Clothes Peg Torture

Dear Mistress,


I'm glad you enjoyed my humble apology and photograph, I hope it was adequate. If not, let me know? I was sitting in my back room in the photo, which I use as a study, and makeshift torture chamber when serving you. My lesson report follows.




I'm most grateful to you for sending me my next lesson. Today I went out and bought a pack of wooden pegs, as I only had plastic; and some batteries for my camera. I must admit I cringed, as the wooden ones look more painful. Also, I remember one of your previous lessons involving clothes pegs, and that was excruciating. Nevertheless, you are my Mistress and I will obey you. I fully expect to be in agony during it and my only consolation is that it is for your pleasure and satisfaction, and I can hardly deny I don't deserve it, can I. Therefore, I hope to provide you with as much entertainment from this lesson as I can, which you surely deserve.


Earlier I showered, and shaved as a mark of respect to you, as I thought I must be clean, neat and tidy for Mistress' session. During the day, I was looking forward to serving you that night, albeit with trepidation. I was trying to prepare mentally for the pain and anguish I was about to endure just for you, and pep myself up for a courageous performance. Whenever I thought about the pain to come I thought about your satisfaction in the lesson, which is all that matters, and this was of paramount importance to me.


When the time came I closed the door and curtains, and positioned my camera. I began to unwrap your evil-looking pegs. It was a pack of 24, so I had to go and find another albeit plastic one to make 25. Looking at them lined up, I couldn't imagine the pain I would be in when they were all attached to my soft flesh as I writhed on the floor for 10 minutes, and then tried to flick them off! I was mortified. It would be like being tortured in hell with Mistress as a demon, enjoying my torment.


First I stripped off for you. Being naked, I felt exposed, humiliated and embarrassed that my cock was erect. I could imagine you standing in front of me taking your time, mocking my predicament, making humiliating remarks about my privates and nudity, enjoying my embarrassment, whilst I vainly attempted to cover myself up and retain some tiny scrap of dignity.


As I sat down on the floor ready to begin I really felt as though I was in a torture chamber with you, being fastened into some torture device, about to endure pain and agony at your hands. There was no getting out of it, I simply had to endure it as best I could. I dreaded the feeling of 25 wooden pegs biting into my bare flesh, pinching tighter and tighter as the seconds passed all too slowly. I couldn't bare to think what it would feel like rolling around on them, but determined to visualize you standing over me laughing at my distress, while I squirmed in agony. Perhaps if I were to plead for mercy, Mistress might relent and cut the torture short out of pity, but somehow I didn't think so, although she'd probably enjoy listening to my pleas. The part I was really not looking forward to was flicking them all off after 10 minutes, remembering the excruciating agony last time of just unpinning them.


Thinking about where to attach them, I suspected that your pleasure would be to every sensitive part of skin, starting with the most sensitive and working backwards from there. This would mean the tip of my foreskin, and down my shaft, scrotum, nipples, inside of legs, buttocks, torso, arms and possible even nose. There were plenty of pegs and fewer areas which obviously meant some areas would get more than one peg and twice the pain.


At this point I am really regretting my previous disrespectful behaviour, and wondering what the hell was going through my head when I allowed myself to become so lax in my replies. Now I'm really going to get it I thought. So I was, and rightly so. I made myself think for some minutes that this punishment about to be inflicted on me, was entirely due to my own ignorance and stupidity, at ever allowing my behaviour to resemble anything other than the utmost respect for the Online Mistress. No doubt this wouldn't be the end of it either. This sobering thought had the effect of reminding me of my promises and obligations, and that I was determined to do anything and everything my Mistress commanded from now on. She was about to teach me the price of disrespect to herself, and this was certainly going to be a lesson I wouldn't ever forget!




It was time to begin. I took the first peg and clipped it to the end of my foreskin. Hmm, not too bad I thought, but the pain mounts slowly. Next I clipped 3 to my scrotum. Ow, these began to sting. Each one began with a faint stinging sensation which gradually grew more painful. The cumulative effect being proportional to the number attached, and increasing almost on a logarithmic scale. A few more went on the shaft of my penis pinching my foreskin tight and attenuating my erection, making it limp and spongy. Then I attached some to the insides of my legs. These really hurt, then my buttocks, naval, and nipples. When the nipple pegs went on my pain suddenly magnified about threefold, and now I was suffering. I put the rest on my torso, where ever I could find some skin to pinch, and one on each upper arm. I managed to get the last one on my nose for a while.


By the time all the pegs were attached my skin was burning with pain. I was gasping "Ow, god!". It felt as though I were being pinched in 25 different places at once. I had difficulty manoeuvring to the camera to take some photos and movement was painful. The stinging just went on and on without stopping. It was as though I'd been stung by wasps or thistles. All my skin was now screaming and I felt as though I had been dipped in acid.


Rolling Around.


It was time to roll around on the floor. God, as if the pain wasn't enough! I thought. The time was 12:21 am, I made a note so as to do the full 10 minutes, I was not going to cheat Mistress of her fun. I gently stretched out on the floor and began to lower myself down. I immediately felt as though I were lying on a bed of nails, I forgot to tuck my cock in and speared the floor with it painfully. The pegs around my scrotum jabbed my testes and these felt as though they'd been pierced with red hot needles. I groaned in agony, gasping as the pain did indeed intensify. There was no comfortable spot I was in agony the whole time. The only respite was not to move but the stinging persisted, or got worse depending upon my position.


I began to roll over and the pegs jammed against the floor jerking and twisting my soft flesh mercilessly, so that it felt like I was being pierced by a number of red hot daggers. My buttocks felt as though they were on fire as if I'd been caned, my testicals though they were being jabbed mercilessly with a sharp stick or knife and my cock felt as though it were being squeezed slowly in a pair of scissors. I began to sweat as I rolled over and over, each movement producing excruciating pain. As I rolled the skin where the pegs were attached ,already tender from being pinched, was then mercilessly twisted and wrenched producing a feeling of white hot pain. I began to plead "Oww, no, no more, please, oh help me!". I had to pause periodically while rolling over and lie there cringing in agony until the pain subsided before I could continue.


Up until now I had only been able to think of the pain, but now I forced myself to imagine Mistress standing over me laughing. Oh, this is just too much to bear I thought. Mistress is a sadist. It felt as if Mistress was inflicting my pain as surely as if she were standing there, and her touch felt as hard as iron, and as frigid as ice in my mind. There was no competing against her power, she was like the pain, too strong to resist.


It was time for some photos, and I recall trembling or twitching in agony from half a dozen places as I prepared the camera. Still, at least it gave me something to take my mind off of the pain momentarily. I forced myself to try and think about which poses would capture the spirit of the lesson best. It was difficult to think clearly under such duress.


After several photos it was back to rolling around. Mistress wouldn't allow me any rest if she were here I thought, she'd keep me at it. I imagined that you would have stepped on me, pushing me harder against the floor in case I tried to relieve the pressure by lifting myself up slightly. More rolling around. I could feel the sweat trickling across my back from the exertion of taking the pain. I was on my front at one point whining "Please Mistress, oh please Mistress!", but I don't believe this would have influenced her in the slightest.


There was only one faint moment of pleasure during the whole lesson. As I rolled onto my front, I got a brief pleasurable feeling from my cock rubbing against the floor, before it was violently twisted as the pegs did their work. I thought this was particularly cruel, and began to view Mistress as some kind of arch-demoness for having the cunning to work this out. Everything that was happening seemed to have been calculated to cause the maximum amount of pain for the hapless victim. I had been ensnared by her and was being tormented to her satisfaction. I also felt completely powerless to do anything about it. All I could do was endure.




Well, if I thought that I'd been in pain up until that moment, I was in for a shock because the pain level was about to get cranked up quite a few notches. I checked the clock, it was 12:36 am and I had done my 10 minutes as ordered, plus a little more although this accounted for some photograph taking. Ordinarily I'd try and hang on for a few minutes more but I was by now sore all over, my flesh was burning or screaming and I really was looking forward to getting the pegs off at last. I've made it, I thought with relief, but little did I reckon with Mistress' astuteness with torture. I suppose letting the victim think he's in the clear before dealing him an even worse torture is all part of her artful plan?


Now there I am, having served my torture and rolled around naked and clamped for a little more than 10 minutes for Mistress' pleasure, and now I'm ready for them to come of and obtain some relief, but the problem with pegs is that they really hurt coming off, especially if they've been on for any length of time. But it wasn't a question of taking them off they had to be flicked off. On the face of it this sounds relatively easy, and Mistress made it sound so, but in reality I found it anything but. Even flicking a reasonably loose one of firstly took not one or two but several good hard flicks to actually remove the peg. Each flick causing agony on an area already severely pinched. Each time the peg moved it sent spasms of pain rippling out across my already stinging skin. I shrieked, gasped and pleaded as I did it and when I finally got one off I shrieked even louder. I had to catch my breath and pucker up for the next one. Some after they released my skin were still dangling because they'd caught in the hair on my legs requiring yet another flick or two to get it off, this one agonizingly stripping hairs from my legs and stomach as they did so.


There were 25 to remove and to be honest one or two had pinged off painfully as I rolled around the floor. I made a point of sticking these back on earlier, but now I was removing them I left 3 off. My agony was already intense enough believe me. The routine followed this kind of pattern. First I would select a peg to remove. I would flick at it gently at first trying not to cause myself undue stress, but this would have no effect other than to inflame my skin even more. I would then realize that I had to be firmer and thus be compelled to flick harder at my wound (as that is what it felt like). This would take a number of harder flicks causing more and more pain, culminating in excruciating pain when it finally released. I would then cup the affected part of my skin, grimacing in a silent scream for several moments until the excruciating pain had subsided. I would then have to pause before attempting this all over again with the next peg.


It was as if Mistress was saying, "If you want to remove it, you must cause yourself even more pain." and I could imagine her laughing at me as this realization dawned. Oh, what a cunning, ingenious trap to set for a hapless slave, already stretched to the limits of endurance, I was having to force myself to torture myself more, just to get them off. At one point I would have been quite happy to leave them on, because compared to the pain of getting them off, just having them on felt like bliss. I was cringing, contorting, dancing and shrieking as I flicked them off one by one, and the pain was mounting.


I then found that some pegs I had fitted on a little too zealously, and they were on so tight that no amount of flicking could get them off. The one on the tip of my foreskin was one such and the rest were on my scrotum where they had managed to find ample purchase in the looser skin. I had to leave these until last as they were causing me so much agony.


Worse was to come as I tried to release my nipple pegs the pain was unbearable. Even after firmly grasping my nipple and flicking nearly 10 times I had hardly budged it. In the end I had to release it after too many unsuccessful attempts at flicking had caused me to feel quite faint. What a weakling I felt. A pathetic little wuss, who couldn't take Mistress' punishment. This was when I realized Mistress had beaten me.


Some of the remaining pegs were so tight that they had to be prized, levered or pushed off because flicking didn't really move them at all, as they had got too good a bite into my scrotum or foreskin. I was twitching in pain by now, whispering "Oh, mercy! Mercy!" and "Oh, please, please come off!". As they came off I was in excruciating agony and had to cup my privates tenderly, trembling as the pain subsided. The last peg didn't come off until 12:48 am. I had had them on for more than 30 minutes in the end.




By the time I had removed all the pegs I had been reduced to a naked, twitching and trembling wreck, kneeling on the floor clutching and nursing my swollen nipples, flaccid cock and bleeding scrotum. I was bathed in sweat from the pain. My scrotum was bleeding from a couple of places as was the inside of my left leg, although they were only small pin-pricks.


My nipples, cock and scrotum were throbbing as were the insides of my legs. My buttocks were burning as if I 'd been caned. I was sore all over and felt as though I'd fallen naked into stinging nettles. In the past I have had my cock thrashed with a leather tawse, and had electrodes applied to my cock, but I have never felt anything so painful as when I tried to flick these pegs off. I had hoped to masturbate later, but in the end I felt too sore.


The next day my nipples were still swollen and sore to touch, and my torso was sore with some faint red marks. My cock and scrotum were still sore, and I rubbed some cream into them to try and soothe them.




During this lesson Mistress appeared to me to be some vengeful demoness hell bent on my torment and torture. I felt almost ill at one point, I was totally beaten down, Mistress had won. I was stretched out before her totally broken and defeated. She could have done anything with me as I was too sore to resist her. I felt utterly humiliated especially when she exposed me for the weakling I am. She is truly a cruel goddess whom I dare not disobey, and she has proved beyond any doubt that she is in charge and I am her slave. I will never again disobey nor disrespect her.

So it remains for me to say, thank you immensely for this wonderful lesson Mistress. I wish I could say I enjoyed it with all that pain, but then we are more concerned with your pleasure than mine, and after all, I did deserve it, didn't I. Thank you for reminding me that I exist only to serve you. One thing I most certainly did enjoy was the opportunity to serve you, to be your slave, and the best part was being utterly conquered by you. You were magnificent. I look forward to many more lessons from you.


With most grateful thanks,


Your slave stephen.

Slave Stephen’s sissy humiliation

Dear Mistress,
This was a brilliant session in which you humiliated me completely. Having obtained suitable items as requested I set out to do as you commanded. First I stripped off for you to stand in front of the camera butt-naked, all too aware of my short-comings exposed for your inspection and derision. This made me feel very small indeed as I could imagine you taunting me and tittering while I stood helpless and blushing.
If that was bad enough then worse was to come as you forced me to wear a bra and panties, and once again stand shame-faced for a photo. I could imagine all sorts of uncomplimentary comments coming from you as I was made to stand before you in ladies's underwear, while all I could do is cringe with embarassment. I imagined it was you actually taking the photos no doubt in order to bring them out to humiliate me at some later date.
Next you make me put on some tights and I'm beginning to wonder just how far you will make me go? Seeing my legs all covered in black lacy patterns is just so mortifying, and I feel my masculinity being slowly stripped away as more female clothes are being heaped upon me. I can imagine you adding a few choice words of derisory encouragement, which does nothing to help the humiliation I feel.
Another embarassing snap follows, then you order me to put on a skirt. I managed to find a skimpy floral skirt with some red on it as ordered, and slipping in to this was so embarassing. When secured I felt quite degraded as coupled with the tights it made me feel forcibly humbled. No doubt you would have been chuckling at my discomfort and making more comments to provoke more reddening of my cheeks, as well as snapping away in order to preserve the occasion. There was very little of me left that felt male, and from the waist down I looked a complete girl. Furthermore I felt quite vulnerable in a skirt especially one so flimsy, as it could be lifted far too easily to expose my private parts. Thank goodness for the tights, I found myself thinking.
By now you had me looking utterly ridiculous (or re-dick-u-less), and I'm sure you would have found more ammunition with which to ridicule me. However, my predicament was not yet over as now I had to slip into a bright red blouse to complete the outfit. Once this was on I felt utterly degraded, and a complete pansy. I imagined you would be cackling with delight and making all manner of rude comments to rub it in. There I was dressed from head to foot in women's clothes feeling quite exposed in my skimpy skirt and blouse wondering how on earth I could convince you to take me seriously as a man?
This not being enough humiliation, next you demand that I put on makeup. Wearing ladies clothes is one thing, but putting on makeup as well is even more degrading. I thought Mistress really is determined to make me look as big a sissy as possible. I applied some pink eye-shadow and blusher, laying it on thick as you requested. Then some red lipstick to match my blouse. I even remembered to write Online Mistress with a highlight pencil across my forehead, which I think marks me nicely as your property, and a thoroughly humiliated slave to whom you have just taught who is the boss. Looking at myself in makeup I thought I looked awful, and I'm quite sure you would have marched me to a full length mirror to show me your handiwork and watch me cringe with embarassment. Mortified at being the butt end of your sissy jokes I would have been completely under your will and unable to resist your commands.
In the next stage I find myself lying on the floor imagining you standing over me commanding me to masturbate into my panties. Slipping my hand under my skirt and down my tights I begin pumping. It's a little restricted down there but I manage to find enough movement, even though my cock is squashed against the fabric like a fish in a net. I feel quite degraded having been made to dress in girls clothes, and then get down and masturbate at your feet still wearing them, and have the strange sensation of feeling like a girl playing with herself.
The thought of you standing there watching me makes my cock hard, and I can't help the odd moan of pleasure. I suddenly become resolved to put on my best performance for you, and squirm on the floor pump faster and faster. The moment arrives, and I try to squirt out every last drop in tribute to you, as a white glob of my seed suddenly appears through the pink of my panties. It ends in quite a mess and as I wipe my hands on a tissue I'm suddenly rudely aware of how I have abased myself for you. Sitting there in women's clothes and makeup with a sticky, sweet-smelling mess in my crotch.
I remove my girlie clothes and feel a little more male again, but this is short-lived as I have to remain in the panties. What's more there is an awful mess in them. I wash the make up off my face all the while aware of a now cold wet patch in my undies. With my lust now spent this feels particularly uncomfortable, especially the musty odour emanating from it. My instinct is to jump in the shower to clean myself off, but you have commanded that I remain in them for another 12 hours which will take me to 10:30 pm. The thought of this is not very appealing and I wish I could take them off and I'm very tempted to do just that. With considerable effort I pull my trousers back on and try not to think about it. However this becomes impossible as whenever I move there is a cold wet sensation from my penis, and I can't escape that musty odour of my own sperm. I am forced to recall just how much you are in charge, and if Mistress commands that I sit in a pair of my own spunk-stained panties for 12 hours then I must comply no matter how uncomfortable I feel.
After a while the scent becomes quite alluring, and serves to remind me of Mistress and my lesson in humility. I become quite stiff thinking about it. Whenever I go to the loo, I have to try and squeeze my cock out of my panties sideways with a pang of humiliation, as there is no slit as in my boxer shorts. I also catch a musty, pungent scent from it, as my sperm has dried all over my cock. After a few hours of this I'm wanting to perform the lesson all over again. What's more for the rest of the day I feel very conscious of wearing a pair of ladies pink panties under my normal clothes, and this feels most humiliating. Another sign of how much she controls me, I thought. I am becoming her mere plaything, and when she clicks her fingers I perform.
Later that evening I have a shower and good scrub as I feel I smell like a walking sperm bank, but feel most grateful that I was allowed to make such a tribute to the Online Mistress. More often than not, these days, my masturbation fantasies revolve around her.
This has been an excellent lesson Mistress. Many thanks for it, and I look forward to the next!
Yours most gratefully,

The Online Mistress and her slave in Switzerland

When I learned that Mistress planned to take me with her on a business trip to Switzerland I was intensely excited. The chance to serve such a goddess 24 hrs a day! What self-respecting slave could wish for more? At first I thought things might be a little easier on me. Mistress would be sorting out other people's underperformance issues, so someone else would be carrying the can. Hopefully this would keep her mind occupied enough that my own shortcomings might go unnoticed? Also, in terms of punishments I thought, it would be harder to find places to carry them out, but then I wasn't so sure. I did look forward though, to spending most of my time in the presence of such a stunning lovely as the Online Mistress, and didn't doubt that some of my spare time at the end of each day would be spent relieving myself of the sexual tensions which would no doubt have accumulated each day, due to being in close proximity to her.


It wasn't long before I got to wondering what we might be doing in the evenings? Would she want to go out and see a show, or have dinner? Maybe visit a health spa? Obviously I imagined myself accompanying her on these trips and even taking part. At one point I even imagined I might see a softer side of the Mistress, and this led to me fantasizing what if there were to be some romance between us. I had an absurd vision of impressing the Mistress with such good service, that at the end of the night I would be beckoned seductively into her bedroom. The thought was too much for me and I shuddered with excitement. I had to force myself to put it out of my mind. I was far more likely to get six of the best or worse, well anyway, at least I could dream?


I was to collect Mistress and drive us to the airport. I made sure I was early, and that I had interpreted the most likely meaning of "Meet me outside the bank at 10:30!", as my backside still twitched when I remembered the thrashing she'd given me. Fortunately I spotted her through the glass at 10:22 carrying her briefcase, handbag and pulling a suitcase resolutely through the lobby. I hopped out and raced over to give assistance, and was met with the customary blow to the chest with the briefcase, which I just managed to catch. Before I had straightened her handbag was slung around my neck. Without a word Mistress checked her watch and eyed me knowingly, then asked "Where are you parked?"

"Over there ma'am." I replied pointing.

Without a word she proceeded past me toward the car leaving her suitcase behind. I took the suitcase and struggled along behind her, trying to get to the front so I could open the door for her when she got there. I had to run, but fortunately I managed to get to the rear car door and get it open by the time she came up, so she could sweep majestically inside without pause. Locking the luggage in the boot, I hopped behind the wheel.

"Just a moment!" said Mistress, "Who told you to put my briefcase and handbag in the boot?"

"Oh, um, no-one Mistress?" I replied.

"Then how do you expect me to do any work?" she asked, sarcastically.

"Oh, yes. Very sorry, Miss, I'll get them for you." I said, hopping out to unlock the boot again.


