He was eagerly awaiting the return of his mistress. The thought of her snow white skin and dark soft hair, her voluptuous feminine figure, her gentle hands and beautiful feet, and the toy she sometimes wore for him made his ass clench with anticipation and his spine tingle.

He was kneeling on the floor in front of the entrance door, wearing nothing but a leather collar and black lace thong. the way the thong chaffed against his ass hole made him excited- even at work where he was a strong prominent leader he wore her thong under his suit as a sign of his submission and love to her, his cock would always stand erect when the thong brushed his ass hole and he always came home with the inside of his pants moist with precum.

The entrance door opened- she was home, she had come back to her faithful slave! he didn't dare look up, he kept looking at the floor seeing her feet in the high heeled red peep toes with the delicate toenails covered in red as well- his mouth watered. She closed the door and he quickly crawled toward her, kissing the bare skin of her feet and ankles, then kissing up her calves to the hem of her black business skirt. His heart leapt as he noticed a bulge under her skirt, his cock immediately became moist with precum. He stopped his upward trail of kisses and waited for a sign that he had permission to continue, she lifted her skirt and he saw the cause of the bulge. He gulped loudly- this was not the usual toy, this toy was new and considerably bigger. the thought of this new, eight inch monster entering his ass made him both scared and excited, he knew that he would have to take it-he would not disappoint his mistress.

"Do you like my surprise, slave boy?" she asked him.

"Oh yes mistress, thank you so much!"

"Does my little slave boy think he could handle his surprise?"

"Yes mistress, your slave could take anything mistress thought was good for him".

She looked down at him with love in her eyes, she knew that he would do anything for her and that he needed what she was giving him.

"Get up", she ordered, "and undress me".

He quickly got up on his feet, not believing all the luck he had- the privilege to undress her on top of the new toy felt like a dream. He started slowly unbuttoning her white shirt, not daring to look up at her face. The soft delicate skin that he was revealing and the smell of her perfume were making his cock hurt. Her heavy supple tits nestled in a white lace bra and he had to resist the urge to bury his face in them. He was very careful to not touch her as he undressed her, knowing that touching her without express permission would entail a punishment. He removed her top and proceeded to unzip her skirt, letting her step out of it. He folded her clothes neatly and placed them on the chair by the door.

"Follow me", she said and stepping around him proceeded to the living room. He quickly got back to his knees and crawled after her.

When he got to the living room she was sitting in the big arm chair, her legs spread, the toy sticking up, he stopped at her feet and awaited orders.

"Suck my cock, slave boy", she ordered in her stern voice.

He gulped looking at the toy, how would he take it deep into his mouth? He shuffled closer, his hands now behind his back so as not to accidentally touch her. he took the head into his mouth and started slowly moving down on the cock, after about five inches he felt it hitting his throat, he gagged a bit and stopped, taking in a deep breath through his nose. A tap on his head told him to continue; he did all he could to relax his throat and continued swallowing the cock, he felt it in his throat and kept going. When his nose touched the black harness he was thrilled- he'd made it, his mistress will be proud. He felt her soft hand on his cheeks and shuddered with desire. Slowly he let the toy out of his mouth, sucking just the head again. The toy she was wearing was two sided and as he sucked it- it moved a dildo in her pussy and stimulated her clit. his efforts on the cock were making her wet and her smell aroused him even more, he couldn't wait for her to fuck him, to feel her thighs slapping against his, her nails digging into his skin.

"Stop", she commanded and he immediately let the cock out of his mouth.

"Stand up and bend over the couch", she indicated the big high backed sofa and he obeyed.

She stood behind him and positioned the cock at his ass hole, he shivered in fear- wasn't she going to use any lube? She started tracing his entrance and he shivered again.

"Please mistress, can you put some lube on my asshole?" he asked timidly, afraid he might be punished.

Without a word she stepped away from him and then turned around and went to a different room. He was left alone in the living room, bent over the couch, his legs spread and his hands behind his back. He was afraid he'd said too much and made his mistress angry. where was she? Why did she go away? He shouldn't have said anything; he should have taken the pain- tears welled in his eyes at the thought.

He kept standing this way for what seemed like hours; he didn't dare move in case she came back. he wanted her to come back so much, he wanted to know she wasn't angry with him for presuming to know what he needed better than she did.

When she came back to the living room she was on the phone to a male friend of hers, she was still wearing the strapon but she didn't even look in his direction. She was giggling like a school girl and obviously flirting with the guy she was talking to. He could hear the male voice on the other side laughing too. He felt like he was going to burst, he'd made her mad and now she didn't want him anymore- she wanted this idiot she was talking to. He was burning with jealousy, consumed with it, he wanted to scream but all he did was stand there the way she left him, neglected and unnoticed, and cry. The tears that had welled up before now ran down his face, he listened to her as she kept talking, not even looking in his direction, and a loud sob escaped his lips. She looked at him indifferently for a few seconds then got up and left the room again.

Now he was really crying- sobbing loudly, he didn't care anymore- she didn't love him. She came back after a minute though, and this time without the phone, instead she had a leather whip in her hand and something metallic.

"Well slave boy, now you will learn your lesson. You will learn to trust your mistress' judgment".

"Yes mistress", he sobbed, "I'm so sorry, thank you mistress".

He didn't care what she would do to him; he'd take anything just to know that he was still hers and that she wouldn't leave him, he'd prove to her that he could take the pain, that he was strong for her. He felt her on his right, her hand pinching his nipple, it felt so good his cock twitched, then he felt it pierced with pain.

