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Part Four
I washed up and got dressed in a nice sweater and skirt. I even put on bobby socks and flats. In the great room. Mom had Mikey still bent over the horse. He seemed to be in a dull trance. Mom stepped away and motioned for me to spank him. He didn’t react when I caressed his butt lightly, but his head jerked up when I slapped it.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded. I smacked him hard for that. Mom nodded approvingly.
“Don’t speak unless I give you permission,” I told him.
“Screw you dammit!” he shouted. “Untie me.”
“Uh oh,” I said. “That calls for punishment.”
Mom handed me whip. It was fairly light. I shook my head and selected a longer one.
“I told you not to speak,” I said sweetly. Then I slashed the whip across his thighs.
Mikey screamed like a girl and my pussy went hot! I hit him again and he struggled so hard that the horse almost tipped over. After ten blows he was shrieking and I was so excited that I wanted to touch myself. Mom was watching carefully. She stepped up and signaled for me to stop.
“Play with his cock for a minute or two,” she instructed me. “Just enough to get him hard.”
I caressed Mike’s balls, then ran my nails along his cock. Sure enough even though he was still twisting in his ropes, it got hard very quickly. I looked at mom questioningly. She made a squeezing motion.
I grasped Mike’s cock and squeezed, gently at first, then harder. His whimpers subsided into moans. I pumped my hand up and down his cock a few strokes and his groans changed from pain to pleasure. He stopped writhing in pain and was now humping his hips up and down. I slowed my hand, then stopped. He moaned in frustration.
“Please don’t stop,” he begged.
“You were told not to speak,” I reminded him. “Now you have to be punished again.”
I hit him with the whip. He burst into tears. My pussy throbbed harder and I hit him a couple of more times.
“Wonderful,” Mom laughed. “You’re getting the hang of it. Show no mercy.”
I whipped my brother a few more strokes, then let him calm down and went back to toying with his cock. No matter how much pain he was in his cock got hard every time I touched it. It went soft when I whipped him but got hard with the lightest touch. I marveled at how predictable he was.
“Males are easy to control,” Mom told me. Her method of training men was to discuss them as if they weren’t there. She treated Mike as if he were a piece of meat. She showed me the best place to apply the whip and how to properly squeeze a male’s balls.
“There is a fine line on inflicting pain to these,” Mom told me as she held Mike’s balls. “You want to cause pain, but not so much that the male will lose sexual tension. Keep him aroused.”
I practiced hurting my brother’s balls. Squeeze hard, but not too hard, dig in with my nails, but only around the base. If the cock starts to soften, play with it lightly for a moment. Mike whimpered and groaned, but otherwise endured my experiments quietly. As time went by his cock stayed harder longer, even when I increased the pain. Mom decided that I’d made a good start and told me to let his balls alone and whip him some more.
Mike was enjoying my attentions to his balls but let out a yell when he felt the whip again. He said some injudicious words that no boy ought to say to his loving sister, let alone a dominatrix, so I poured on the whip. He was sobbing an apology within minutes.
Mike stopped talking back by the first hour. At the end of the second hour his cock would get hard as soon as I stopped whipping him. I didn’t even have to touch it, It just popped erect just from anticipation. Very Pavlovian.
Later in the day Mom told me to let Mike rest. We removed him from the whipping horse, tied his hands behind his back and walked him to a cell. He followed obediently and collapsed onto the bunk. Mom didn’t untie his wrists but she ordered Daddy to feed him.
I went to my room and closed the door. I was so aroused that I slipped my hand inside my panties and played with my pussy. I was rolling on my bed fingering myself when Mom walked in.
I gasped with embarrassment.
“You don’t have to stop,” Mom told me.
“I was so excited that I had to do something,” I mumbled.
“I understand completely,” she laughed. “I get excited when I’m torturing somebody so I do it all the time. If a dominant doesn’t get excited then she’s in the wrong career.”
She started to leave. “If you want to play with your pussy go right ahead and don’t be ashamed. Remember, a dom may do anything she wants.”
“Even in front of you?” I asked.
“Of course. Remember, I’ve masturbated in front of slaves, it’s a terrific way to arouse them. So has my mother and grandmother and we’ve worked slaves together.”