We set off for the airport. Mistress worked in the back and made business calls while I drove. When we arrived, we agreed that I would drop her outside the main terminal building, escort her to a respectable coffee bar and see that she was seated in a quiet area with a drink and cake, while I then went and parked the car, dragged the luggage in, checked the luggage in, got the tickets and came back before she had finished her coffee. There was a bit of a queue but I was soon trotting back to the coffee bar. I was hoping I'd get time for one myself, but with an impatient glance at her empty mug and her watch, she rose and proceeded to the departure lounge. Here we spent the remaining time, or rather Mistress did, perusing the shops looking at perfume and clothes and other interesting items. I followed dutifully behind carrying any bags she accumulated and to my embarrassment, serving as a medium for testing various perfumes, and a dummy for holding dresses up to. We did stop at another coffee bar, but just when I thought I was going to get my first coffee of the day, Mistress directed me to go and fetch her some reading material from a news stand, and some paracetamol from a pharmacy. By the time I returned she had finished hers, and sent me to check the departure time.


On the plane I served as a sort of makeshift desk tidy, holding files and papers on my lap, in my arms, and between my legs producing them when prodded with a pen. Mistress seemed to enjoy shoving a particularly thick file hard between my legs eliciting a squeak of pain. I also held various highlighters, pencils and pens between my teeth so that when Mistress needed one she could find it more easily, much to the amusement of the hostesses. They came round with coffee at frequent intervals and although Mistress allowed me to have one, I wasn't actually able to drink it.


Arriving in Zurich airport in the early evening, it was agreed that once through passport control, Mistress would be escorted by me to a quiet corner of a pleasant bar, and ensconced with a cocktail and small wrap while I went back for the luggage, and secured a taxi to take us to the hotel. This was done and we were soon being ferried through the streets to our destination.


Upon arrival, I carried all the luggage in behind Mistress who went over to the reception desk to speak with the receptionist. As I caught up with them, the receptionist handed Mistress some room keys and summoned a porter. "That's not necessary, thank you. stephen here doesn't mind carrying them do you, dear?" said Mistress.

"Not at all, Ma'am." was all I could reply, re-hoisting the luggage.


We were led through an elegant lobby to a lift. When the doors opened Mistress got in with the porter, but said to me "There's not enough room in here for all that luggage, so why don't you take the stairs, hmm? Thirteenth floor if you please, room 73 and don't take all night about it, still it will keep you fit won't it."

This sounded more like an order than a suggestion and so I wearily complied.


By the time I had struggled up twelve floors I was hot, out of breath and exhausted. There was no sign of anyone so I began searching for room 73. Eventually finding it I tapped politely several times. As there was no answer I decided to enter "M-Mistress?" I called as I tentatively entered. I knew I had the right room as her long grey raincoat was laying on a plush four-poster double bed with her shoes placed neatly beside. I could hear the sound of a shower running and it appeared that Mistress was availing herself of the en suite facilities. Noticing a single bed nearby I placed the luggage next to it and flumped down for a rest. A few seconds later the bathroom door opened and Mistress appeared in a bath robe and towel wrapped around her head, hands upon hips. In an instant I went from reclining to standing bolt upright.

"I should think so, how dare you lounge in here like that." she frowned.

"Oh, I'm very sorry, Mistress, I…" I began, but was cut short with.

"You took your time getting up here, didn't you?"

"I-I came as quickly as I could Mistress." I offered apologetically.

"I came as quickly as I could Mistress." She mimicked in a feeble, derisive tone. "That's the story of your life. I gave up waiting for my luggage. Fortunately the hotel provided these!" she said indicating her apparel. "I was beginning to think you could actually go a day without irritating me too much, stephen, when this happens. You're slovenly at bringing up the luggage and when I eventually find you you're lounging like a sloth. Well, what have you to say for yourself?"

"It won't happen again, Mistress." I promised.

"You're right there." she said menacingly. "Get my luggage unpacked, and put away neatly while I dry my hair. I want my night clothes on the bed, and my work papers on the desk, in order. I shall deal with you shortly." and with that she withdrew to the bathroom.


Quickly as I could I began sorting out Mistress' luggage. I felt a little uncomfortable at going through her belongings, but as she had told me to do it I had no choice. There were a couple of business suits, shoes, some casual clothes, a nice evening dress, all of which I hung carefully in a large wardrobe. Then I came across a red silk dressing gown, and a couple of night dresses which made me flush with embarrassment as I placed them on the bed. Then came Mistress' underwear, I really oughtn't to be doing this? I hesitated, but I placed them reverently in a drawer on a dressing table. I couldn't help feeling a tingle in my loins at this. There was a leather bag and a toiletries bag which I was just about to unpack, when Mistress appeared again, her beautiful long dark hair about her shoulders.

"Take off your jacket and go and stand in the corner, stephen, facing the wall. I'm going to get dressed." she commanded.

I complied.

"With your hands on your head!" she barked, as I hopped into the corner, hands already upon head.

"In fact take your trousers down while you're at it." she added.

With a flush of embarrassment I undid my trousers and let them drop. "And your underpants too, I think." she added with a titter.

I slipped my shorts down and replaced my hands upon my head, red-faced.

"Good. Don't you dare move."


There was some rustling as Mistress changed. Moments later she came over grasped me by the tie and yanked me toward the bed, with a grin as I shuffled along with my trousers and shorts around my ankles. "Keep your hands on your head!" she barked. she was now wearing the red silk dressing gown, and very little underneath as far as I could ascertain.


Mistress tied my tie around one of the bed posts so that I stood facing it. Lifting my shirt momentarily and glancing down she remarked "It must be colder than I thought in here, or is your cock always that small?"

I grimaced but made no reply. From the pocket of her gown she produced some handcuffs and proceeded to cuff my wrists behind my back. I felt rather awkward and helpless now, but there was nothing I could do, except endeavour to turn my head to look at her. I couldn't help noticing her cleavage encased in the red silk and her long dark hair made her look beautiful as well as menacing. The gown was short showing her shapely bare legs. Conversely I felt a clod, handcuffed and tied by my tie to a bedpost, with only my shirt on and my trousers and shorts around my ankles. Mistress looked so alluring that my cock was hard taut, and a blob of pre-cum had already formed on it's tip. She bent down slowly and I felt extremely vulnerable. If she touched my member I was worried that I would squirt straight away. She parted my legs and removed my trousers and shorts. As she straightened she ran her fingernail up the inside of my leg. I let out a shriek of pleasure, and whimpered softly.

"You seem strangely tense tonight, stephen, try to relax dear." she soothed, stroking my bare posterior. But this served only to make me more anxious. She rolled up my boxer shorts and stuffed them into my mouth. "Mpph!" was the only sound I could make.

"Are you close to cumming already?" she asked, as she tickled my balls with her fingernails.

"MMMPPHH!!" I shrieked, almost in ecstasy, and found myself whining at being teased so.

"You look like you are," said Mistress "ready to spit your tiny blob of goo out in a pathetic little tribute to me. Well not just yet, my dear, there is some other business we must sort out first."


Mistress produced a two-fingered tawse and slapped it lightly across her palm a few times. All I could do was groan in protest. Without further delay she had hoiked my wrists up and began slapping my bare buttocks with the tawse, while I jumped and groaned in pain. After two dozen hard ones she stopped to admire her handiwork. My buttocks were ripe and burning. Placing her cool hand upon one she commented on how warm they felt.

"We must cool them down somehow?" she said, undoing the handcuffs.


Mistress ordered me to remove my shirt, but I had to keep my tie on as it made a convenient leash with which she could drag me around. Re-cuffing my hands behind my back she yanked me into the bathroom  After amusing herself by whacking my cock several times with the tawse, she ran the shower. Turning it to full cold, she shoved me into the cubicle with a giggle. I let out a yelp as the cold water hit me and hopped out of the way of the jets, but seeing this Mistress ordered me crossly to stand underneath them. I shuddered under the freezing deluge, groaning. Everything immediately shrivelled up and I turned almost purple with goose bumps. The only part that wasn't frozen were my buttocks, which seemed to be somewhat soothed by the cold water, and some of the burning subsided.


By the time I was allowed out my limbs were stiff with cold, and my privates were completely shrivelled up. Mistress found this highly amusing, sniggering with a hand over her mouth. "What a useless little prick you are, stephen." she declared. All I could do was nod in agreement. My one consolation was that my buttocks had stopped burning so much. She slapped me a few more times all over, which hurt more than usual as I was wet and cold.


Undoing the cuffs she ordered me to dry off, then yanked me into the bedroom again. Here I was ordered to massage her feet gently with some cream while she sat on the bed. As I did this I was most distracted by her shapely legs, and unfortunately being naked it showed. This did not go unnoticed and when I had finished Mistress pulled up a wooden chair and made me kneel in front of it with my penis laying on it. Slipping on one of her shoes she stepped on it hard while I grimaced in agony. When it had become limp and lifeless again she stopped and dragged me over to a door to what seemed to be an adjoining room. Unlocking it she shoved me inside. It was very small and there was a single bed in it.

"This is your room." she said, and with that withdrew closing and locking the door. I was left standing there naked with out my suitcase of clothes or anything else at all. In the end all I could do was climb into bed being careful not to sit on my still ripe backside. Although my penis was still sore at being stepped on, I still managed to squirt out a secret tribute to Mistress, before finally drifting off into an uncomfortable slumber.

The Personal Assistant

When the Online Mistress agreed to take me on as her Personal Assistant, I was ecstatic. Even though it meant commuting back and forth to the city every day, and having to keep on my toes, think on my feet, and strive to excel for much of the time, any imagined inconvenience was swiftly brushed aside by the single thought of serving such a dazzling princess! A daily opportunity for me to try and impress her with my efficiency, I thought. I dared to imagine myself doing such a good job that I might even earn the briefest peck on the cheek, or a grateful pat on the crotch.


However, after a couple of days of this absurd daydreaming, I began to come round to reality and realize what a fool I'd been. Sooner or later I was bound to mess up, and when I did there was sure to be hell to pay. Obviously I had already forgotten the tortures she had previously inflicted on me, and I cringed as I recalled them. She was already irritated by my small cock, and it wouldn't take much to prompt more of the same treatment.


As my first day approached the full import of the situation began to dawn on me, and I realized that I had blundered into a well laid trap. By the merest suggestion of getting me to work for her, I had jumped in with both feet before properly considering the implications. Obviously she had been counting on this, and now I was fully committed there was no going back. Instead of viewing with pleasure the close working relationship the job promised, I realized that I would be placing myself very much at her mercy, and the pleasant close working relationship would in fact result in my every flaw and error being spotted immediately, and no doubt punished. Knowing the Online Mistress as I did, I realized this meant for me a lot of pain and humiliation. She had cleverly allowed me to dig myself into a nice big hole.

Despite racking my brains for the remaining days I was quite unable to think of a way out of it, and I knew that if I tried to back out then the simplest coy enquiry from her such as "Don't you want to come and work with me then, stephen?" would crush any further resistance. In the end there was nothing for it but to accept that I been skilfully manoeuvred into a trap by a superior young woman. She had me just where she wanted me, and now I would just have to make the best of it. Although I was very nervous about meeting her high standards and coming up to scratch, I thought, surely if I do my best I should be alright? However, this didn't entirely ease the apprehension I felt.


The night before my first day I went to bed early but couldn't sleep for thinking about my day ahead, and tossed and turned all night. In the end I got a very poor night's sleep, just the preparation I wanted to avoid! I had to get up early as I didn't want to be late, and intended to leave myself extra time in case of delays. After a shower and quick breakfast I put on a pair of lilac boxers, then dressed in a nice new suit, shirt, tie and shoes that I'd bought for my new job. At least I'd be neat and smart I thought.


It was still dark when I left for the train station, and I hurried along fearing any delay might make me late. During the train journey I had time to ponder what was in store for me? I'd never been a PA before, although I was familiar with office procedures, and was sure I'd get along fine once I'd settled in. I expected that on my first day Mistress would allow me a little time to get used to things, before she started cracking the whip, as it were? As the journey went on I began to feel a little more relaxed about working for her and began to feel my former fears evaporating somewhat.


The train pulled in and I made my way to the tube. The Mistress had very kindly arranged to meet me near the office and show me the way in. Very thoughtful of her I thought, and as I was passing a florists at that moment, I deemed it a good idea to reciprocate, so I bought a bunch of flowers. Not a large bunch, but a pretty bunch with a lot of variety. It was the least I could do?


As I was near to the location I was supposed to be meeting her at (it was only a short walk up the road), and had plenty of time in hand, I thought I'd stop off for a quick coffee. I left fifteen minutes before I was due to meet her, in order to ensure I wouldn't be keeping her waiting for a second. Arriving outside the Library where she had arranged to meet me, I began to pace up and down keeping an eye out for her, and feeling rather self-conscious as I was attracting some attention by holding a bunch of flowers. I amused myself by returning the looks sarcastically.


Fifteen minutes passed slowly, and I became rather nervous with excitement at being so close to meeting Mistress and working for her. A dream come true? Just as I sauntered up to a guard rail and placed my hands upon it to rest a moment, I felt a sharp stab in my calf, and became aware of someone behind me. Wheeling around intent on grasping the perpetrator by the throat and demanding an apology before I wrung their scrawny little neck, I was stunned to be confronted by a slim, immaculately dressed, dark-haired young lady wrapped in a light grey raincoat, who stood looking at me with an air of defiance. "oh…Mistress!" was all I could blurt out, as my outrage at once evaporated into submission.

"I've been waiting for five minutes!" she said in a warning tone, "Didn't you listen? I said by the door!"

"I-I'm very sorry Mistress, I had no intention of keeping you waiting. I should have listened more carefully." I said speaking to her pointed shoes as I crouched to nurse my sore calf.

The Mistress spoke in a low, calm, firm voice, "Stand up straight when you address me, stephen."

"Yes, of course Mistress." I replied, straightening painfully.

"Now, if you've finished playing with yourself, hail a taxi. How much longer do you propose to keep me freezing out here?!" she said shoving her briefcase into my chest and un-slinging her handbag and draping around my neck.

Momentarily winded, I began to bleat out "Oh, but I thought we were walking….", but regaining my wits slowly, changed to "…Um, yes Ma'am, at once!"

I rounded the guard rail, and strode purposefully to the nearby taxi rank, carrying her briefcase and handbag, while waving the flowers to attract a drivers attention. Having secured the services of one I turned and waved to the Mistress, expecting her to follow but she stood looking at me arms folded, drumming her fingers with a quizzical look. When she saw me trying to work out what she wanted, she rolled her eyes and looked skyward. The penny dropped and I realized she wanted the taxi to go to her. I communicated this to the driver and with a low hiss he complied. I had to give him a warning look as I climbed in. We reversed back down the rank, receiving a couple of hoots from oncoming vehicles.

"What's the matter? Can't she walk two yards?" I heard him mutter.

"This is my Boss, mate!" I said, indicating with my thumb and daring him to make another comment.


As we pulled up I opened the door to allow the Mistress to climb in, but she didn't. When I peeked out to see what was the matter she was avoiding my gaze but tapping her foot in irritation. I hopped out to see what was the matter, and she brushed past me with an indignant tut to stand by the half-open door biting her lip in forbearance and sighing loudly. Recovering my balance, I opened the door fully and she slipped nimbly on to the back seat. I was about to follow but found her hand thrust against my chest. She shook her finger at me and indicated the front passenger seat.

"Ah!" I replied nodding my comprehension. I was about to straighten in order to go and sit up front, when my tie was grasped firmly and yanked back toward her. She spoke the name of our destination then flung my tie dismissively in my face.


When we reached the bank, I hopped out and opened the door for Mistress, offering her my hand which she completely ignored. She stood resolutely straightening her coat while I paid the driver (minus a tip), and collected the flowers, briefcase and handbag. It had begun to rain and Mistress looked up at the sky, then at me expectantly. While I pondered the problem of seeing her to the door without her getting wet, she rolled her eyes and began walking to the bank with a "Doh!" of irritation. I had no umbrella, so in a flash of inspiration took off my jacket and scurried after her holding it above her head. With a face like thunder, and without stopping she entered the building and turned into a foyer. Taking an umbrella from a hat stand she poked me in the groin with it's metal tip, saying "Now you know where they are kept, don't you."


I doubled up in agony and sank to my knees clutching my aching crotch, gasping for air. I just managed to gasp "Yes Mistress…Thank you for showing me!" in reply.

"Oh, get up!" she said impatiently, and began to walk down the corridor.

Picking up her briefcase, handbag, the flowers and my jacket I forced myself to stand, and rushed after her.


I caught up with her standing by an elevator. "Floor thirteen if you please." she said icily. Trying not to limp, I went and pressed the button. We ascended in silence. Feeling awkward at this I offered "Thank you very much for meeting me and showing me here Mistress, I don't know what I'd have done…"

"Oh be quiet you idiot, I'm trying to think." she cut me short.


Arriving at the thirteenth floor, we stepped out into a corridor, turned right, went down it and entered a carpeted, wide, open-plan office at the end. The Mistress strode through the office toward a door on the other side, responding to good morning wishes from those already in with a pleasant nod. As she unlocked her office door I noticed a rather small desk with an uncomfortable wooden chair just outside. On top of it were several stacks of paperwork. Noticing me looking, she smirked "That will be your desk."

Striding into her office, the Mistress shrugged off her raincoat and flung it at me, landing over my head. Temporarily blinded and encumbered as I was by the flowers, her briefcase and handbag, I stumbled into a chair. As I fought to grasp the coat before it slipped to the floor I heard an irritated sigh followed by "Well? Hang it up you oaf!"

"Yes, at once Mistress." I replied, desperately looking for the coat stand. No sooner had I hung it up I heard "Briefcase on my desk, handbag on table by my desk. Now!"

"Of course, Mistress." I replied, rushing to comply. I placed the items in the places requested. Mistress was standing hands upon hips looking at me expectantly. She wore a dark blue pin-striped jacket, waist coat and skirt, with white shirt, stockings and black high heels. Before I could think what I had forgotten she barked "Well, open it then!"

I opened her briefcase for her and began laying out the contents on her desk, at which point she shoved me aside and ordered me to fetch her a coffee.


Feeling quite flustered, I scurried out into the main office to find the vending machine I had passed on the way in. Fumbling in my pocket for change, I was soon carefully transporting a hot white coffee back to her office. I placed it reverently on a place mat and stepped back. I noticed her staring at the coffee with an incomprehensible look upon her face.

"What on Earth is that?!" she demanded.

"Erm, your coffee Mistress?" I offered tentatively.

"How dare you assume I drink the filth from that wretched machine!" she replied. Picking up the cup she stepped up, and yanking the belt of my trousers, poured the contents down the front of my trousers. I couldn't help shrieking in shock as the hot liquid scalded my privates. Mistress crushed the paper cup, shoved it into my open mouth and said "There's a kitchen down the corridor, I only drink filter coffee, in a cup and saucer, now get moving."

She spun me round to face the door and slapped my backside as I blundered toward it, nodding, mumbling and clutching my soaked crotch.


Outside the door, I spat out the paper cup, straightened and tried to walk as dignified as I could through the office to the corridor. I don't think anyone noticed. I found the kitchen and the coffee maker, and spent an uncomfortable five minutes making the coffee, whilst inspecting the extent of the wet stain on my trousers. Giving priority to Mistress' coffee I scurried back as quickly as I dared to deliver it.

"About time!" she observed, indignantly.


Picking up the cup and saucer, Mistress reclined in her leather chair and took a moment to regard my sopping wet crotch with satisfaction, as she sipped her coffee. "Not a very good start to your first day, is it stephen?" she remarked.

"N-No, Mistress." I replied shame-faced.

"Was it ever your intention to make a good impression on your first day here?" she enquired.

"Yes, Mistress, it was." I replied.

"Well, so far you have kept me waiting around in the freezing cold, allowed me to get wet in the rain, and insulted me with a cup of coffee. I must say I find your ignorance so far to be quite irritating." she said.

"I-I'm very sorry Mistress, I'm still getting used to the job." I replied weakly, "Once I've got used to…"

"I'm not interested in your pathetic little excuses, stephen." interrupted Mistress "You've been handed an excellent opportunity here. You'll do exactly as I say, speak only when you're spoken to and refrain from bothering me with trivial matters, in fact I don't expect to hear much from you at all. I expect you to perform to a high standard for me, and if you don't by god you'll suffer for it, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, perfectly clear, Mistress." I replied.

"Now in order to make amends for your shortcomings earlier you can first get down on your knees and lick up that coffee stain on my carpet." she ordered.

With a flush of humiliation I got down on all fours and began to lick the wet patch on the floor where the excess coffee had run down my legs. As I licked two slim black-stiletto feet appeared in front of me. "Come on, do it properly." I heard Mistress command as her foot forced my head against the carpet. "Yes, Mistress." I murmured.

"Some of it also spilt on my shoes. Lick that off too." she commanded.

"At once, Mistress." I replied beginning to lick her shoes. As I grubbed around her ankles I felt myself going stiff at being so close to her slim-stockinged legs. When she was satisfied they were clean Mistress yanked her foot away.

