Mistress Extreme (15 page)

‘The next time Paul and I went into the woods together we could hardly wait to get to the clearing by the pebbled stream and have sex together again,' Tony continued. ‘But you know what they say: the best laid plans …'

Once Tony and Paul had stripped off and got almost to the clearing they were stopped in their tracks. There was a dry crack of wood and the careless rustle of undergrowth coming from where they were headed. It quickly became evident from the voices they heard next that others had beaten them to it.

Tony and Paul crept gingerly towards the clearing and, peering through a canopy of leaves, saw to their surprise half a dozen good looking young men who seemed to be about their age. They were all naked and erect, and were sitting on a slope by the stream, stroking their hard-ons. They seemed to be waiting for someone. There was also another young man there, a beautiful blond-haired Adonis. He was sitting on a rock slightly apart from the others, masturbating like them but with a noticeably pensive expression on his face. Then the person they'd evidently been waiting for arrived.

He had luxuriant dark hair and was well muscled. He was also incredibly handsome with the most piercing blue eyes Tony had ever seen. He began to think of him as ‘Blue-eyes' and the blond Adonis as ‘Blondie'. Like the others, Blue-eyes was buck naked and erect; the glans of his cock was wet with pre-come. He walked straight over to Blondie who stood up so that they could caress. However no sooner were they in each other's arms than Blondie broke their clinch and squeezed the other's nipples hard, causing him to gasp in pain.

Blondie gestured for Blue-eyes to get on to his knees and blow him. He pulled at the other's long hair as he sucked his cock and fondled his balls. Blue-eyes, now alternately licking the head of Blondie's cock and sucking his balls, seemed to be relishing his submissive role. But it soon became evident that it was all an act.

Blue-eyes got up from his knees and began to regain control in this brief power struggle – if he'd ever truly lost it, which Tony very much doubted when looking back on the whole extraordinary experience. Blue-eyes spun Blondie round, bent him over and spread the cheeks of his backside. He tongued his anus greedily while his lover/rival pulled on his own hard cock with brusque, short strokes.

Blue-eyes then began spanking Blondie's backside vigorously, each smack a sharp explosion of sound as he followed one stinging blow with another in rapid succession. By the time he spat into Blondie's open anus to lubricate it for entry, his rear was a fierce red from the spanking it had received.

Blue-eyes pounded his cock in and out of Blondie's anal hole, fucking him hard to the rhythm of his groans of pleasure. He obviously decided not to come, though, as Tony and Paul heard him say, “Let's save the best until last”. At this point he withdrew his cock, which was as dripping with pre-come as Blondie's.

All the other young men then got into a huddle and began masturbating one another. By this time Tony and Paul were beside themselves with lust. It was time to reveal themselves, they decided, whatever the consequences of doing that might turn out to be. So they emerged from their hiding place and began to stride into the clearing, their hard cocks bobbing obscenely ahead of them.

‘We seem to have company,' Blue-eyes announced to the assembled wankers who all looked in their direction. He added, addressing himself directly to Tony and Paul and surveying them with obvious approval, ‘And what do you two horny boys want?' His impossibly blue eyes were gleaming with desire.

‘We'd like to join in your sex games,' Tony replied boldly.

‘I'll bet you would and we'd love to have you do that,' smiled Blue-eyes, resting his hand on Tony's arm. He had a once-in-a lifetime smile and his touch was electric; and as for those blue, blue eyes ... ‘But there's an initiation ceremony for joining this select little group of perverts' he went on. ‘Basically it involves either getting a face full of come from half a dozen hard cocks or taking a severe beating. As there are two of you, it'll be a case of one each. Now which one of you would be willing to take the heavy beating?'

‘I would,' Tony replied unhesitatingly. ‘I'd be willing to do that.'

‘No, don't,' Paul said, his voice urgent, ‘not for me, please. I'd never ask that of you.'

‘You don't understand. I want to,' Tony responded firmly. ‘You see, Paul, I really get off on the idea.' As the words came out of his mouth Tony realised that he'd never made a truer statement in his life. It was his eureka moment, no question.

And so the initiation ceremony began in earnest as a number of the young men used the leather belts from their discarded jeans to first tie Tony's wrists together and then upraise them and secure them to the sturdy branch of an oak tree. They also used a belt to tie his ankles together. Blue-eyes told Blondie to go and get his rucksack, and from that he took a come-caked handkerchief. He handed it round to all his companions to use to wipe off the pre-come from their hard cocks until the cloth was soaked with boy juice. He then gagged Tony by stuffing his mouth with it.

