This does powerful submissive things to my psyche. Mistress JD unzips her bustier and smothers me with her clevage, until I cannot breath, while mistress TH pumps my cock up to fully erect status.
At this point I am blindfolded again, and the mistresses proceed to pinch my nipples and rub my cock. Again I am forced to breath the scent of one mistress while the other begins the milking procedure. I can not describe the feeling of complete captivity, bound to the bench and being smothered while being told that I am to be milked and made to be an obedient little slut for any woman I interract with.
One mistress strokes me and gradually increases her cadence. The other mistress smothers me and says "I will take your breath as I please". I am helpless and gasping for snippets of air as my groin thrusts in unison to mistress'es ministrations. This escalates and eventually reaches a crescendo as the poet is milked, smothered, and tortured into complete submission.
I leave the dungeon a broken man. In awe of all that is woman-kind. But never happier.
Poeticus.