"Get up." she ordered. "Now, you'll find some filing on your desk that needs to be finished before you go home tonight. I suggest you start with that."

"Yes, Mistress. Indeed, Mistress." I replied, turning to leave. "Oh, with your permission Mistress, I should like to offer you these flowers as a token of my appreciation for allowing me to work for you." I said picking up the flowers I'd forgotten.

Mistress took the flowers, slapped me round the face with them, and grasping my belt stuffed them down the front of my trousers saying "Don't you dare think you can try and charm your way around me. Now get lost."


I withdrew with an "At once, Mistress." and after buttoning my jacket to conceal the flowers wedged down my trousers, thought it prudent to visit the men's room to extract them, and try and dry off. I managed to rinse my shorts and trousers in a sink and dry them under a hand dryer. I noticed my cock was a little red from the hot coffee Mistress had poured down my trousers, and after removing the flower petals from my privates, managed to apply a paper towel soaked in cold water to soothe it.


After this I returned to my desk to get on with the filing. There was a huge pile of it in several stacks. As I was sorting through it my phone rang. It was Mistress. "I need a birthday card and gift for my friend's daughter Emily, see to it." before I could reply she hung up. I wrote this request on my pad, and as I sorted through papers tried to think of a suitable gift? What age was she? Although I dared not bother Mistress with asking for further clarification.


The phone went again, "The pile on the left of your desk is for photocopying, and is in order, I require it in 5 minutes." said Mistress. I had already started sifting through this pile to file it, and realized with horror it was now in a different order. I vainly began trying to retrace my steps and get it back how it was.


The phone rang again, "Take my raincoat to the cleaners, and get it dried out properly, as you were responsible for getting it wet.". And two minutes later "How are you getting on with that photocopying?". Racing to the photocopier with a bunch of papers I began copying them one at a time. From the corner of my eye I noticed Mistress emerge from her office and tap her watch furiously. I hurried over with what I had, apologizing for the delay. With a loud "Tut!" Mistress snatched the papers and slammed the door in my face. Back at the photocopier a helpful lady showed me how to feed a stack of papers in and copy them automatically, and in another 5 minutes I was knocking gently on Mistress' door, and entering.


"Your copies Mistress?" I offered. Without a word Mistress tapped her desk to indicate where they should be placed. I was about to ask her what age her friends daughter was when she made a dismissive motion with her hand, so I withdrew. As I was about to go out the door she said "My coat still hasn't gone to the cleaners, has it?"

"I'll do that right away Mistress." I said fetching her rain coat. "Please Mistress, what age is your friend Emily's daughter?"

"Five." came the terse reply.


I left the building to find a cleaners and after leaving Mistress' raincoat with them went to look for a gift and card for a five year old. Absolutely stuck for gift ideas I decided to ask one of the ladies in the office for advice when I returned. I collected Mistress coat and returned to the office.


Back at my desk there was a note on my desk which read "See Me! M.". Taking Mistress raincoat I

knocked politely and entered. Inside Mistress was having a meeting with several other ladies. Seeing this I withdrew rapidly, to which she called "Get back in here!". Re-entering, Mistress asked "Where on Earth have you been?" I explained I had taken her raincoat to have it properly dried, and was looking for a gift, but was cut short with "I didn't say take all day about it! Four coffees, at once do you hear?"

"Yes, Mistress." I replied, hanging up her raincoat amid titters.

"You must forgive him, girls," said Mistress "Having a small penis tends to make him hopeless at most simple tasks."

I flushed with embarrassment amid giggles as I left.


I returned with the coffees, and Mistress asked me whether I had finished my filing, to which I was forced to reply "Not yet, Mistress."

"It's 10:45. What in god's name have you been doing out there man, playing with yourself?!" she replied causing more titters.

"I'll get on with it immediately, Mistress." I replied nervously.


I returned to my desk and tried to get on with my work. Ten minutes later Mistress rang ordering me to clear the cups away, so I had to interrupt what I was doing to perform this task. Just as I had settled down again she rang to tell me to book a table at a restaurant for her and her colleagues for a lunch time meeting. She also asked whether I had bought the card and gift?

"Not yet, Mistress." I replied, "I haven't had an opportunity to get…"

"Then get off your lazy backside and go and get them I want them before 12, do you hear?!" she ordered, slamming the phone down.

"At once, Mistress." I said to the receiver.


Racing down to the ground floor I dashed into the shops to find a birthday card and gift. In the end I bought a nice looking puzzle and card which I thought was appropriate, and raced back to the office. When I returned Mistress was at my desk sifting through papers and flinging them in all directions. "Where the hell are the original copies of that work you did earlier?" she demanded.

Stepping up to help sift through the papers I suddenly remembered

"Oh, I left them on the photocopier, Ma'am." I said feeling rather dumb.

Placing her hands upon her hips Mistress replied.

"Oh, you stupid idiot, you've had me rooting through all this stuff for nothing!" she fumed.

"I-I'm very sorry Mistress." I offered, "I-I'll get them now." I said turning to go to the copier.

"Stop!!" she cried. "What is that?" she asked pointing to the gift I had bought.

"Ah, it's a puzzle Mistress, for your friends, daughters birthday." I replied.

"I want it wrapped, you imbecile! God, do I have to do everything myself?" Mistress fumed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't think of that, Mistress…" I replied apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think of that, Mistress." she replied, sarcastically imitating my feeble response, much to my embarrassment and the amusement of some nearby colleagues. Mistress came up to me and stepping on my toe said in a low voice "Then I suggest Mister, that you get your finger out from your backside, get those originals on my desk at once, get that gift wrapped before 12, and clear up this mess or I'll bust your balls, capuche?"

With a gulp, I squeaked "I understand, Mistress."

"And Report to my office at 12:40!" she said turning.

It took ten minutes to recover the originals as someone had moved them, and thirty minutes to get the gift wrapped. When I returned I just had time to ring the restaurant to book Mistress' lunch table before I was due to go in and see her.


At 12:40 I politely knocked on Mistress' office door. I heard her say "Enter." in a majestic tone, and went inside. Mistress kept me waiting for a minute or two while she finished writing a note, before reclining back in her chair to regard me.

"Well." she began "So much for your first morning working for me Stephen. How do you think it's gone?"

"Um…I should have done better, I think Mistress." I mumbled.

"Indeed. So far you have managed to keep me waiting in the cold, allowed me to get soaked, insulted me with cheap coffee, dared to placate me with flowers, mismanaged all your assigned tasks, in fact I've had to badger you constantly to get anything done at all. Do you think this is acceptable conduct for a PA?" she demanded.

"Indeed no, Mistress." I replied, "I'm very sorry for…"

"I am already disappointed at your shortcomings, Stephen. You have a good opportunity here to impress me, but instead you have managed to irritate me beyond belief with your slothful and slovenly behaviour. Well, what have you to say for yourself? Hmm?" demanded Mistress.

"I can only apologise profusely Mistress, I'll do better this afternoon, I promise." I said shamefaced, "Please give me another chance?"

"If you don't buck your ideas up, I am going to think up some excruciating tortures to put you through, do I make myself clear, Stephen." said Mistress.

"Yes. Perfectly clear, Mistress." I replied mortified, knowing only too well what this meant.

"Good. And just to reinforce what I've just said, I'm going to give you a good thrashing before I go for lunch." she smiled. "Now take off your clothes and lay them on that chair."


Flushing with humiliation I undressed in front of Mistress, until I stood embarrassed, fearful and nervous before her, trying to cover my private parts. She sat grinning at my discomfort, and told me to stand up straight hands behind my back. Unfortunately this exposed my privates, and to my horror I couldn't suppress an erection. I closed my eyes trying to fight it down. Mistress tutted sarcastically, "What a tiny, useless little cock you have. I expect you're useless in bed, aren't you?" mused Mistress.

All I could do was manage a feeble, apologetic "Y-Yes, Mistress."


Picking up my tie, Mistress bound my wrists with it, then rolled up my boxers and stuffed them into

my mouth. I felt utterly ridiculous. Moving to a cupboard she retrieved a cane, flexed it, then swished it through the air a few times. I cringed at the sound of it.

"Right, bend over the chair stephen, and try to recall why you are receiving this punishment." said Mistress.

I was forced to comply. Mistress spread my legs with a kick of her shoe. There was a long pause, during which I couldn't help a whimper. Then the first whack landed and I screeched through my boxer shorts gag. "That's for keeping me waiting this morning…[Whack!], that’s for allowing me to get wet…..[Whack!], that’s for those awful flowers……[Whack!], that’s for making poor coffee….[Whack!], that’s for taking your time photocopying……[Whack!], that's for forgetting the gift wrap…..etc., etc.."


My backside was burning, and I shrieked with each stroke. I wondered what the people in the office would think. I began to contort after each stroke the dance about desperately trying to avoid receiving blows on the same spot, but to no avail. The pain was awful and I felt weak, exposed and defenceless and couldn't help a sob of anguish. Mistress continued to berate me throughout the thrashing "This is for your own good, stephen. If you wish to aspire to serve and impress me you need to understand the full import of failure."


I was imploring her through my gag for her to stop but to no avail. Eventually, for no other reason than it was close to her luncheon engagement she stopped. She untied my hands and I slumped over the back of the chair feeling quite faint. Then I felt another whack across my already burning buttocks. With a yelp of pain I hopped up and fled to the corner of the office pleading "Please, no more Mistress, I can't take it!"

"We'll see about that." she replied flexing the cane menacingly. "Well that thrashing seems to have got ride of your sorry excuse of an erection." she observed, as my cock had shrunk to the size of her little finger.


Content that for now I had been satisfactorily chastised, Mistress ordered me to help her on with her raincoat. "Now while I am at lunch, you will stand in the corner with your hands on your head, and thinkabout how you are going to atone for this mornings little cock ups. No, don't put your clothes back on until I give you permission. I'll have someone check on you periodically to ensure you are complying with my instructions."


I stood in the corner of Mistress' office with my hands on my head, my buttocks stinging mightily, shamefaced and feeling thoroughly conquered. Mistress came over, tied my tie around my cock and balls and pulled it tight. "OOOO!" I screeched. She left the room with a satisfied "Hmph.". After ten minutes I dared to take a step back and press my buttocks against the cool, soothing metal of a filing cabinet which offered some small comfort to my raw backside. I had to straighten again abruptly when one of the office girls popped her head in the door to check I was still standing as instructed. With a giggle she left, but later returned with another girl. This time they stood sniggering at me, and calling out "Stand to attention." and "You've got a small one haven't you?" derisively.


The Mistress was gone for some time, and it was just before 3 pm when she came back. By now my arms ached like mad, even after resting them a few times. My cock and balls were numb and ached for relief. She ordered me to get dressed again, and I gingerly undid my tie from around my privates and stepped back into my boxer shorts, pulling on my trousers. My buttocks still stung and I doubted I could sit down. I had hoped to work through my lunch hour to catch up, but things had worked out differently.


Mistress ordered me to get her a coffee, which I found quite painful. Then I was back to my work. she had written out a long list of instructions of things to do before I went home, and I tried to plough through as best I could, but there was lots of it. At one point Mistress called me in apparently for no other reason than  to use me as a foot stool while she chatted on the phone to a colleague. I knelt on all fours and she rested her feet on my back, frequently kicking my sore backside for her amusement to see me jump in pain.


At 4:25 Mistress took me down to the kitchen, leading me by the tie like a horse, and showed me a large pile of washing up that had to be done before I went home. It looked like it was from the whole department. "I also want your desk clear before you leave tonight, understood?"

"Yes, Mistress, of course." I replied, resigning myself to staying very late.


At 5:05 pm, Mistress summoned me to her office. "It's almost time for me to leave, how far have you got through that list of jobs?"

"I'm almost halfway through, ma'am." I replied.

"It looks as though you'll be working late tonight then." she said with a smirk. "If you leave before all those jobs are complete you may consider your employment terminated with immediate effect, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress, don't worry, I'll complete them." I replied.

"Good." she said. "Now before I go I have one more thing for you to do for me. You will take off your clothes, fold them neatly on the chair, stand to attention and explain to me why I should keep you on as my Personal Assistant."


Complying with her request I undressed, stood to attention, and trying not to be put off by her smirking at my small cock began "Ahem. Dear Mistress, the reason why you should keep me on instead of anyone else, is because unlike any other PA, I worship you as a Goddess. The reasons why you are beautiful to me are your long dark hair, slim feminine figure, smooth stocking-covered legs and high heels. You are intelligent and cultivated too. I feel I exist only to serve your every whim, even though you may treat me with utter distain, and enjoy humiliating and torturing me. I am helplessly and slavishly devoted to you, and will always endeavour to strive with your best interests at heart, as I am destined to serve at your feet. No other lady affects me in this way. I am no one else's slave, but yours, to do with as you see fit. My mind and body are your property to amuse you as you please. I may seem like an ignorant oaf to you at the moment, but surely it can't be fair to judge me on my first day, when I know absolutely nothing about the job? I am sure that in time I will be able to serve you more effectively as my painful experience grows. Why would you want a mere PA when you can have a devoted slave, willing to obey your every command, and endure your every pleasure?"

Mistress' reply was "I'll think about it and let you know the outcome…Now, get back to work."

Online Mistress and the Waiter

The weather had been fine for a few days and it promised to be a warm and sunny weekend. I felt high in spirits and felt like going out so I called my friend Susan and asked her if she fancied going out for a meal and catch-up, then maybe go and see a film afterwards. She thought this was a very good idea and we agreed to meet at 3:30 pm on Saturday at the restaurant.


We gave our order to the waitress and were just sipping our wine and chatting when my phone rang (I had forgotten to turn it off). Chuckling from Susan’s last comment I put the phone to my ear, then froze in stark terror. An ice cold voice at the end of the line said “Slave, you are required to serve your Mistress again,… once.” I was so stunned I couldn’t speak.

The last person I had expected to hear from at that moment was the Online Mistress. Caught completely by surprise I could only listen to the hypnotic voice calmly repeating instructions which I was expected to follow immediately. My horror mounted as she described an exclusive event to which she was attending that very evening and she required me there to be on hand as her personal waiter. My heart began to race the more she spoke as I realized I would had no choice but to obey, but what about my current situation.


Uncomfortably brought back to reality by Susan asking “Are you alright?”, I began to blubber out some vague protestations down the phone about being otherwise engaged, but these were met by a cool “…I am speaking, slave…” and the continuation of the instructions. “Who is it?” Asked Susan, who was by now rather perplexed by the look on my face and the sudden change in my manner from being relaxed and confident to seeming terrified and “hunted”.


It seemed like an eternity but I managed to keep myself from interrupting the Online Mistress until she had finished speaking. Then I tried to choke out the problem of my current situation to her as best I could with Susan sitting listening intently with rising consternation, and without giving too much information away. Of course if I expected any sympathy from the Online Mistress I was out of luck, and was met by a terse “That’s your problem slave, I expect you to deal with it and report as ordered. Remember I have an extensive selection of compromising photos of you which I am only too happy to release for general consumption via the internet, do I make myself clear? See you at 5 pm.” And I was left blubbering into a dead phone.


I held my head in my hands. “Oh, no” I groaned. Susan touched my arm. “Who was that Steve, are you in trouble. You looked genuinely petrified when that woman spoke, who is she?” I was rather perplexed that Susan had heard enough to know the voice was female, and wondered how much else she had heard. I looked skyward with watering eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m very sorry Susan,” I began “Something urgent has come up and I’m afraid I really will have to go, it can’t wait. I fear this is the one thing that could ever interrupt an evening like this and it has happened. I will explain everything later; I’ll pay the bill on my way out. You may as well stay.”

“Humph!” said Susan, throwing down her serviette and standing to gather her things. “If you think I’m staying here and eating alone you’re crazy!”


The next 10 minutes were acutely uncomfortable as amid amused glances from nearby diners, we withdrew, I paid the bill and we exited the restaurant. We parted outside with me offering profuse apologies and Susan storming off frostily, quite understandably. I took another deep breath, so much for my evening, but now my problems were only just beginning. I didn’t have time to dwell on our unpleasant parting, because I was very pressed for time and struggling to remember all of the Online Mistress’ instructions. As usual she had left me no time whatsoever to prepare, I had just been dragged out of my quiet dinner and ordered to get down to her event as quickly as possible. By the sound of it the Online Mistress was at a very special event and the honour of being called to serve her at such was not lost on me. I was also aware that I would need to be on best form as my behaviour would reflect on her.


My head was swimming and I felt rather queasy as I raced down roads as fast as I dared following the directions she had given me. There was no time to go home and prepare, if I was to make it on time I had to go as I was. The event was being held at a location I had been to before. It was a house in the country owned by the Online Mistress. I had spent a very uncomfortable weekend there not too long ago, but that was another story. As I drew near the house my hackles rose as I remembered the awful torture I had endured there on that previous occasion. It took a lot of nerve to return to that house. This time there were a few people about going to and fro setting up for a garden party, and there were some delivery vans on the driveway. I found the Online Mistress in the garden directing operations, and reported to her immediately. With a glance at her watch and look of satisfaction she beckoned me to follow her. She showed me into the house and upstairs to one of the bedrooms. I was instructed to take a shower, then put on my uniform which had been laid on the bed for me, then report for further instructions.


I quickly showered then put on my uniform. This consisted of a red thong, white shirt, green waistcoat, black tie, black trousers, socks and highly polished shoes. I felt rather uncomfortable dressed thus, especially since it was a warm night, and upon looking in the mirror thought I looked ridiculous. I was no waiter I thought, and the thought of serving the Online Mistress and her friends was quite frankly demeaning. To think I had been dragged away from my evening with Susan to serve thus! A wave of indignation swept over me.


Reporting once more to the Online Mistress in the dining room she looked me over with a sneer of approval, and a smirk of satisfaction at my obvious discomfort. I was made to stand to attention while she issued further instructions. The only words I were to speak that night were “Yes, at once Miss/tress!” depending upon whom I was addressing, and she made me practice this aloud several times until I got just the right tone of subservience and enthusiasm that she required.


I was to wait hand and foot upon the Online Mistress throughout the night, and jump to and look lively about every task. I was promised a particularly painful fate if caught peeking at comely females or for offering the slightest insolence. When allowed to speak I assured the Online Mistress of my most earnest and heartfelt commitment to the task set. There was just one thing left for her to do before she left to get ready. I was ordered to drop my trousers and suffered the indignity of having a rubber butt plug inserted into my anus. This was most uncomfortable as it agitated my prostate when I moved and kept me feeling tense and tender all evening. “To stop you from sitting on it rather than working!” she pointed out. The Online Mistress also attached a number of wooden clothes pegs to my cock and balls, the pain of which was sure to keep me awake and on my toes as she put it. She was determined to make me as uncomfortable as possible.


This done the Online Mistress went to prepare herself, while I went into the garden to help set up. I had to prepare several long trestle tables with tablecloths, and stack them with glasses and ice buckets as well as bottles of wine and champagne. I was put under the command of a rather surly looking young woman called Ms Brooks-Foncette who like the Online Mistress seemed completely unimpressed and even irritated with me, despite having had no previous acquaintance of her. She wore a tight-fitting blue party dress and as she haughtily turned and led me to the cellar where crates of bottles needed bringing up, following behind her I couldn’t help but notice her perfect figure. In the cellar, Ms B-F Wheeled on me, grasped my testicals firmly and exerting a constant pressure upon them suggested what might happen to them if she noticed my reflection in the door glass gawping at her again. As the pain was excruciating due to the presence of the wooden pegs I barely managed to gasp out “Yes, at once Ms Brooks-Foncette!”. I felt utterly ashamed and humiliated as she released them, indicated a stack of crates and said “I want all these upstairs, now get moving.” She paused until I added “Yes, at once Ms Brooks-Foncette!” before departing. Gasping in anguish, I did as I was told.


After I had struggled up the stairs with the 15th crate while others (mostly young ladies) stood around chatting, I was ordered to polish and lay out glasses on the tables. I was quite irritated by Ms B-F’s constant inspection of the glasses I had just polished, and returning many of them to their original side with a “tut!” to be done again.


Guests began to arrive around 6 pm, and Ms B-F dragged me to one side and instructed me that I was to see to the Online Mistress as my first priority (she didn’t need to remind me of that!), but also to make sure I didn’t neglect the other guests and to keep their glasses and plates topped up. I was warned that I was being watched and any transgressions would be communicated to the Online Mistress afterwards, who would administer punishment as she saw fit. I was then posted at the foot of the stairs to await the descent of my Mistress.


Some time passed before I felt a sudden kick against my backside. Stifling an oath I wheeled round to see the Online Mistress standing on the stair above me holding out a slender arm. Rapidly composing myself I took it and began to lead her out into the garden to a swing chair amongst her friends which I had earlier prepared. The Online Mistress looked absolutely stunning in a short brown satin party dress and beautiful bejewelled necklace. Her hair was pinned up most skilfully in a pleasing style. I was mesmerized by her appearance, the grace of her movements and the allure of her perfume. She greeted other guests as she passed by. I led her to her seat in the middle of an unnerving looking group of young women, from whom I received nothing but scowls and haughty looks.


