Her e-mail was direct, no nonsense, to the point:

slave,

you are to arrive here at The Den promptly at 11 AM.; Be here precisely at 11 tomorrow morning, not one instant early, not a moment later. Given the nature of your submission to me, I should be requiring you then.


Strictly,

Mistress Cassandra

i stared at my computer monitor, stunned. Four, five, six times over---to tell the truth, i don't know how many times i reread Her summoning. I came out of my daze when my phone rang. Meeting in the board room in ten. Back to reality. i collected my thoughts, my notes, and my briefings. But i could not shake the thoughts of finally serving this beautiful Dominatrix. Quickly, i typed out a short reply to Her, confirming that I would indeed be there at 11 o'clock exactly.

i hurried down to the meeting, dazed and distracted, somehow managing to get through the day without thinking of Her too much. My boss seemed to really believe that a long lunch with a potentially lucrative client was on my agenda for the following day. It didn't really matter much to me. I was going to serve Her.

For months, in the distance of cyberspace, i had been admiring Her, dreaming about her, wondering what it would be like, to be Her slave. Compared to Her regal beauty, i felt awkward and inferior in every way. What would i do to be Hers? What depths would i sink to, and how low would they be? Am i worthy of anything? No.

Weeks ago, one afternoon, i gathered the courage to write Her. Begging for Her time and consideration, i sat at my keyboard and typed out the words: "i will be any kind of slave you want me to be. i would even be your toilet, if it would please You. Now the moment of truth was fast approaching, and late the next morning, it arrived.

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Nervously, i glanced at my watch. 11 o'clock exactly.  knocked at the door, and steeled myself. What did She have in mind for me? Would i---could handle it? i was greeted pleasantly and ushered inside to a large, lushly appointed dungeon. Mistress will be along shortly, and She likes Her slaves undressed and on their knees. The door closed ominously, echoing ominously in the vastness. As i disrobed and fell to my knees, i wondered what i had gotten myself into. i hadn't long to ponder. i heard the door open, followed by the quick succession of steps, sharp heels clicking upon the cold dungeon floor. i looked up to see a beautiful Woman with jet black hair towering over me. Porcelain skin, a twinkle in Her eye and a knowing smile, it was Mistress Cassandra, all right. Hands on hips, She reached down and gently touched my chin, tilting my head to meet Her gaze. Well, well, little man. I'm pleased to see you. And you are so very lucky to be here. She leaned down, her voice quieting to a whisper. But you seem so nervous. Tsk, tsk. A grown man like you? She walked around behind me, and whispered gently in my ear. Perhaps a nice drink will relax you. Without warning, She savagely tugged at my hair, sending me sprawling onto the floor. One long, lovely leg swung over, and She was straddling my face in no time flat. Bending over, She reached down and tugged Her leather to one side, revealing the most divine pussy i had ever seen. Suddenly, I felt a hot spray crashing down, stinging my eyes. i instinctively closed my mouth, but the pungent smell left no doubt She was peeing on me. I twisted my head frantically, trying to avoid her hot elixir, but the lovely Sadist watched my every move, and expertly directed her stream onto me, reveling in the humiliation she was causing.

"Humph. you are not a very good toilet, are you, slave?" She planted a high heeled shoe against my groin and pressed down until i began to see stars.

"Well, we'll soon fix that" Seductively, she strolled over to a large, plush chair, and sat. Crossing Her legs, She ordered me to crawl to Her. As i approached, She let one of Her black stilettos dangle, then fall to the floor. Mistress pushed Her foot to my face.

"Worship Me."

Hoping to make up for my disappointing start, i kissed and licked Her well pedicured foot.

"you must develop a taste for your Mistress, and learn to appreciate all that She offers you."

I cradled it gently in both hands and worshipped Her feet as though they were the only things on earth that mattered, first one, then the other. Above me, i heard her sigh, then moan.