Blue-eyes delved into his rucksack again and this time brought out six clothes pegs. He attached two of these to Tony's nipples and the other four to his scrotum, causing him to tremble with pain. He then told Paul to kneel in front of Tony and suck his hard cock for all he was worth, instructing Tony that under no circumstances was he to allow himself to come. Paul wrapped his lips round Tony's shaft and obediently began to give him the four star blow-job that had been required of him. He swirled his tongue around the head of Tony's cock, flicked it round his come-slit, and then moved it up and down his shaft, tasting every throbbing inch of it. It was pleasure, pure pleasure for Tony.

‘Now – pain,' Blue-eyes announced and the beating started. All the young men took it in turns to whip Tony's backside with leather belts, stroke after searing stroke as he struggled uselessly against his bonds. Blue-eyes took over next and beat him with a bamboo cane he'd just cut. Each of his swishing blows smarted vividly, until the pain Tony was enduring had become a fury burning agonizingly into his flesh and his eyes were glistening with tears.

Blue-eyes appeared to relent at this point and ceased caning Tony. He also told Paul to stop blowing him but to remain on his knees. He removed Tony's sodden gag from his mouth and the pegs from his nipples and scrotum; and lowered the belts that held his wrists together and to the branch, releasing his arms completely. He removed the belt from his ankles too and passed it to Blondie. He told him to use it to tie Paul's wrists behind his back.

Blue-eyes ordered the kneeling Paul to suck off Blondie and swallow his come. He also told the rest of the young men to come all over Paul's face. He then made Tony bend forward and spread his legs. He knelt behind him, pulled the cheeks of his backside apart and licked his anus, his anal muscles contracting around his sinuous tongue. Then he got up from his knees, leant down and took some lubricant from his rucksack. He next rubbed it on his hard cock, and pushed it into Tony's rear. The thrill of penetration edged with the pain Tony felt in his anus, and Blue-eyes started to fuck him, the strokes of his cock slow at first but building steadily in pace.

Tony panted with desire as Blue-eyes fucked him ever harder while pulling on his aching tumescence. He watched an ecstatic Paul gulping down Blondie's come, and then have all the other young men – now masturbating feverishly – each build themselves to a climax and come over his face in shuddering spasms.

Blue-eyes finally reached his own powerful climax, sending spurt after spurt of come deep into Tony's punished rear. At the same time he took Tony with him with his pumping hand around his cock, making him shudder to orgasm, right there in the middle of the deep, dark woods.

David and Tony were still up-close-and-personal in their naked bondage, their wrists manacled to the metal spreader bar that was hanging from the ceiling by chains. David had become very aroused during Tony's graphic account and Tony had become equally excited in the telling of it. Both men were therefore massively erect, their hard cocks rubbing together excitingly, by the time Isabella and Kate returned to the dimly-lit chamber.

‘What do you think our two slaves have been doing while we've been away enjoying the company of our fellow perverts and the performance of that clit licking contortionist?' Isabella asked.

Kate shrugged. ‘Bonding in their bondage?' she suggested with an amused smile.

The two women then pushed David and Tony right against each other, in the process pinning their hard cocks together. They then went on to manacle the men's ankles to the end of a metal spreader bar, which was identical to the one to which their wrists were already secured. Finally they blindfolded them and also gagged them again, buckling behind their heads the red ball gags they'd gagged them with earlier.

‘We've brought our two naked slaves even closer together now,' Isabella said, taking hold of a couple of rattan canes and handing one of them to Kate. ‘How about we give them a major beating and
really
make them come together.'

‘Six of the best to start?' said Kate.

‘To
start
, yes,' Isabella replied with heavy emphasis, her dark eyes shining sadistically through the shadows.

‘Want to go first?' asked Kate.

Isabella nodded that she did. She then gave a practice swipe with her cane while David waited, his heart pounding with excitement, his erection pulsing against Tony's stiff cock. Then it began. Isabella sliced the cane through the air in a graceful arc that cracked hard across David's backside. It hurt like hell, a white flash of pure pain that caused him to inhale sharply behind his gag and left a red track across his backside.

The second stroke whistled through the air, cracking hard against David's rear. There was that white flash of sensation again and then a second track to join the first. A third stroke of the cane followed the second one before David had time to recover. Strikes four and five came down in even swifter succession, harsher and sharper still.