“Now, cocktails?” suggested the Online Mistress to her friends once they had finished their greetings. There was a chorus of eager cries. “Waiter!” said the Online Mistress clicking her fingers. Upon my cue I stepped forward secretly cringing in shame at being thus summoned, “Yes Mistress?” I offered. “As it is still the cocktail hour, my friends and I shall start with those.” Turning to her friends she asked “Now what would everyone like?”. At once I was bombarded with a plethora of strange and weird names, which I struggled to remember as I didn’t have a pad to write on. To make matters worse there was more than one stirred not shaken amongst them which I had to try and remember, and in the already flustered state I was in many went over my head. Still trying to come to terms with the way I’d been forced away from my evening with Susan, I tried to remain calm and do the best I could. With the names of a dozen or so cocktails of which most I had never heard still ringing in my ears, I turned to go and fetch them when I felt sharp talons grip my arm rigidly “And I will have a Black Widow” said the Online Mistress ominously. I gulped, and replied as trained “Yes, at once Mistress!”


I scurried back to the drinks table where literally hundreds of spirit bottles stood with various shaped glasses. I put my hand to my forehead, I didn’t have a clue where to start. “Is there a problem?” asked a surly voice behind me. Ms Brooks-Foncette stood menacingly hands on hips. I told her that I was to prepare cocktails for the Online Mistress and her friends, but had no idea how to mix them. “Then you’d better find out quickly, because if you mess up this evening for her she will certainly never forgive you!”

“But what should I do?” I asked.

“I am here to see that you do things properly, not tell you how to do them.” She said folding her arms.

I put my hand on my forehead in anguish. Here I was suddenly thrust into a situation as a waiter about which I had absolutely no idea and was minutes away from failing my Mistress and possibly making her look bad in front of her friends. I tried to think of a solution, it wasn’t easy what with worrying in the back of my mind what Susan must be thinking, the pressure of completing my task on time and Ms Brooks-Foncette’s constant belittling of me in the background. I thought about mixing anything together but that was a very bad idea. I couldn’t very well go back and ask them either. I was on the brink of failing my first task of the evening. Ms B-F was saying “Well, don’t just stand there like the pathetic impotent male you are! I’m reporting this at once.” I felt awful.


Then as Ms B-F strode off to report my anticipated failure of task 1 to my Mistress, an idea came to me in a flash. I whipped out my mobile phone and began to search the internet for the names that had been flung at me. I tried the Online Mistress’ Black Widow first. The results came up agonizingly slowly but I had the ingredients and method and at once set about mixing it. Then I tried another that I could remember. When I had prepared 4 drinks Ms Brooks-Foncette appeared with the Online Mistress. She was saying “….frankly he hasn’t got a clue, I think you should punish him right away.” The Online Mistress viewed the scene coldly, as I busily prepared the next cocktail. At length she turned to Ms B-F and said “Although a male, slave stephen can be resourceful at times, we’ll give him a chance. After all, there will be plenty of opportunity for punishment later. ” and with a smile she returned to her friends. Ms B-F Seethed as she obviously wanted to see me punished, and she spent her time standing over me muttering that when it came to her turn she would ensure my punishment would be excruciating. This I didn’t doubt, but couldn’t help cheerfully (and possibly sarcastically) replying  “Yes, at once Ms Brooks-Foncette!”. In a fury she grasped my testicals and squeezed them so violently I thought she had ruptured one. I grimaced, doubled over and groaned through my teeth until she released them. I nearly fainted and as she stormed off I staggered to the table nursing them in one hand while supporting myself with the other.

“Waiter? Waiter!! Where are those drinks?!!” cried the Online Mistress.

In a moment I was bolt upright, tray in hand and striding as quickly as I could to the where Online Mistress waited. As I did so my balls ached awfully so much so even my kidney ached.


I had no choice but to ask those left to repeat their orders, which they did in bad grace and with tangible irritation. This time I turned on the sound recorder on my phone so I could catch the names and replay them when mixing. I hurried back to the table to mix the rest. Having done so I hastened as rapidly as I could to deliver them. I wasn’t doing too badly I thought, I had almost succeeded in my first task despite insurmountable odds, even though I did have a badly bruised pair of testes to show for it, courtesy of Ms Brooks-Foncette. Vindictive woman I thought, it wouldn’t do to wind her up again. Just as I thought this I felt something catch my ankle and I lurched forward vainly trying to stop myself falling head over heels. The drinks tray flew out of my hand landing on the grass and I landed face first in the lap of a brown haired young lady, who exclaimed “You idiot!!” slapped my face and launched a vicious kick to my already badly bruised groin which caused me to collapse to my knees amid cheers and shrieks of laughter. I gasped in air to relieve the rising feeling of nausea and to try and relieve the agony of my throbbing balls. I happened to glance up and see a smirking Ms B-F grinning at me arms folded, and realized it had been no accident. The young lady whom I had just met brushed at a speck of liquid I had spilt on her dress, then assailed me with hand slaps and insults until pulled away by two cackling friends.


“Waiter! Wait-er!!!” called the Online Mistress. Instantly I struggled to my feet and jumped to the Online Mistress’ side. “You oaf! Clear up that mess, and fetch some replacement drinks at once, do you hear!”

“Yes, at once Mistress!” I squeaked, and hobbled away.


By the time I had finished serving cocktails it was time for some food and with a click of her well manicured fingers and a nod in the proper direction, I was sent scurrying to fetch trays of vol-au-vents, Zakuski and canapés, and circulate offering them to guests. I found this the most demeaning and humiliating of tasks. There I was dragged away from my evening with Susan, nothing to eat or drink, dressed up in a ridiculous waiter’s outfit and serving a group of mostly young women (in the most alluring party dresses), who took drinks and morsels from the trays I bore, without even so much as a nod of acknowledgement. I was referred to quite rudely in most cases as “Waiter!” all evening, called over frequently where drinks were taken from my tray or empty glasses replaced without one single thank you.


Another embarrassing incident occurred while I was going back into the house with some empty glasses. A young fair-haired girl who couldn’t have been more than 25 came out of the loo and approached the patio doors as I was coming through. I couldn’t help but notice she was wearing a short strapless red party dress, the most outrageous I had seen thus far. We both tried to enter at the same time, I was in a rush with only the thought of finding another tray of canapés which the Online Mistress particularly enjoyed and getting back as quickly as possible. I attempted to squeeze past but she didn’t and I accidentally brushed her shoulder, whereupon she rounded upon me saying “How dare you push past me like that, in such a disrespectful manner. You ignorant oaf! You could see I was coming through but you thought you’d just push past anyway!”

“I’m very sorry Miss” I replied, “but I did try to avoid you.”

“No you didn’t you liar, you deliberately walked into me,” she accused poking me in the chest as I backed out onto the patio. She had a very shrill girly voice which was attracting attention from the other party-goers and I began to feel quite embarrassed.

“You are just a waiter, OK, you don’t walk into guests. You’re just staff OK, you give way to guests. And you’re a man, at least you’re supposed to be so you should defer to females instead of trying to force your way through!”

“B-but, I was trying to avoid you Miss” I protested.

“No you weren’t” she persisted “I saw you. You knew I was going through the door but you just wouldn’t wait. Thought you’d push me out of the way. ”

“No, no I assure you miss…” I began.

“No, just shut the f*** up and listen!” she interrupted “You have got a really big attitude problem mister, and it comes with having a small dick. You think you can just push people around, well try it with me and I’ll wipe the floor with you!”

I cannot explain how acutely humiliated this young 25 yr old made me feel in front of the assembled party. Everyone turned to look, and saw her pushing me back as she ripped into me. Knowing she was one of the Online Mistress’ friends what could I do? I began to back off but she pursued me and continued her harangue much to the mirth of everyone. The next moment the Online Mistress appeared and enquired as to what the trouble might be. The girl then began to tell the Online Mistress that I deliberately walked into her and that I was belligerent and rude, a charge which I vehemently denied. In the end the Online Mistress turned to me and said “Waiter, I think you had better apologise to Tabitha for your insolence.”


Convinced of my innocence and indignant about being made to apologise to this annoying little woman though I was,  I was not prepared to argue with the Online Mistress, and biting back my outrage and indignation I forced myself to say “I am very sorry Miss for walking into you.”

“Go f*** yourself!” was the answer I received. Impossible woman. I suddenly wished I had turned off my mobile phone when I sat down with Susan earlier. “Now,” said the Online Mistress “if you’ve quite finished squabbling with my guest’s waiter, I want you to clear away the wine glasses and bring out the champagne”

“Yes, at once Mistress!”I hastily replied.


I rushed round gathering all the empty wine glasses I could find, then rushed into the kitchen to begin fetching champagne glasses and ice buckets with bottles in them. After uncorking them, filling the glasses then moving round everyone to ensure all had full glasses, and another round of canapés, I returned to my station beside the Online Mistress. I listened in horror as they discussed men in the most derogatory terms and really didn’t know where to look, blushing uncomfortably as I did. Occasionally I would step forward to refill the Mistress’ glass when with a single snap of her fingers she indicated such. The Mistress had some frightening looking friends. There was Keeva, an Irish red head in a green party dress sporting floral tattoos on her upper arms, she seemed quite robust and outspoken. Then there was Tabitha with whom I had tangled previously, a very slight build who looked as though you could pick her up in one hand. Squeaky voice and gorgeous red dress, but a veritable she-demon if aroused. There was Louise, taller than me, another red head quite young who looked quite powerful beneath her black silk dress. Emma stood nearby, brown hair, cheeky face in a white cocktail dress and seemed to have a lively intellect and mischievous look in her eye.


As the champagne flowed (I was frequently sent running for more, and completely ignored as I served it) the young ladies spirits rose and they began discussing all manner of embarrassing things. Matters seemed to be getting out of hand and I was worried how far they might go the more they drank. “Waiter!” called the Online Mistress. “Wait-TER! Where is that insolent clod! Oh, there you are! Stop playing with yourself and come here!”

Roused from my embarrassment I leapt to the Online Mistress’ side “I think it’s time we had you ‘dans le nu’ don’t you?”

“I beg your pardon Mistress?” I replied.

“Strip to your undies!” she ordered.

Red-faced and burning with shame I began to unbutton my waistcoat and undo my tie. My humiliation was accentuated when I accidentally made eye contact with Ms Brooks-foncette and Tabitha, sneering smugly at my discomfort. I removed my shirt and began undoing my trousers amid sneers and catcalls from the ladies. There was a burst of laughter as I finally stood before them. “Oh, socks and a red thong, very chic!” laughed Emma. I was left in socks, shoes and red thong, but she then ordered me to retie my bow tie around my bare neck then jump to it and serve more champagne and nibbles, which I did smartly.


Returning later to the Online Mistress’ side I heard her mutter “How dare he jiggle those buns in front of me.” And I was treated to the shameful humiliation of being hauled across her knee in public, dressed as I was, and given a spanking with her shoe, much to the mirth of the assembled throng. She then invited her friends to do the same, and some found stinging nettles or thin tree branches which they then proceeded to apply to my posterior most vigorously while I howled in pain held firmly in place by the Online Mistress.


Her next idea, was to make me put a large tray secured by a strap which ran around the back of my neck and supported it as it rested against my stomach. I was ordered to fill the tray with drinks. She then bound my wrists behind my back, and gagged me with a borrowed neck scarf and had me circulate thus around the guests offering drinks as best I could whilst she and her friends tittered away at my humiliation. “How pathetic you look, slave” she remarked mirthfully as she added the refinement of securing my ankles with leather shackles and short chain so I could only hobble round the garden. Evidently they enjoyed the sight of me tiptoeing round with the drinks tray around my neck unable to speak or answer back but only mumble unintelligible sounds, and unable to defend myself from wandering hands and feet. When I returned I found the Online Mistress and several of her friends red-faced, tearful and unsuccessfully trying to suppress their laughter.


Some time later, the Online Mistress said “You know, I have to say, there can be few things that amuse me more than the sight of a man with a tiny cock. What is the smallest cock anyone has ever seen?” Amid sniggers and giggles suggestions ranged from “my husband’s”, “my little brother when he was 6” to “barely over 8 inches”. I paled at this realizing that 8 inches was more than I could boast even at full erection. I felt awfully self-conscious and could feel my cheeks reddening even more than they already were with shame.

“I wonder what the smallest penis in the world looks like?” mused Emma.

“Oh, I can show you that!” said the Online Mistress, “Waiter!”

“I’ll need some assistance.” Said the Online Mistress and Keeva and Louise stepped forward. “Hold him steady, please” directed the Online Mistress, as she picked up an ice bucket and removed the bottle of Champagne.

I was suddenly gripped by strong arms on either side of me, and held rigidly with my arms behind my back. Sensing something unpleasant was about to happen, I began to cluck weak protestations. By now the rest of the party goers had noticed and taken a keen interest in what was occurring and a crowd of some 50 people now stood around us giggling and shrieking with anticipation. I felt like a fly in a trap, the victim of one of the online Mistress’ mischievous pranks and I couldn’t escape. I knew I was about to be humiliated beyond belief and all I could think of was how I wished I was now in the cinema with Susan as originally planned. To my horror flashes of light indicated people were taking photos and the Online Mistress even paused for them.


My humiliation quotient was rising vertically, and it hit the roof when in the next instant I felt the Online Mistress’ cool fingers around the sides of my thong, “Nooo! Please! Noooo!” I squawked, but it was too late. They were yanked down unceremoniously while my genitals spilled out pegs and all. My cock was already shrivelled from the Online Mistress’ clamping of them earlier, and there were cries of laughter as I struggled to try and cover myself up. “No! No! Mercy!” I cried.

“Shut him up will you, Louise.” She directed.

I then endured the ignominy of having Louise’s hand clamped over my mouth, stifling my protestations.


Pausing to get everyone’s attention the Online Mistress declared “Behold everyone. In just a few moments the smallest penis in the world shall appear, or should I say disappear! Cameras ready girls?”

Batting off the pegs which still clung to my cock and balls (which was excruciatingly painful), the Online Mistress thrust the ice bucket against my groin and scooped the ice cubes over my rapidly diminishing cock. It was so cold it burned and I shrieked “MMMMMMMMPPPHHH!!!” I had never had anything remotely as cold applied to them like that before and I danced on tiptoe as I tried to lift my genitalia out of the ice bucket, but the Online Mistress and the other two ladies kept a firm grip on me and I was held fast. As I shrieked I remember seeing the moon now shining high in the evening sky.

“Now, how’s it going?” said the Online Mistress peeking over the bucket rim “Oh, yes I can see, it’s shrinking exponentially.”

She shuffled the bucket as the seconds passed, chuckling malevolently to herself as the results of her demonstration began to take shape. My cock and balls felt as though they were burning and went totally numb. I closed my eyes grimacing not only in pain but also in shame. I tried vainly to break free but Keeva and Louise held me too tightly. I cannot describe how small and pathetic this made me feel. Several minutes passed, ,and everyone waited excitedly to see the outcome of Mistress’ antics. Then, with the poise of a ringmaster she theatrically removed the bucket from my groin. “Vvvvoila!” she cried.


The crowd of party guests howled,  and laughed until their sides nearly split. All I could do was gape helplessly up and down a line of mainly cackling females. My cock and balls felt totally numb almost burning. Despite being held firmly I managed to take a peek at my cock. I gasped in horror. It was totally white and shrivelled up looking like a small dried fig. My foreskin was convoluted and wrapped about itself over and over and where my cock had previously been there was now just a tiny ball of tightly wrapped skin. No penis was visible at all. It was almost as if it had been removed completely.

“Noohoohoo!” I sobbed, as dozens of flashes went off.

During the prolonged laughter, the Online Mistress stepped forward once more. She placed one hand on her hip, and put her index finger to her mouth. With an exaggerated air of mock concern she exclaimed,

“Oh Stephen, you look so re-dick-you-less!” When the laughter finally died down she received a rapturous ovation. Personally, I had never been so humiliated in all my life!

Celibate for the Online Mistress

Dearest Online Mistress,


Serving such a beautiful and intelligent Mistress such as you is not without its trials. As your lowly and worthless slave one of the most basic problems I have to contend with daily is the regular stream of thoughts I have of you. Needless to say these thoughts are lustful, and as a result I find myself with a considerable amount of sexual tension to dissipate. This tension ultimately leads to frustration and needs relief. Masturbation is the only cure, but unfortunately the cure doesn’t last. Therefore, it is quite usual for me on a Saturday morning (but by no means the only time) when all is quiet, to retrieve a picture of you, retire naked to my bed, and there wrestle with my cock until I end up gasping out my love and adoration for you, while my seed spurts forth as the most personal and sacred tribute I can make to you. The rapture that I feel as I perform this most sacred ritual is unsurpassed, and afterwards I feel so relaxed and at peace, as if my sense of purpose in life has been fulfilled. The sexual tension is temporarily gone, and everything feels less urgent. The cycle then begins again. Each time I think of you a little tingle in my loins agitates, like an itch I cannot scratch and that sexual tension begins to rise in me again, until I simply must relieve it.


Now it so happened that this Saturday, I had some things to do early and was out later on, and so I didn’t get the opportunity to worship my goddess as I needed to. After the recently most humiliating tasks you have been getting me to perform, I have found this to be a particularly necessary pleasure, and have been most anxious to relieve myself, often more than once. I had the idea of having a play with my little cock on Saturday night before I went to bed. What better way to send myself off to sleep than to worship my Mistress, I thought. A few minutes of fierce abandon as I strove to prove through ever more vigorous exertions my love and devotion, followed by those precious few seconds of rapture with the Online Mistress’ image burned singularly in my mind as I came. Oh, what relief I would feel! With all this thinking of you, I thought it would be nice if I could perform my masturbation with your latest words echoing as I climaxed, and so logged on to see if there were any latest message from you. I was excited to note there was, and eagerly opened the message. I nearly choked as I read the first line.


No relief for them yet. You must be celibate until Tuesday 7pm


I gasped horrified. Oh no, how could this be? I was already bursting to relieve myself and here were my instructions ordering me to wait until Tuesday evening. Oh god, how on earth could I wait that long? I tried to remember when my last one had been? Some day earlier in the week! No, no, no, it just wasn’t fair, Online Mistress! I needed that wank, I had earned it, looked forward to it, you yourself had driven me to it, I just couldn’t go without it! It was the perfect time now; my lust just wouldn’t wait another 5 minutes, let alone for 3 days! Nooooo! My tiny cock was already rigid with a small drop of pre-cum forming at its tip. Nature was in motion, my prostate was already enlarged preparing for the coming struggle, my balls tender with anticipation stood ready to show just how much the Online Mistress meant to them. My cock even throbbed with a potent new feel, perhaps the intensity of the masturbations recently having given it an exciting new strength. It too was eager to play its part and worship the Mistress which had caused it so much pain in the past. It was one thing to tell myself to wait, but quite another to tell my body. It had already decided the Online Mistress was to be worshipped and was geared up ready and willing. Then my eyes fell on her second sentence


“Then you can masturbate your tiny little cock while you worship me.


And I gasped as I felt a surge of lust in my loins as my cock bulged fiercely, but was bent and crushed in the folds of my trousers. My balls ached longingly to be relieved, full of sperm and in desperate need of emptying. I just longed to wank there and then. I felt anxious, tense and sexually frustrated, if only I could just relieve that tension, but no. Obviously the Online Mistress had to be obeyed; I didn’t even consider having a crafty one and pretending I hadn’t. You just don’t do things like that with the Online Mistress. I came to the awful realization that I was going to have to forestall my much-needed relief until her appointed time. It actually made me feel so small and humiliated, that she could even control my ejaculations with a few words. I actually needed to worship her and cum now, but she was making me wait and hold on to it. My tension and frustration grew to a new pitch, while my erection refused to abate. This was a new form of torture she was using on me, and no less effective than any of the previous ones. I felt another surge of lust, more tension and frustration. I could feel her firm grip on me, controlling my life from afar.


Staring at her second sentence I imagined what that moment would be like when I finally got to come. God that feeling would be indescribable. I imagined myself giving it everything I had, as I thought of the Online Mistress. It was suddenly as if 7 pm on Tuesday was all that mattered. I just couldn’t think of anything else. The Online Mistress had just taken away one of my most basic pleasures which I took for granted. By postponing my wank she was saying “I decide when you ejaculate, not you”. This thought was terrifying. By controlling my ejaculations she firmly controlled me (not that she didn’t already!). She could bring me to my knees in no time! I felt temporarily castrated.


