Clay Man

The light around me dims to leave me in darkness as I start to scurry forward at Domina’s sharp command.

“Hands and knees, boy!”

“Yes, Domina.” I say with a submissive thrill lighting me up. I drop to my hands and knees and crawl across the short, dense carpet which was surprisingly forgiving on the knees. I enter her wide circle of illumination.

“Yes. You look at home down there.” She croons. “Kiss the boot of your Domina then stand for a proper inspection.”

“Yes, Domina.” I kiss the pointed tip of her each boot once then get to my feet.

Standing within five feet of her it is suddenly brought home to me the height disparity between us. Heather and I were roughly the same height and Rebecca was taller than her more voluptuous sister, add to that her long heels and the fact that I was standing in bare feet it meant that I actually had to lift my chin to meet her eye-to-eye. Heather had this way of making me feel small like a beloved treasure cupped in her sure hands, Rebecca’s dominant stare had me feeling like an unworthy worm who had cared to crawl across the sidewalk in front of her. After only a second I lower my gaze again and bow my head as felt right.

“Your instincts are sharp, I’ll give you that.” She scoffs. “But not much more.” She backs away, her pendulous cock swinging between her long legs. “Stand in the center of the light. Arms out wide. Spread your feet. You will be inspected properly, you sniveling little cock slut.”

“Uh…y-yes, Domina.” I say, stepping forward to take the place she’d just vacated. The smell of leather and spice tickles my senses.

She growls. “No ums, no uh, no stammering. You answer clearly and directly.”

“Yes, Domina!” I hold my arms wide, fingers pointed like an airplane wing, and spread my feet shoulder width apart.

The lights in the rest of the room, seemingly with a mind of their own, gradually rise to reveal a sprawling BDSM dungeon. Those ‘ghosts’ I’d seen earlier reveal themselves as different racks and benches and equipment all clearly designed for both **** and ecstasy. Everything was clean, pristine, positioned perfectly, all things in order. The red and black motif carried through every item along with the padded walls and ceilings. Little glints of steel rings sparkle here and there set into the floor, walls and ceiling. Seeing the rest of the room now only made me feel all more the more insignificant and exposed standing there spread eagle in the center.

As I stand, as ordered, Domina turns and strides back to a wall behind her that held a vast array of whips, floggers, ticklers and the like. As she goes my eyes wander from her ass long enough to spot a little device worn just behind her right hip. So that’s how she’s controlling the lights. Clever. Each item on the wall hung in a spot designed just for it. She traces her finger through the air across her tools before stopping at a long riding crop with a hard narrow tip. She plucks it from its hanger…then hangs it back up again. “Leave no mark.” She whispers as her hand drifts to another crop with a far wider end, it’s striking surface four times larger than the first one. This one too she leaves hanging to turn back to me empty handed. “No pain. Mmm. You are a challenge, little Prince.”

She spins back to me and with a long, powerful stride returns to tower over me! It took all I had not to retreat at her sudden advance.

“Look at you!” She spits on me! The warm saliva splatters against my chest and slowly oozes down. “A common mongrel. As common as they come” She grabs my tummy fat roughly. “Soft, flabby, undisciplined. You are worse than common, you are an inferior man. Deficient.” Leaning forward her long cock pokes against mine. “Look at that little twig and those shriveled berries. Pathetic!” I tremble as she scoffs as she looks down at my unimpressive manhood. “You’re probably feeling pretty good about yourself. You’ve found goddesses who actually think you’re pitifully tiny dicklet is enough. Make no mistake, we see it for what it is. Pity is exactly the right word. A substandard specimen even for a male. Good for a laugh a little else.” Shaking her hips back and forth she clubs my pecker with her big schlong. “That fucking pencil will never get near my perfect pussy or mouth, understood?”

“U-Understood, Domina!”

“Look at how small and meager you are compared to a real cock. A woman’s cock!”

“It is small, Domina.” I swallow hard. “Compared to a real c-cock.”

She pauses. “Green?”

“Excuse m…?”

“Green!?”

The safewords! “Yes, Domina. Green.”

“Pfff. I thought so.” She begins to walk around my, her hard eyes panning up and down my flesh with a look of pure disgust on her face. “You enjoy these hard truths, because you know they are true. Those gentle lies you’ve been fed can only penetrate to so deep. Deep down you know what a disappointment you are.”

“Yes, Domina.” My voice wavers.

“Liam. Now there’s a man. Strong. Proud. A fighter. Desired by women. He used to eat punk little bitches like you for breakfast.”