The sixth stroke bit hardest of all, a flash of pure agony. Isabella stopped then and the pain David was suffering started to dissolve, becoming a suffuse red heat that seeped through his body, connecting with the pulsing hardness of his cock as it throbbed against Tony's own pulsing erection.

‘Over to you now, Kate,' Isabella said and it was Tony's turn for six of the best. The cane swished down and the fire followed an instant later. Then it happened a second time, a third, a fourth, a fifth and a sixth. Tony felt the blaze of each of the six strokes as Kate laid them carefully across his rear, the heat building in his backside and raging outwards through his cock as it rubbed and throbbed against David's shaft.

Then it was David's turn again, the blows landing agonizingly across the earlier strokes where the red welts had already risen. Each time Isabella caned him he bucked against Tony. Then it was Tony's turn, and then David's turn again. Then Isabella and Kate began to beat them both together. On and on the two women caned their blindfolded and gagged slaves, one vicious swipe after another, until excruciating pain burned like twin flames into their flesh.

Then pain suddenly turned to pure lust, throbbing and hot. David and Tony's nerves were on fire, every cell in their bodies on red alert. The heat of desire swept through their bodies and blood pulsed in their aching cocks, precipitating them both to orgasm. They came together – and voluminously. Their shafts pumped thick waves of come over their torsos that were pressed so closely together as they writhed helplessly in their bondage, the mutual agony they were suffering finally outweighed by the ecstasy of mutual relief.

‘Tonight you will face your biggest challenge yet,' Isabella informed David when she phoned him next, which was one month later to the day. As it was again the last Saturday of the month David's first thought was that it would take place at
Club Depravity
. He was wrong about that, as swiftly became clear. ‘It will take place this evening when I christen my newly created dungeon,' Isabella went on. ‘Ideally I would have liked my husband to jointly host the event with me but he and the twins are currently out of the country and will be for some while to come.'

David assumed that Alan Stern's absence from the UK was business related, and his assumption was correct. The Stern's company had been selling more and more merchandise via the web, especially to customers in the United States. To start to build on that success and further expand the company Alan Stern had gone out to the States for the duration to open up several flagship stores, the first one to be in New York.

He'd been gone three weeks already and during that time Isabella had supervised the completion of a personal project of hers that was especially dear to her heart: the creation of a superb dungeon in the basement of the Stern's Brighton home. Among other things, Isabella had arranged for the basement area to be soundproofed in its entirety and had had shower, washing and toilet facilities installed in one corner.

The work that she'd had carried out to the rest of the large space included the fitting of subdued lighting that focussed on various pieces of the
La Fetishista
dungeon equipment she'd had installed. Most of this was covered in soft black leather, like the horse, the padded bondage table, the horizontal torture chair, the vertical torture chair, the whipping bench and the St. Andrews cross. There was a cage in one corner and chains hung from the dungeon ceiling in a number of locations.

An open cabinet of dark wood had been fitted that was panelled up to the ceiling and extended the length of one of the walls. Upon the polished wood there now hung many of Isabella's large collection of disciplinary instruments. They ranged from simple straps to tawses, crops, whips, paddles, canes, gags, chains, handcuffs and a variety of clamps.

Once completed to her exacting standards, the whole space gave off the wonderfully sensuous aroma of leather and screamed out sadomasochistic sex. It was definitely time to give her brand “spanking” new dungeon the christening of which she had spoken.

Joining Isabella for this event, as well as David, were Caroline and Matthew, and Kate and Tony. The three men, all entirely naked and displaying impressive erections, were kneeling in a row with their backs against one of the dungeon walls while their respective Mistresses stood together nearby, conversing.

Tony's Mistress, Kate, her short ash-blonde hair brushed back from her beautiful face, was naked but for a tight corset and knee-length boots with high heels. Both the corset and the boots were of dark red leather. Isabella and Caroline were also virtually naked. Caroline was wearing only a skimpy black leather bra, which did little more than cover her erect nipples, and high heeled shoes. Isabella wore a tight black leather waistcoat, which she had left undone, and knee-length high heeled boots, also of black leather.

She was holding two objects, one in each hand. In her left she held a leather flogger that was the same dark shade of red as Kate's minimal outfit, and in her right, of all things, a cheap plastic battery-operated clock. It was black in colour and did its job of ticking the present into the past with noisy insistence. Isabella strode over and placed this last eccentric item on top of the whipping bench. She performed this last act with exaggerated ceremony, as if it were the crown jewels themselves she was handling.