I remembered Mom telling me how grandmother pushed the handle of a whip up her pussy while a slave watched.
“If you intend to become a dominant woman you can’t be shy,” Mom continued.
I looked at her for a moment. “Ok, I’ll do it if you will too.”
I slipped my panties off, sat against the headboard and spread my legs. Mom chuckled and reached under her skirt. She dropped her panties to the floor, then sat in a chair and spread her knees. She touched her pussy and I touched mine. I locked eyes with Mom and we began.
I’d never let anyone see me masturbate before and discovered that it was a real turn on to be watched, especially by my mother. I got hotter and that made Mom get hotter and soon we were both cumming like crazy.
When we calmed down and our breathing was normal, Mom gave me a kiss.
“Next time you feel like doing that make your father watch. Its fun to see the look on a male’s face while he watches a lady play with herself.”
We resumed Mike’s training that evening. This time I didn’t use a whip, I used my hand to spank him. Between spankings I caressed his butt and cock. He was very responsive when I ran my fingers in the crack of his bottom but he went wild when Mom and I danced our nails lightly inside his thighs, in fact, the little creep managed to cum when we were doing that.
Mom was about to wrap things up for the evening. She opened her blouse and bent over Mike’s back. She was rubbing her nipples across his skin while I tickled his balls, and without warning his cock started spurting!
I jumped back in astonishment. I was angry that he was cumming without permission. I slapped his butt and yelled at him to stop!
Mom clapped her hand over her mouth and tried not to laugh. The more I spanked Mike the more his cock spurted. I finally realized what I was doing.
“You’re only making it worse,” Mom said. “He’s enjoying it.”
“He’s not supposed to do that.” I said indignantly.
Mom’s face was bright red with her effort to stifle her laughter.
I was utterly flabbergasted. “What do we do?” I asked Mom.
“Nothing,” she croaked. “Once it gets started you can’t stop it.”
I looked and she was right. Mike was humping up and down on the horse while his cock spurted an unending stream of cum.
“That’s not right!” I yelled angrily.
Mom lost it. She burst into laughter and ran out of the room. Mike was so involved with his damn orgasm that I don’t think he heard a word. I was so annoyed that I left him tied to the horse all night.
We resumed Mike’s training the next morning. But first I made him clean up the great room, including his dried cum.
We kept him naked and locked in his cell unless he was being tortured. We alternated pain with teasing and within two days his cock was staying hard most of the time, even during whippings. On the third day Mom buckled on a dildo and screwed him in the ass. I guess she decide to take it easy on him because the dildo wasn’t very big. Never the less, he didn’t like it and protested at the top of his lungs. Mom paid no attention and fucked him until she got tired. She let Mike rest for a while, then she buckled the dildo onto me and let me fuck him.
I was a little hesitant at first, but I liked the feeling of power it gave me. The first time seemed to have broken Mike because when I screwed him he just lay across the horse passively.
Mom interrupted me and told me that no slave in training should be allowed to just lay around. I had to keep his interest. I withdrew the dildo and played with his cock and balls until he got hard, then resumed fucking him. When his cock went soft I played with it again. I kept this routine for about an hour.
“He might not like being fucked up his ass,” Mom told me. “But you can condition him to enjoy it by playing with his cock. Eventually he’ll even respond to being screwed by men.”
Poor Mikey had tears in eyes.
I found that fucking like a male is hard work. My lower back was sore afterwards.
We worked Mike until eight o’clock, then allowed him to collapse into his cell.
The next morning we went back to the routine of spanking and whipping Mike interspersed with teasing his cock and balls. He was already so conditioned that his cock got hard instantly. Toward mid day Mom screwed him with another dildo, this one a little larger, and this time she played with his cock while she pumped in and out of his ass. She lay across his body with her breasts rubbing his back. She fucked him slowly and masturbated him at the same time. She brought him close but wouldn’t let him cum After lunch I did the same thing. By late afternoon his cock got hard as soon as one of us approached wearing a strap on.
Mom changed his position. She tied him on his back on a table with his legs apart and in the air. When she fucked him she could play with his cock easier. Mike loved it and stared at Mom all through his ordeal, but strangely he wouldn’t look at me when it was my turn.
