Seduced by a Sadistic Mistress
“The day you let me lock you in a chastity cage, I knew you were the man I sought.”
The young Mistress looked down at her chattel. Except an occasional involuntary moan, he remained silent.
“Only a submissive guy would let himself be put in chastity just to date a woman.”
Saying nothing the man’s mind flashed back to the day he met his Mistress Owner. Then she was only Rachel, newly moved to town. He was instantly smitten. It was not just her good looks. A free and determined spirit called to him more than the shape of her body.
“I told you it would only be for a week. I kept my promise and let you out.”
They did not make love. He masturbated while Rachel watched. Nervous, an orgasm almost eluded him. He caught the ejaculate with his hand. She told him to lick it.
“Not only did you swallow your semen, you agreed to wait a month for your next release.”
His testicles ached. Some nights he could not sleep. He could never refuse Rachel.
“At the end of the month, I said you would make me happy if you waited another month.”
He did. Rachel cuddled him. Seeming affection that was really calculated manipulation. Ruthless teasing to make him hornier.
“After three months I let you come. You agreed to go six months. I knew you were mine.”
At the time, he was baffled that he had agreed to six months of chastity. Rachel said she would help him. He ran all her errands. Cleaned her house and yard. She said work would distract him from continuous arousal.
“I introduced you to Femdom. Your face was so funny. You were so turned on. But ashamed to admit it. I told you that if you agree to be my slave boyfriend, you could move in with me.”
Rachel ordered him to repaint the interior of her house. She always had chores and tasks. Obedient service became second nature.
“You were a natural slave, quickly became an extension of my will. I remember who much you enjoyed your orgasm after six months of denial.”
It was the best orgasm of his life. Drunk with afterglow he had not demurred when Rachel told him that his next period of denial would be a year.
“At the end of the year I laughed and told you that I had been joking. You would remain locked for life.”
He still yearned for orgasms. But his memory of exactly how they felt was fading.
“Then I told you that since you were my slave and kept in chastity, you should no longer think of me as your girlfriend but your Mistress.”
A month passed before he noticed, she no longer used his name. He became ‘slave.’ Which he was.
She punished and disciplined her slave. After breakfast she gave him a maintenance whipping. If he displeased her, she punished him. Rachel became a harsh totalitarian Mistress Owner.
“I let my sadism come out of the closet. You never know when I’m going to slap, kick or beat you.”
And spit in his face. He cried the first time. She punished him for being a crybaby.
“You were a handsome man. Now, your body covered with welts and scars, you are a beauty. And you scream and shout beautifully. Making you miserable is a joy.”
She had beaten him for an hour before the soliloquy.
“I’m rested now.”
Her crop struck fresh wound. He squealed. Mistress Rachel laughed. It was Sunday. She always tormented him from sunrise to midnight on Sundays.