‘What have we here?' Caroline asked, her green eyes sparkling with amusement.

‘I've thought up a game we can play to christen my dungeon,' Isabella said. ‘I've called it “Last slave standing”. The idea is that we three dommes all swap subs and then, each in turn, do our damndest to make our assigned slave climax, using a devilish mixture of pain and pleasure. The slaves must do their best to resist and the one who manages to retain his erection the longest, as timed on that clock over there, will be the winner. Do you like the sound of my game?'

‘I like it a lot,' Kate enthused.

‘Me too,' Caroline added. ‘Are there any particular ground rules?'

‘There are no gags or blindfolds allowed,' Isabella replied. ‘And we'll all start our turn in the same place – with our slave's up-stretched arms attached by the wrists to the cuffs at the end of those two ceiling chains.' She pointed to the centre of the dungeon where two adjacent chains with black leather cuff attachments were hanging, approximately two feet apart. ‘Also, the only disciplinary implement we can use is this one.' She held up the dark red whip. ‘Beyond that, anything goes. We'll determine who gets which slave and so on with a quick game of dice.'

The first roll of the dice gave Caroline her choice of slave. She chose David, leaving Kate with Matthew, and Isabella with Tony. Another roll of the dice made Isabella the clock watcher except when it was her turn to torment Tony; and a final couple of shakes of the dice determined that Kate and Matthew would go first, Isabella and Tony after that, and then Caroline and David.

The result of that final roll of the dice, the one determining that David would be the last of the slaves to be tormented, troubled him greatly. It was psychologically the worst place to be, he was sure of it. That was because he would know exactly what time he had to exceed in order to win this sadistic game that Isabella had devised. And he desperately wanted to win it, desperately wanted to meet what Isabella had described as his “greatest challenge yet”. All these tests and challenges must be leading somewhere surely, he told himself. If he won this big one – who knew? – he might even be promoted to being something more than a mere “diversion” in Isabella's life. He could but hope.

As David watched Kate take Matthew to the centre of the dungeon, he was struck yet again by the blonde domme's great beauty and by what a lovely body she had, with her firm breasts tipped with dark nipples that seemed always to be aroused, her shapely thighs and her prominent, hairless mound.

It was amazing to think that this truly formidable dominatrix, who was doubtless about to beat the living daylights out of his best friend Matthew, had once been Isabella's slave. Indeed she would always remain her slave when push came to shove, as he'd clearly witnessed a month ago at
Club Depravity
. To think that he'd actually been sucked off by Kate. To think that he'd actually been sucked off by Matthew as well, that he'd sucked him off too, and been buggered by him as well – all of it in the context of the kind of heavy duty S&M sessions that would have shocked most people in the vanilla world to the very core. It was all so surreal, so amazing. David felt himself utterly submerged now in a world of such extreme perversion and deviancy that almost anything was possible.

He watched as his best friend began to be put through his paces. Matthew placed his arms above his head and Kate attached his wrists to the leather cuffs on the ends of the two ceiling chains. She stood to his front and masturbated him for a while, her fingers expertly playing the length of his stiff cock, before suddenly moving her hands to his chest. Kate squeezed both of his nipples at the same time and very hard too, making him gasp with pain.

She then moved behind Matthew and told him to bend forward as far as the chains would allow. ‘Time for a spanking,' she said before raising her hand high and bringing it down with a hard slap that made him cry out. Kate raised her hand again and brought it down a second time as swiftly and as hard as the first stroke and then kept on spanking Matthew until his backside glowed as red as an angry sunset.

Next Kate switched to the red leather flogger, which she went on to use remorselessly on Matthew's already punished rear, the whip landing each time with a sharp crack that resounded noisily around the dungeon. By the time she stopped whipping him, his backside was heavily marked with stripes and he was whimpering in agony.

Kate detached Matthew from the ceiling chains and told him to get on to his knees. His erection hung stiffly between his thighs as he knelt down. ‘Lick the high heeled boot I am pointing at, slave,' she instructed, gesturing towards her right foot. ‘Worship it with your mouth.' Matthew obeyed without hesitation, bending his head forward and pressing his lips against the pointed toe of the red boot. He slid his eager tongue along the leather, his lips caressing the smoothness of it.