Another advantage to tying Mike on his back was that Mom taught me how to pluck a male’s pubic hair. She trimmed it with a pair of scissors then went to work with tweezers. Mike yelped the first few dozen times, but Mom stroked his cock and he quieted. We took turns until his entire crotch was nude. Mom preferred plucking a slave’s pubic hair rather than shaving. She said that a few days after shaving the stubble began to grow and she didn’t like touching stubbly crotches, male or female.
After plucking his pubic hair Mom decide that we would shave his legs too. Mike liked that, his cock stayed hard on its own.
Every day Mom and I wore slightly more revealing clothing. Our skirts got shorter and we stopped wearing bras. Mom wore simple blouses and left most of the buttons undone. I usually wore skin tight tee shirts. Without bras our boobs jiggled a lot when we fucked Mike. I liked to watch Mom’s boobs bounce when she was screwing him and loved the way mine felt.
One afternoon Mom decide we deserved a break. We tied Mike to a post and left him there while we went shopping. She took me to a store that sold fetish gear and bought a couple of domination outfits.
The two women working in the store knew Mom and greeted her warmly. (I later learned that my grandmother was a part owner.) Mom told them I was looking for my first dominance outfit. They rolled out the red carpet and showed us everything in stock.
I tried on several outfits and settled on two, one in standard black leather and the other in rich green. I chose the green because it matched my eyes.
The black outfit was very sexy. It consisted of a black bustier and matching leather panties. It came with a stiff leather collar that rose up in the back and opened into a sort of lapel on the front. It could be snapped onto the front of the bustier or worn loose. (It made me look like a vampire.) Mom added leather opera length gloves, several pair of black stockings and my very first pair of spike heels. I tried the ensemble on but was too embarrassed to wear it out into the store. The manager took me into a back room where I could walk around in privacy. The shoes were hard to walk in and I wobbled a little. I almost fell and the other woman rushed to catch me. She was large and very gay, a real butch lesbian. When she caught me she held me in her arms until I was steady on my feet. I was very conscious of her breasts against my arm. Mom laughed and jokingly told her to hold me up until I got used to the shoes. The woman blushed and released me.
I tried on the green outfit next. It had a stiff bra with matching mini skirt and panties. The buckles and spikes were gold. We bought green stockings but the store didn’t carry shoes in green. The sales lady suggested red shoes and they worked out just fine. We bought a pair of red leather panties too. I tried on the outfit and this time I wore it into the store. There were several customers in the store and the room went silent. The lesbian sales lady stared at me open mouthed. Her nipples were nearly poking holes in her tee shirt, and a tough looking older man walked over and asked if I would like to make a thousand dollars for the night. I didn’t know what to say, but Mom just snorted and waved him away.
The sales lady was staring at me with such open lust that I became a little nervous.
“Roll your eyes back into your head Agnes,” Mom said.
“Anything she wants,” Agnes breathed hungrily. “I’ll do it.”
“Are you kidding?” Mom asked in amused disbelief.
“No I’m not,” the woman said earnestly.
“Hmm, let’s see,” Mom said teasingly. “She’s not in business, so money is out. I know, if you want to eat my daughter’s pussy, you’ll have to wear a dress first.”
The store manager burst into laughter. “What do you think Agnes, is she worth it?”
“I’d wear pink gingham with ruffles,” Agnes whispered. “Just to get a peek.”
Mom pealed with laughter.
Agnes was very butch. She was thick waisted with huge heavy breasts, large arms and very short hair. Her face was square and masculine. She wasn’t fat but she was solidly built, like a female tank. I felt small and dainty next to her. I felt sorry for her being teased by Mom and the other woman, and I was turned on by her raw desire for me. My nervousness went away. I took her by the hand.
“Come on,” I said. “You’re going to get more than just a look.” I led her into the dressing room.
Everyone in the store stared at us. Mom raised her eyebrows with a mixture of astonishment and amusement. I smiled back and closed the door.
Inside I faced Agnes and pointed to the floor. She dropped to her knees and I stepped close. She took a deep breath and lifted my skirt. She nuzzled the front of my panties with her nose, then slid them down. She stared at my pussy.