"Mmmmmm. Good slave, good. Keep going. Don't stop."

my face was burning with shame. Here i was, being forced to kiss the feet of this strikingly beautiful Temptress, revealing my deepest fantasies and desires to an irresistible stranger. And although i didn't really know Her, i knew that i wanted to please Her. Soon, i was giving the adoration of Her feet everything i had. The taste of them, repellent at first, became intoxicating. i felt the temperature within me rise. my cock began to throb as my tongue and mouth went about the business of pleasing the attractive Dominatrix.

“Well, maybe your mouth is good for something after all. you have permission to continue, up to My knees only.”

My excitement must have gotten the better of me, because a cold, hard slap stung my right cheek.

“Slowly!” she Hissed. "I want to enjoy this.”

Timidly, i continued, cautiously kissing and caressing each ankle, then Her calves. i paid homage to each and every square inch of Her sumptuous legs, right up to the predetermined boundary. Once again, i felt Her foot---this time, a bare arch---pressing firmly against my overheating cock.

“Oh, what have we here? Feeling a little hot and horny for your Mistress? you little prick. How dare you? I'll take care of that.” Grinning, the dark-haired beauty quickly fastened a large, thick metal cock ring to the base of my shaft, insuring that my raging member would remain rock hard, but would not permit me to cum. Once it was in position, a sturdy cage was secured into place. The sharp, retractable needles on the inside of the cage cut into my cock-flesh, driving any thoughts of pleasure from my mind.

”Wince and howl all you like, creep. your cries are music to My ears.” She turned her back to me and ordered me to worship her firm, muscular thighs, giggling evilly, in full knowledge that Her soft, feminine flesh was weakening me, causing my loins to stir, thus bringing me even more torment. Without warning, she pressed her leather clad buttocks flush against my face.

"Kiss my ass," She commanded.

i lightly kissed each of her shapely globes as She undulated Her hips, ordering me to inhale her scent. By this time, i was lost. All pride and pretense had vanished. The pain in my cock got worse, and even though it hurt like hell, i was beginning not to care. i inhaled that unique scent, a combination of sweet Feminine secretions and expulsions, and i got dizzy. To hell with whatever pride or dignity i had left. i forgot myself, and plunged my face as deep into her leather encased ass as She would permit me, kissing and licking her beautiful panty clad buns. She grunted and twisted back into me, until i couldn't breathe. would have been content to have my adulation of Her swaggering rear go on forever, but she abruptly disengaged from my sweaty face.

"Not bad, little man, not bad. I expect proper and thorough worship from My slaves, and that means perfection from you.” She spun around and slapped me forcefully, giggling cruelly as I crumpled to the floor, blinded by her stinging blow.

“I wouldn't get too cocky if I were you. you're a long way from excellence, believe me.”

On my hands and knees, i crawled along behind Her as She sauntered in the direction of several large wooden horses, momentarily forgetting the awful pain in my cock as i watched the lilt and sway of Mistress's sexy ass. As She mercifully removed the brutal cock cage and ring, She instructed me to bend over the horse. i did so, fearing the worst. In the limited time i had under Her command, I had learned that any respite Mistress Cassandra might permit would only be followed by some new, more diabolical torture. my fears were well founded. She directed me to bend over the horse, then swiftly chained me to the wooden frame. i heard the clicking of a large iron lock, and knew that I could not hope to escape whatever She had in mind. i turned my head and watched in shock as She put on a pair of surgical gloves. I was utterly terrified, and tried desperately to dissuade my apprehension. My prone position--vulnerable, to say the least---and memories of visits to the doctor swirled in my head. No, She wouldn't do that, would She?

