Bex - Mistress M [fiction]

[BeX25]

Mark was mid twenties and lived alone, he was was still a virgin. It bothered him daily; in fact it had overtaken his life. It obsessed him to tell the truth, what he would not do to loose his virginity. He did not want to get a prostitute or anything like that, mainly as he had no idea where to start, and how he would go about getting one. All his life seemed to be about was loosing his cherry. He walked down the street and felt as though everyone was looking at him, saying ‘poor lad’.

He sat at his computer and pulled up a porn site. The image before him turned him on. He got a hard on, he stared at the girl on his monitor, her naked body was lovely; he imagined it would be soft to touch. Her tits were rounded like two soft mounds of mashed potato perfectly sculptured and smoothed with nipples like cherries on top of a cake. She stared at him with a beautiful face and mouth that seemed to suggest to him, she wanted his cock in it. Her arms and legs were so long and slender, she was just perfect. She was sat on top of a man, he was sat legs wide open and had his cock inserted in her pussy. He looked noticing how the girl could not possibly take any more of it. The man’s cock looked big, thick and solid unlike his own. He envied the man wondering what it felt like for him to be inside another human being. How amazing it must be to know that the woman had agreed to let him violate her most sensual, private place. What did she feel with the man’s huge cock stretching her pussy wide open, and how on earth did it all fit inside her? God he so envied the man, wishing he could be him, fucking the girl on the screen.

Mark did what he always did, when he felt like this. He took his own penis in his right hand and wrapping his fingers around it began to wank off. He held his cock tight around the top of it, moving it up and down quickly, but just a few cm. His foreskin moving over the end of his erect cock quickly felt sensual. Before he knew it as he stared at the girls tits, the end of his cock began to get wet and make noise. He felt a shiver run through his body and wanked himself off faster, his hand now travelling the entire length of his dick. His balls began to slap against his inner legs and he became short of breath. Tightening his grasp of his cock he furiously wanked over the image before him. Then his body jolted and he came, he contained the cum by clasping his hand around the end of his cock, before deciding to let it ooze out onto his hand.

He wondered what his cum would taste like? Women ate it, he had seen on videos. He raised his hand to his mouth and smelt it. It was quite a strong smell, almost musky. Then he stuck his tongue out and stuck it in the cum on his palm. It was thick and creamy, almost milky, but he could not decide what it tasted like.
He returned to his computer about half an hour later. All he saw was naked women and adverts for couples, dating, sex and fun. He sat alone in his room a virgin. He looked through some web pages with dating sites, girls wanting to meet men etc. Then he followed dome links and found himself on a webpage where people offered themselves as slaves and other people who required slaves. He had no idea what they were about really. He saw one advert and read it.

‘This Mistress is a young petite sexy lady looking for the ultimate slave, willing to give the ultimate sacrifice for their mistress. Would you accept a master who has no limits? You must be wiling to do and accept everything and anything.
Apply here if you think you are suited. I am only looking for 1 over 18 male. There will be much public stuff, you will be utterly humiliated and I guarantee extreme pain. You would have to agree to give mistress control and total rights to your body for the rest of its life.

Mistress M’

Then it dawned on him, if he was her slave, she would fuck him constantly, he could put up with being a slave. He wondered what a ‘petite young sexy’ girl could possibly do that he would find too bad. He had nothing to compare it to as he had never had sex, so he decided this was a win, win situation. He replied to her link and pressed send.

He checked everyday but there was no reply and he began to think it was just some joke. He soon began to forget about it.
Then one day he received an e-mail, its title was: ‘Your mistress has selected you and requires your services.’ It contained information about what he should do before meeting her and where and how he was to meet her. He acknowledged it and prepared.

On the evening which he was to meet her it was a blustery, wet night. He did as he had been informed. He drove to a train station and parked his car. He got on the train and sat there nervous anticipating his new mistress. He had butterflies in his stomach, but he was not too bothered, he treated the whole thing like a joke. Knowing that she could not possibly do anything too bad to him, maybe he had to suffer a bit of humiliation tonight, but by tomorrow she would he would have fucked her and he could get back home.
The station which he was instructed to get off at approached, he noticed it was quite remote, but he was glad. He got off and waited for the train to leave. He was alone.