“Oh, My God,” she whispered. She pressed her forehead against my tummy for a few minutes, then wrapped her arms around my hips and hugged me. She rested her cheek against my pussy and pulled me close. She was worshipping me! I rested my hands on her head, then entwined my fingers in her hair. I grasped a handful and gently shook her head from side to side. She looked up at me adoringly.
This huge woman could break me in two, yet I was in command. What a rush!
I patted her on the head and told her to let me go.
I stepped back and sat on the bench with my knees primly together. I placed my hands between my knees and pretended to pull my legs apart. She stared hungrily. I paused.
“First my toes,” I said. “Then my pussy.”
She bent and kissed my feet, first one then the other. Her eyes were closed and she made little whimpers as she licked the tips of my toes.
“That’s enough,” I said. She straightened up.
I put my hands inside my knees again, delicately, with my pinkies pointing upward and opened my legs wide apart. Agnes lunged forward and buried her face in my pussy.
Her mouth was hot and damp and I felt her tongue deep inside. I had a small orgasm that first moment and couldn’t restrain a small gasp. Agnes heard and thrust her tongue deeper.
I realized that everyone outside could see her feet under the raised door. I wanted them to know exactly what was going on so I extended my legs so that my feet were visible too.
Agnes was an experienced lesbian and knew exactly how to please a woman. She grasped my upper thighs and lifted my legs up and wider apart. I leaned back until I rested on my neck. I squirmed around and draped my legs over her shoulders, then closed my eyes and enjoyed the wonderful things her tongue was doing to me.
Agnes made me cum in a most delightful way. Afterwards she sat on her heels and looked at me like a big faithful dog. I patted her on the head again.
“Good girl,” I said condescendingly. “Maybe some day I’ll let you do that again.”
“Any time you want,” she said.
“I just might take you home and whip you first.”
“Mistress, you may do anything you want to me,” she breathed heavily.
“Anything? I might be very cruel,” I warned.
“Anything you want,” she said in almost a sob. To prove her point she yanked her shirt up and thrust out her breasts. She dug her nails into them and slowly raked downward leaving huge red scratches.
That was the first time anyone called me mistress. I liked the sound of it.
“Good little dyke,” I said. “Now help me get dressed.”
Mom was leaning on the counter talking to the store manager when I walked out. She grinned when Agnes followed carrying my outfit. Agnes fussed around me like a mother hen as she rang up the sale and carefully wrapped up my purchases. Then she insisted on carrying them to the car. She stood on the sidewalk and stared at us as we drove away.
“Did you have a good time with Agnes?” Mom asked as we drove home.
“I may have just recruited my first servant,” I told her.
“Now you know the power of your pussy,” Mom said.
“Yes,” I said. “That woman said I could torture her just so she can lick my pussy again. She does a good job.”
“She’s had years of practice.”
“I just might decide to make her my slave,” I said.
“That would be a rather notable achievement,” Mom said dryly. “Considering that Agnes is known in the scene as a tough bull dyke. She’s a cruel dominant and usually tortures sweet little girls like you.”
“Not any more,” I said. “She clawed her own boobs to prove her devotion.”
“No kidding? Interesting, very interesting,” Mom mused. “You are seventeen and Agnes has to be thirty five. Maybe you have what it takes after all.”
“When we’ve finished with Mike, I want to invite Agnes to the house,” I said. “And I’m going to make her wear a dress.”
“I’d love to see that,” Mom chuckled. “I’ll bet she hasn’t worn a dress since she was six years old.”
“I’ll make her obey me,” I said. “Just wait and see.”
“Want to know when you have true dominance over another person?” Mom asked.
“Sure.”
“It comes when you can make them submit to something that they hate,” she said. “And make them like it.”
“Such as turning Agnes into a girly girl?”
“Precisely.”
“Just wait,” I said. “I’m going to do it.”
“That would be something,” Mom chuckled. “Turning Agnes Dworsky into a sweet little femme.”
“I’ll go one better,” I said. “I’ll make Agnes fuck a man and pretend to like it so convincingly that he’ll never guess that she is a lesbian. And she’ll do it just because I tell her to.”
