It started out a typical night in the dungeon. Empress M, a strikingly beautiful
Mistress with long jet black hair walked into the room. She was wearing a black dress with thigh high stockings and high heels. Her presence was magnetic. "Slave Lucky", she said. "I have company coming over, you will to stay down here tonight."
"Yes Mistress".
She walked over to me with a pair of shackles. She then secured me to a double St.Andrew's cross, as a restless slave can get himself into trouble while his Mistress is busy at work.
"Slave Lucky", she said. "I will return in a few hours. I want you to behave."
"Yes Mistress."
Outside I could hear the wind howling. It was late and my mind soon wandered off. As the wind screamed in pain, I thought of the countless slaves Empress brought in, for her own sadistic delights. How they would long for her attention and then have to pay for it with suffering, humiliation, corporal and other abuses, for the honor of being in her presence. Meanwhile, my suffering became somewhat of a ritual as I was being forced to listen and watch each night, chained and shackled, while their pleasure became my own inescapable torment.
Without warning, a loud burst of thunder pounded from outside and a driving rain whipped against the dungeon's only window. I could hear voices from upstairs and although I could not hear what they were saying, I could tell that it was going to be a long night. My head grew tired and although I fought it, I soon fell into blackness.
When I awoke, my eyes focused on the slave that Empress had locked and bound in the stockade. Her long dark hair barely covered her ample breasts. Weights affixed to clamps were tugging down on her swollen, outstretched nipple's panning down even further I could see an array of brightly colored clothes pins clamped on an already dripping wet snatch. Empress was attaching another clothes pin when I realized my penis, fully erect now, could give away my excitement. The consequences for such offences in the past often produced devastating results of which I would be forced to endure. I closed my eyes and tried to place myself somewhere else.
I could not.
The slave's screams and moans only intensified and when they finally subsided, I could hear Empress instructing her as she was allowed out of the stockade.
"Sub Lori, get down on the floor."
"Yes Mistress."
A few minutes had past and I then worked the courage to open my eyes. I could see that Empress had tied Sub Lori's ankles to a spreader bar, suspending them upwards was a rope tied around a pole, which in turn was tied around a smaller bar spreading her hands in the air. Empress then looked over at me and then down between my legs. My cock was throbbing and my head was delirious. I knew of the penalties she would need to impose, but tonight would be different. Tonight would be not like all the other nights. Tonight would be a night I could not forecast, for tonight, tonight would be a slave's lucky night.
Empress unshackled me from the cross and instead of kicking, this time she pulled me down to the floor by my balls. She ordered Sub Lori to lick her pussy. She then grabbed my tormented cock and shoved it into Sub Lori's mouth. She let it go and began pushing it with her foot. She grabbed it again and began beating Sub Lori's face with it.
My tortured penis could handle no more and exploded.
White hot cock juice covered Sub Lori's face.
She squealed and moaned from her own excitement, and quickly we were separated and I was led to confinement, a small holding cell where I would spend the rest of the evening.
I put my head against the floor and listened to the thunderstorm rage on. What would Empress M have in store for me after this one? Pain and punishment? Maybe pain and pleasure. The storm's anger climaxed and tapered down to a gentle rain and I was soon fast asleep.
Mistress with long jet black hair walked into the room. She was wearing a black dress with thigh high stockings and high heels. Her presence was magnetic. "Slave Lucky", she said. "I have company coming over, you will to stay down here tonight."
"Yes Mistress".
She walked over to me with a pair of shackles. She then secured me to a double St.Andrew's cross, as a restless slave can get himself into trouble while his Mistress is busy at work.
"Slave Lucky", she said. "I will return in a few hours. I want you to behave."
"Yes Mistress."
Outside I could hear the wind howling. It was late and my mind soon wandered off. As the wind screamed in pain, I thought of the countless slaves Empress brought in, for her own sadistic delights. How they would long for her attention and then have to pay for it with suffering, humiliation, corporal and other abuses, for the honor of being in her presence. Meanwhile, my suffering became somewhat of a ritual as I was being forced to listen and watch each night, chained and shackled, while their pleasure became my own inescapable torment.
Without warning, a loud burst of thunder pounded from outside and a driving rain whipped against the dungeon's only window. I could hear voices from upstairs and although I could not hear what they were saying, I could tell that it was going to be a long night. My head grew tired and although I fought it, I soon fell into blackness.
When I awoke, my eyes focused on the slave that Empress had locked and bound in the stockade. Her long dark hair barely covered her ample breasts. Weights affixed to clamps were tugging down on her swollen, outstretched nipple's panning down even further I could see an array of brightly colored clothes pins clamped on an already dripping wet snatch. Empress was attaching another clothes pin when I realized my penis, fully erect now, could give away my excitement. The consequences for such offences in the past often produced devastating results of which I would be forced to endure. I closed my eyes and tried to place myself somewhere else.
I could not.
The slave's screams and moans only intensified and when they finally subsided, I could hear Empress instructing her as she was allowed out of the stockade.
"Sub Lori, get down on the floor."
"Yes Mistress."
A few minutes had past and I then worked the courage to open my eyes. I could see that Empress had tied Sub Lori's ankles to a spreader bar, suspending them upwards was a rope tied around a pole, which in turn was tied around a smaller bar spreading her hands in the air. Empress then looked over at me and then down between my legs. My cock was throbbing and my head was delirious. I knew of the penalties she would need to impose, but tonight would be different. Tonight would be not like all the other nights. Tonight would be a night I could not forecast, for tonight, tonight would be a slave's lucky night.
Empress unshackled me from the cross and instead of kicking, this time she pulled me down to the floor by my balls. She ordered Sub Lori to lick her pussy. She then grabbed my tormented cock and shoved it into Sub Lori's mouth. She let it go and began pushing it with her foot. She grabbed it again and began beating Sub Lori's face with it.
My tortured penis could handle no more and exploded.
White hot cock juice covered Sub Lori's face.
She squealed and moaned from her own excitement, and quickly we were separated and I was led to confinement, a small holding cell where I would spend the rest of the evening.
I put my head against the floor and listened to the thunderstorm rage on. What would Empress M have in store for me after this one? Pain and punishment? Maybe pain and pleasure. The storm's anger climaxed and tapered down to a gentle rain and I was soon fast asleep.