When i felt the first finger invade my rectum, i clenched my butt tightly, trying to forestall the painful onslaught, and stop Her from entering me. Probing, pistoning her finger in and out, She soon had a second finger driven in. I screamed and begged Her to stop, only to hear that ringing, wicked laugh as She continued the savage violation. A second finger, a third, a fourth entered my agonized poop chute. Never in my life had I experienced such pain; it was undoubtedly the most excruciating torture I could ever imagine, and i screamed with all my might, begging for mercy. If the heavy iron shackles had not bound me tightly, i would have surely collapsed. As it was, i prayed for unconsciousness, anything that would spare me the ravaging my ass was taking. It felt as though a telephone pole were being thrust into my bowels, threatening to stretch my sphincter to the point of explosion.

drove into my behind. I could feel her fingernails as they scratched and scraped along my insides. Oh, how i wanted to die. It took a long time, but after awhile, i slowly adjusted to vile torture. The sharp pain became a hot burning, and much to my disbelief, the overwhelming sensation became almost pleasant! i had full view of my suffering cock, still bleeding from the wounds that the despicable cock cage had inflicted. All during the taking of my fundament, it had just hung there, flaccid. Now, strangely, it was springing to life, as though the sadistic rape were somehow pleasant. i watched in disbelief as it inflated, bewilderingly inspired by the gruesome anal plundering. Mistress Cassandra noticed just as much.

“Try and tell me you're not a puny little sissy now, you jerk! Look at that pathetic little thing of yours getting all excited! I'll bet you wish that my fist were some big, hairy male cock instead, don't you?” She slapped my ass viciously,.

“Don't you?” Slap. “Answer me!”

“Oh, ohy-y-yes,.yes, Mistress!”
“Yes, Mistress what?”

“Y-yes, Mistress, I w-w-wish your f-fist was a, a cock!” She laughed triumphantly.
“Well, we'll have to see if that can be arranged, won't we? Yes, I do think we shall. you might fetch me quite a bit of money as a street walking whore!”

The words cut me in a way that I had never been cut before. This was something completely unexpected. i had always thought of myself as completely straight, with not even a fleeting notion given to being with a man. And yet, here i was, my pooper filled to the brink, being drilled savagely and i was actually enjoying it! My mind rebelled, denying any such thing, but my lust engorged cock told another story. my elongated shaft began to leak. The tingling i felt, the pressure building in my nuts were clear and true signals that i was ready to cum. my ass cheeks, previously tensed to stop the cruel anal invasion, now relaxed and welcomed the intruder inside. The little movement that my hips had available to them were spent lifting to give my Mistress easier access to me as i humped and bucked maddeningly back into Her, delighting in the way She used me. Fist still deeply implanted and pumping, She leaned down, just inches from my ear, Her voice suddenly  lowered to nearly a whisper.

“If I let you cum, you will be back here this weekend, to continue your training, won't you, my pet?” She barely had a chance to finish speaking before i agreed, and my eagerness must have somewhat astonished her. Pausing only for a few moments, She added,

“and furthermore, if you complete your training to my complete satisfaction, I will have papers for you to sign, and you will sign them.”

At that moment, on the knife's edge, nearly out of my mind with desire, i would have said anything. Yet even the rational part of my mind was in unison with the rest of me, the remainder that was blind with lust.

“Yessssssss,” I hissed.

She stood up and plowed into me hotly with strokes that were deeper than ever, in rapid-fire succession, and i could hear Her breathing become labored, shorter, more excited. I turned my head to see her tilt Her head backward, hair flailing wildly from side to side as she thrust her free hand into her panties.

“Your ass is mine!” She shrieked. “Confess it! Say it to your Mistress!”

“M-m-my ass is yours, Mistress!” i managed.

Her wanton cries echoed repeatedly around the immense dungeon, and I heard Her cry “Cum, slave! Cum!”

My prick tensed, then blasted a hot, white jet of sperm onto the floor, convulsing and spewing forth every last drop of jizz I had, leaving a thick pool of ejaculate below me. Spent and completely exhausted, i collapsed, scarcely noticing the Feminine fist retreating from my rear. Mistress Cassandra released me from my bonds, and i crumpled to the floor my reverie was halted by a stiletto heel jabbing harshly at my bottom.