“If you can manage that you’ll get the award for dominatrix of the year.”
We drove in silence for a while.
“What exactly is the award for dom of the year?” I asked
“Its a gold statuette like the Oscars in Hollywood,” Mom said instantly.
I laughed. “Let me guess, its called the ‘Dommie’ right?”
“Nope. Its called the ‘Gracie’. Its named after your great grandmother.”
“Because she was the first recipient?”
“That and because she modeled for the statuette.”
I shrieked with laughter.
“And where do they give out these awards?” I asked.
“In the White House every June,” Mom said with a straight face. “In the basement of course. They keep it quiet.”
I was laughing so hard that I was gasping for breath. “Why the White House?”
Mom looked at me in mock surprise. “Surely you must know how many wives of presidents were dominatrixes.”
“I must have missed that part in my history class.”
“It all started with Martha Washington,” Mom said.
I collapsed onto the floor board.
At the end of a week Mikey was completely docile. He didn’t speak without permission, he didn’t look into our eyes and he obeyed every order instantly. Mom decided it was time for me to wear a dominance costume. I chose the green one.
Mike’s eyes widened and his cock popped right up when I walked into the room wearing my new outfit. I stood in front of his cell and allowed him to look me up and down, then I squatted and gave him a nice peek at the crotch of my panties. His cock was long and hard.
I opened his cell and motioned for him to crawl out. He obeyed and I clipped a leash to his collar. I led him into the great room and walked several laps around the floor. Mikey scurried along on his hands and knees. I quickened the pace until he was practically running. He didn’t complain and when he began to slow down I cracked a riding crop across his butt. That made his cock pop to attention again.
I’d set up an X cross and led him to it. I pointed to the arms and he instantly stood up and placed his wrists in the proper position for bondage. He spread his legs without being told. I strapped him to the cross very tightly.
I caressed his cock lightly, bent close and pursed my lips as if I was about to kiss it. He strained forward with every ounce of strength. I moved my mouth closer and blew gently on his cock, then I licked the tip of my finger and touched it to the tip. He sobbed in frustration when I straightened up.
“Would you like to cum?” I asked.
“Yes,” he sobbed.
“All right. Now I’m not going to make any promises,” I said. “But if you are good today, then I just might jack you off. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Jeez!”
“Good boy. Here’s what I want you to do. I want you to beg me to punish you, and then I want you to thank me for every stroke with my whip and every spank with hand. No matter how much it hurts, you have to ask for another blow then thank me for it. And it has to be sincere. Can you do it?”
“Yes Mistress.”
My big brother called me Mistress. I liked the sound of that.
I started with a long horse whip. I cracked it a few times, then pointed it toward him. He looked at it fearfully, then swallowed hard.
“Please Mistress, may I feel the whip?” He sounded quite sincere.
I whipped Mike for about an hour. I took it slow and gave him time to feel each stroke. True to my orders he thanked me for each one and asked for another. I paused from time to time and played with his cock. His cock remained very, very hard and I could sense that he was on the edge of cumming, so I had to be careful.
Mom popped in from time to time to watch, but she had turned Mike’s training over to me. She didn’t speak but nodded in approval of what I was doing.
I took breaks about every hour and called Daddy in to give Mike food and drink. Enduring torture is very strenuous on a slave and Mom told me to make sure that we kept his strength up. For marathon sessions a dom must make sure that the slaves don’t get dehydrated. During the breaks I commanded Daddy to wipe Mike’s body down with a damp wash cloth and make sure that he washed Mike’s cock. I watched to be sure that Daddy didn’t stroke Mike hard enough to make him cum.
I couldn’t tell if Daddy felt sorry for Mike or not. Maybe he accepted Mike’s fate, but Daddy is a well trained slave and he never allowed his feelings to show.
I kept Mike on the cross until lunch, then told Daddy to feed him and lock him back in his cell. I gave Mike a couple of hours to rest and decided to take a nap myself.
After my nap I looked in on Mom. She was watching television and Daddy was curled up next to her on the floor. His hands were tightly cuffed behind his back and his head rested in her lap. She was idly caressing his hair.