He remembered what he had been told. He walked over to the exit to the station; there was a quiet road leading to a secluded roundabout about half a mile away. He walked to it and crossed the road making his way to the centre of the island, which had some bushes and small trees on it. As instructed he crept into the middle and surrounded by the foliage, he removed his clothes and crouched naked, waiting. Feeling aroused his cock was hard and he was excited by the thought of what he was doing, he considered having a quick wank, but daren’t in case she arrived. About forty minutes had passed and he began to feel cold, his body soaked to the skin. What the fuck was she playing at he thought? He contemplated putting his clothes back on, but picking up his jeans they were soaked, he didn’t bother.

A few cars had approached and drove off, then one approached and drove half way around the island before stopping. The cars window went down and a woman’s voice said ‘you there?’ He shouted back, ‘yes I’m here, where you been I’m freezing and wet’. She told him to get in the back. He ran to the car and opened the back door jumping in. She drove off. ‘Don’t you ever fucking talk to me like that again’ she yelled at him. Easy dear, god she was a bit highly stung he thought. He started to talk to her, but she ignored him.

They had been driving for about ten minutes; he had no idea where he was. ‘Listen he said if I am going to fuck you tonight we are not going to have a good night if you don’t talk to me’. She slammed the brakes on. ‘Get out’ she yelled. She had said it with such anger he did as she said. She opened the window and said you can follow me. She drove slowly off going only a few MPH. He followed behind, having to slightly jog to keep up. He was naked and his dick was bouncing up and down as he did so, as he realised this, he became aware that it began to harden and become erect. The car stopped suddenly. The woman got out and slammed the door. She walked quickly up to him, He could not really see her features for the darkness. She grabbed his cock hard with her right hand squeezing it unbearably tightly. ‘You do not talk to me’, she said ‘unless I ask you too’. She led him by his cock towards the car. Opening the boot she told him to get in. thinking it was probably some kind of kick she got off on, he obeyed and climbed in. She slammed it shut and he was aware of the car driving off.

Confined in the dark boot, curled up in its cramped space he began to feel dozy. It had been a long day; he was tired and fell asleep.
The next thing he knew was the boot opening and he was awaked, by a bucket of freezing water being thrown over him. Cold and now very awake, he noticed the woman stood before him. It was daylight and the sun was out, he could feel it’s warmth on his body. ‘Out, I hope you have learnt your lesson’ He decided it probably best not to say anything. He climbed out, his neck, back and legs aching and stiff. He rubbed his eyes and stood naked before her, in the drive of a small remote house.

BeX
[To be continued ....]

[Trystaan]

c'mon Bex write the rest please

[BeX25]

She told him to get in the house. For the first time he managed to get a proper look at the woman he hoped would take his virginity and she was pretty damn hot. He was surprised by her size, she had a tiny frame and there was little to her. She was naturally slender, verging on skinny he thought. She looked young, maybe early twenties around the same age as Mark. She could even have been younger; he was not very good when it came to guessing ages. She was dressed very provocatively and he felt his cock stirring just looking at her. She was dressed in short tight, lacy clothing, which allowed him to glance the roundness of her tits and shapely arse. Her head was round with soft features. She had Green eyes and dark hair. With bright red lipstick her whole look was quite authoritative.

She walked behind him as he entered the house. He had many questions, did she live alone? Did she own the house, if so how had she achieved that? What was going to happen, and most importantly when was he going to fuck her. He could not wait. She looked him up and down. ‘Well you are a fucking state, you will have to be cleaned up’ she said directly at him. He opened his mouth and then remembered what she had said the night before, then recklessly said ‘well I did spend the night in the fucking car boot’. He immediately realised the error of his ways and watching her turn as red as her lipstick, he took a pace backwards in fear. ‘You do not ever talk to me’ she yelled. ‘I did not engage you in conversation. You shall have to be punished. Otherwise you will never learn’. She took a key from a pot on the window sill and lifted a rug from the hallway floor, revealing a trap door. She unlocked a padlock which lay in a recess on the door and opened it and told him to get in. ‘Mark bent down and jumped down the hatch. The drop was only about three feet and he had to bend onto all fours to fit under the floor boards. As he did this, the hatch was replaced and he heard the padlock being replaced. He could just barely see with light coming in through gaps and between the floorboards above him. He realised he was in the basement under the house, but it was designed for use, just to gain access to the foundations. He could move all around beneath the house, but on all fours. The floor was covered in broken bricks and lumps of dried cement which began to hurt his hands and knees.

