MISTRESS OF THE HOUSE by Mistress Henrika When my first husband died, he left me a rather large amount of money, enough so that I was considered independently wealthy. At the same time, I had to get a new household staff. Since I like pretty young men, I hired a young man named Bill Kendall as my personal assistant. Bill was 24 years old, five feet eleven inches tall, and weighed 175, all muscle. He had light brown hair, dark brown eyes and a dark complexion. From what showed through the crotch of his pants, I hoped we would have some good times together. Did we ever! Bill was always respectful, almost submissive, at all times. Sometimes, when he didn't think I could see, he would look at me with an interesting glow in his eyes. I began to wonder about him and to fantasize about having him. One evening, when we were alone in the house (the other servants having quarters on the grounds), I told him to get me a glass of white wine. When he returned, he had a glass of red wine which he promptly spilled on me! I jumped out of my chair, swatting at the stain and cursing. He stood there, head bowed, and made no protest at my language. Finally, I stopped and looked at him. His head was bowed and he held his hands behind his back, waiting for my sentence on his actions. He looked so attractive in that pose that I became excited. "So," I said, "what do you think I ought to do about this?" "Whatever punishment the Mistress wishes will be satisfactory to Her servant," he murmured. I swear I could hear the capital letters. Without thinking, I acted. I grabbed him by the hair, lifted his head up and slapped his face as hard as I could. "Why aren't you on your knees, slave?" He immediately knelt. "The Mistress' slave is sorry, Mistress. He will endeavor to act in a correct manner in the future." Well! My hopes had come true! Now I was going to take advantage of it. "Sorry isn't good enough! I want you stripped and in my bedroom in one minute for your punishment. Move your ass, slave!" He scurried out of the room, never looking at me. Obviously he had been well-trained. I idly wondered who had been my benefactrix? I followed him up to my room, to find him on his knees, naked in the middle of the room. His clothes were nowhere in sight. Crossing to a door that had not been opened since the death of my husband, I said "Get in there, shithead!" Upon entering the room, he stopped, surprised, and looked around. Not wanting him to see too much at once, I ordered him to close his eyes and kneel. He obeyed, trembling. Crossing the room, I got a hood and put it on his head. Made of black leather, it had no holes for the eyes. It laced up the back and had snaps around the mouth hole. Being custom-made for my husband, it did not fit Bill perfectly, but it was skin-tight on him after I had tied it on. I don't like for a slave to see what he's getting. Leaving him like that, I retrieved a small rectangle of leather with a small rubber dildo protruding from it. Forcing this into his mouth, I snapped it to the mouth area of the hood. I next put a dog collar around his neck and snapped a leash to it. I then put a set of leather restraints on his wrists and ankles, but left them free so he could walk where I wanted him to. "Stand up!" When he complied, I could see that his large uncircumcised cock was standing at attention. I smiled, but kept it out of my voice when I said "You are excited by this, eh?" Mumbling indistinctly around the pecker gag, he nodded. "Did I give you permission to get hard?" He shook his head. "That's another thing you need to be punished for, then. Stay on your knees and go where the leash leads." I jerked on the leash, pulling him off-balance, but he recovered before he could fall. I led him over to the post, to which I restrained him. His back was to the post and his wrists connected to the eyelets behind him, as were his ankles. He was now standing in order to give me the best access to his magnificent meat, as well as other things. "First, we'll punish you for the erection," I said, grabbing a small whip. This was designed specifically to whip male sexual organs. It resembled a miniature cat-o'-nine-tails, only it had six tails. I raised it and brought it down hard on his excited prick. He tried to scream, but raised his crotch as if to meet another blow. This was indeed going to be fun! I gave him ten of my best across his cock, which went soft but not flaccid. When I was finished, I grabbed a leather band which had small staples protruding from it and wrapped it tightly at the base of his cock and balls, the staples pointing in. He moaned again as the staples bit into the tender flesh of his groin, but was otherwise silent. I then grabbed his left nipple with two fingernails and pinched. He groaned and expanded his chest, giving me better access, so I did the same to the other. When his nipples were excited and hard, I let go, leaned forward, and bit one. He moaned again, his prick becoming hard. I put my arms around his back and chewed his tits for several minutes. I then put a pair of tit clamps on them. He groaned and wriggled his torso to relieve the pressure, which he was quite unable to escape. I got out the spanking strap and gave him a few swats across the stomach and thighs, careful not to dislodge the tit clamps. By now his cock was raging hard, so I gave it a few swats as well. I wanted to leave bruises, but was unsure how much he could take, so I left that for another time. I unhooked him from the post and he went to his knees immediately, his hands behind his back. I led him over to the whipping table and restrained him face down on it. A leather-covered two-by-four lifted his ass for the best access, so I covered a butt plug with K-Y and shoved it in. He tried to escape the intrusion, but really had no means of getting away from it. The plug went in and he lay there, trying to force it out with