”Clean up your mess, pig!”

i looked around for something I could use to wipe away the pool of semen when the biting sting of a whip found my naked, defenseless ass.

”Use your tongue, asshole!”

Compliantly, i inched over to the oily goop, and half-heartedly lapped, practically gagging on the salty cum. The bite of several new and harder lashes came crashing down on my back and flanks, and i realized that there would be no getting around it. i licked down hard, hoping the force might drive more of my juices into the floor than into my mouth, but enough of that sickening, sticky load wound up in my mouth. i choked and coughed, retching and nearly vomiting it all back up, but thankfully managed somehow to keep it all down. When i completed the dreadful task, She kicked my ass once again, and I tumbled abjectly onto my back.

“Thanks for the piece of ass, wimp. Here's your reward.” She grasped the crotch of her moist leather panties and wrenched the sideways, maneuvering Herself right over my mouth, and releasing a long, hot stream of piss onto my face. i tried frantically to steer clear of Her steamy waste, but the gorgeous Dominant reached down and pinched my nostrils closed, cutting off my only supply of oxygen. I held my breath for as long as i could, but it was no use. Gasping for air, i opened my mouth, and She flooded me with Her golden nectar. i reluctantly swallowed the acrid tasting offering and felt her juices mingle with my own until they became one, deep in the pit of my stomach, and nauseating me to no end. The final trickle and drops were deposited between my lips, and ran down my throat. Beaten and miserable, i just laid there helplessly, consuming all her yellow offering.

”You seem to be improving, slut. It's a good thing that you have, because I was ready to send you away with My biggest butt plug right up your ass. But, come to think of it, you might get too much pleasure from that, especially considering your performance here this afternoon. And I want you to suffer for me, little man. Suffer and learn to beg me for more of it!” She dismissed me, with specific instructions: i was to return on Saturday evening at nine, and prepared for a long evening of training. Unsteady and aching from head to toe, i nervously dressed and went back to work.

i was utterly useless for the rest of the day, and did everything i could to keep from being noticed. My ass felt as though a tractor trailer truck had driven in and out of it. No matter that i had lost my anal cherry to the dark haired temptress, i wondered if i would ever be able to walk the same way again. i went home that evening and tried to recuperate somehow, my mind bedeviled by all the wicked and terrible possibilities that could have been laying in wait for me. Still, amidst all painful scenarios i could imagine, i couldn't write off my strange, incomprehensible reaction to the violent fisting. i was certainly shamed and debased thoroughly, but i was also aroused, hot over the idea of yielding my ass---and anything else---to this powerful goddess. Yes, i feared what i could have been in for Saturday night. But i also could not wait for that time to arrive!

The hours and days crept along slowly, until finally, it was Saturday afternoon. With that unusual mixture of uneasiness and anticipation, I showered, dressed and made my way into the city. As ordered, i arrived precisely at nine, hoping that my punctuality would please the Mistress. The door swung open wide, and i was ushered in, gasping audibly at the sight of several attractive, rubber clad Mistresses. In no time at all, i froze, as I felt a firm grip on my arm. i turned and fixed my eyes on a most radiant Mistress Cassandra.

“Slave! On your hands and knees! I want a ride into the powder room!”

Dutifully, i assumed the position, and she mounted my back. "Giddyap!” She cried as several of the Ladies of The Den cheered and applauded, steering me in the direction of a large, well lit room. Once there, She dismounted and presented me with Her delicious backside.

”Now, the first thing we're going to do is powder your little nose, slave.” So saying, she grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me tightly into the crease of the tight latex shorts that separated those round, pendulous globes. Suddenly, i heard a loud hiss. No it couldn't be; She was farting in my face! The hot gas stung my eyes and assailed my nostrils with the most pungent odor imaginable. i struggled in vain to break her grasp, but she held me forcefully. “Savor the flavor,” she said, as I wiped the tears from my eyes, wheezing and desperate for air. She turned around and, with a smile and a wink, told me,

 “There's lots more where that came from! Now, strip.”

i did as i was told, and took my clothes off, then crawled to her side.