He found a corner and sat down, concrete poking him up the bum. This was not what he had in mind, he thought. Above him he could hear her moving about. He heard her turn a machine on which he presumed was a food mixer or something. A while later he heard her moaning. Intrigued to know what she was doing he scuttled under the floor until he was under the same room as she was. He peeked through a crack in the floor boards and was shocked at what he saw.
She was naked and sat on top of the dining table on her back with her legs wide open. Between her legs was a machine which looked like a small Hoover, however it had a rod on the end which was moving forwards and backwards. The end of the rod was between her legs. He realised she was being fucked by this machine. With no other choice he sat and watched as she was pleasured by the thing. He watched her body move to its rhythm causing her tits to rock up and down. He thought her tits looked great, they were quite big considering her size and were perfectly round. He sat watching her and felt his cock stiffen. Turned on by the sight before him, he started to play with his cock and before he knew it he was furiously wanking himself off. He shot his cum over the dust and concrete of the floor and felt embarrassed as the end of his cock was covered in cum. The then remembered the picture of the girl being fucked, that her saw on his computer and realised that he had now actually seen someone being fucked, but realised it still was not him.

He remained down there for the rest of the day. When evening came, he thought she would let him out. He was starving and had not eaten anything all day. She turned all the lights off and went up stairs, leaving him scuttling around under the floor on his hands and knees. He banged hopelessly on the floor boards, shouting ‘let me out, let me out’.
Then he heard her storming down the stairs, having heard him banging. She was shouting to herself ‘has that fucker not learnt its lesson’. ‘Shit’ Mark thought and moved away from the hatch. She turned a light on and undid the padlock, opening the trapdoor and yelling at him so ‘show his stupid face’. He scuttled to her and stood up. She said ‘I suppose you want to get out’ he dare not talk. ‘Ok’ she said ‘out, I shall take you to your room’ At last he thought, he was being properly treated for once. He followed her up the stairs and into a bed room.

The room had a large old wooden wardrobe and chest of drawers and a large double bed. In the corner was a chair and rocking horse. He went to sit on the bed, but her look told him not too. She opened the wardrobe door and he noticed it was empty. It was quite solid and had a large metal rail to hang clothes from. She opened a drawer in the chest and took out a length of rope. ‘In’ she said, nodding to the wardrobe, he climbed in but had to stoop down to fit in. ‘Kneel down and put your arms up’ she told him. He obeyed and she grabbed his wrists and tied them tightly together above his head and around the bar. He was unable to put his arms down now and knelt there feeling trapped. Then she took a soft foam yellow tennis ball from the drawer and stuffed it in his mouth, before tying a scarf around his head preventing him from spitting it out and making any noise. ‘Night fuck face’ she said and closed the wardrobe door and turned the key in the door. She walked out and turned the light off.
Mark knelt there in the wardrobe, in the dark, naked, his hands tied above him tight. He was alone.

He awoke to a noise. His arms and back were excruciatingly painful. His knees and legs stiff. He felt tired and was very hungry. He assumed he had been there in that position all night. Then someone unlocked the wardrobe. It was her. She opened the door. Sunlight flooded in brightly. It hurt his eyes after spending so much time in the dark. Mark could not properly see yet, his eyes adjusting.
He heard her say that she ‘was not removing his gag, as he proved yesterday he could not be trusted’. His throat was dry, despite the sponge ball being soaked with his saliva. His eyes adjusted and he realised she was naked. This was the closest to a naked woman he had ever been. She stood there her young body just inches away from his. As she untied the rope her pussy was pushed into his face. Had he not been gagged he would have tried to lick it. It was shaven and this was the nearest he had ever been to a pussy. He so wanted it.

When his hands were untied they dropped to the floor, his shoulders set and sore. She had released him from the pole but the rope was still bound around his wrists which she took and pulled on managing to move him in front of the bed. She took the rope and standing on the bed passed it through a large metal ring which was in the ceiling and that Mark had not noticed before. She pulled hard on the rope, causing his hands to again be pulled up above his head; she stopped when he was standing, with his hands above him. She then tied the rope off around his ankles, ensuring his arms and legs had no freedom to move. She took a bag out of the drawer and went downstairs. After a while, she returned with a tray of objects.