his internal muscles. "If that comes out," I said, "your punishment will be worse." He nodded and tried to relax. I waited for a moment and then said "Now we'll punish you for the second worst of your offenses: not only bringing the wrong wine, but spilling it on me in the bargain." He turned his head slightly, and I could tell he was wondering what his worst offense was. He'd find out soon enough! I got out the cat. From a braided leather shaft depended thirteen thongs of rawhide that had been knotted at their ends. I let them dangle onto his back and softly pulled them around it, waiting for a response. When he lifted his hips as if in invitation, I let him have it. I gave him twenty across the ass and thighs and upper back. This time I left welts everywhere I hit. It looked perfectly beautiful. There is nothing like having a man at your mercy, especially when you have none! He didn't want any, either! I had pulled his cock out so I could see it while whipping him and it never went down! He stayed excited right through the entire whipping! I finally released him and led him to another table, to which I restrained him on his back. I then removed the pecker gag and let him breathe through his mouth for a short while. "Mistress, Your slave requests permission to speak." "Granted." "Mistress, Your slave has never had anything up his ass before." I smiled. "Then you'd better enjoy it while you have it, shouldn't you?" "Yes, Mistress," he groaned. I knew he didn't like it, but worse was going to happen to him tonight, and besides, I liked it. Finally deciding that he had had enough rest, I spread my legs and sat on his face. He started licking my moist pussy. I gave him a smack across the stomach, saying "Don't lick without permission, fuck-head!" He subsided, only to buck in surprise when my piss started pouring into his mouth. He drank it all and then I gave him permission to lick. I allowed him to lick me through three climaxes before shifting and allowing him to lick out my asshole. Finally, I got off of him. "Thank You, Mistress." "Don't thank me yet, slave. You still have to be punished for your worst offense against me, and that's coming up now!" "May Your slave ask what that offense was, Mistress?" "No, you may not!" During this conversation, I had been putting on the fucking strap. This consisted of a wide leather belt with a huge dildo sticking out the front. For stability, there was a smaller strap which went between my legs and attached to the belt at the back. To keep myself excited, I put a smaller dildo into the catch of the smaller strap and inserted it into me. I took his legs, one at a time, and attached them to the wall above his head. The bottom half of the table swung away to reveal a table of half length. I now had access to Bill's virgin ass and we both knew it. I pulled the butt plug out in one swift motion. Bill gasped. He knew what was coming next, for he moaned "No, oh, no, Mistress, don't!" "Shut up!" I snapped. To be sure he followed this order, I shoved the butt plug into his mouth and told him to hold it there. I felt up his asshole and found that it was still well lubricated, so I got into position and shoved the dildo right up his ass. He bit down on the butt plug and tensed his ass. "Relax and take it, slave," I ordered. "This is going to happen and staying tense like that will only damage you. You'll enjoy it before I'm done." He tried, I'll give him that. Eventually, he did relax and I started pumping in and out of his ass, finally bringing him to an anal orgasm. I took the butt plug out of his mouth, noting teeth marks where he had bitten it. "How do you feel now, slave?" He smiled slightly and said "Your slave feels quite good, Mistress. He never knew he could enjoy something like that. Thank You for teaching him the experience." "You're welcome, slave." I released myself from the fuck belt, leaving the dildo in his ass. I then unhooked his arms and legs from the eyelets to which they were attached and told him to stand up and keep the dildo in his ass. "Since you obeyed me so well," I said, "I give you permission to get hard and cum. This time." His cock sprang to attention and his hands went to it. I quickly grabbed them and secured them behind his back. "I will jack you off," I said. And I did. It didn't take very long, for he was extremely turned on by what had happened to him tonight. As he came, I caught as much of his semen as I could in my hand, milking his cock with the other hand until he went flaccid. I then told him to open his mouth and poured the cum I had collected into it. He attempted to spit it out, but I held my hand to his mouth. "Swallow it!" I commanded. It took a while, but he finally did. I then wiped my hands off on his stomach, smiling as he winced. I removed the dildo from his ass and made him clean it with his mouth. "In the future, you will keep your ass thoroughly cleaned out." "Yes, Mistress." I removed the tit clamps. He gasped in pain and rubbed his nipples until the pain subsided. They were red and erect, absolutely gorgeous! I then removed the hood, ignoring the tear-stains on his face, and told him he could leave. "But first," I said, "your worst offense was that of not telling me that you like this kind of treatment. In the future, make sure that you tell your Mistresses about it immediately." He smiled. "Yes, Mistress. Your slave will remember." At my nod, he left. After a short time, I went into my bedroom and locked the door to the playroom. I showered and got ready for bed. When I got into bed, I discovered a single red rose on my pillow. Evidently Bill had pulled the trick with the wine on purpose in order to get what he wanted. I smiled. He had found out that I got what I wanted, too. And he would continue to find that out for a long, long time. Copyright 1987 by Leo ****(90)**** Used with permission of the author. All rights reserved.