I stayed up for some hours restless, during which time my erection did not subside. My cock felt sore from constantly pressing against my pants, and my balls ached as they longed to disgorge their contents. I went to bed with a futile erection, tight aching balls, and the image of the Online Mistress smiling haughtily at my discomfort. If only I could just relieve myself for a moment I thought. During the night I had a dream where I seemed to be on holiday and ran into the Online Mistress in a hotel. She seemed to speak to me kindly enough, but kept tying me up in uncomfortable positions, and disappearing. I spent the day looking for her, and each time I found her she would tie me up again. When I awoke in the morning I was sure this dream was due to the frustration of not being allowed to cum.


On Sunday I made the mistake of looking at some photos of the Online Mistress. My pants were wet with pre-cum, and my cock and balls ached like mad. I dithered about all day long, unable to settle at anything. My tiny cock spent the day rigid, standing to attention for her, but without relief. My balls felt enlarged and sensitive and tingled at the slightest provocation, and my cock just grew harder. Oh, how I needed to cum. As the day wore on I couldn’t take my mind off the Online Mistress nor ignore the tension in my genitals. I found myself feeling my balls, gently massaging them to try and relieve the stress of waiting and the constant aching feeling that emanated from them.


I also had to unzip my trousers occasionally and let my tiny cock stand proud to relieve it from the constant pressure of being trapped inside my trousers, bent and suppressed as it was inside the tight confines of my clothing. Pausing to inspect it for a moment I could see that it was hot and hard with the omnipresent droplet of pre-cum fluid forming on its tip. It throbbed in time with my heartbeat, barely perceptibly bobbing up and down of its own volition. The tip of my cock was red with constant pressing against my underpants, and as I stared at it longingly, with the next throb I felt yet another droplet of pre-cum rising up my shaft which I could not control, and saw it appear at my tip which was now glistening with fluid. This and the throbbing made it appear as though it were weeping due to being denied its central purpose, and I sighed in frustration at only being allowed to make pre-cum instead of the great gout of sperm that I longed to release.


As the day wore on I couldn’t stop thinking of the Online Mistress. I could just see her standing before me with her haughty smile at my discomfort. I tried to relax but always my mind wandered on to thoughts of her. How I longed for relief. I thought of her with her hair up and her hair down, clothed and unclothed. I couldn’t help but torture myself imagining kissing her perfect stilettos and working my way up to the top of her stockings. All the while my futile erection bulged away inside my pants, and my balls ached to give her tribute. I could only touch or pat myself and wonder what it would feel like when I was finally allowed to cum. By the time it came to go to bed my cock ached from being erect most of the day but without being able to cum. All I could do was lie in bed idly wobbling my balls and cock as I imagined the Online Mistress staring me down, imagining it was her soft hands on them rather than my own. I realized the worst torture imaginable was being tied down unable to move with the Online Mistress sitting talking to me, occasionally tickling one of my balls while I cavorted and choked in ecstasy. One thing was for sure. When the time came, I would be squirting out the biggest tribute of my life to her.


Monday and Tuesday were awful, denied as I was and full of unrequited lust, I couldn’t keep my mind on anything, although at least work temporarily prevented me from thinking excessively about the Online Mistress. It was worse when I got home, for what else was there to do but visit her web page and gaze wistfully at her perfect photos, then gaze mournfully at my erect cock and swollen balls, aching constantly, unable to relieve them. I was just beside myself with sexual frustration. All I could do was imagine myself when the golden moment came of how I was going to pump out my tribute and thanks for being keep chaste for so long. That night I tried counting Online Mistresses in order to try and get to sleep, but this only kept me awake longer, and inflamed my lust and therefore discomfort.


Tuesday dragged on so slowly but there was a faint tingle of excitement at the back of my mind which grew with each passing hour which brought me closer to the moment when I could worship my goddess. When the time came I was already naked and in position. God, I thought, I am really going to show her worship now!


I prepared lots of tissue as I knew that I would be spurting like a geyser, holding nothing back and giving all for my Online Mistress. I retrieved some pictures of her which I had printed from the internet for the express purpose of worship. Oh, how gorgeous she looked, so perfect yet commanding, the merest glimpse of her inspired instant submission. I wanted nothing more than to worship and serve her. I didn’t expect to last very long for the first one due to the intense frustration of thinking about her but being forbidden to cum, and planned to masturbate a second time in the same manner as the first. My cock and nuts were hard, and desperate to be relieved. I was frantic with lust, and began pumping away, slowly to start with then much harder. I imagined the Online Mistress seated in the same room inspecting my efforts and taking an interest in just how much I wanted to please her. In no time at all I was pumping furiously, an expression of tension etched on my face. I rolled about the bed gasping and gulping in air to fuel my exertions. It wasn’t long before I felt my muscles tighten and I was pumping as forcefully as I could calling out my love for the Online Mistress. The next moment I was in ecstasy days of pent up frustration bursting out as I felt my sperm rush to the tip of my cock and begin to jet into the air in celebration of the end of my celibate period.


Afterwards I was exhausted, and lay for several minutes. However, within a short time I was at it again. Once had not been enough and I was worshipping the Online Mistress again as hard as before, and with the same result. It was only after this did I finally mange to settle down and find any peace. I had been chaste for the Online Mistress but what torment I had endured, and then what relief afterwards. It had certainly been worth the wait!

Humiliated at a business event

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I was pleasantly surprised to receive a message from the Online Mistress, inviting me to assist her with an evening talk she was giving to a select group of business people, about Innovation and Enterprise at the local Institute. Needless to say I was deeply honoured by such an opportunity, and eagerly agreed. It then dawned on me that I knew nothing in particular about innovation, let alone enterprise, but thought as long as the Online Mistress knows what she’s talking about, then everything would be OK. Of course I wouldn’t be expected to contribute in any way, probably just operate the AV and IT equipment as she delivered her talk. I was not oblivious to the fact that here was an opportunity to try and impress.


I arrived at the institute in plenty of time in my suit, and made my way to the room where the talk was to take place. Here I found the Online Mistress impeccably dressed in a smart business suit. She greeted me with a haughty look, beckoned me over and explained what she wanted me to do. I listened intently to all her instructions, knowing all too well what the consequences of getting anything wrong would be.


People began to arrive. There were a few business types, but also people dressed ordinarily who I assumed must have just come for interest. They were all women of different ages, and I assumed this was some sort of Women’s Institute group or the like. The room was quite large and soon filled up. It was a normal kind of classroom. With what I could have sworn was a sly grin at me, the Online Mistress cleared her throat and began “Continuing on from our talk last week, I have brought my menial along with me this week to help illustrate some points.” As she indicated me. There was a titter from her audience and I felt quite deflated, but grinned forbearingly.


“First slide please!” she ordered brusquely. I activated the projector and clicked on the first slide glancing sideways to check all was well. I was about to turn back to the screen when something dragged my attention back to the projector screen. I stood in horrified amazement, as bursts of laughter began to peel from the assembly. I almost felt sick, because there on the projector screen blown up five feet square in glorious colour was a photograph of myself. It must have been one I had been ordered to produce for the Online Mistress because I was lying on my bed bound and gagged dressed in a red basque and black stockings, with a sort of pathetic look on my face.


“So,” began the Online Mistress “Ladies, this is the kind of predicament a superior woman can lure an inferior male such as stephen here into, just by a mere click of her fingers. He really had no idea what was going to happen tonight, or the real subject of this talk.” The Online Mistress then began to describe the photograph in the most demeaning of terms referring to me as “it”, and as if I were no more than a mere object. I could only stand and gape red-faced with shame amid giggles and peals of laughter. I was totally stunned, but was suddenly brought back to reality when the Online Mistress asked “Well Stephen, I think it’s time you explained to the ladies how this revelation is making you feel at the moment?” Her tone was more of an order than request, and with incredible difficulty I faced the audience “W-well,…I…I..”


“W-w-w-well, I-I-I!…” mimicked the Online Mistress to my even deeper humiliation ”Come on, spit it out you blubbering idiot, how do you feel about a photograph of yourself dressed in women’s underwear being shown to a group of unacquainted women?” demanded the Online Mistress sarcastically. I just managed to squeak “…most humiliating”

“…And would you mind explaining exactly what was going through that tiny male brain of yours to make you dress up and photograph yourself willingly?”

I was totally unprepared for this, and just wanted to leave the room and run away, but the Online Mistress was between me and the door, so there was no escape. I just couldn’t think of a thing to say. The Online Mistress stood hands upon hips waiting expectantly, the audience had quieted, temporarily suppressing their laughter in the hope of catching even greater mirth when I began to speak. Looking at myself in the photo in that situation I couldn’t find any possible justification for being like that, and was just utterly ashamed. The looks of glee on some of the ladies faces was mortifying. I began to blubber a few incoherent words which made no sense, and my nervous state sent them into raptures again. “He can’t even speak!” laughed one young woman. “What a wuss!” said another.


I glanced at the Online Mistress who was smirking triumphantly at me. “The truth is ladies that stephen here is such a pathetic excuse for a male, as the next slide will demonstrate.” There was a pause then the Online Mistress repeated her last six words loudly and clearly. Realizing my cue I activated the projector control for the next slide. The next photo was even worse, I was standing naked with clothes pegs clipped all over me and pushing a rolled up newspaper into my own rectum. I nearly fainted with embarrassment, as the Online Mistress paused to allow the audience their full appreciation before continuing.  There then followed another graphic description of my predicament during which the terms “tiny little cock” and “worthless shrivelled balls” were used a little too frequently for my liking.


“stephen will now fully describe his purpose in what brought him to the situation we see in slide two?” I was horrified, again not knowing what to say, but a few slaps around the face in front of the ladies soon convinced me that things could still get even more humiliating. Slowly and stuttering, I began to mumble and blubber about being the slave of the Online Mistress, and having to do whatever she said. As I did so I was even more horrified to find that the Online Mistress, as I spoke, began to undress me. She slipped off my jacket quietly trying not to interrupt me (though I rathered she did), then undid my tie and shirt buttons to the jeers of the audience. “KEEP TALKING FOOL!” she ordered if I lapsed or dried up completely, and I was forced to tell of my tasks and how I completed them. By the time the Online Mistress was undoing my trouser belt I was quacking and nervously bleated “Please, no!” but my trousers were soon whipped swiftly down until I stood before all in just my light blue boxer shorts. Thankfully she stopped there, but only long enough to locate some handcuffs with which to secure my wrists behind my back. Some duct tape was rudely stretched across my mouth. The catcalling and jeering had reached a new pitch and I was white with humiliation, my hair was standing on end I was so frightened.


The Online Mistress grasped the sides of my shorts “Nooo! Nooo!! Nooo! Nooo!” I screamed horrified, but she hiked them up as high as they would go almost to my chest, and my private parts were squashed and crushed much to the mirth of the ladies. “Too high?” the Online Mistress asked me. I nodded. She then slipped them down to my knees to roars of approval and laughter, then stepped back arms folded. I couldn’t believe my predicament. There I was handcuffed in front of a roomful of baying harpies, with my shorts pulled down to my knees. It was just awful. To make matters worse my cock responded by shrivelling to a tiny nub. The Online Mistress stepped forward and made great ceremony of looking at my shrinking privates, then to the crowd for comments. All I could do was stand shame-faced gasping in humiliation. More so when I noticed photos were being taken of me from mobiles etc.


“Nearly time for us to finish now ladies, just one little game of light relief for us before we depart.” Said the Online Mistress gaily. She drew a square grid on the wipe board. “OK, suppose we were to masturbate stephen’s tiny little cock here, can you just throw some times at me, how long do you think he could last before he cums?” I was mortified at the suggestion; the evening had gotten steadily worse and there was no let up in sight. In fact the longer time went on the worse it got.


All sorts of ridiculous suggestions were called out most under 10 seconds, so the Online Mistress put some arbitrary times up, 1-2-3-4 & 5 minutes. “Anyone think he could hold out for 6?” she asked. There was silence. She took a tally of votes for each time range and entered these into the grid. “OK, a couple of volunteers to hold him please?” asked the Online Mistress. There were some squeals of revulsion, but two reluctant but intrigued volunteers came forward.


I just had to get away, but how could I without my clothes? I had begun to edge towards the door, when the volunteers were called for I bolted for the door, much to the amusement of the assembly. I then had to face the ignominy of being caught by the Online Mistress and hauled back in to place by my balls, her sharp fingernails digging in deeply. I was held firmly by a volunteer each side. The Online Mistress placed a plastic bucket in front of me, and then slipped on a plastic protective pinafore. She produced a pair of bright pink marigold gloves and pulled them on each of her hands pausing to flex her fingers. I was shaking my head and trying as best I could with duct tape covering my mouth, to implore her not to put me through the shame and humiliation of being masturbated in front of everyone, but the Online Mistress simply grinned haughtily and produced a large bottle of coconut butter oil.


The ladies by now had become quite animated and unruly and I was horrified at the way they shouted out awful encouragements to the Online Mistress, who received them with equal mirth. She now slid down my shorts completely and took them off me so I was completely naked. Ripping the duct tape from my mouth she then stuffed my shorts in to my mouth to the rousing approval of her audience. I couldn’t have felt more humiliated, ladies were still taking photos and I was helpless. The Online Mistress upended the bottle of oil and squirted it liberally all over my privates which now glistened with slime. She rubbed the oil around my privates to get them all wet, then paused while one of the volunteers zeroed a stopwatch.


The Online Mistress took a firm grip of my cock and began pumping, not gently but vigorously, trying to arouse it in the shortest possible time. “Noooooo!” I screamed through my own underpants, but my protests were drowned out by the shouts, taunts and chants from these implacable harridans. Despite its shrunken state and the terror of my situation, the rapidity of the Online Mistress’ pumping, combined with the slipperiness of the oil, contrived to force my cock to erection within seconds. Only a few seconds more and I could feel the intense stimulation building up rapidly inside me. A little too rapidly! A few seconds more and I was moving inexorably towards orgasm. I gasped and pleaded with the Online Mistress not to inflict such humiliation on me, but I could only blather into my own shorts. It was awful. I don’t think it was even a minute of pumping before I shrieked in terror as I felt my sperm uncontrollably begin to make its way down my shaft. By now I was beyond caring, in the grip of a forced orgasm as I was. All I could do was screech pathetically into my gag as the laughter and taunting grew to a pitch. I was horrified to see my sperm just trickle lamely off the end of my cock and fall into the bucket rather than fountain forcefully into the air as I might have hoped. A sight not lost on my audience who howled their disapproval in a cacophony of insults and jibes. In the afterglow of such a humiliating situation, this was doubly hard to take.


The watch was stopped, I felt my cock wiped roughly with tissue, and I was released to stagger uneasily and lean against the wall catching my breath. The correct column on the grid was compared to the time it took me to cum. It was found that most of the ladies had guessed right, and that I had indeed been induced to cum in under 1 minute, much to everyone’s mirth and my embarrassment.


At this point the meeting broke up and the guests began to leave, many of them stopping to congratulate the Online Mistress for such a fascinating show of female superiority, and with a haughty sideways chuckle at me as I stood cringing shame-faced by the projector. I was further degraded when some of the ladies noticed and pointed out “Look it’s shrunk back to its normal size!”


When everyone had gone, the Online Mistress kept me naked and handcuffed while she gathered her things together, which I also found intensely humiliating now the ordeal was over. “Well,” she said with a sigh of satisfaction, “that was an evening well spent.” Picking up her briefcase and coat she walked to the door and paused. She then threw the keys to my handcuffs over to the back of the class room where they landed somewhere on the floor, turned off the lights and departed.


Needless to say it was some time before I found them, freed myself, got dressed and slinked off home feeling totally and utterly degraded. I was so humiliated by my experience that I dared not even look myself in the face in the mirror for weeks. It was many weeks too, before I could begin to get a nights’ sleep without waking after an awful nightmare of cackling women gleefully enjoying my humiliation. The Online Mistress had so thoroughly humiliated me that I hardly even dared to venture out, and could only sit around fretting about being recognized.


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Slave Stephens holiday treat

I was on holiday and by a strange coincidence just happened to be staying in the same hotel as the Online Mistress. What a fortunate turn of events I thought, to be staying in the same place as her. Naturally I couldn’t take my eyes off her and found myself peering through my sunglasses at her at every opportunity. Whenever she appeared my heart would be racing. I would study what she wore and admire how immaculate and fashionable she looked. I loved her shoes, dresses hats and anything else she wore.

As I lay on my sun bed during the day I would find myself daydreaming of her. I would feel a tingling in my loins and find myself adjusting my position to conceal the fact. As the tingling grew and didn’t abate, this would become unbearable and I would find myself slinking off to my room to lie naked on my bed, pumping away at my cock until I squirted out a tribute to her. After a clean up I would be able to return to the poolside feeling temporarily appeased, but the cure didn’t last and soon I’d be thinking of the Online Mistress again.

I had vainly tried to get her attention, by smiling pleasantly when we passed or holding doors open for her, but I either received a haughty look or total disregard in return. There were other girls around the pool and staying in the hotel, but of course I didn’t notice them for I was far too concerned with the Online Mistress.

One day on the beach, I did receive one scrap of acknowledgement in the form of a faint smile when I hopped up and assisted her with an umbrella which was proving difficult to set up. I just happened to be nearby and noticed that she and her friends had arrived at the same spot. Of course I took this blatant non-rebuffal as nothing more than an indication that she had changed her opinion of me overnight, and now considered me a viable male. With this misplaced thought flying around my mind I spent the rest of the day happily imagining courting the Online Mistress and receiving the same faint smile, which from her seemed to indicate approval.

Perhaps she does have some regard for me after all? I began to think as the afternoon wore on. Perhaps I had spent just a little too long in the sun that day, because by the time I went back to the hotel I was beginning to think that I had a chance with her. No, it was impossible, a little voice kept saying, but I kept seeing that faint smile. She doesn’t smile like that at just anyone, I thought. I think she’s just begun to notice me and thinks I’m alright! came my startling revelation. Of course why else didn’t she shove me away or rebuff me? I was elated at the thought of this, then suddenly a problem occurred to me.

The problem was how could I capitalize on such good fortune? I couldn’t spend the rest of my holiday just doing good deeds. Then the realization dawned on me that I would have to attempt to approach her and see if she was receptive to the idea of us getting together. Why not? I thought, I’m as good as any other male! But as the realization dawned so did an awful feeling of dread. What if she didn’t appreciate one of her slaves trying it on with her? There was always the chance she would be put out, and then I’d be for it. I consoled myself that she would probably take it as a compliment anyway, and not be too outraged by such impertinence. Anyway, my cock was up now, for days I had been dreaming about her, I knew I just had to try else I would have no peace at all!

So it was I prepared meticulously. Scrubbed, shaved, put on my best aftershave and clothes, polished my shoes furiously and prepared to attempt to court the Online Mistress. I must admit, I felt a little like the male Black Widow spider, who risks being eaten when he attempts to mate with the female. I went out for dinner, and decided the best time to catch her would be at the pool side bar later in the evening, when they had returned from their evening meal. Hopefully this would place her in a more agreeable mood? I took up position at a table where I could watch TV and took a single large brandy. I would certainly need that.

Some time later the clopping of high heels and some laughter signalled the arrival of the Online Mistress and her friends. She wore a tight fitting blue dress with short skirt, stocking and high heels. My heart leapt when I saw her and my determination to see my quest through was redoubled.

They went to the bar and I observed her glance around to see who was about tonight. I thought I noticed another faint smile when she looked at me, or was it a suppressed grin? Difficult to tell in the fading light. I took a large gulp of brandy, and tried to think about how to approach her? I couldn’t just bowl up with her friends there, it would be quite rude and I’d probably be laughed out of the bar. I would have to be patient and wait for an opportunity to speak to her alone.

An hour later, after I had long since finished my brandy, and when it seemed that the Online Mistress’ friends were busily engaged in talking to some other guests, and she herself was simply listening to the conversation, I deemed it about the best opportunity I would get. I needed another brandy anyway as I was feeling quite anxious. Putting on an air of confidence, I strolled over to the bar next to where the Online Mistress sat.