“Tonight, We are all going out to a hot new fetish club here in town. It's the opening night, and everyone will be there. Furthermore, several of the Mistresses from The Den will be joining us, and they will all be bringing
along slaves of their own. I have chosen you to be my slave for the evening. Aren't you fortunate?

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Damn right you are! Do you know how many slaves would kill to trade places with you tonight? Way too many for your feeble little slave brain to comprehend, that's for sure. Now, thank me properly!” She held out her foot, and i showered it profusely with kisses, hoping that my gratitude would become apparent to Her. As I did, she continued.

”Tonight is very special. For you, because you have been granted the privilege and honor of being in My presence without even having to earn the honor. But also for all of Us, because We have been looking forward to this night for weeks now. It goes without saying, but I will remind you anyway: you are to be on your best behavior at all times; obedient, respectful, and mindful of your place at all times. Fall out of line even once, and I'll make sure you regret it. Forever and ever. Since We can't have you parading up and down the street naked, you will be dressed up, but dressed as I see fit. She pressed a buzzer on the wall, and two female slaves entered. I know you better than you know yourself, slave. From the instant I laid eyes on you, I knew you weren't a man. That puny little thing you carry around in your pants isn't even half the cock I've seen on a fly. And that asshole of yours takes a good fisting  just like a sweet, hot pussy. And that makes you a the worst kind of slut; I wanna be girl without a Pussy. How pathetic. you will spend the rest of your life desperately trying to become a woman but you will always fail, because in the end, you were born with a cock, and little that it may be; and even if I chose to castrate you, this fact will always make you inferior to Females.” She turned to the two pretty Female attendants-

”Have him ready in ten minutes.”---then left.

The two submissives sprung into action immediately, and before i knew what hit me, I was fully made up and clothed in the most feminine manner possible. Wig, makeup, perfume, garters, stockings, everything. Right down to the lacy, frilly panties that softly encased my nether region. The final touch was a pair of flats.

As they slipped the shoes onto my feet, i glanced shyly into
one of the many mirrors in the room, and was immediately stunned. i was completely unrecognizable, even to myself. Staring back at me was a complete stranger, someone i didn't even know. But it was me! The telltale signs that I was an impostor were clear, but at night, in the darkness, perhaps no one would notice. That's what i was wishing for as the slaves escorted me into the sitting room, where Mistress Cassandra and all Her dominant friends were. The hoots and catcalls made me hang my head in shame, but Mistress looked extremely pleased.

”Well, well lookie here! What a little cutie! you're looking pretty good tonight, you little slut.” Drawing close to me, She winked knowingly.

"Who knows, ya might even get laid!”

Hearing Her last comment was all it took to start me wondering. What if it was more than just the excitement of serving this gorgeous Dominatrix that drove me to sexual bliss? What if it was true, that i really loved and needed hard-core back-door violation? My head spun with forbidden thoughts and desires as the long stretch limousine pulled up and whisked us all away into the brisk autumn evening.

We arrived at what looked like the red carpet for the Academy Awards. Bright lights, beautiful people. But, judging from the fashion and attire, these beautiful people were kinky! A huge sigh of relief for me: at least, everyone here was of a like mind, a similar lifestyle. Under these conditions, i could easily serve Mistress publicly. And, dressed as i was, it seemed improbable that anyone could ever identify me. As we walked up to the entrance, I meekly requested to speak. Mistress halted and turned to me, Her deep brown eyes meeting mine with a look that melted me.

“you may speak, slave.”

“Mistress, thank You for permitting me to escort you here tonight .i know that this is a high honor, and i will do my utmost to serve you well. i also want to thank You for enabling me to serve you with dignity and discretion.” i turned my head to avert her gaze, but She turned my head back, and spoke with a softness that surprised me.