I went to the great room and took Mike out of his cell. I laid him on a cross and strapped him tightly. I watched carefully and saw that his cock got harder the tighter I stretched him. I decided to see if he got turned on by bondage alone. I walked around the cross and turned the ratchets one notch at a time. When he was gasping in pain I gave them one more click. His cock was pointing at the ceiling like a flag pole.
“Do you like being tied so tightly?” I asked him.
“Yes Mistress.”
I intended to hoist the cross upright, but decided to hold off. I straddled his face and allowed him to look at my panties. My green ones were damp from the morning workout so I’d changed to the red ones. His eyes flew to my crotch. I let him look for a few minutes then lowered my pussy to an inch above his face. He strained upward with his tongue and I giggled with delight at his frantic efforts to lick me.
I teased him for a long time. I wriggled my crotch above him, caressed my pussy through my panties, slipped my hand inside them and even pulled them to the side for a split second. I was so close that his eyes were almost crossed as he strained to see.
“Let your head rest on the cross,” I told him. “And don’t move any part of your body.”
“Yes Mistress.”
I slipped my fingers inside my panties. I pushed my finger up into my pussy and got it wet, then slowly lowered it to Mike’s lips. I permitted him to lick my fingers, then suck on them.
“If my finger was a cock, you would suck it for me, wouldn’t you?” I crooned.
“Oh, yes Mistress, I would,” he panted.
“Would you suck any cock I ordered?” I asked softly.
“Yes Mistress.”
“Even Daddy’s cock?”
He paused for a moment.
“Well?” I demanded. “Answer me.”
“Yes Mistress,” he groaned. “I’d suck his too.”
It was total surrender! I was thrilled!
“Good boy,” I said softly. “I’m going to make you prove it later, but for now I’m going to reward you just for saying that.”
I lowered my pussy onto his face.
Mike made a crooning sound deep in his throat. I let more of my weight rest on him and the croons got deeper and happier. I rocked back and forth over his mouth and nose and he writhed in delight. I could feel his mouth moving against the fabric of my panties. I was getting turned on, partly from Mike’s mouth and partly from the power I had over him.
I stood up. Mike looked at me in disappointment.
“Its all right,” I said. “I’m going to be even nicer to you.”
I slipped my panties off. Mike stared at my pussy. I stepped onto his chest. He gasped in pure delight. My heels made deeps marks in his skin. I rocked my foot up and down, then ground my toe against his nipple. Mike was breathing so hard that it was difficult to keep my balance on his heaving chest. I didn’t want to topple off so I jumped up, landed on his chest, then bounced off like I was on a trampoline. Mike exhaled in a long wheezing gasp.
“Ooh, you must have liked that,” I said.
“Yesssss,” he whispered.
“I saw some shoes that have tacks on the soles pointing straight down,” I told him. “And the heels are pointed like real daggers. Would you like me to walk on you with a pair?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Maybe I can talk Mom into buying a pair too. Would you like both of us to walk on you?”
Mikes eyes seemed to glaze over. He nodded faintly.
I nudged his cock with my toe.
“And if I invited Grandmother to join in, would you like that too?”
Mike didn’t answer, but the way he writhed on that cross told me all I needed to know.
“You are terrible,” I teased. “Its bad enough that you are looking up my skirt, but you want to peek up Mom’s and Grandmothers too?”
The way he strained every muscle in his body told me that my brother was about to cum. I was tempted to keep talking dirty just to see if I really could make him cum. The temptation was terrific, but I decided to stick with my plan for the day. I shut up.
I walked across the room and sat in Mom’s throne. I let Mike calm down before I resumed.
He lay with his eyes closed for so long that I thought he’d fallen asleep. I nudged his cock with my shoe again. His eyes opened.
“Have you stopped thinking all those naughty thoughts about your mother and grandmother?” I asked.
He shook his head slowly from side to side. I shrugged.
“At least you are honest.” I straddled his face again and lowered myself back down. His tongue was waiting for me. It was warm and moist and very energetic.
I rode Mike’s tongue for half an hour. He worked enthusiastically to make me cum. I wanted to, and came close, but then thought better. I didn’t want to give him even that little bit of power. I decided to increase his helplessness my making him feel inadequate. I raised myself off him.