‘Lie on your back,' Kate ordered next. ‘Suck the heels of my boots.' Again, he obeyed instantly, his throbbing shaft rearing in the air. Matthew sucked first one and then the other of the shiny red daggers that were Kate's high heels as she presented them to him in turn. He was utterly absorbed in this ritual, concentrating intently on worshipping Kate's high heels.

Matthew's climax came all of sudden, taking him completely unawares, when Kate quickly moved her boot away from his face to his crotch and dug its heel against his pulsing cock. The sharp pain combined straight away with the delirious pleasure of orgasm. Matthew called out, a wordless explosion of anguish and desire, as he spurted his climax across her heel. Kate brought the heel back to his lips. There was no need to wait for her command; Matthew took the hard point of her heel in his mouth, sucking off his come and swallowing it down as his erection began to subside.

‘Thirty minutes, give or take a second or two,' Isabella announced as she handed over clock-watching duties to Caroline. She added with undisguised relish, ‘It's my turn to do some serious tormenting now.' Isabella led Tony to the centre of the dungeon and secured his wrists to the ceiling chains above his head.

The dominatrix then took hold of the flogger and whipped Tony's chest, each blow stinging and sharp, before switching to his genitals, concentrating her blows on his helplessly exposed cockhead and causing him to yelp with pain. Isabella whipped Tony's rear next, every skilfully aimed lash striking him in a regular rhythm. She showered his backside with blows until it was covered in lacerations.

Isabella then detached Tony from the ceiling chains and led him over to the horizontal torture chair, telling him to get on to it on his back. She buckled his wrists behind his head, his knees up and his legs wide apart.

Isabella put on a sizeable strap-on dildo and coated it liberally with lubricant. She eased it into Tony's anus and he let out a groan, his cock throbbing and spurting out pre-come as his sphincter tightened and relaxed around the large intruder now lodged inside him. Isabella began to fuck Tony hard. As she built up ever greater momentum, she also started pulling his cock, her hand moving with a swift rhythm. Eventually Tony could take no more and he ejaculated, the come leaping out of his aching cock and spilling in pools across his stomach.

‘Well done, Tony – 33 minutes,' Caroline proclaimed as she watched Isabella release him from the torture chair. The flame haired dominatrix, who was clearly more than a little impatient to get started herself by this stage, added: ‘At last it's time for my turn and I can't fucking wait.'

Isabella moved back to her former position as she unbuckled her well used strap-on, and returned to watching the clock. Sweet Jesus, David said to himself in dismay. He would have to keep going for more than 33 minutes to win this game. That was a very tall order, a very tall order indeed. Isabella hadn't been exaggerating when she'd told him this would be his toughest challenge yet.

Caroline told David to get off his knees and as she strode briskly across the dungeon, pulling him along by the hair, it was evident that here was a woman who definitely meant business. She attached his wrists to the ceiling chain cuffs very quickly and immediately set-to with the dark red flogger like some sort of a whirling dervish. Caroline whipped David's chest, genitals, back and rear in an onslaught of fury that was unrelentingly cruel and seemed to him to go on forever. On and on she flogged David until his body was thoroughly striped with the marks of the whip and he was enveloped in acute pain.

His wet-tipped cock was hugely erect, though, and Caroline began to masturbate him. She worked her hand urgently up and down the hard shaft that became increasingly smeared with pre-come until her fingers were covered with copious amounts of the fluid and David felt, despite his best efforts, on the verge of climaxing. ‘Lick my fingers clean,' she told him. David opened his mouth and closed his lips around Caroline's fingers, sucking feverishly while desperately willing his impending orgasm to subside.

David then did something he instantly regretted: He looked over at the clock. He couldn't believe it. Only 20 minutes had passed since the start of his torment. He could have sworn it had been longer than that – at least half an hour, surely. Christ, it had felt like an eternity. David didn't look at the clock again, but from that point on he couldn't get its insistent ticking out of his head. The clock ticked with agonising slowness and seemed to him to become ever more audible.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

That noise was like water torture to David. It was a constant reminder of how much longer he would have to hold out if he had any hope at all of winning this game. And David so much wanted to win. It was his chance to really prove himself to Isabella once and for all. But who was he trying to kid? He had almost ejaculated a moment ago. Time was most definitely not on his side. He was between a rock and a hard place. Correction, he was between a
clock
and a hard place.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Hard cock.

Hard cock.

Caroline began to whip him furiously between the legs, aiming her blows first at the insides of his thighs and between the anus, and then at his genitals, concentrating on his painfully hard cock. Each blow to his aching shaft made him flinch convulsively.