She had attached a metal nipple clamp- it had little teeth on it that bit into his hard nipple. He bit his lip in order not to scream. The same thing was done to his other nipple; he felt both pain and pleasure as his cock was now rigid from her actions.

"Now your punishment will begin", she said, "you will receive thirty whiplashes, you will thank me for each one, is that understood?"

"Yes mistress", he answered.

"If you do not hold through your punishment we will be over, understood?"

"Yes mistress", he cried- the thought of her leaving was unbearable.

She took the whip and lashed his ass- "one", she said loudly.

"Thank you mistress", he answered.

The second lash was stronger and more painful but he could stand it- "thank you mistress".

Despite the pain his cock was hard and straining. Ten more lashes followed in increasing strength and he thanked her for each one. His cock was now so hard it hurt; he felt an incredible need for release but knew he did not deserve it after his behavior. On the thirteenth lash she hit his back; he yelped at the unexpectedness of it and thanked her. Then she lashed at his thighs and a few strands of leather hit his balls and made them sting- he jumped a little.

"Thank you mistress", he groaned.

"Spread your ass cheeks with your hands", she commanded.

He didn't dare question her this time and the next lash hit directly on his ass hole, he howled in pain and thanked her. His cock was now leaking precum, his whole body felt on fire but he knew he had more to go. The following ten lashes also hit his ass hole and he felt that it was swollen and bruised. He was crying in pain and humiliation now but he knew he wanted it- he had never felt this hard before.

"Stand up and face me", she ordered.

"Yes mistress".

Four lashes hit his nipple clamps and he felt he might faint with pain but he struggled to remain standing.

"You only have one more to go", she told him.

"Yes mistress, thank you".

The last lash was not as strong as the others but it hit his hard cock, he screamed with pain that he had never known the likes of.

"Thank you mistress", he screamed.

She let his pain subside a little before speaking- "good slave. Now tell me the lesson you have learned from this".

"I will never speak out of turn or doubt my mistress' judgment", he sobbed, "Please mistress, I love you".

She stepped closer to him and raised her hand to his face to caress his cheek- "I love you too my slave boy, don’t forget that".

"Yes mistress", he cooed, rubbing his cheek against her palm.

"Thank you, mistress".

"Now bend over again and wait for me".

"Yes mistress", he bent over and steadied himself on the back of the sofa.

He was in pain and yet he was still hard, he knew that if she would let him he'd cum harder than ever before. She returned again and stood behind him, he couldn't see her but he felt her presence. Then something cold and wet was applied to his raw asshole and he realized it was lube, the cold helped to numb his pain a little and he moaned in pleasure and relief . He couldn't believe she was going to fuck him now- it would hurt so much with his ass bruised the way it was- but at the same time he knew he wanted her to do it, he knew he'd be willing to beg for it, that he would never ask her to stop. She applied a generous amount of lube to his ass and then to the dildo.

"Do you want me to fuck you, slave boy?" she asked as she positioned the head at his ass.

"Oh yes please, mistress, please fuck my tight ass hole with your big cock".

"That's good slave", she smiled.

She pushed the head of the cock into him, it did hurt with all the bruises and swelling but the lube helped, and after a few seconds the head was in with a satisfying pop.

"Oh thank you mistress", he moaned.

She pushed again hard and the cock went all the way into him. He screamed and clenched his ass over the cock, his own cock was now leaking cum due to the stimulation of his prostate. He felt as though he was Cumming continuously.

"Start moving", she lightly slapped his bruised ass cheek and he winced.

"Yes mistress".

He started moving back and forth, fucking the dildo with his ass. The bit that was in her pussy was moving and causing her immense pleasure.

"Don't you dare stop or cum until I tell you to", she grunted.

"Yes mistress", he moaned in reply, knowing that even the slightest touch to his cock now would make him burst and hoping he would be able to hold himself.

She held on to his hips to steady herself as she felt the pleasure building inside of her. He was moving faster now, moaning and grunting, his ass feeling stretched and oh so full. He knew what it was doing to her and he wanted to make her cum, he wanted to please his beloved mistress. She was gripping his hips harder, thrusting into him, her body tingling with the approaching orgasm. She was moaning and shaking as the wave of pleasure hit her, her lusty moans of pleasure drove him on, he didn't stop moving for a second- he kept fucking back onto the dildo and causing her and himself more and more pleasure. As her body was hit by mini waves she leaned into him, her soft breasts pressing against his bruised back, her hand snaking around him.

"Cum slave", she whispered in his ear as her hand wrapped around his cock.

he didn't need to be told twice, his cock twitched in her hand and he spurted rope after rope of thick hot cum. his body was shaking, he was screaming as he came, his nerves felt all raw and exposed, his orgasm felt like a fireball through his body. After a few minutes he stopped spurting cum but he still felt like he was Cumming.

She let go of his cock and pulled out of him and he clung to the couch for support, he felt his knees might give way. The floor and the back of the couch were covered in cum. she let him regain his strength.

"Follow me", she ordered and he got to his knees and crawled after her to the bedroom.

"Lie down on the bed".

He lay down on his back and she removed the nipple clamps from his nipples. He yelped in pain as the blood flowed to each nipple and caused it to burn.

"Thank you mistress", he moaned as he felt her cool tongue soothing his sore nipples.

She removed the toy and lay down next to him, spreading her arms for him to nestle against her. He snuggled as close as he could, his cheek resting against the side of her breast. He felt weary and in pain and at the same time happy and loved as she wrapped her arms around him.

She kissed his face- "sleep my sweet slave", she whispered as his eyes closed, a look of content on his face.