“That was very good, slave. you are showing the first signs of genuine submission. And i believe you are sincere. you may serve me well, after all. She clutched my scrotum with a vise-like grip and squeezed. But remember, I mean what I say. Be on your best behavior tonight. And that's an order.”

We entered the posh, crowded nightclub. Music, glittering neon lights, bars, tables, and on the large center stage, a lovely blonde Dominatrix was beating Her male slave. My face burned with humiliation when I heard the wolf whistles and lewd comments, deepened by the fact that i had never dressed in drag before. The degradation and embarrassment i felt made Mistress Cassandra beam proudly as we were lead to our table. And though i knew that i could never be a true transvestite, it gave me a small trace of satisfaction knowing that my predicament pleased Her. In gentlemanly fashion, each slave attended to each Mistress, pulling out each chair, waiting for the Ladies to be seated, then pushing the chairs back in and kneeling beside them. Hoping not to disappoint, i followed suit.

”Well done, little girl” Mistress teased.

On stage, the curvaceous blonde Domina continued the merciless whipping of Her male chattel, striking him repeatedly and severely on his upturned ass with a mean looking whip. Though she seemed to be putting Her full force into it, the slave showed no signs of any pain. Finally, after several minutes of thrashing, the Domme turned to the audience.

”Well, as you can see, my slave has been trained to take a good beating and still be ready for more. Perhaps there is someone in the audience tonight who could inspire My little pain slut into a fit of screaming.” She surveyed the spectators carefully, but stopped and smiled when her eyes came to rest on where we were.

“My very good friend, Mistress Cassandra, is in the audience tonight!” She announced, and a raucous round of applause swelled up from the crowd.

"Perhaps she would be kind enough to demonstrate the best way to make a slave scream!” She turned again to where Mistress was sitting.

“Would you, please?” The cheering became almost deafening when She stood up and headed for the stage, and i marveled at the high regard Her peers had for Her. Bowing to the crowd, She took center stage.” Thank you all so very much! These past two years have been exciting and rewarding, because I have learned so much about domination, and how best to train a slave. And while I believe one is never too advanced to learn something, I also believe that some things must come naturally, and you cannot fake them.”

The audience clapped wildly, and shouted their approval.

”I firmly believe that any slave who does not react as a Mistress deems appropriate is a disobedient slave, and deserves the full measure of punishment!”

Amidst the roar of the crowd, Mistress went over to the corner of the stage and grabbed a large two-by-four.” The audience gasped, then was hushed as She positioned herself squarely behind the trembling male.

”slave, before I'm finished with you, you'll be begging Me to stop!”

She pulled the large wooden beam back with both hands, took aim, and delivered an enormous blow to the slave's buttocks.

"AIEEEEEEEEE!!!"  he wailed as She withdrew and hit him again, this time with even more power than the first. The hapless man's legs began to buckle, and he fell to all fours, trying hopelessly to crawl away. Behind him, wielding the cruel timber, she chased him around the platform, wailing on his defenseless ass with extreme cruelty, striking blow after blow.

"Run away from Me, will you?” Whack!
"you pathetic little shit!” Whack!
“Hold still, or I'll rip you a new asshole!" Whack! Whack! Whack!

The brutal beating went on and on, the crowd shouting their support, jeering and taunting the slave as he tried desperately to escape. Above him, Mistress Cassandra was taking fiendish delight in a new twist of torture: the painful looking wooden splinters, which were impaling the submissive’s backside were now being driven deeper and deeper into his wounded bottom by Her vicious wallops. When it looked as though the slave would lose consciousness completely, the black haired goddess finally stopped, and turned to receive Her standing ovation.

"Thank you so much, everyone. Now, for my encore this evening, perhaps a little anal torture would be in order."

There was a large burst of applause, and to my mortification, Mistress looked over to where i was kneeling, and summoned me to the stage. Shuddering in horror, i stumbled to the stage and joined her, my head hung in disgrace. She pointed to a large wooden horse and silently compelled me to take up the proper position. The blood rushed to my head as i bent over, and Mistress immediately hiked up my dress, and then pulled my panties down. They fell around my ankles, and the crowd laughed uproariously.

