Mistress Victoria

~Mistress Victoria~

His body was breaking beyond repair. Lash upon lash stung at his back, while the words the woman spat, tore at his soul. He had hated her, more than anything. How he had dreamed of revenge. Dreamed that someday, he would wield the whip. But now, as the air screamed the prophecy of Her sting, he realized that he loved Her. He worshipped the woman in black. Anything to pleasure Her.

The blonde locks that curled about Her face and shoulders glowed, as though the golden strands had become his private sun, just as She had become his world.

Michael had been born unto this world a baby. Years passed, hormones began to frolic, but his chest did not widen like that of a man's, nor did his cock become initiated into the glorious realm of manhood. He had been told that in a bedroom, when the lights were dimmed, a woman would moan. Ecstasy-laden cries would beg him for more. Alas, when Michael's pants were unfastened, the women only laughed.

Not unlike his Mistress was doing now.

Mistress Victoria had bound his wrists, slinging the chain between them over a high peg on the wall. Arms outstretched above his head, his body had become a game of give and take. To rest the strain on his shoulders, Michael would raise to his tip-toes, until his calves were thoroughly fatigued. His heels would ease a bit -- never quite able to touch the ground -- and the steady pulling on his arms would begin again. Eventually the cycles would shorten, until neither limb could support the other.

"How does it feel?" Her words breathed into his ears, Her body so close behind him, he could almost feel the silk that clothed Her.

And how did it feel... his body ached madly the wracking cramps in his calves nearly blotting out all other thought. But his cock, that boyish little toy between his legs, was absolutely alive, "it feels wonderful, Mistress."

"So, you want more?" Her red lips in a daring smile, She had merely to suggest the punishment for Her slave to beg.

The "please" rasped from his mouth in desperation. How long had it been? How many weeks had She teased him, lured him into Her spell, until he had become the hapless creature now chained before Her? Dressing Her in the morning, slipping fresh stockings upon Her heavenly gams, knowing all too well that he lacked anything She yearned.

Even the whip seemed to mock him, each lash marking his ineptness further. Nondescriminating in it's destination, the stingings scoured his back, his ass, and his thighs.

His answer was yes to everything.

When the lashes subsided and Mistress Victoria's attention was drawn to his throbbing little cock, he pleaded once again for more.

Finally facing Her, the weakest part of his strained body surrendered to his Mistress's mercy...