“Good evening, Mistress, might I buy you a drink?” I asked politely. The Online Mistress regarded me haughtily for a moment and seemed on the point of telling me to get lost, but then with an air of amusement, accepted my offer. “Very well, slave.” she replied, to my surprise. She insisted that I buy her friends one too, and I had no choice but to agree.
As she sipped her drink warily she eyed me over the top of her glass.
“That’s a nice dress you’re wearing.” I remarked.
“Hmm.” she replied impatiently. “Did you want something slave, or did you just come over here to irritate me?”
“Um, well, no not to irritate you, Mistress. No, quite the contrary. Well, you see, I was sort of th-thinking, you know. Erm, well that is, I-I find you very attractive, and I-I was wondering whether you would like to go out for dinner with me one night?” I eventually managed to blubber out.
The Online Mistress regarded me with a look that suggested suppressed laughter, and covered her mouth. I thought I heard a faint titter. Fighting down the urge to burst out laughing she forced herself to put on a serious air.
“You want to take ME out to dinner?!” she repeated incredulously.
“Um, y-yes mistress. I do.” I replied.
“What as if we’re kind of….equals?!” she said, as incredulously as before.
“Well, yes Mistress. You see I realize you are a superior female and all that, of course I do. It would be foolish to regard matters otherwise, but surely you feel the need for some male company from time to time?” I suggested.
“The problem for you though, Stephen dear, is that I don’t regard you as a man at all. You are a mere plaything with which I amuse myself when I’m bored. You seem to forget that I have seen photographs of you naked, and you look so pathetic and sexually inadequate that you really do have no hope at all in that direction.” was the Mistress’ cutting reply.
Fighting down a wave of humiliation, as several people nearby had caught wind of our discussion, I attempted to pacify the Mistress.
“Please Mistress, not so loud.” I pleaded, glancing nervously about.
“How dare you tell me to be quiet!” she said slapping my face to remind me to whom I was speaking.
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I didn’t mean to suggest that.” I replied, feeling a hot glow on my cheek.
“Look Stephen,” she said, “before I would even consider going out with you, you have a major obstacle to overcome.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“That is, a real penis is at least 8″ in length and thick too. Your withered little worm is barely 3″.” she informed me.
I felt utterly humiliated at having my penis described thus, and in the hearing of her friends and the barmaid too, but I just had to persist in spite of this.
“But Mistress, you don’t seem to understand.” I began, “I just find you so irresistible, everything about you is perfect, I’m not interested in any other women, just you, you see. I would consider it a great honour if you’d consent to giving me a chance to prove to you that I’m up to the job of, well, being your companion?”
The Online Mistress took a deep intake of breath, then explained.
“I think stephen it is you who doesn’t seem to understand. To me, you are pathetic. You’re not a man at all, you dress in women’s clothes and underwear, you’re weak and easy to push around, and instead of a canon between your legs you just have a tiny little pea shooter. You simply don’t have the first idea of how to treat a woman such as myself.”
“I’m only weak and easy to push around to you Mistress, not to anyone else.” I replied. “It’s because I have far too much respect for you to disagree with you.”
“And I have my doubts as to whether you could actually satisfy a woman with that ridiculously inadequate pin-prick of yours.” she went on.
“No, i can, Mistress.” I replied.
“Also,” continued the Online Mistress, “the sort of relationship you are talking about suggests us being equals, a sort of 50-50 give and take kind of relationship, and that we certainly are not. You are nothing more than a mere slave to me, to serve my every whim, and that really is how I prefer you. The thought of you running around free, having your own thoughts and opinions, expressing yourself freely, etc. quite frankly turns me right off. You were born to be a slave, stephen, to a superior goddess such as myself, and that is how you will remain, and you’ll be thankful enough for that! And if I experience any more of your backchat or futile attempts to chat me up just so you can vent your lust, I shall begin devising the most evil tortures for you to endure. Do I make myself clear, slave?”
“But…I..Um…” I bleated, but as the truth of what the Mistress said sunk in I found myself compelled to agree with her, though not out of choice. “Yes, Mistress.” I finally admitted utterly crestfallen.
“Yes, slave.” she affirmed. “And the last word in this matter has been spoken, but there is another matter I wish to discuss with you. That is the pathetic size of your manhood.”
“Please Mistress,” I said “there’s not much I can do, it’s what nature gave me.”
“You haven’t even tried, have you? You realize having such a small cock throws dirt on my name?” she challenged.
“Well, I’m sorry you feel that way about it Mistress, but I could try enlargement or something?” I suggested.
With a look of mock sympathy she said “Oh, I think it would be a lost cause in your case, Stephen. No, you were meant to be puny. Now get another round of drinks before I forget where I am and thrash you.”

I obediently complied, and this brought Mistress’ friends over who had been chatting at the other end of the bar.
“How are you two getting on?” asked one named Marsha. I was about to reply “oh, fine.” when the Mistress said “We’re discussing Stephen’s small penis problem, Marsha. He’s in such a state, he just doesn’t know what to do.”
Giggling, Marsha said “Oh, poor thing.” in mock sympathy, and sticking up her little finger said “Is it about that big?”
I didn’t know where to look, and when Mistress put her finger half way up Marsha’s little finger and said (quite seriously) “I’d say, more that big.” they both fell into fits of laughter. I felt quite humiliated, and uncomfortable as her other friend Fiona, joined us.
“How terrible,” said Fiona, “You must be totally incapable of satisfying a female partner.”
And there were more peels of laughter.
“It isn’t that small.” I replied, defensively.
“Nonsense!” said Mistress, taking out her mobile phone “I have photos of it, and you can judge for yourselves.”
Soon Mistress had located some of the photos I had sent her during my lessons, and I stood aghast for some time as she showed them to her two friends who giggled and cackled merrily.
“Oh, you do need help!” said Marsha.
“Look at his shrivelled nuts too!” said Fiona.
“Really Stephen,” said Mistress “I’d forgotten how totally pathetic you really are!”
Fighting back a tear of humiliation, I offered “Yes, but what if I managed to increase in size, would you give me a chance then?”
The ladies fell about laughing. The Online Mistress was the first to regain her composure.
“Look boy, even if you did manage to increase by say 50%, 50% of nothing is still nothing!” she said.
“Oh please Mistress, look if you would only take me seriously for say just an evening, and let me prove to you that I am capable of fulfilling your needs…” I pleaded.
I was cut short by another slap around the face, and cackles of laughter.
“How dare you suggest you might even be up to the job of fulfilling My needs. I shall be the judge of that, remember your place slave!”
“I-I’m very sorry Mistress,” I apologized, “it’s just that, well, I-I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Oh, I think the poor slave’s in love with you?” suggested Marsha.
“Is he indeed.” replied the Online Mistress, quite unimpressed, “We shall see.”

I was ordered to buy another round of drinks, and kneel at Mistress’ feet while she flicked peanuts up into the air which I was supposed to try and catch in my mouth. If I missed one she would plant her pointed shoe into my groin quite forcefully to the mirth of Marsha and Fiona. The evening wore on and it got quite late. The ladies were in high spirits with the drinks they’d had, when Mistress suddenly had an idea.
“You know what I think we should do?” she announced, then whispered to her friends, who soon began to cackle evilly. they finished their drinks and advanced upon me menacingly. Marsha and Fiona each grasped one of my arms and with the Online Mistress leading the way, I was virtually frog-marched out of the bar, and up the stairs.
“Which room are you in slave?” asked Mistress.
“Um, number 17 Mistress.” I replied, rather nervously, wondering what they were up to?

They marched me up to my room, and Mistress fumbled in my pocket for my key. She opened the door and I was shoved inside. The three of them stood around me menacingly.
“Right, get your clothes off, stephen!” ordered Mistress.
“B-but…Mistress…please…” I replied bashfully, but with a single motion of her hand, signalled Marsha and Fiona to strip me. I clucked and shrieked but to no avail, as I was seized and had my trousers undone and unceremoniously yanked down, my shirt pulled over my head, and my boxer shorts almost ripped of. I soon stood in the corner of the room red-faced, covering my privates.
“Please ladies, look I think you’ve all had enough to drink tonight and this has gone far enough…” I said.

“Now first of all, I’m going to give you the opportunity to show what you can do with that pathetic little cock of yours.” said Mistress. “Lie on the bed!”
I lay down nervously feeling red-faced and humiliated at lying naked before three fully clothed females.
“Now take your cock in your hand and start pumping, I want you to show us what you can do with it.” she said.
Obediently I began to rub my cock. It rapidly became stiff and rigid as I pumped away. I felt very nervous. What if I felt I was about to cum? Was I supposed to? What if I came too quickly? Evidently Mistress wanted to see something to impress her, and this was my big chance! If I could pull off a good performance, maybe she would reconsider my advances?

I continued pumping. It wasn’t easy with the girls there giggling, sniggering and making rude comments. I also felt under extreme pressure as I so wanted to impress the Online Mistress. This and the girls distracted me and I found it hard to concentrate, especially with them all looking at me. I felt so humiliated. At least it stopped me ejaculating prematurely which had been my other fear. I rolled over on to my side and continued pumping. “Pump it hard slave, as if you’re fucking someone, not tickling yourself to death!” shouted Mistress. Thus spurred on I began to thrust my pelvis into my fist and my engorged head protruded, dark red through my fist. I began to gasp, and a look of tension appeared on my face. At this point my humiliation intensified as I became keenly aware of my nakedness, and degrading position. I felt a orgasm rising within me and determined that I must put on a good show for the Mistress, despite the mocking of her friends. I began to gasp and stutter, my muscles all tensed, my eyes felt as though they were about to bulge out, and my countenance looked as if I were in great distress, but I was almost in ecstasy.

The moment arrived and I rolled on to my back again groaning and pumping my cock furiously. I tried to really go wild, hoping to impress the Mistress as she sat watching showing no emotion. Suddenly there was a shriek of surprise followed by cackling, and a moment later I felt a wet, warm splash hit my shoulder and chest. It must have been my seed jetting into the air as I came. I squeezed every last drop out, and carried on after the orgasm had subsided, but this didn’t fool the Mistress. “All right you can stop now!” she called throwing a loo roll at me which landed in my groin and brought my ardour to an abrupt halt. I cleaned myself up, and awaited the verdict.
“What an over-acted performance.” suggested Marsha.
“But he did almost hit the lampshade with his spurt?” proposed Fiona.
“Probably the result of days of pent up frustration.” sneered Marsha.
“Like popping the cork of a Champaign bottle.” said Fiona.
The online Mistress said nothing.
“W-Was that Ok Mistress?” I asked.

Completely ignoring me, the Online Mistress went onto the balcony and untied the washing line which was strung up at one end. Dumping my clothes that were drying on it on the floor, she instructed Marsha and Fiona to restrain me while she tied the clothes line very tightly around my now flaccid cock. Not wishing to waste her favourite implements of torture the Mistress clipped the clothes pegs to my nipples and scrotum.
“No, no please what are you doing?!” I shrieked.
Marsha’s hand was slapped over my mouth to silence me, while the Mistress finished tying the rope.
“Right, hold him tightly girls!” she said “Here goes!”

The girls held me while the Online Mistress pulled hard on the rope. I let out a stifled shriek as burning pain suddenly erupted in my cock. “Noooo!” I wailed.
Mistress wrapped the rope around her wrist several times and with a gleeful look in the eye tugged lustily on the rope.
“Come on, let’s stretch that feeble little dick of yours slave. By god you’ll thank me for this one day!” she called.
I was being pulled in two directions with my cock in the middle. I struggled and shrieked, but all to no avail. I was terrified she would pull it off. Looking down the end had turned blue and it felt as though it was on fire.
“I won’t have any slave of mine walking round with a tiny cock.” she affirmed.
This treatment carried on for twenty minutes, after which Mistress suddenly let go and we all tumbled back onto the bed. I began to nurse my poor stretched cock, but was ordered to get up, stop acting like a baby and make some tea for them, while they sat on my bed and discussed their next move.

I had barely served tea, when I was seized again. This time Mistress threw the rope over a clothes hook attached to the wall and began to yank hard on it again. Marsha and Fiona sat cackling loudly while I danced on the end to the rope, beseeching the Mistress to have mercy. Mistress tugged away as hard as she could and the more I pleaded the more she stretched. The other ladies intervened when in order to relieve the agony of my burning cock I tried to grip the rope to stop it pulling.

“One more exercise for you before we depart tonight, stephen.” called the Mistress as she went out onto the balcony again. She looked over, as if sizing it up, then picked up a large carved stone ornament in the shape of a lion. Motioning for the girls to bring me out to her, Mistress took the end of the rope and tied it to the ornamental lion. It looked quite heavy, a few kilograms and I struggled to no avail to try and break free. The girls held me firmly against the balcony edge, Marsha’s hand still clamped firmly over my mouth, while Mistress placed the lion on the balcony wall. All at once I saw what she was going to do and tried to shriek and plead her not to, but my protests were muffled by Marsha’s hand.

Mistress stood in front of me, looking magnificent in her stunning blue dress. “So, you think you’re up to going out with me do you, stephen?” she said, and tickled my balls with her finger nail. I struggled frantically, but to no avail. “Well, you’ll need a much, much bigger cock than the one you’ve got now. Are you sure you still want to go out with me?” she said very slowly pushing the ornamental lion to the edge of the wall. I was frantic with fright! And terrified of what would happen if she pushed the lion off the wall, and it fell toward the ground before jerking to a halt, as it was attached to the rope around my cock. I tried to plead with her but my cried were muffled. My ears were filled with the giggling of her friends. All I could do was stare pleadingly at the Online Mistress as she slowly, inexorably slid the lion across the wall toward the edge. “Nooo! Nooo! Nooo!” I tried to scream. Would she really do it? Surely even the Mistress wouldn’t be that cruel? Would she? The lion now teetered on the bring of the wall. Tears of terror ran down my cheeks as I wondered whether the force of the fall would rip my cock off.

Mistress kept it teetering on the edge for some time and knocked it over a couple of times enjoying my jumps of abject terror as she did so. She even pushed it off and caught it one time, I was panic-stricken. At last she picked it up, and said “Oh, did diddums really think I was going to let this nasty weight drop and hurt your poor little willy?”

I relaxed somewhat as the danger subsided, and the girls released their iron grip on me. Gasping for breath I said “Oh, please Mistress, I wish you wouldn’t do things like that! I was terrified.”
“Yes, you did look a little worried.” she agreed with a look of satisfaction. “Anyway, it’s far too late and way past our bedtime, say goodnight girls we can humiliate stephen some more in the morning.”

I received a peck on the cheek from Marsha and Fiona who went back inside leaving the Mistress and I on the balcony. “I’ve decided to treat you to one single, small peck on my cheek for your troubles tonight stephen.” said the Online Mistress, baring her cheek toward me.
“Oh, thank you Mistress!” I exclaimed, feeling that my tortures throughout the evening were more than compensated for now. I eagerly stepped forward to kiss the Mistress on her cheek, when she suddenly flung the ornamental lion she was still holding, up into the air and over the edge of the balcony. “What?!…Nooo!” I shrieked, too late. Mistress was already moving past me when after a short, silent pause I felt the rope go taught, and a searing burning pain erupted in my cock as the full weight of the stone lion was transmitted up the rope to the base of my cock. It felt as though an elephant had stepped on it and I felt something snap in my cock.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGHH!!” I couldn’t help crying out into the night. The final tortured howl of a hapless slave.

As the Mistress passed through my apartment on her way out she paused to listen to my scream, and nodded to herself in satisfaction that the evening had finished on a satisfactory note. i.e. a scream of agony, which all the resort should have heard. Now there was no doubt the Online Mistress was abroad tonight.

By the time I had recovered my wits and summoned up the courage to look down to see if my cock was still attached, the Mistress was long gone. I was relieved to note I still had a cock, and quickly hauled up the ornamental lion, and unfastened the excruciatingly tight rope from around my poor red, raw, stretched cock. Staggering back inside I had to find some ice to bath my bruised cock in. I lay on the bed, still naked, fretting and gasping as I tended to my poor penis. I think a tendon must have snapped as it felt tender and sore, a black bruise appeared on it and it began to swell. I sobbed gently as I moved it from side to side, limp and lifeless. I suddenly realized that ironically, it did look longer than it had been at the beginning of the evening. Not surprising after all it had been through. I lay back gasping with my bell-end throbbing even when bathed in ice cubes. When I thought of the online Mistress it began to swell, and as a consequence it hurt mightily. I groaned in pain again. It was some time before I was able to relax and settle down. Eventually I drifted off into a disturbed slumber, full of awful cackling harpies, and dreadful cock tortures.

The following morning I awoke, and gingerly inspected my tender cock. It was swollen and bruised and getting an erection still caused a lot of pain. I wouldn’t be playing with it for some time, I realized. The Online Mistress had rendered me well and truly hors de combat. I had certainly strained something, and had to spend the morning resting it on a pillow, until I felt able to walk normally again. I began to reflect upon whether it had been wise to presume to try it on with the Online Mistress? I had naively sought to go out with her, and this had been my reward. Well, She coud do what she wanted with me, but at least I had tried, I thought.

Later on, I staggered down to the pool side, braving taunts and jeers from Marsha and Fiona, and their constant “little finger” signs at me. I spent a good deal of time bathing in the cool pool water as this was the only way to relieve the inflamed burning swelling on my cock. It had swollen twice it’s normal size, albeit with bruising and inflammation. Mistress assured me it would feel twice as good when I next came. Unfortunately I had to wait until I arrived home for that pleasure, as the swelling took a week to subside. But Mistress was right, there was a tender tingle whenever I got an erection, and came which lasted for some months to follow. It serves me right, I thought, I was a fool to have ever believed I could get away with trying to chat up the Online Mistress!

Here ends this sorry tale for the time being. I do hope you enjoy it Mistress. I really enjoyed writing it, although it did take a bit longer than I intended, so profuse apologies for keeping you waiting. I just hope it was worth it. As always, I look forward to your comments, and next task.

Yours most gratefully,

slave stephen.

Slave Stephen tortured by the Online Mistress

One Saturday morning I was, as usual, thinking of the Online Mistress. It wasn’t long before I was stretched out on my bed, naked and pumping my cock as hard as I could. As I was building to a glorious climax my phone began to ring. At first I ignored it, hoping whoever it was would go away or leave a message, but as it kept ringing I became distracted, and lost my concentration. Irritated I picked up the phone and said rather tersely, “Hello!”. There was a pause followed by a familiar voice which turned my blood ice cold. “Slave! It’s me, Online Mistress. I want to see you in 1 hour at this address….” , an address followed by the words “…now get moving!” this was followed by a click as the phone went dead.

I had hardly had time to stutter a reply. I sat on my bed gathering my wits, and recovering from the fright of being unexpectedly contacted by my Mistress. I felt a mixture of emotions all at once. Pride and honour at being summoned to serve by one’s Mistress, mixed with fear and terror as to what she might have in store for me? I stared down at my now flaccid cock; my Mistress’ previous comments about its small size rang in my ears. I’m afraid you will have to wait I thought, stroking it affectionately.

In a flash I was in and out of the shower, dressed and out the door, into my car and tearing up the road as fast as I dared. As I knew all too well, it didn’t do to keep the Online Mistress waiting! She had given me a cryptic GPS co-ordinate which I fed into my satnav. Following the directions it vocalized I noted it was taking me out into the countryside, through winding twisting lanes. Very soon I had no idea where I was, even though I was still in the same county.

After half an hour of this I found myself in the middle of a dismal fen, with nothing but flat farmland as far as the eye could see. The only thing that I could see was an old grey house in the midst of some trees, toward which my satnav seemed to be directing me. As I got nearer I was directed down a lonely lane which took me towards it. Looming up in the gloom of a grey winter’s day it looked quite foreboding, and I became very uneasy. Dark windows, a dull grey slate roof with bare brick walls. It reminded me somewhat of an old Victorian prison.

This was the place the Online Mistress had directed me to because my satnav was telling me to pull into the yard. As I did so I noticed one other car parked there. Nervously I climbed out and looked about me. I was in a yard surrounded by trees, and in the middle of nowhere. I felt utterly alone, and vulnerable. This couldn’t be the place surely? I had an uneasy feeling of being watched, though I couldn’t see a soul. Turning to regard the house I thought I saw movement at an upstairs window briefly? Then I saw what seemed to be a note nailed to the solid wooden front door.

I approached to investigate and froze when I saw the words Slave Stephen scrawled on the paper in large red letters. Something about the harshness of the script unnerved me. I now knew I was in the right place. Glancing warily about me I nervously took the note down and unfolded it. The note read:-

Step inside.
Remove all of your clothes and leave them.
Come upstairs.
End of hall.
Last door on right.
Stand in centre of room, facing window, hands on head.
Await Me thus.

I felt very uneasy and the ominous words I’M WATCHING YOU seemed to be emphasized by my surroundings.

The instructions were simple and clear. With a last glance over my shoulder I entered the house. I found myself in a large musty-smelling hallway with a red and black-tiled floor. There was a couch in front of me with red upholstery, next to the beginning of a staircase which wound upwards. There was a door to my left and the hall narrowed and continued just past it. The hallway was cold and dark. The walls were decorated with some mirrors and various other items – some deer’s heads, some old muskets and bayonets, a painting of a young woman from the early 19th century by the look of her clothing, some antique-looking dolls, candlesticks and other strange ornaments. All was as quiet as the grave. I noticed a CCTV camera high on the wall, trained at me. Again I doubted I was in the right place, although the note in my hand confirmed to me that I was. I felt strange, a little giddy, and wondered what I was letting myself in for?

Regaining my wits, I did as the note directed me. I took of my coat and shoes, and feeling very self-conscious took of my sweater and t-shirt, placing them on the red couch. Feeling quite embarrassed I unbuckled my belt and slipped off my trousers. I took of my socks, and gasped as my bare feet touched the cold tiled floor. Lastly I slid down my gray shorts and placed them on top of the pile of my clothes. I cringed and shivered, partly with the cold and partly out of fear, and rubbed my arms and chest for warmth. My cock and nuts had shrivelled to a tiny stub.

