Mistress calls with instructions

He was so tense; he nearly jumped out of his skin when the phone rang. He fumbled with the earpiece before he got it to his ear.

“Hello”

“Perhaps you would like to try that greeting again”

Her voice. Finally Mistress’ voice. He somehow knew She would sound just this way – strong, sexy, commanding. Just the sound of her voice made his cock respond, although how it could get much harder he did not know. “Hello, Mistress.”

“Where are you?”

“In my bedroom, Mistress. On my knees beside my bed.”

“Very good, my slut. Do you have the things I asked for?”

“Yes, Mistress. 6 spring-action wooden clothespins, a glass of ice water, the 2" anal plug, Icy Hot, the cream in the tube and 2 towels.”

“Very good. I am pleased with you, my slut. I may yet forget that you were late today. Put the plug in the ice water.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He felt an almost overwhelming combination of feelings – anger, fear, desire, disgust, and the every present hard-on.

“I want you to spread one of the towels on the floor, and then kneel back on it. Then take the plug from the water, wipe it off with the other towel, put a bit of the Icy Hot on the tip and wait. Tell me as you do each thing.”

“I put the towel down and am kneeling it on it again.”

His hands were trembling and his voice quavered as he continued to follow her instructions and tell her about each step.

“I am drying the plug now. I have the Icy Hot. I squeezed some on the tip.”

He heard himself speaking before he could bite back the plea.

“Please, Mistress. Please, I beg you. Don’t make me use this butt plug. Please.”

“Quiet, slut. I know you do not like pushing my plug into your ass, but this is not about you, is it? You are simply a tool for my pleasure, aren’t you? Are you prepared to continue?”

He moaned. He couldn’t help himself. He heard his voice crack, “Yes, Mistress. I am only for your pleasure. I will obey.”

“That is my obedient slut. Bend forward, pull your ass cheeks open and hold the plug at the opening.”

He obeyed every order. He was so humiliated even though no one could see him. He felt the icy cold plug with the even colder cream at its tip resting against his anus.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Take a deep breath, my pain slut. Shove the plug in deep, RIGHT NOW!”

He held his breath and did not hesitate. He shoved the plug in deep moaning and crying out from the pain as he did. He could feel his Mistress’ hand pushing the tormenter into place.

“Yes . . . Mistress”

“Do you feel my plug in your ass now, slut? Feel how cold it is? Mmmm . . . enjoy the coolness, whore, because in just a few minutes the heat will begin. Yes. How I love to have you in discomfort . . . pain . . . anguish! Crying out my name.”

He continued to moan. He hated the plug - until it was inside him. Being full for Her, god it was so exciting.

“Take ice from the glass and rub it over your nipples, whore. Press down, holding it firmly in place on the right nipple. Hold it. Hold it. Yes, moan for me, my slut. Now the left nipple. Hold it. Hold it. Yessss . . . “

He could not contain the moans. His nipple ached and was easily as hard as his cock. She knows She is hurting me. Listen to how much She loves hurting me. Even though he knew what was coming next he couldn’t stop obeying Her.

“Pick up one of the clothespins. You do know what I want; do you not, my whore. Tell me.”

“Yes, Mistress. You want me to put the clothespins on my nipples.”

“Yes, those lovely rock hard nipples. First the right. Moan for me, slut. Beautiful. Now, the left. That’s it, whore. Cry out my name. Beg me to make the pain stop. Beg.”

He was barely able to stay on his knees. The pain from his severely pinched nipples began to spread out across his chest. He moaned. And cried. And begged her for mercy. Begged again and again, as he heard Her softly laugh. Twice he nearly took them back off. Then the heat in his ass began. He groaned, “Oh Mistress”

“The heat has begun, has it not? Very good. How many clothespins do you have left, slut?”

He moaned, his breathing ragged as he tried to manage the pain. He realized his cock has softened, but only a little. It was still sticking straight out from his body.

“Four, Mistress.”

“Listen carefully, whore. You are going to do exactly what I tell you to next without further instruction from me. I want you to tell me how you feel every second without pause. Is that very clear? Without pause.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You will place two clips on the skin of each of your balls. Yes, I hear you moaning with just the thought of what you will feel. I want to hear you, slut. Begin.”

He picked up one of the clothespins, barely able to think with his ass and nipples on fire. He reached his left hand down and pulled some skin out on his left testicle. He new the more skin he had the better, but his balls were almost as hard as his cock stretching the skin taut. He slowly reached his right hand down, holding the clip open, and then letting it close slowly on his tender skin . . .

“OH GOD MISTRESS . . . PLEASE . . .”

At the same time he was crying out, he had picked up the second clip and was attaching it to his right testicle. The pain shooting through him brought tears to his eyes and he moaned and begged for mercy.

“PLEASE MISTRESS . . . PLEASE . . . I can’t stand it. The pain is so bad . . . Please . . . Please, Mistress . . . Please let me stop now . . . OOOOOOOOHH . . . PLEASE”

He heard Her soft laugh again and a soft sigh.

“Tell me, slut. What does your cock look like right now?”

“It is hard and sticking straight out. Mistress . . . Mistress . . . please don’t make me use the last two clips . . . OHHHH PLEASE MISTRESS . . . I . . . BEG . . . YOU”

“But your cock, MY cock is so hard. It loves the pain I give. It wants to cum, it feels so good. Place the clips now. Right NOW!”

He did it. He put the two clothespins on his balls. He screamed as he let the last one close. His head was spinning. He was engulfed in pain. The worst he had ever felt for Her. He felt like he would die from the pain. He heard Her speaking softly in his ear.

“Yes, my sweet, pain slut. My whore. Scream for your Mistress. Scream out your beautiful pain. It is so good, is it not? Now . . . my slut . . . say it . . .”

He was gasping for each breath, but he obeyed.

“I . . . am . . . your . . . slut . . . Mistress”

“My whore . . . say it”

“I . . . am . . . your . . . whore . . . Oh please Mistress . . . I .c.c.can’t . . .”

“Yes, you can. You can bear it. You are bearing it. MMmmmm . . . you are making your Mistress very happy indeed. Listen carefully, slut. Listen to your Mistress. I am going to reward your obedience. Listen.”

He had to try to stop moaning, stop crying so he could hear Her very quiet orders.

“Yes . . . Mistress . . . I . . . am . . . listening”

Her voice, just a whisper now.

“Cum for your Mistress . . . right . . . now . . .”

How could he possible cum now? The pain was so intense. He had not even touched himself. How could She expect it of him?

“MISTRESS!!!”

He screamed as his cock exploded, cum pumping out of him.