Written by MrServant

BDSM
8 Jan 2012


Pat allowed me a drink and a few minutes to recover from my exertions then told me to follow her upstairs to her bedroom. Just the sight of her big arse swaying in front of me as we ascended the stairs was enough to ensure that I was hard again by the time we reached our destination.

The room was a large one, dominated by a king size bed with old-fashioned metal bedframes at either end.

“Grab hold of the bed frame and bend over.” said Pat “I want a closer look at my new possession’s assets.”

I followed her instructions but she was still not satisfied.

“Spread your legs wider and push your arse up higher!” she barked “You’re a slut on display so act like one!”

I pushed my arse back towards her as far as I could and spread my legs apart at the same time so that my arse cheeks were separated.

“Nice.” commented Pat as she cupped my arse in her big hands and began stroking it. A moment later, I felt one of her chubby fingers slide between my crack and start probing my bumhole. I gave a little cry as she pushed it inside rather to sharply for my liking and she laughed. At the same time however, her other hand reached between my legs and started fondling first my balls and then my cock, stroking it as first one finger and then a second wriggled inside my arse.

“Your cock is certainly adequate.” Pat murmured appreciatively “A lot better than what I had expected from Sarah’s description gift. It’s your arse that is your best feature, however. Nice and firm and just the right size to fit comfortably between my hands. It’s looser than I expected though. Someone else has obviously enjoyed playing with it in the past. Was it a man or a woman you cheated on my daughter with, you little worm? Who was it that fucked you up the arse? Tell me!”

She squeezed my cock and balls in her powerful hand making me flinch and squeal which made her laugh in turn.

“It was a woman!” I gasped “I’m not gay! I visited a professional dominatrix three times after Sarah first rejected my desire for domination. I was too guilty to go back a fourth time. I loved, love, Sarah too much to do that to her.”

“Yes” said Pat, resuming her stroking of my cock “you love her so much your standing naked in her mother’s bedroom while she has her wicked way with you.”

“Only because it’s what Sarah wants.” I replied

“Oh?” said Pat, squeezing my balls again “Are you saying you wouldn’t have pleasured me unless she had told you to do so? Are you saying you would have rejected my advances if I had tried to seduce you? Are you saying I’m too ugly for you and that you’re too good for me?”

She tightened her grip on my balls.

“Think very carefully about what you say next, little man.” she said menacingly “The future of your balls depends on your answer.”

“No.” I whimpered “I always thought, no knew, that you were too good for me. I’m not in the same league as a woman as beautiful as you. I’m not in the same league as Sarah either. She married down when she married me!”

“A good answer,” Pat said approvingly as she released my balls and returned to stroking my cock “particularly because it is so very true. Now answer this question just as truthfully. Why would you ask your dominatrix to fuck you up the arse if you’re as completely straight as you say? I would say there’s nothing gayer than taking a big fat cock deep inside your willing arse. I say willing because you certainly seem to love the feel of my fingers in there. I’ll bet that you’d come faster from an arse tickling than a cock stroking any day of the week.”

My face reddened. She was partly right at least. As was obvious from the way my arse was reacting to her touch, I was hard pressed to know which part of my body was giving me most pleasure at that particular moment.

“I didn’t ask her to fuck me because I’m gay.” I replied as she made me squirm by twisting her fingers around the inside of my arse “I asked her to do it because I wanted to feel what it was like to be totally dominated during sex. I wanted to be the one being filled instead of the one doing the filling. I wanted”

I paused, realising what I was about to say and feeling suddenly reluctant to say ot.

“Go on!” said Pat, stroking my cock with such speed that I could barely breathe let alone think “What did you want to be. Tell me. Tell your Mistress!”

“I wanted…I wanted to be a girl!” I stammered and Pat laughed heartily as my shameful admission coupled with her attention to my body made my cum shoot up into the air.

“Well, well.” she smiled “It seems that I wasn’t so wrong about you after all. Clean up your mess now, there’s a good little girl. Your Mistress will be back in a moment with a special treat for you.”