Retrieving the note I checked the next instructions. I stood at the foot of the stairs and glanced upwards. All seemed dim and dark up there as the curtains were drawn in the hall, and as the stairs turned left I couldn’t see much anyway. I stepped on to the first stair and there was a groaning wooden creak. I proceeded slowly up them and they creaked alarmingly under my weight. Surely anyone in the house would hear me and know where I was?

At the top of the stairs a narrow hallway ran to my right with several doors off of it. My instructions directed me to the end of the hallway to the last door on the right. I made my way cautiously down it, the occasional floorboard creaking. It was cold and dim up here too. Everything was still and silent. As I went down the hallway I noticed the doors had name plates on them. I passed the Abaddon Room, the Asmodeus Room, the Azazel Room, the Eblis, and the BelialI Rooms. These seemed strange names for rooms? And although I hadn’t even heard of the names before there was something quite disconcerting about them, although I couldn’t think why? I felt quite over-awed in my nakedness, with my cock shwagging awkwardly between my legs. Suddenly, I felt a cold draught which made the hairs on my legs and chest rise, and my nipples to tighten. I shivered again, cringing with my hands between my legs, I was feeling rather scared now, and my instincts started to tell me to turnaround, go back down the hallway, down the stairs, get dressed and leave, and never return! Oh, if only I had heeded them?! I had a strange sensation of being a sacrificial lamb, going to the slaughter. But, I had been summoned here by my Mistress, and I was fairly sure it was she who had left the note. It was certainly she to whom I had spoken earlier, of that there could be no doubt.

At last I reached the last room on the right. The name plate read simply ‘The Lilith Room’. The door was of sturdy oak, and I was rather unnerved to note two large black deadbolts, top and bottom! Although they were currently drawn back. Gulping back my anxiety, I twisted the latch and pushed the door open, peering cautiously inside.

Beyond was a rather plain looking room. No carpet just bare floorboards, plain off-white dingy coloured walls, with one large square window opposite the door. Stepping inside I noticed a black-wooden St Andrews cross against the left wall, and opposite that, leather covered table. I did not fail to notice the thick leather shackles hanging by strong chains from them. The door closed firmly by itself behind me, and I noticed that this was probably due to the large, strong black spring attached between it and the wall.
Rather perplexingly I noticed some hooks on the wall holding some unpleasant looking whips, and a number of other strange devices, including a lot of rubber tubing. There was an old metal bucket in one corner and a dingy old, bare single mattress below the window. The window was open and the cold winter air had thoroughly penetrated the room, I also noted it had bars! I felt distinctly uncomfortable in my present situation, and wondered what the Online Mistress had in store for me? Knowing her it wouldn’t be pleasant, and I girded myself up for a painful encounter.

As I stood in the middle of the room and placed my hands upon my head, I considered my predicament. I hope the Mistress is not too harsh with me; I couldn’t help thinking, for I already felt quite weak and very vulnerable. Part of me couldn’t wait to see her, resplendent in all her finery, but another part of me secretly dreaded or feared the coming encounter.

I stood for some moments gazing out of the window. Those bars looked quite solid. Beyond, I could see for miles, even on such a dismal grey day. All I surveyed was bare countryside. Nothing moved in the landscape, no cars, people, animals – nothing. It occurred to me that if I got into any trouble out here, there would be no one to call for help. The area was utterly deserted. I suddenly felt completely isolated and alone. Well, I tried to console myself; I shouldn’t really be in any real danger. I’d probably be humiliated, and given a good beating, then allowed to go home. Then I could finish that promising wank I was almost through when Mistress phoned.

I stood there with my hands on my head feeling quite ridiculous. It was freezing in here! I glanced down at my cock to note that it had shrivelled to a very short stub barely more than an inch long, and my nuts were also shrivelled and turning blue. Where was the Online Mistress?

I stood for some time nothing happened, and there was no sign of anyone coming either. I took the time to glance around the room, hoping to find some comfort in my surroundings. I noticed some very strange objects and supposed that the room doubled as a storage space as well as makeshift torture chamber? I noticed an old-fashioned style kettle and was glad to note that Mistress enjoyed a brew up during her sessions, although what were those plastic tubes for, attached to the spout stopper? There was an old car battery, no doubt for recycling, although why would it be upstairs instead of out in some shed? The terminals looked polished as if still in use and there were coated wires attached to the terminals. Strange? Something else caught my eye, up on a shelf a propane blow torch, no doubt for welding chains together if they snapped?

The more I looked about the room the more a sense of unease grew upon me. Were those small occasional blood spots I could see on the floor boards and walls? I wondered where the Online Mistress was. So far no sight nor sound of her, or anyone else for that matter. I had been standing there with my hands on my head for a good 20 minutes. Was this her idea of a joke? Maybe she just wanted to frighten me and fool me by seeing how long I would wait like that before realizing it was just a joke? I wouldn’t have put it past her; it would certainly amuse her to think of me going through all this only to find she wasn’t coming.

I took a step forward and peered through the window down into the yard. I was shocked to see my car had vanished! The other car was also gone! What?!!!! It suddenly dawned on me that maybe she meant to trap me out here take my car and dump it so I would have to walk for miles to find it. Of course! That was it! The whole thing suddenly became crystal clear to me. It just had been a trick! While I was standing up here supposedly waiting to serve my Mistress she had taken my car keys and driven it miles away! What a cunning woman I thought, well she had certainly tricked me alright. If she meant to frighten me that had worked to, all these implements had been left here for the purpose of terrifying me into believing she intended to put them to more malevolent uses. What a woman, I had to hand it to her; she had really set me up this time.

Then I thought Omigod, what if she took my clothes as well?!! Oh, god, what would I do?! Well, I would just have to wait until darkness before setting off. Oh my god, what a state to get into! I dropped my hands and spun round. I wasn’t going to waste another minute standing there freezing. I had to find out if my clothes were still on the couch where I’d left them? And start working out how I was to get home? I grinned to myself at the brilliance of the Online Mistress’ plan. She really knew how to mess with a slaves mind! I felt a tingle in my loins at her outrageous audacity.

I had taken two steps toward the door when it suddenly opened. I stopped dead in my tracks to be confronted by the Online Mistress herself. I was utterly speechless! “Going somewhere, slave?!” she asked sarcastically, hands upon hips. I stood rooted to the spot, open-mouthed unable to even blubber a reply. Mistress stood before me, hair drawn back in a pony tail giving her a somewhat harsh aspect. She wore an immaculate, short, black PVC raincoat, stockings and black knee length boots with evil looking spiked heels. All I could do was gape in awe and surprise.

“My instructions to you were perfectly clear. You were to await me with your hands upon your head facing the window, where you not?!” she demanded.
I wheeled round instantly and put my hands on my head. “Y-y-yes, M-Mistress, perfectly clear Mistress!” I bleated.
I heard the door close and the lock turn.
“So why do I find you walking toward the door, hmm? Did we forget something?” she enquired.
“Um, n-n-no M-Mistress, I really m-must apologise, y-you see I thought you had decided not to turn up after all…” I offered.
“I see, so you regard me as a liar and a cheat do you?” she asked provocatively.
”Good God Mistress, I wouldn’t even dream of suggesting….”
“SHUT UP!!!”

The Online Mistress came and stood in front of me. “You worthless little worm!” She spat in my face. I give you instructions in the most simplest form, only a few easy-to-read-words, short sentences, one per line telling you exactly what to do and you can’t even be trusted to follow them to the letter, can you.
“Y-yes Mistress, I mean, no Mistress.” I replied in a shaky voice, utterly ashamed at this dressing down by a young woman.
“You are just so pathetic it makes me sick.” She said waking behind me.
“I’m so sorry, Mistress. I misunderstood…” I was cut short by a slap round the back of my head.
“You have just earned yourself some serious punishment, slave!” she said.
“Y-yes Mistress.” I acknowledged.

There was a pause then I felt my right wrist grasped and wrenched violently behind my back. I gasped in pain as the Online Mistress jerked my wrist hard up behind my back. I was propelled with incredible force across the room toward the wall opposite and only avoided breaking my nose against it by sticking out my one free left hand. My cock however fared worse and impaled against the wall, and I let out a cry of pain. Her grip was like iron, and I felt a steel hand cuff slapped over my right wrist. A moment later she had done the same with my other wrist and I was helpless. She wasn’t even going to give me the chance to submit voluntarily, she was simply taking and enslaving me.

I was spun around and slapped in the face which knocked me off balance and I slid down the wall to the floor. Mistress aimed a vicious kick to my groin and her pointed boot caught my unsuspecting testicals square on. I howled in pain and felt an overpowering shock as the blow landed and a rising feeling of nausea afterwards. My groin ached all the way up to my kidneys and I doubled up on the floor coughing and groaning. While I lay there Mistress retrieved a black leather collar, slapped it around my neck, and did it up. She then used it to haul me to my feet.

“Up…you…get!” she said.

I stood, still doubled over, gasping for breath, knees together in a vain attempt to ease the pain from my burning testes.

“Stand up straight, slave!” she shouted.

I complied as best I could. Gasping and snivelling, whilst Mistress surveyed her handiwork. My cock had shrivelled back to a tiny nub again after this treatment. Seeing this she said. “Look at your pathetic little worm.”

I glanced down, and reddened with embarrassment at what I saw. Stroking her chin thoughtfully she mused “Hmm, we shall have to shave your privates before we begin.”
“Um, I’d rather not if you don’t mind mistress?” I quaked, terrified of what anyone might think if I went for a medical exam or into a public changing room. Mistress simply ignored my protestations and shoved me on to the leather covered table behind me. She strapped my legs apart and when out. I stared down at my privates and their covering of pubic hair, imagining what it would look like all gone. No, I didn’t want them shaved. I struggled but to no avail as I was strapped up too tightly.

Soon Mistress returned with a bowl of water, some shaving foam and to my horror a large old-fashioned cut throat razor and placed them on the table next to me. “Hmm, it’s cold, time to shut the window I think.” She said moving to close the window. Mistress sponged my privates with hot water and I howled in pain. “Don’t be such a baby!” I was ordered.

She sprayed some foam in her hand and slapped it against my balls, “AAARGGH!” I squawked in pain. Once they were well covered she unfolded the cut-throat razor. It had a large evil looking blade which she proceeded to sharpen very carefully testing it on a hair she plucked from my chest. “Mmm, nice and sharp” she said lustily, with a harsh look in her eye. I stiffened up.
“Now, please Mistress, be very careful with that thing. It’s dangerous and…”
“SHUT UP, SLAVE!” I was interrupted. “You just sit very still and pray I don’t cut anything other than your pubes off.”
I had no choice but to obey. She grasped my cock firmly placed the razor against it and paused. I nearly fainted, as the image conjured up one of castration.
“For God’s sake be careful!” I squeaked quaking nervously.
Mistress scrapped the blade firmly against my shaft, and I squawked terrified “Please Mistress, not so hard!”
Mistress frowned at me grabbed a flannel and stuffed it into my mouth. “Make sure it doesn’t come out” she warned “or you will lose your balls.”
I sat gasping, clucking and squealing as Mistress made bold firm strokes with the razor blade up and down the shaft of my penis, then over the surface of my scrotum. I hardly dared breath and at times closed my eyes. I bit into the flannel occasionally when she scrapped too hard “MMPPPHH!!!” I received a slap round the face. “You idiot, you almost made me slip!”

After that I hardly dared to breath.

Eventually, it was done. Mistress rinsed my privates with water and dried them for me with a towel. My cock responded by swelling and stiffening and once they were dry she inspected her fine work. There all smooth and naked now. She tickled my balls then took my cock in her hand, pressed her thumb against its head and gave two quick jerks on it for good measure. Though brief, these two jerks were enough to inspire an almost instant orgasm, I felt my sperm begin to run up my shaft and had she not released my cock when she did I think I would have faced the embarrassment of a premature ejaculation, such was the effect of the Online Mistress on me. I sat there for agonizing moments as my potential orgasm subsided.

“Right off you get, buster!” she said unstrapping my legs and hauling me off the table by my collar. Let’s see how smooth your nuts are now and she squeezed my balls so tightly that I though one would burst. “OOOOWW!” I yelled and cringed, my balls aching again.

“Oh, poor Stephen” she said suddenly striking an air of mock sympathy. She stepped up to me and put her arms around my neck almost affectionately. “We, that is I, am going to have such fun together this weekend. I’ve brought you out here so that I can give you my complete undivided attention. You really are such a lucky slave aren’t you?”
“Y-yes Mistress” I replied still struggling to come to terms with how easily she had restrained me. “I am going to violate and excruciate you beyond belief, Stephen. Feel free to scream if you want to. No one will hear you but it may help you to deal with your pain better.”
“Uh, p-please mistress,” I asked, “W-What are you going to do to me?”
She simply touched her nose conspirationaly and said “Now let’s get started.”

With that she brought her knee up hard into my groin, and I let out a yell of pain and folded to my knees again groaning in pain. My already swollen balls were on fire and I wondered if they had been permanently damaged?

Ignoring my pain Mistress set to work. She rolled me over onto my stomach as though I were a mere lump of meat. She put her hands between my legs, grasped my cock and unceremoniously wrenched it back between my legs. “AAARRGHH!” I yelled. She pinned my legs and strapped my ankles together with a buckled leather strap, and fastened this to an iron ring in the floor. Next she attached a chain to my handcuffs and fastened this to a ring in the wall. All I was able to do was to gasp in discomfort and fight down my rising nausea. My balls were throbbing.

Mistress next grasped my balls and wrapped a shoelace round and round and round them, pulling it very tight so they were both stretched and protruding between my legs behind me. “Oh! No!” I yelled. She then shoved me in the back and I fell forward, and then jerked to a halt as the chain around my handcuffs held. I was kneeling leaning forward in a most uncomfortable position, and I groaned, whined and gasped in discomfort and pain.

Mistress bent next to me and attached two crocodile clips attached to a chain to both of my nipples “Ouch! Ouch! No! Please!” I shouted. Mistress simply giggled, pulled the wickedly tight and attached the chain to another floor ring. “AAAARRGHH! NO!” I yelled, as my nipples were pinched and stretched simultaneously.

If I thought this was uncomfortable, she wasn’t finished yet. To my utter horror and amazement she fetched a metal device from a drawer. It was a kind of clamp and looked like a pair of callipers. To my horror she took hold of my tiny cock and slid one end of the device into the eye of my penis and up my urethra. I felt intense pain and violation all in one instant, and this in addition to the pain I was already in caused me to let out an unadulterated scream of pain.

That was nothing to the scream I unleashed when she clamped it shut and the spring drove the other spiked end into the bare flesh of my penis. “AAAAAAIIIIII!!!” I howled, “What are you doing to me?!” I screamed. Mistress didn’t answer, but tittered naughtily, attached a small chain to the callipers and pulled on it. I let out an awful scream as my cock was stretched with a metal rod inserted up my urethra and a metal spike embedded in the bare flesh of my penis.

“Oh! God! NOOOO! NOOO! Help! Someone help me!” I screamed. Mistress looked unperturbed.
“No one will hear you.” Was all she said with a smirk of pleasure? The demonic woman then attached the chain to my ankle strap, and I was now in agony. I was in a ridiculously uncomfortable position. Kneeling on a hard wooded floor, naked, suspended by a chain from my arms stretched out behind me, my nipples being stretched in front of me, my balls stretched tightly and my poor cock clamped in the most cruel and inhumane way.

“There, let’s see how you like that Stephen, hmm.” She said with an air of satisfaction.
I was gasping in short breaths in utter agony.
“Oh! Please Mistress, let me go! Just let me go, I can’t bear it anymore!” I cried.
“The thing is Stephen,” said the Online Mistress, “when you’re all strapped up at my mercy like that, you’ll just have to bear it, won’t you.” And she pinched my cheek as she would a child.

I was left in this awful position while the Mistress stood and examined some of her whips. I lost sight of her behind me and concentrated on trying my best to alleviate the pain. I had made a grave mistake coming here I thought. She was utterly sadistic. I closed my eyes and bit back a sob of pain.

The next moment I felt a slap and searing pain across my buttocks. I screamed again. Then I felt another and another. As I struggled to lessen the impact of the blows my nipples stung murderously and my poor cock burned white hot with pain. “No! NO! Stop! Please Mistress, stop!” I screamed, but she didn’t stop. She lashed me harder, and she lashed my balls which were protruding between my buttocks too. I screamed and screamed, full on as loud as my lungs could let me, but Mistress didn’t stop. She seemed to enjoy the sound of my screaming and the look of agony on my face and she just kept going. “Somebody help me, please!” I screamed through gritted teeth when I realized it was no use begging the Online Mistress.

She even beat my cock. The merciless bitch I thought (please forgive me, Mistress!). As if it wasn’t in enough pain she beat my cock! I almost passed out with pain, but she wasn’t even finished then. She presented to me a whip which had on its end a rubber ball of hard plastic spikes. She made me kiss it, then walked behind me and paused. “No! Mistress please!” I yelled “Whatever it is your going to do stop! I’ve had enough! I can’t take anymore, do you hear? Please Mistress, for god’s sake!” I sobbed.

I heard a faint titter, and then felt an awful blow against my testicals. The scream I emitted was entirely genuine, and done at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t believe what she had just done to me. She had wacked my already strapped up balls with the spiked rubber ball on the end of the whip. I choked and sobbed after the scream, and then she hit my balls with it again “AAAAAAAAAIAAIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!” I screamed. Struggling my nipples burned my cock felt as though it was being cut through as I yanked it through my struggles, attached as it was to my ankles, and my balls not only ached from the blow, but my testes felt as though they’d been pierced by the spikes.

Satisfied this was painful enough Mistress next got hold of a metal vibrator. I was far too preoccupied with my pain from nipples and cock and throbbing balls to take note of what she was up to now. I felt a cool smear of Vaseline applied to my anus, and the next moment the head of the metal vibrator was thrust into my anus. “NO! NOO! NO!! ENOUGH!! ENOUGH!!” I cried, but all I heard was that annoying titter again. Soon the metal vibro was inserted deeply in my anus and I felt its chill violation against my swollen prostate gland. This was actually a relief from the torture she had heaped upon me up until now, and I was almost thankful for it.

That is until she switched it on. For then I realized it was not a vibrator at all. It was an electrical shocking device, able to deliver its payload not to an outer body area, but to an extremely sensitive inner one, namely my rectum. Once again I screamed at the top of my lungs, and Mistress chortled “Owff!” in enjoyment of such exquisite pain.

Now I was suspended by a chain, my nipple being clamped and stretched in front of me my cock secured by a spiked clamp and attached to my ankles, and my balls stretched protruding between my legs, and a metal dildo inserted into my rectum with electrical shocks being delivered through it at the touch of a button. I was in hell, but as far as Mistress was concerned she had just got me where she wanted me. Now she stood behind me and played on me like an instrument. In one hand she held the control switch for the electric dildo, in the other the spiked-ball whip.

She paused momentarily, as a conductor does before she orchestrates a musical composition. All the while I gasped and sobbed in agony. Then she began to play on me. First a blow with the spiked-ball to the testicals, then a second or two with the electrics, then a blow, then electrics, wack, switch, switch, wack, switch, wack, wack, wack, electrics, electrics, electrics, wack, wack, wack, electrics, electrics, long pause then long electrics, wack!,wack!,wack! electrics, electrics, electrics, electrics, electrics, wack,wack,wack. All the while I screamed in agony quite unashamedly, I howled, wept, and begged her to stop, but I was kept in agony until the Online Mistress was happy, and then on a lot longer. After all she hadn’t gone to all that trouble for 5 minutes worth of pleasure had she?

Out came a whip with thin tails and what looked like steel balls “Nooo! For God’s Sake nooooo!” I screamed but this was applied all over my flesh until I stung and burned all over and had red welts and blood dripping from numerous tiny wounds. She didn’t even spare my cock or balls or nipples which I found psychologically hard to bare. I was in utter terror of my life and couldn’t escape. I was sobbing by now quite uncontrollably as the pain was so intense and I had almost passed out a couple of times. Indeed if she hadn’t eased up when she did I think I would have done. She had reduced me to a twitching lump of raw meat, and she wasn’t satisfied yet.
The Online Mistress bent close to me to check me over. I was bathed in sweat and my hair was wet with it. I am ashamed to say my cheeks were streaked with tears and I found it so humiliating to look her in the eye after what she had done to me. I had bruised welts and tiny blood spats all over me too. Mistress took a cold sponge and soothingly wiped my face of sweat and tears. I was still in agony, my nipples cock and balls were numb with pain now, perhaps the adrenalin had blocked off the pain to an extent? “Oh, you poor dear” she said mockingly as she wiped my tears away.

