The Slut Prince

The cessation of stress is a new kind of delight all on its own as I sink down into a comfortable kneeling position. My previously straining muscles now glow with the hard earned pleasure of relief.

“Safe word?”

“Green.”

“Come along, slut. Playtime is over.” Domina says, her voice like polished steel, as she strides forward. Slut? With honey now buzzing through my system…I liked the sound of that! Darkness swallows the room for a moment and from the inky black comes the command. “Hands and knees, slut.” A moment later a single spotlight lights up to highlight the waist high padded bench in the near corner.

“Yes, Domina!” I hurry to catch up to her, crawling beside her like some well trained dog.

One by one she leads me past her various **** devices and bondage equipment, each time a new spotlight coming to life to give the new piece a moment to command the room as the light previous fades. At each kinky contraption she pauses to consider her options, occasionally glancing down to me, before moving on to the next. My newly heightened senses catch the aroma of leather and oil and cleaner as well as new sensation in the fibers beneath my hands and knees. Eventually we stop at the opposite corner where a large cross in the shape of an X stood, cuffs and belts attached to the sturdy wooden arms. I peer up and down the bondage cross, already feeling those leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles.

“Hm.” She huffs. “Perhaps on another visit when I have the time to truly explore your limits. Tonight the time is short and my need is great. Let’s see. Which one for this…peasant made prince? Ah! Yes.” Spinning on her heel she looks back through the darkness, her eyes settling on something I could not see. “A prince? A peasant? Yes, yes, yes.” Again the lights go out, I kneel in perfectly darkness, until…a small glow appears halfway back down the wall. Until now the lights had been a stark white, this one however is crimson red. Gradually the illumination grows to reveal a device straight out of medieval times. “Pillory for the slut prince. We’ve found your throne, boy.”

“Oh!”

“Come!”

“Hah!” I gasp as Domina grabs my hair and pulls me along behind her toward my chosen ‘throne’.

Thus far her dominance had been verbal so her sudden manhandling of me takes me completely off guard. I scramble to keep my hand and knees under me as moves swiftly toward the equipment. When we arrive she holds my head, forcing me to look at the type of bondage I was about to experience. The item, bathed in red, was simple, just two sturdy steel posts with a length of wood between them just above waist high off the floor. In that plank were three holes, two smaller ones on either side for the wrists and a larger one dead center for the head. She unfastens the latch holding the board together and flips up the top half with a heave. CLANG! I startle as the ring of wood hitting steel shatters the silence. Gripping me under the shoulder she lifts me to my feet, smiles, then swings me around behind the object and forcibly bends me over. My neck lands perfectly center in the padded depression.

“Stay!” She gives my head a firm pat before pulling my left arm and then my right up so my wrists were in the concavity waiting for each of them. Before I had even fully gotten my feet under me. BAM! The board slams back down again. Quicker than blink I hear the steel clack of the latch locking the pieces together again.

Bent over at the waist, my neck and wrists immobilized, and completely naked I squirm instinctively against the unfamiliar bonds. Instantly I discover that this object wasn’t a novelty, it wasn’t for show, as the dense padding in the holes hold my wrists entirely secure. My neck had a little room to move but the gap wasn’t nearly enough to allow my head to escape. Domina had me entirely at her mercy!

As my heart quickens with a lustful panic I twist and turn, trying to get a view of her, but the pillory kept me from seeing anything except what was directly in front of me, which at this point was only the bright crimson light and the darkness beyond. What was she doing back there? I tremble as suddenly sharp nails run down my spine.

“Look at you. Where is that impudent tone now, boy?”

“Ohhh!” I shiver as the two fingers continue straight from my spine to slip down the crack of my ass.

The two fingers spread to reveal my asshole. She studies like a connoisseur. “Mmm, yesss. Tight. Young. Strong. Squeeze it for me, slut. Make it dance.”

“Nngh.” I clench my kegel to tighten up my sphincter. After a few seconds I let it relax then flex a few more times for her.