My cum was spread over the floor, the carpet and the bedsheets so it took me some time to lick it all up. I was just rinsing my mouth out with some water to get rid of the dust and hairs when Pat returned. She was carrying some clothing which she tossed to me. To my horror, I realised they were women’s clothes, a pair of fishnet stockings with lace tops, a leather mini skirt and a lace crop top.

“They were Sarah’s when she was younger and a bit smaller than she is now. They should be a good fit for you.” explained Pat with a broad smile “I always told her they looked too slutty, even for clubs but they will be just perfect for you. A slut, after all, is exactly what you are.”

“I can’t wear these!” I protested, angrily “I told you, I’m not gay and I’m certainly not into cross-dressing!”

Pat moved so fast that I did not see her hand move. I just felt the devastating impact of its palm on my face as it knocked me off my feet and brought tears to my eyes.

“Listen to me, you fucking little cunt!” growled Pat as she towered above me “I have no fucking interest in what you are or are not into. As far as I am concerned, you are just a slave, a worthless piece of trash who should think himself lucky to be able to clean the dirt from my feet let alone receive any attention from me. The only things that matter to me are my desires and my needs. Yours are of no concern whatsoever. That should be how you feel also. If you truly are my slave then you should have no thoughts or desires except my pleasure. Serving me and bringing me satisfaction and pleasure should be your only goals in life. You should not even think of having desires of your own. You should live to serve your betters and never, ever dream of being served yourself. That is true submission. You talked a good game to my daughter about wanting to serve her but I think it was all just the hot air of a fantasist. What you really wanted to do was manipulate her and me to fulfil your sexual fantasies. You never had any intention of really submitting to us, of really being our slave. What you really wanted was to use us as slaves to fulfil YOUR desires!”

“That’s not true!” I whined.

Pat said nothing. She merely fixed me with a glare so full of venom that it made me physically shudder. I could not blame her. She was absolutely right. Perhaps I had always known it subconsciously but Pat’s wise words had made me acknowledge openly for the very first time just what a despicable person I really was. It was my dream to be Pat and Sarah’s slave, not theirs. I had never really given any thought to what they might actually want if they entered into such a relationship. I had wanted it to be on my terms alone. In effect, I had wanted to be the master rather than a slave. No wonder Sarah had cast me aside. No wonder Pat despised me. It was exactly what I deserved. No, it was better than I deserved.

“I am sorry!” I wailed, grovelling at Pat’s feet and kissing them as much as I could before she drew them away in disgust “I was an arrogant fool but I didn’t mean to be! I really do want to serve you and be your slave, your true slave! You are my Goddess now and I won’t be able to survive a single day without you! Please give me a second chance! Please, I’m begging you!”

I crawled closer to her on my belly and started kissing her feet again. This time, she did not pull them away.

“Very well” she said after several agonising moments had passed “I will give you another chance to prove yourself but first you have to understand the rules you will have to abide to from now on. You will never, ever disobey another of my orders, no matter how unpleasant it is to you. If you do then you will be cast out of my life forever. You will also never raise your voice to me again or you will receive the same punishment. In fact you will never speak to me again unless to respond to my orders, ask me for clarification, pass on a message from others or compliment me. I have always hated the sound of your accent. It grates on my ears and I have no wish to hear it in my house unless I really have to. You are here to be a slave and fucktoy, not my friend or companion. Besides, your attempts at conversation are the most boring I have ever had to endure.”

I flinched at her biting comments but kept my head down and my attention focussed firmly on worshipping her feet. Pat laughed or rather sneered.

“Do you agree to these rules?” she asked “Say no and you can leave right now and spend your life alone, dreaming of what might have been. Say yes and I will teach you what female domination really means.”

I did not have to think for more than a few seconds. I genuinely wanted to make up for my past behaviour. I also could not are to think of returning to silent fantasy, pornography and masturbation when a life of true service to a superior woman was so nearly in my grasp.

“Yes Mistress.” I said, looking up into Pat’s eyes. She was so far above me she really did seem like a Goddess at that moment “I will follow your rules and I will be the very best slave a man can be.”

“Good girl.” smiled Pat, her voice gentler now “Now put on your nice new clothes. My little whore has some work to do!”


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