I took the opportunity to try and reason with her. “Look please Mistress, I just can’t take this anymore. Please, you have to let me go!”
“Can’t take it Stephen?” she replied, “Why what do you think will happen when you can’t take anymore?”
“I-I don’t know Mistress, all I know is that I cannot stand such intense pain any longer, you’ll kill me. My cock is pierced and damaged; please I don’t want to lose it! And my balls…” I broke off into sobs again.
The stern voice of the Online Mistress addressed me.
“Your cock is fine, so it may have been pierced, and your balls are a little bruised, but nothing that can’t be repaired with a little rest and recuperation. Don’t be such a pathetic sissy.”
“Please Mistress,” I persisted, “You don’t understand, I’ve reached my limit. I’m in agony.” I implored.
“It is you who do not understand Stephen, dear. I am going to take you beyond your limits. You only think you’re finished, and perhaps you are psychologically in that weak male brain of yours, but I intend to demonstrate to you just how much punishment the human body can take.” She replied.
“Please mistress, not on my body!” I croaked.
“Now enough of this, you’re acting like a silly little schoolboy, Stephen.” Said Mistress, “If you don’t be quiet I shall have to gag you, and then you’ll struggle to breathe properly as well.”
I let out a pathetic wail, and really did sound like a pathetic schoolboy.

“Now back to business!” said the Online Mistress gaily. She went to a drawer and came back with some long thin needles. They were about 6 inches long. She showed them to me quite deliberately. “My god, what are you going to do with those?” I demanded incredulously. She said nothing but reached down to my numb cock. “Ah! Ah! No!” I cried shaking my head. “No! Not my cock! Please Mistress!” I yelled. I only expected her to prick my cock with the needle, but her purpose was more sinister than that. She placed a cork on the end of the needle, and then took the head of my penis firmly in her hand. It was already in agony with the calliper type clamp piercing it. What she did next almost made me faint.

The Online Mistress pressed the needle into the head of my penis, as she did so I screamed but she pushed it right through and it came out the other side. I screamed and screamed and screamed. I felt sick, I was in agony not only from the latest wound inflicted on my already traumatized privates, but from the other places still clamped or stretched as I struggled madly. “Heehehehee!” she giggled like a naughty schoolgirl, while I screamed my head off. As I did so she went to the electrical switch and activated the electrode in my anus so my rectum received a blast of volts, which sent my screaming to new heights.
“Demon!” I choked, finally as the pain subsided enough for me to breath.
Mistress simply put on a mocked hurt face and pouted at me. I was in a daze of agony and she seemed to thrive on my distress.
I carefully tried to look down at my poor impaled cock. I caught sight of the needle protruding from the head of my cock with a small trickle of blood running down my foreskin.
“Oh, god, what have you done to my cock?!” I shrieked. “What have you done to my cock?” I began to sob.
Mistress was kneeling in front of me again. “Stephen look at me!” she ordered.
I looked up through tear-stained eyes. She slapped my face and said “I am getting tired of your silly little outbursts.” She held up a ball gag, if you continue to be a spineless wretch then I’m afraid I shall have to gag you. “No! No! No! Please don’t do that!” I begged, “Please Mistress, no more.”
“Tut-tut, I’m warning you.” She sang.

The Online Mistress produced another needle. Through gritted teeth I seethed “No! No more! For god’s sake woman!”
Undeterred, she grasped my balls “Oh! For god’s sake NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I beg you! Mistress! I’ll do anything in the world for you! Not this!! NOOOO!!!” I screamed.
She allowed me to make my case to her, gave me a fair hearing, and then calmly pushed the needle through my scrotum until it too pierced the other side. I screamed and screamed again, as she giggled. Once against that arch-demoness flicked the switch on the electrode and my rectum buzzed with voltage, she also took my penis and shook it to cause pain by moving the wounded tissues, she even gleefully slapped my nipples as I screamed and screamed and broke down sobbing. Tears rolled from my eyes straight down onto the wooden floor boards.
“Oh please take them out!” I groaned, but Mistress took hold of the needle through my scrotum and wiggled it gently. This was enough to cause me to cavort and howl wrenching the nipple clamps off of my nipples. I was relieved to get rid of them.

I was in a world of hell. I understood now hwy she had brought me to such an isolated spot. She wanted to torture me and go on inflicting pain on me as long as it amused her to do so. My feelings were of no consequence, the Online Mistress was not only in charge but well and truly in control, I was too tightly restrained by leather and steel to do anything. I wasn’t going anywhere unless she allowed me to. I wondered what time it was, it must have been mid-afternoon by now. Surely she would let me go soon? Before dark?

The Online Mistress produced another needle. “Oh, god!” I sighed, sobbing as she grinned at me with demonic delight. She pinched my left nipple and pressed the needle through until it came out the other side “AAARRGHH! ARRRRGGHH!” I screamed, then “Gag me! Gag me! Please gag me!” I found myself begging her. This was because the pain was so unbearable I needed something to bite into to take my mind away. Mistress understood this and lustily fastened a thick rubber tube-shaped gag into my mouth. This allowed me to bite down on it and somehow this helped me to tolerate the pain she was inflicting on me.

She wiped my eyes almost affectionately, and then produced another needle. I sobbed into my gag shaking my head. She pinched my right nipple, then pierced and slid the needle through it. I screamed again though my scream was much muted, and she seemed to enjoyed a muted scream no less than a full blown one. In fact the stifling of it seemed to stimulate her even more.

I felt thoroughly wretched, pierced in nipples, my cock and scrotum, not to mention the other indignities she had heaped upon me. Mistress stood up and slid the old car battery over to me. God only knew what she intended with that. I soon found out. She attached the wires from the electrodes to the needles in my nipples and I cavorted, jerked and thrashed screaming into my gag as my newly-pierced nipples erupted in searing pain. She had a switch fixed on an old block of wood which she used to turn the current on and off. She played with me flicking the switch on and off enjoying my reaction each time. She also beat my balls again, which horrified me as I still had a needle in my scrotum. She then attached the wires to that needle and enjoyed my cavorting thus caused. Nor did she forget the needle through my cock. By the time she was finished tears were rolling down my cheeks freely.

Darkness had long since fallen when she finally undid the chain that held my arms to the wall. I slumped to the floor in agony as blood ran back into cramped limbs. Unhitching the chain binding my cock to my ankles she dragged me across the floor and dumped me on the old mattress. She did not remove the needles or untie me. She did however un-gag me so I could breathe easier.
“Can’t I go home now, Mistress?” I implored.
“No, I haven’t finished with you yet” she replied, and left me in darkness.

I sobbed in despair after she left the room. I was handcuffed; my balls were still bound tightly and swollen from the beating they’d received. My cock was still clamped in some metal calliper which went up my urethra, and I was still pieced with 6” (albeit very thin) needles through my nipples, cock and scrotum. My ankles were still bound. As the adrenalin of the day’s torture session began to finally wear off I underwent another pain barrier, as my wounds began to fret me. I was severely uncomfortable, I couldn’t get free to remove the torture devices still attached to me, and I couldn’t relax either. I tried frustratingly trying to break out of, and then squeeze out of the hand cuffs but it was just impossible. Leather and steel kept me imprisoned. It was so frustrating as I knew if I could just get free I could relieve myself of the instruments causing me intense pain. Even as I thrashed about helplessly on the mattress my wounds burned all the more for my struggles.

If only she’d tied me with my hands in front, then I’d have a hope, but behind my back as they were I had no hope. I slumped back on the mattress frustrated and more in pain than ever. I thought of the Online Mistress, perhaps in another room, enjoying a bath, perhaps watching TV, sipping a glass of wine while I lay here in agonizing pain. What a fool I’d been eagerly hastening to my own torture. And when was she going to let me go??!!

Several hours later the door creaked open and I saw a flickering light. My heart leapt into my mouth and I began to breathe rapidly. I saw the silhouette of a woman holding a candle. My god had she come to torture me some more or to release me? I hardly dared hope?

It was the Online Mistress and I was shocked to note she was wearing a only a black, almost see-through, baby-doll night dress. She came over to where I lay and knelt beside me. I was shuddering with fear wondering what she was going to do. She had let her hair down and it fell about her shoulders. I couldn’t help but admire her perfect breasts, figure and legs in the candle light. She looked so attractive. So much so that I momentarily forgot my predicament and allowed my cock to swell. This instantly produced searing pain in my cock from the needle there and the clamp. I gasped and groaned. Mistress put her finger to her lips and made a “Shhh” sound.
“Relax now Stephen, you’re tired and have had a long tiring day.” She said in a soothing voice. I groaned painfully.
“Come now let me ease your suffering a little.” She said. I regarded her warily. She sat next to me on the mattress and gently rubbed my stomach. Again I cringed as my cock swelled and the clamp and needle shifted. It was impossible due to the pain for me to get a full erection.

To my surprise and relief Mistress undid the clamp on my cock and slid it out from my urethra. I squealed in pain as it came out. That still left the needle in and I dreaded that coming out. Mistress didn’t try to remove it however. She sat and spoke quietly to me for a while. When I had stopped groaning I felt her hand move down to my groin. It felt for my limp cock carefully and gently began to rub it “Ah! Ah! Ow!” I gasped but she gently shushed me again. I lay there with the strange feeling of pain in my cock but the warm feeling of being gently masturbated. I couldn’t help looking at the Online Mistress, how beautiful she looked. I must remember her like this I thought. I felt cool fingers tickle my testicles and these too felt a combination of pain and pleasure. Some time passed and Mistress’ gentle rhythmic pumping of my cock began to get the better of the needle pain. My cock became hard and stiff and I felt the pain from the needle even more however the pleasure from Mistress’ masturbation was just ahead of it.

It took some time but slowly, painfully I felt myself building toward an explosion. But how could I possible cum with a needle through my cock. It seemed impossible but that is exactly what was happening. I began to dread the mounting orgasm, and groaned, whimpered and even sobbed once or twice. I looked pleadingly at the Online Mistress who looked down upon me calmly. The next moment it took me and I arched back in an impossible combination of pain and pleasure. Indeed I flashed from one moment of intense pain to the next of total pleasure. I gritted my teeth and writhed on the mattress not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Mistress kept a firm hold of my cock as I began to cavort uncontrollably beside her, thrashing from side to side. A mass of unintelligible sounds emanated from me and it was hard to tell which emotion they represented, so closely intertwined they were. I snorted one moment sobbed the next, and soon I felt my sperm making its way inexorably up my shaft and jetting into the air in evenly-spaced spurts to land on my stomach. Mistress generously pumped after to push out the last dregs, as I lay gasping for breath on the mattress. I recalled that this had been how the day had started, although I never dreamed it would be the Online Mistress herself giving me the honours. What a price I had paid for it though? My own sweat, blood, tears, and unimaginable agony and an impossible combination of pain and pleasure at the end, but that was what life was like if you were honoured to be the slave of the Online Mistress.

My bonds prevented me from reaching out to her and just as well, because pushing my luck in such circumstances would have been utterly foolish. I felt like the male Black Widow spider when it tries to mate, one false move and it gets eaten by the female. “T-Thank you, Mistress.” I offered tentatively as she wiped her hands on my chest hair. She simply ignored me, and began unfolding a clear plastic bag that she had brought with her.

I shifted awkwardly and tried to face her better. By now she had unfolded the bag. She lifted my head and made me sit up, which I did awkwardly. The next moment she sat astride me and the clear plastic bag went over my head! I felt her tighten it behind my neck and saw condensation as my breath touched the plastic. The next moment I inhaled and what little air was in the bag disappeared down my lungs, pulling the plastic tight about my face. Suddenly I couldn’t inhale anymore. She pulled my head against her bosom and continued her firm grip on the bag. The happy place where my head now was completely lost on me as I fought for air. I gasped and gasped but no air came into my lungs! I tried to call out but my face was pressed against Mistress’ breasts. I was terrified, handcuffed and strapped up at the ankles as I was I just couldn’t do anything. The Online Mistress held me in a vice like grip. I couldn’t believe it! She was going to suffocate me! Was she completely mad? Some kind of female serial killer? I felt myself going dizzy, I tried to struggle with the little remaining oxygen in my blood remained, but I was too firmly bound. No, this can’t be I thought, I’m going to die at the hands of the Online Mistress! I really had made a big mistake! Just as I thought I was about to black out the bag was ripped off my head and I felt the cool air on my face as I desperately tried to fill my lungs with oxygen. I managed 2 or 3 gasps and then it was over my head again, and again I was pinned fighting for oxygen. The process was repeated on me several times, and the Online Mistress seemed to be enjoying my near death-throes.

Finally she stopped. “Did you think you were going to die, slave?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress” I managed to croak.
“Good.” She said. She picked up the candle, and walked out.

I spent a painful night on the mattress, with very little sleep. When I awoke I felt as though I had a hangover. My wounds from the previous day sang out instantly to let me know they were still there and I groaned in pain. I also groaned when I realized I was still a prisoner of the Online Mistress, and still her torture victim. God, what awful things awaited me today? I thought in stark terror. It wasn’t long before the door opened, and the Online Mistress came in. She was dressed in ordinary clothes. “I was going to torture you some more today,” she announced quite matter-of-factly, “but luckily for you something else has come up, and I have to leave. You may leave when you are able.” And she turned and left the room. I was dumbfounded. Just as the door was about to close it opened again.

“Oh, before I forget,” she said holding out something in her hand, “The keys to your handcuffs.” And she dropped them on the floor. I heard her footsteps go down the hallway, and soon afterwards I heard a car start up in the yard outside below and the sound of tyres slowly moving across gravel. As the engine sound faded into the distance, I suddenly realized I was completely alone.

It was Sunday morning, the Online Mistress had left, but I was still bound tightly on the old mattress. I felt weak from the exertions of the past 24 hours, and still in agony from my wounds. There was no one to help me and I realized I had to try and make it to the keys she had dropped. Slowly, groaning painfully every inch of the way I slowly eased myself off of the mattress. I noticed last night’s sperm still caked to my stomach and chest. I began to push myself along with my legs, squealing each time I caught a splinter in my naked flesh of disturbed a needle in my nipples, cock or scrotum.

After 20 mins I reached the handcuff keys and began to fumble desperately with them to try and unlock them. It was really hard as my hands were numb, and after half an hour I had still made no progress. I began to sob thinking I’d never get out, and I really didn’t want to still be there if the Online Mistress returned, and blow my chance for freedom. I forced myself to relax a few minutes then proceeded more slowly and with less desperation.

At last I got the key in and managed to turn it enough. I was over-joyed when they finally undid from my left wrist, and almost sobbed for joy. I rubbed my wrists to get the circulation back into them, and then tentatively reached down to undo the leather strap around my ankles. To my horror it was padlocked and couldn’t be removed without a key. I groaned at this new set back but determined that I would need to search for the key or find something to free them with. Before I did that though I had to remove the needles.

I spent the next hour painfully, agonizingly easing the needles out first from my nipples, then my cock then my scrotum. I rolled around the floor groaning in agony and sobbing as each one finally came out. The pain was unbelievable, my torture continued even though the Mistress had long since departed.

Finally I was in a position to try and stand up, although my ankles were still firmly strapped together. I felt dizzy and weak and had to be careful. I didn’t wasn’t to fall and kill myself. When ready, all I could do was hop about the room from point to point checking in drawers and cabinets for keys. I found some but none fitted. What I found in some cabinets and cupboards I’d rather not say, but let’s just say that I had been very lucky indeed that the Online Mistress had been called away. I shuddered thinking I had spent the night in the same room as some of those torture devices I found.

Despairing of finding a key, the only option I had was to try and hop through the house to find something to cut through the leather with? This proved difficult and time-consuming. I made it out of the Lilith torture room where I had just spent an agonizing 24 hours. I began to hop down the hall way. It was just so painful. My nipples were bruised and hurt when I hopped and worst of all my cock was flapping up and down literally beating my balls, both of these parts having suffered Piercing by the Online Mistress’ needles in their turn. I had to hold on to my cock and balls as I hopped, and realized what a ridiculous sight I must have looked on the CCTV camera. I wondered if it was recording?

Travelling down the hallway was very painful, all the doors being locked. The stairs were easier to negotiate as I could hold on to the banisters and ease myself down gently. I made it to the bottom and on to the freezing floor tiles. I looked at the couch; my clothes were nowhere to be seen. I gave a huff of frustration. After pausing for a rest I began to hop across the hallway, again I had to hold my cock and balls to stop them shwagging painfully against each other and inflaming their already painful wounds. Time was getting on. I think it had been about 3 hours since the Online Mistress had left, and here I was still a prisoner in this awful house.

When the Online Mistress had dropped the keys to my handcuffs on the floor of the Lilith Room I had glimpsed my salvation, but it was proving much harder to realize than I had thought. What terrified me the most was the thought of the Online Mistress returning before I had got away, as she might seize upon the opportunity to re-imprison me, and put me through some further agonizing tortures, and after what I had seen lurking in those cupboards upstairs I was determined not to miss my opportunity of escape. I just couldn’t bear the thought of going through that ordeal again or worse, especially in my now wounded state. I just wanted to get home, and try to forget this awful experience!

I found what appeared to be a dining room and hopped around it looking for something to undo my padlocked ankle strap. No luck. After freezing in terror momentarily having thought I heard a noise, I continued my search with mounting desperation.

I next hopped into the kitchen, and rifled the drawers looking for a sharp knife. Finally I found one and thrust it carefully between my ankles and began sawing through the tough, thick leather. I was impressed at just how strong the leather was, and prayed there was no strengthening wire inside it. Christ, the Online Mistress certainly never meant for me to break loose from this ankle strap I thought as I sawed desperately. It was difficult and tiring work, especially in my weakened state, and I had to sit down on the cold tiles and grip the knife in both hands to saw. It took a lot of effort, and I began to despair again “Come on! Come on!” I almost shrieked through gritted teeth.

Eventually I was through, but it had taken ages just to get this far. It was now past lunchtime. Why was I still here??!! I massaged my ankles and paced about getting the feeling back into my feet. I gulped down some water and crammed a few biscuits into my mouth for strength. There was other fare, but I wasn’t going to waste time making a meal, even if it did help revive me. I could eat all I wanted when I got home I just wanted to get away from this house!

The next problem to confront me was where were my clothes and more importantly my car keys, and even my car!!! I had supposed the Online Mistress had disposed of it some distance away, but couldn’t know for sure. Anyway now that my ankles were free as well as my wrists I could search the house more easily. Search as I may I couldn’t find my clothes anywhere, and sobbed in frustration. “Why am I still here?!” I implored the ceiling.

The afternoon wore on. God it had been morning when the Online Mistress had left, half an hour later and I should have followed her I thought incredulously. Where had she hidden my clothes? I had to search upstairs again, but all the upstairs doors were locked. I gave up looking for my clothes and began searching for my car keys. As my desperation mounted, I forced myself to think rationally. The Online Mistress seems to have intended that I leave, perhaps she hadn’t hidden them as I began to suspect, but had left them in some logical place. I checked the hall table and drawers, no luck. It was beginning to get dark outside, and my desperation was reaching new heights. I was going through the kitchen drawers for the seventh time when I noticed my car keys hanging on a cup hook, alongside my house keys. “Oh! Thank god!” I cried “Now for freedom at last!”

But I stopped dead. Clothes! I couldn’t return home naked! I needed to find some clothes. I scoured the house again, there was no sign of my clothes, and the only ones I found were a peach coloured blouse and pencil skirt. I couldn’t possibly wear these any anyway, they probably belonged to the Online Mistress and god only knew what she’d do to me if I took them. I eventually found a white tea towel which when wrapped around my waist barely covered my private parts. At least it was dark outside, maybe I could sneak in without the neighbours seeing me?

Armed with little more than this plan I opened the front door and stepped out into the yard. It was cold and wet, and I was freezing. My car was nowhere to be seen. I tiptoed barefoot across the gravel toward an old barn. I froze in terror when a security light came on and lit me up for all to see. I managed to get the barn door open and inside was my car. “Thank god!” I thought. Pushing the doors wide I hopped in and started her up. It was awkward driving in bare feet, and freezing cold, so I turned up the heater. I reversed out, closed the doors, and as I hopped back in the car I paused a moment to look up at the barred window of the Lilith room. I would never forget my 24 hour ordeal in that room, or what tortures the Online Mistress inflicted upon me up there. I would surely have the scars for some time. Well, I only had myself to blame, thinking with my cock had got me in to a very painful situation, which I was lucky to be over.

I was soon one my way home, but couldn’t help thinking about the Online Mistress and what she had done to me. I felt so ashamed, insignificant and humiliated. She had made me scream and scream like I had never done before. She had inflicted such pain and terror on me that I had sobbed uncontrollably like a child. How humiliated I felt thinking about it. How could I ever look myself in the mirror again knowing what a grovelling wretch she had turned me in to? She made me cry like a baby, and yet looking at myself she had been right. I was battered, bruised and even pierced in the wrong places, but no permanent damage had been done. I would soon recover.

There was something else too. During my 24 hour ordeal I had been utterly dependent upon her. She could have killed me if she wanted to or done anything with me she liked. The feeling of her absolute control over me under those circumstances remained, and seemed to hang over me like a ball and chain. Though I was now free, I secretly knew that I was not free at all. I knew that I was the well and truly enslaved puppet of the Online Mistress. I knew now that my will was no longer strong enough to resist hers!