It Was All Too Easy

It was all too easy. There he was, perched on the horse, in obvious pain, with his hands tightly cuffed behind his back, his legs straddling the hard, sharp edges of the beam, his penis bolted to the beam. His feet were pulled up behind him, and his body weight was impaling him onto the very large vibrator that violated his tender, tight ass. His sensitive nipples were tightly and savagely clamped, and his breathing was heavy and labored as he tried to adjust to his punishment, to find some way to bear the pain and pressure in his rectum, and make the cutting edges of the horse somehow less awful. It was perfect, from where I stood.

His mouth was gagged and taped. Although not apparent, I relished in the fact that I had stuffed two large turds in his mouth before taping it tightly shut, my special gift to him. Three pieces of duct tape made the perfect gag, just like he showed me. One horizontal piece was applied across his lips, and then the second piece was applied at a slight angle from horizontal, and the third piece was applied at just the opposite angle. Although I could not see the tape, I knew that his mouth was securely fixed. The leather hood was laced and zipped in place from behind. The front flaps were open now over his eyes, nose and mouth hole, but soon would be zipped shut for the duration. The eye holes in the leather frontpiece revealed his widely open eyes. I could hear him struggle to breathe normally beneath the leather hood. He was swallowing the saliva, stimulated by the contents of his mouth, and I remembered how he had described the awful taste once before, and the sensation to gag or vomit that had to be controlled, as my precious gift to him slowly dissolved.

I felt the tingling between my legs, and the sense of satisfaction at bringing him right to the limits of his ability to cope. His limits had been stretched so far by now, and he was truly my total slave, a pain and humiliation slut, a cuckold, and a sissy. I gently drew my fingers down to my delicate labia, and began to massage my growing clitoris. I was hot, and I watched his eyes follow my fingers to my moist, swollen pussy. I saw his penis begin to grow and swell inside its steel embrace, and I knew just how much it hurt as he became more and more aroused.

I did this to him. I brought him to this abyss. He was mine for all time. I could do with him whatever I wanted. I smiled as he writhed in agony. I put my wet fingers to the nasal openings in the hood. He drew in my pungent scent desperately. It was the scent of pure sexual ecstasy. His penis throbbed, and the pain was surely unbearable. He was overwhelmed, and the torment and pleasure took over. I could feel him quiver despite his rigid bonds.

"Goodnight, Baby," I whispered softly. "Sleep tight." I zipped up the front of the hood deftly, leaving him in total darkness, to concentrate on his pain and pleasure.

"I will see you in the morning, " I said softly through the hood. I opened and closed the door, to make him think I had left. He could hear the lock click, but did not realize that I was still in the room. I was standing to the side, away from him, watching him struggle. My clitoris was on fire, and I needed to climax. I had every intention of making those wonderful moaning sounds of impending bliss, growing quickly to a loud guttural sigh as the climax erupted over me. Then he would know I was still here. He would know how turned on I was, and he would cry real tears inside the hood, knowing that this was as close as he would get. I felt the wonderful sensation building and building. It would be glorious.

Then it happened. I saw him rocking gently, but I was confident that it was only hopeless masturbation that could never lead to a climax. But somehow it did. I saw him stiffen, and watched the hot semen erupt from his turgid, tortured penis and shoot across the room.

Anger quickly swept over me. I was enraged at his scandalous performance. How dare he come without permission. I had already decided that he would never come again. That is why I kept him totally locked away in a custom steel chastity belt that covered his entire penis and scrotum. He was so much more subservient and attentive that way. The belt was only removed when I punished him in other ways, and he was never, ever allowed to come. Yet he had.

I unzipped the hood, peeled back the leather flaps over his eyes and nose, and stared into his frightened eyes. "How dare you!" I screamed. "I will teach you a lesson that you will never forget."

I grabbed the whip from the hook on the wall. I heard him trying to plead with me through the gag. It came out as just gurgling and moaning. I took a vicious cut across his buttocks so deliciously open to my attention. The whip continued to cut across his lower back and buttocks. Blows landed on his lateral thigh. I moved to the other side. I whipped him thoroughly. I had to. I did not want him to derive any pleasure from this. The pleasure was to be mine. His pain gave me such pleasure.

As I whipped him, and realized that he could not move, and could not protect himself in any way from my punishment, I felt the familiar tingling, growing now to the same ferver that I had felt several moments earlier. Each stroke of the whip brought me closer. The climax was deep and powerful. I dropped the whip and grabbed my most feminine parts as the feelings swept over me. I managed to get to a chair, and I screamed as the pleasure came over me in three distinct waves, one after the other. Then peace intervened, and I gratefully collapsed into the warm leather recesses of the chair. He could see me in the mirror, as I dropped into the chair behind him.

It was fifteen minutes or more until I came back to a conscious state. I was aware of his sobbing. It was soft, and intermittent.

I unzipped the back of the hood, and unlaced it slowly. His entire head was wet, and tears streamed down his cheeks, taking the mascara with it in a telltale trail. I licked his cheek, and tasted the salty flavor of his tears. At frequent intervals, he took in a deeper breath and slowly exhaled, trying to compose himself.

I asked him if he had eaten all that I had given him, and he nodded in the affirmative. I dried his face with a towel and held him to my bosom. He seemed most appreciative. But he was tightly bolted to the horse, and really could not move to respond to my embrace. Three strips of duct tape in an "X" pattern over his mouth kept him very quiet.

"We will talk in the morning," I told him. I placed the hood back on his head, laced it firmly, and zipped it shut in back. I looked into his eyes and smiled. As I zipped the front flaps closed, I heard him begin to cry again. He knew better than to protest.