“Yes, Domina.” I whisper as her words slice deep. “I’m doing my best.”

“Not good enough!”

“Ooo!” I hoot as she grabs my ass, hard.

“You’re probably pretty proud of this tight little ass of yours. You think you’re quite the catch. But make no mistake, it is nothing special. Literally any other man would have been just as good if not better. Being a fucking whore for big, beautiful female cocks doesn’t make you special or worthy, it just means you couldn’t satisfy women the regular way and so you compensate with your hole. Look at this sorry ass. Soft, flabby, too many hours sitting on it while should have been transforming this body into something worthy of my time.”

“I’m working on it now, Domina!”

“Work harder. Your body is fucking disgusting.”

“Mmm, yes, Domina.”

“You’re probably feeling pretty good about yourself right now. You’ve gone and stumbled into heaven, snuck in the back door.” Her fingers flick at a little mole I had on my shoulder, noting an imperfection. “But that doesn’t change the facts. You are an ugly, common, whelp of a boy. No brains, no brawn, no skills, no wealth, you bring literally nothing of value. Prince? Pah! You’re just a convenient hole, nothing more. Don’t delude yourself, boy!”

“No, Domina!” I shudder.

“Bad haircut. Common color too. Boring.” She grips at grabs at the muscles of my arms and shoulders. “Muscles, soft. No definition. Fucking laziness. Fucking selfishness. It’s no wonder Blair kicked you to the fucking curb!”

OUCH! “Wh-What!?”

“You heard me you little fucking parasite.” She comes swiftly around me and before I knew it she was staring deep into my eyes! I try to look away but she pulls my head back to **** the eye contact. “Don’t you fucking look away from me you little prick! You are in MY dungeon. You will look where I tell you to look!”

“Y-Yes, Domina!”

“Is that a FUCKING stutter you worthless little boycunt? ANSWER ME!”

“No, Domina!” I whimper, wanting so bad to look away but my deep need to obey overwhelming. “Sorry!”

Her gaze boring into me she says. “Blair saw you for what you really were! A waste of a man. Barely a man to begin with. Small, useless, worthless! Stupid, lazy, worthless!”

“No.” I whisper, shaking my head.

“So pitiful. Such a little worthless bitch of a so called man. If not for pity you’d be alone right now, completely alo…”

“NO! Mmmm!” I whine. “Y-Yellow. Yellow!”

The next thing I knew Rebecca’s strong hand had the back of my head gripped as she held me to her shoulder. My body shakes as I lean into her. “Shhhh. It’s okay.” She whispers. “Boundary found. You’re safe. It’s okay.”

“I…d-don’t like that Rebecca. I don’t like that at all.” I whisper, my body trembling against her. “I don’t want to do that anymore!”

“It’s okay, Elliot. It’s okay. It’s done. I won’t go there again.” She pulls back and looks into my eyes again, in place of hard cruelty I find warmth and concern! “Take a moment. Breathe. If it’s red, it’s red. We can be done if you want.”

“No.” I whisper through another shuddering breath. “No. Just…not that. I’m sorry.”

“You used your safeword, Elliot. You have nothing to be sorry for. I was…reckless. Abusive. That was on me, not you. My apologies. I am not used to…such a challenge as you. Tell me you are worthy to be here.”

“Excuse me?”

“Just say the words.”

“I’m…worthy to be here.”

“Again.”

“I’m worthy to be here.”

“Again.”

“I’m worthy.”

She pats my head. “And don’t forget it, my Prince.”

“Okay.” I take a deep breath and stand tall again as she backs away. “Now what?”

“Now what?” She echoes back to me as she looks me up and down. “No impact play, no verbal humiliation, no emotional pain.” Muttering to herself she returns to her wall of gear. “He grovels well but not a ****, I have one of those. Not a gimp. Not a pain slut. Brat? I’d kill him. Little? Complicated. Pet? Too nice. Service? Boring. No, no, no. Something that fits him. How do I break him down? How do I mold him? This common boy. This clay man. A mold…hard…unforgiving…contained…restrained…a mold to shape him.”

She stops and slowly looks back at me, eyes narrowing. I tilt my head curiously at her

A smile nearly curls her ruby lips, though not quite. I was starting to enjoy those almost grins of hers. “Hands and knees! Where you belong.”

“Yes, Domina.” I return to all fours, excited to start again.

Domina then turns and begins to walk toward wall of bondage racks, tables, cages and equipment I couldn’t even imagine the purpose of. “Come along, young princeling. Let us find you a throne.”