[BeX25]

She stood up in front of him and started to rub her breasts with her hand, he thought how huge her tits were for her size, each as big as her head. She placed her other hand between her legs and started to play with herself, her long hair cascading down her back and around her face like a lion’s mane. He watched her as she teased him, her pale skin moving in the morning sunlight. This was what he wanted, he began to feel as thought things were on the turn for the better, and he had proved himself worthy he thought. She began to get carried away, now having three fingers inside her, she was manically fingering herself.
Inevitably his cock became hard; he had no control over it. It was the hardest he had ever known, big, thick and solid. It ached with desire and throbbed with lustfulness. She looked at his cock and said ‘good, very good, we need you hard’ He wondered if what he had been waiting for had arrived, was she going to fuck him? She went to the tray she earlier brought in and took a white plastic box which she pushed it over his cock, so it sat in it like a coffin. She pushed it against his stomach and took a small measuring jug of white thick paste. She poured it into the coffin object and held it there. After a while he noticed it felt solid on his cock and he wondered what it was. His cock, no longer aroused shrunk and she pulled the coffin off him. Taking another mixture of something she poured this down the hole where his hard cock had been. He was still gagged, but would of asked what she was doing if he could have done. What she had done was to make a plaster of Paris mould of his hard cock, and had now just poured a silicon solution into the mould she had created. She was now waiting for it to harden.

He however did not know this, remaining trussed up to the ceiling for most the day until she eventually came in, wearing only a satin night dress. She took the coffin object from earlier and breaking it in half to reveal a perfect replica of his hard cock made in silicon rubber; it was red in colour and looked big. Was he that big he thought? She smiled at him, well done. We have to make one more of these and you will have done well. Mark thought why she would want two copies of his hard dick? He then realised why. She wanted to be airtight with him, In a 69 position allowing him to fuck her pussy and arse with the two replicas whilst she hungrily sucked and gobbled his real hard cock, until he came shooting his load down her throat, like the slut she was. He got hard again thinking about it, he would be well and truly fucking her pussy, mouth and ass soon. His cock ached it was so ready to cum.

She untied the rope from his ankles and let it go loose through the hook. For the first time in ages he was kind of free. He collapsed onto his knees through tiredness. She pushed his shoulders forward so he was on all fours. She got on the floor next to him, he could see down her night dress, her rounded tits unsupported, what have we here? She said. He could not answer as he was still gagged. She placed her arm beneath his chest and touched his big hard erect cock. She wrapped a hand around it and started to play with him. God he thought, I’ve gone to heaven.

She whispered in his ear, ‘you are hard, you need milking. I am sorry that I neglected you’ she held a cup in her other hand and started to wank him off, like she was milking a cow. After fifteen minutes he came, shooting his cum into the cup. ‘Lovely she said. I shall put that somewhere safe, you never know when you may need it. You have a lot of work to do though to fill the cup. That is your duty, don’t you go wanking yourself off, we need every drop to go in here’. He wondered how long it would take to fill the cup. He had probably added a small smattering on the base of the cup. A full cup would be lots of cum. How long did she intend to keep him here?

‘We need to reward you for doing such a good job’ she said. She tied the rope off to the bed and left him there, she went downstairs and soon he smelt food being cooked. Good he thought I am so hungry. She came back into the room and placed a plate on the floor. On it was four jumbo sausages, she untied his gag and warned him not to utter a word, or she would remove the food. He remained silent. ‘We just need these to cool a bit more’ she said, sitting there naked in front of him, wafting the plate of food. Eventually she said ‘these are ready, are you hungry? You may nod or shake your head’ He was hungry and nodded informing her. ‘Good’ she said. She sat in front of him and opened her legs wide, and pulled the nightdress over her head. Her firm tits jutting upwards from her chest, she lay back on the floor. Her pussy was presented before him, and then with her hand she took a sausage and inserted it between her legs. She pushed it deep inside her. ‘Dinner is served, you may eat’ she said reclining backwards on the floor with a sausage sticking out of her pussy. He bent forward and wrapped his mouth over the end of the sausage and pulled it up with his teeth, biting a bit off, it was good. He had soon eaten it and she took another sausage and repeated the process. When he had finished them all, she said ‘well, you are very good at eating them, that will prove useful, I am sorry you could not eat off a plate, but you do not deserve too because don’t forget you’re nothing.’
The day was coming to and end, she gagged him again and ‘hung’ him up in the wardrobe for the night. ‘Good night my little fucker’ she said and closed the door.

[to be continued]

BeX

[Trystaan]

Great so far BeX your stories are some of the best on the site and im really likin this one

[Kitty]

i love your story!!!

[Bored]

great please continue

[molten man]

Bex has been a great find to this site!! Excellent storywriting capabilities!!

[Kitty]

maybe she is really a writer,we are lucky to have her writting the story