”My little sissy is no virgin, and I'll prove it. Watch his little pussy take my fist all the way in with no lubrication!”

i was shocked, and scared to death. Even if i had taken some enjoyment from having my ass raped, I was certainly not ready to be violated so savagely, and i was sure that the pain would be too horrible to imagine.
Slipping a glove on Her right hand, Mistress leaned down and whispered in my ear,

"Now comes the training I promised you. I urge you to do a good job. After all, you have just seen how miserable I can make you. And oh, by the way, those are my panties you have on, soil them, and I'll make you
eat them for breakfast. Got it?’

I nodded my head affirmatively as She stepped back.

“watch!”

Those were the last words i heard before Her fist entered me. She battered at my sphincter mightily, causing me to lurch forward. Blinded and suffering, i tried hard to relax my back door, hoping it would make Her anal attack less painful. It didn't. Cries and shouting came up from the crowd, encouraging Her to drive it in and out of my backside roughly. i went limp, my rubbery rectum stretched into oblivion.

“Anybody else want to take this little slut, come on!” She cried, and i turned and stared disbelieveingly at the line that formed behind Her. Mistress's fist was replaced by another, then another and then, another still. Finally, when a large black master stepped up and drove his muscular arm into my bowels, i screamed as loud as I could. That was the last thing i remember.

I came to in a much different place; a cage. my ass was throbbing and sore from the gang rape, and i wearily rubbed my eyes and tried to get my bearings. The cage was in a room, a large, plush room. Maybe a bedroom? i heard a door open, then approaching footsteps. Outside the cage, feet---beautiful, Feminine feet. i knew those feet. i had kissed and worshipped them endlessly.

“Good morning, my pet.” How are we feeling?” Mistress Cassandra leaned down and peered into the cage.

"Well fucked, I'm sure!" She giggled mirthlessly.

"Well, you'll soon forget all about that, slave.”

She reached in and quickly fastened a collar around my neck, attached a leash to it, then tugged insistently.

”C’mon, horsie. I wanna go for a little ride.”

i crawled out and she climbed onto my back. Digging Her heels into my sides, She urged me forward.

"Take Me to the bathroom, my little stallion. I have to pee real bad!”

i padded along, lumbering forward, feeling the palm of Her hand smacking my ass, descending again and again as I carried her into the bathroom. Once inside, She closed the door and ordered me into the tub. i clambered in and laid on my back, watching as She placed a foot on each side, and squatted right over my face. Releasing a torrent of hot essence directly into my mouth, i swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the gurgling nectar.

“Told you I really had to go!” She laughed as i received her golden shower.

Finishing, She wiped that heavenly Pussy, and then dropped the toilet paper right into my mouth.

“Chew and swallow, toilet.”

“Yes, Mistress” i gulped. For the first time in a week, there was no dread or dismay. i knew my place and i wanted to be there.

Those were the words i uttered hours later, as I knelt before Her. I accepted Her power, ultimate and complete. She smiled down at me triumphantly, knowing that She had conquered me, and held the keys to my present and future.

”Yes, Mistress, i am Yours.”

Reaching down and softly stroking my hair, She nodded her head approvingly.

“Slave, your surrender  is a precious gift to Me, and I will enjoy training you, molding you, sculpting you into the slave I want you to be. Are you certain you wish to become my personal property?”

i didn't need to think, not even for a second.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She pressed a folder into my hand.

“Here are my conditions and terms, all spelled out for you to examine and review. Consult with an attorney if you wish, but understand that this is a binding agreement, and these provisions are non-negotiable.you must subscribe to them in full, or the contract is invalid. Do you understand?”

The words fell from my lips once again. “Yes, Mistress.”

That was yesterday. Today, here I am, heading back into New York, delivering special documents to a very special Woman, so that i can finally be Hers.