He could have had it all. He could have had me, and loving domination forever. Our romance was right from the storybooks. We had explored each other physically, emotionally and spiritually, and we made beautiful love together. I learned so much from him, and fell hopelessly in love with him. He became more submissive as I became more dominant. It was beautiful for both of us. But he could not make up his mind to commit completely to me, and he caused me such pain because of that. He did not mean to, but he did. We parted for awhile, but our love continued. And so did the loss. We finally got back together again. He begged me to take him back. He needed me.

He wanted me at any price. And now he would pay. We both agreed on that. He had no idea where this would lead. But I did. This was only the beginning. He would never come again. I would see to that. I had already ordered the special steel chastity belt that would be riveted in place, never to be removed. I had already bought the glass jar that would soon hold his balls and scrotum. He had no idea that I would actually cut them off myself, with the help of a wonderful female surgeon that I had met. She assured me that he could stand it, physically, but he would never be the same mentally. He would be crushed for all times. My panties were getting wet again. My cuckold sissy panty slave was secure for the night and for all time. He was mine again, and I was not going to let him slip away again. He would be emasculated at my hand. Poor Bobby. He so deserved it.

And there was a real man waiting for me in my bed. My lover, Joe, had a huge cock, much bigger than Bobby’s. I had told Bobby many times how wonderful it was when Joe first fucked me. I had the most wonderful climax timed just exactly to his. I loved Bobby, and our sexual times were very hot, and wonderful, but he did not please me like Joe. Bobby pleased me by his total devotion. He pleased me with his pain and his total submission. Too bad his penis was so small, and he was such a sissy. But he still thrilled me in a very sadistic way.

I knew I would come once more tonight. I would come as Joe fucked me hard and long. My sissy would hear me in the bedroom above the dungeon. With all this pre-fuck stimulation, I would reach new heights tonight with Joe. I hurried up the steps, and closed the door. I saw Joe in the bedroom, holding his huge cock, hard and dripping, just waiting for me. I pushed him back on the bed and mounted him. I closed my eyes and guided his massive organ into my steaming love canal.

Joe had been locked in a chastity cage for over a week. When I handed him the key earlier tonight, I warned him not to touch himself. I would know. Judging from his swollen, hot member, I was sure he had obeyed.

I went down on him, burying him to the hilt deep inside of me. The expression on his face was priceless. I stopped for a moment, with his huge cock deep inside of me. He looked up in panic. He was so afraid that I was going to get off of him and lock him away again. How he hated the chastity cage. I was not sure he would remain still when I first installed it on him. I gently stroked him as I told him what was in store for him. He protested, but only for a moment. I put a finger over his lips, and he became silent. I remember how he looked up at me and then down at his imprisoned penis. And I remember his pleas, and his weak protests over the following two weeks until he gained his first release. Since then it had not been a problem. He learned not to protest. He hates the cane more than the cage.

I slowly began to stroke up and down on him, moving my hips slightly from side to side as I did so. His penis was so big, and so hot. My juices flowed freely. I banged him with all my strength, in an ever faster rhythm. He matched my rhythm with thrusts from his powerful hips. I saw the look in his eyes. He was so close, and so was I.

When I pushed over the top, my climax came so smoothly, and powerfully. He was coming too, and I felt each gush as he filled my pussy with his hot spunk. I screamed and fucked him harder yet. My second climax came and moved me to an even higher level. He was still so hard and hot. My stud was truly a man, and he maintained massive erection, and thrust harder. He wanted me to come again.

The third climax just overwhelmed me. I collapsed onto his chest, and moved my legs across his legs, so they were together, and I squeezed every ounce of gism from his penis with slow, deliberate clenching of my pussy muscles. I could feel him spasm, and he groaned in pure pleasure.

I pulled off of him and laid beside him on the bed. My hand clenched my groin, as small spasms continued deep inside my womb. My breathing became more regular and slowed as I relaxed slowly.

Joe was motionless on his back, breathing heavily at first, and then gradually his breathing slowed back to normal. We laid there for a few moments staring up at the ceiling. The mirror on the ceiling showed me his face, and I smiled at the look of satisfaction that I saw.

Our eyes met in the mirror. He saw me raise my hand, and make a circle with my pointer finger. I laughed as I saw the absolute horror on his face. The circle sign meant that he was to reinstall the cage. I fluttered my eyelashes, and then narrowed my gaze. Was he going to delay or protest? If he did, that would be his last fuck. But he was already moving his hand toward the nightstand. With his whole groin drenched in love juices, the ring slipped in place quickly, and he was able to push the cage onto the end of his penis.

He was still swollen, even after that great cum session. He looked at me as if to say that he could not get it into the cage.

I whispered softly, "Push harder. Do it now." Obediently, he pushed the cage down onto his member, and it gradually accepted the cruel cage as home. I closed my eyes, content that he would accomplish his mission. In a short time, he was able to push the cage in place, and apply the padlock. My eyes were closed, but I heard the familiar "click" and knew that he was safely secured again.

As he was trained, he placed the key on my stomach, just over my navel. I grabbed it and rolled away from him onto my side. He obediently snuggled behind me. I could feel the smooth cage against my bottom. I was somewhat surprised that it was hot. That was nice. His penis still wanted me. I knew this position would make him swell and hurt. I wriggled back against him, and heard his passionate groan. All was well.

As I drifted into oblivious sleep, I smiled and adjusted my grip on the pillow. What contentment I felt. I had it all. How lucky can a girl get?

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