“Oh yes. This will do the job.” I could feel Domina’s eyes drinking in the sight of my anus as her fingers spread my cheeks and tapped at my hole. The fingers of her other hand claw down my back, not hard enough to leave marks but damn close. Her nails dig into my hips while her other fingers spread me wider. At no point do her hands come anywhere close to touching my balls or dick. Unlike with the others I had the sense that she had no use for those parts. To Domina I was two holes and a heartbeat.

“Mmmmm!” I whine and try to push back against her fingers. “Hah!” I gasp as she gives my bussy a stiff slap before pulling her hand away

“You are here for MY pleasure, boy. Don’t you forget that.”

“Yes, Domina!”

“I will take what I want for you when I want it.”

“Yes, Domina.”

For a few trembling moments all goes quiet as I don’t feel her or hear her. The first I know of her again is seeing her long cock glide into view out of my peripheral vision. She strides out in front of me, her shadow falling over me in the blood red light. I strain to look up to her face but I couldn’t look that high, the furthest up I could see were her exposed pouting breasts. Even if my eyes could reach her face all I would see is her head silhouetted by the intense spotlight shining down from behind her. In this moment I had no doubt that if I did see that…her demon’s horns would be revealed in this hellish light. She turns to face me. With those stiletto heels on that hard cock was at precisely the right height.

I open my my mouth and stretch my lips toward it, **** to feel its girth slide inside of me. “Hahhhmmm!”

She lets out a low, sultry laugh. “Look at this.” She waves her cock hypnotically before me. “I might not own you, princeling, but I certainly own this moment. Delicious.”

“Hahhmmm.” I make the ‘soft’ noises my Queen so adored, trying to lure her closer. “Hnnnmm!”

“Heh! Cute.” She scoffs. “No. That won’t do, boy. I want you to beg. Beg your Domina. Now!”

“Please!” I gasp, eyes locked on the cock I’d only gotten to taste the very tip of. “Please, Domina. Let me suck your cock.”

She shifts an inch closer. Grabbing the base of her cock in a tight full-handed grip, with PLENTY of cock still sticking past her hand, she waves it in front of me. The veins of her cock swell as she flexes her member. I push against my bonds to get closer but they don’t move and inch. “Why should a common boy like have the privilege of sucking goddess cock?” Her free hand runs up her side to cup her breast and give it a hard squeeze. “What makes you worthy?”

“Ohh, please!” I beg as my nose catches the intoxicating aroma of her musk. God how I needed it! “I’m not worthy. I’m not. You are a goddess!” I’m just…a…”

“Go on.”

“I’m just…I’m just…”

“Say it.”

“I’m just a slut!” I cry. “I’m just two holes for fucking, for using, for stretching! I’m just a SLUT for women to use!”

“Mmm.” She steps closer, her knob now brushing my lips. “Don’t stop now, boy.”

“Use your willing little slut, Domina. Not because I am worthy, because I am yours to use. Let me be your living toy until you are done with me!” I hiss, drool beginning to drip from my bottom lip. “Hrm!” I grunt in frustration as again I try to lunge for the cock I wanted so badly and again I am held firmly helpless. Knowing the pillory wouldn’t let me move allows me strain with all my strength, which was surprisingly satisfying. Though I couldn’t move I could try to move and still be obedient, my submission captured by raw physical restraint. I pull and I tug and I thrust. “Ohhhh, please! Please! Please let me pleasure you. Please Domina! Stuff me! Fill me! Stretch me!” My hips squirm, my own cock already dripping with desire, as I make another futile attempt to put my mouth arouind her. “Please let me feel your cum filling me up! Please! PLEASE! USE YOUR SLUT!”

She uses no words to reply to my begging and pleading. Her face unseen can give me no clue as to whether my begging was good enough.

I whisper. “Please, Domina. Please.”

I only know that I’d done well when…she once more grabs my hair, puts her tip against my lips and slowwwwwwly begins to sheath herself down my throat!