“Hmm, you aren’t very good at eating a girl’s pussy,” I told him. “I’ll have to train you better.”
“I’m sorry Mistress,” he said. “I’ll try to do better, I promise.”
“We’ll see.”
I hoisted the cross up and tilted it forward so that he hung from his straps. He yelped from the change of position. His weight now rested on his wrists alone. His hands and feet were already blue from the tight straps, now they were worse. But his cock stayed hard
“I’m going to whip you for an hour or two,” I told him. “And if you take your whipping bravely, I might just make you cum.”
His eyes nearly rolled back when I said that.
I took down several whips and showed them to him. He nodded eagerly when I asked if he wanted them all. I began whipping him slowly and steadily. I worked methodically over every part of his body. His winced and yelped a few times, but mostly he was able to keep quiet. After a couple of hours I decided to give him his reward.
I tied a leather thong around his balls and another one around the base of his cock. I tightened them and attached weights. It was fun making the weights rock and watching his face. After a while the skin on his cock was cool to the touch, although he was still very hard.
I ran my fingertips slowly along his cock, caressed his balls gently, brought my face close and let him feel my breath. I even touched the tip of his cock with my tongue for a split second. Then I walked away.
I went to the kitchen and fixed myself a snack. I read a magazine as I munched my sandwich, then I went back upstairs.
Mike was still as hard as a rock. He looked at me eagerly as I walked in. I looked at him thoughtfully, as if trying to decide something.
“I’ll tell you what,” I said. “I can’t decide to make you wait a few more hours, or let you cum now. If I wait I won’t punish you any more today, but if you want to cum now you have to ask me to use the bullwhip. Ten strokes.”
“Now!” he gasped. “Whip me hard Mistress1”
“Well, If you insist.”
I took down that horrid bull whip. It was heavy and when I swung it around it was hard to control. Mom told me that someone who doesn’t know how to use a big whip can injure themselves. I spun it slowly until it built up speed.
Mike watched with a mixture of fear and lust on his face. I spun the whip until it made a whirring sound. Then I hit him.
He tensed and clenched his teeth, but made no sound. The second blow was worse and by the fifth he was groaning. I made him scream at number eight and nine. So far all the strokes had hit his upper body, but on number ten I went for his cock. I was lucky and got it squarely. Mike’s cock bounced sideways with the blow, but he didn’t scream. He got a far away look and I wondered if he might cum from the whip. I was tempted to hit his cock again. I watched him for a moment, but he settled down, opened his eyes and looked at me.
“Thank you Mistress, may I please have another.”
I could have kissed him.
I dropped the bull whip, stepped close and opened the top of my costume. I rubbed my nipples across the end of his cock for a few minutes, then took a firm grip on it. I stroked it slowly and gently, then increased the speed and pressure. It didn’t take long. Mike suddenly went tense and roared deep in his throat. His cock pulsed in my hand and spurted cum like from a fire hose. I was so enthralled watching his face that I forgot to move aside. His cum splashed against my throat and chest. For a split second I was angry with myself, then remembered what Mom had said about a dom doing what ever she enjoys. I liked Mike’s cum on my skin, so I aimed his cock at my face and pumped harder.
Mike spurted cum for what must have been a full minute. I was soaked. He strained against his bonds and yelled at the top of his lungs, then suddenly collapsed and went quiet. I heard hands clapping and stepped back.
Mom stood in the doorway applauding. Daddy knelt beside her holding a tray piled with a stack of hot damp towels.
“That was delightful,” she said. “I’m proud of my little girl.”
I blushed with pride.
Mom came into the room and motioned Dad forward. He offered the tray to me. I washed my face and chest, then rubbed a towel over Mike’s crotch. He didn’t move.
“I think he’s fainted,” Mom observed. “I’ve never seen a male cum that hard before.”
“Is he ok?” I asked.
“He’ll be fine,” Mom said. She put her arm around my waist. “Come on, Let’s open a bottle of wine to celebrate. Then we’ll call your grandmother and tell her the news.”
I turned to my father. “Daddy you wait here until Mike wakes up, then put him back in his cell and give him something to eat. After that you can clean up this mess.”
“Yes Mistress.”
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