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                               William's Punishment
                                  (a true story)

I held the note at the window for better light and read it again:

   "Come to my house at 7pm tonight.  Wear high heeled shoes,
   a short skirt and a blouse that unbuttons. Do not wear
   underwear and have your cock and balls shaved bare."

I couldn't believe my eyes.  She was actually asking me over.
But what did she have planned for me.  I was both excited and
fearful. It was six o'clock now. I went into the bathroom and
undressed. How in the hell did I get into this terrible mess
anyway, I pondered. It was just yesterday that she had caught me
smoking marajuana just behind the gym at the university.  She
is a security guard and told me she would report me to the dean.
I offered her $100.00 in order to stay out of trouble,
but she declined saying that she took her job seriously and
wanted to rid the university of druggies.  I almost laughed at her,
but she was very serious. Besides, she turned me on.  Her figure was
fantasatic and I could see her nipples jutting throught her
uniform.  I fantasized that they were big, erect nipples, just
the way I like them.  She was definately a beautiful woman.
She had brown hair, blue eyes and a French accent.
She told me I could be dismissed from the university for making
the offer I had just made, and ordered me off the property. A few
moments later she had strongly called me back, played back a
tape recording she had made of the conversation and threatened
to send a copy to the dean unless I did as I was told. In fear
of these consequences, I had quickly  agreed.  Earlier today I
got the note. It was unsigned, but I knew who it was from.

I rinsed the soap off my body, climbed out of the shower and
towelled myself dry. I combed my hair, and dressed in a skirt
which had been left by one of my former girlfriends.  It
did fit me, but barely  covered my ass.  Next I put on some
high heels, and a low cut blouse  which had also been left.
'Stockings?' I wondered. I thought I would look real good in
them, so I put on a pair. I then looked at myself in a mirror.
Not bad, I thought. Just like a hooker!  She will definately
approve of me and I was sure we would have a great evening of sex,
and if I really was able to please her fancy she might just
forget the whole business afterall. Better not be seen out on
the street like this though.  So I put on a trench
coat and got in my car.

                *              *             *

'You're half an hour late, you little slut.' She said.  She did
not give the welcome I expected. 'Get your ass in here.' I
started to make excuses about the traffic, but she did not want
to hear. 'Shut your mouth, you silly little bitch. You're going
to have to learn to do everything I tell you, and do it right.
If you say one more word I'm going to gag you.'

'But, officer.....' That was all I had time to say before the
she grabbed my head and strapped a rubber ball gag into my
mouth.  I was still coming to terms with the shock of this, when
my wrists were grabbed, and bound together behind my back. I
turned to face her, and she ripped my blouse open, exposing
my chest and losing several buttons in the process.

'My God,' I thought, 'what kind of pervert is she?'

As if to answer my question, she went on to describe the
experiences in store for me that evening. While she was
squeezing and twisting my little nipples, she said, I'm
going to give you a good spanking, to punish you for being so
late. I will tie you up with a few ropes and see what I can
my imagination can come up with. While you're still tied up I'm
going to fuck your tender little ass with  a double dildo. Then
I will suck on your cock until it swells and becomes long and hard.
And when you are just about ready to cum, I will deny you by
stopping everything.  I will do this over and over again,
until you scream for release.'

'Now, I have a special little treat for you.  And I think it will
be a real surprise.' She pointed to the corner of the room. 'I
want you to bring me that paddle right now slut.'

I thought for a brief moment that this evening was not going to
be nearly as enjoyable as I had hoped. I looked at the paddle
and thought that it did not look very thick. 'How bad can it
be?' I thought,  and fetched the paddle - with some difficulty
because of the restraints.

She indicated where I should stand, and ordered me to
bend over. The cheeks of my ass were now exposed by the short
skirt. 'Pull up your skirt,' she ordered, and I gingerly pulled
up the back of my skirt and tucked it in the waist band. 'Legs
apart!' I spread my legs, aware that my shaved cock and balls
were now on display. 'Wider!' I spread my legs till it hurt, and
knew she was enjoying the view. I moaned suddenly as one of her
fingers slid into my asshole. My cock was rock hard and erect by
now and she reach around and grabbed it.  She stroked it
beautifully a few times, but she did not give me any
satisfaction. In a moment my wrists were fastened to a chain
which was hooked to a planter hook in the ceiling, and my ankles
also in locking cuffs were fastened to the ends of a
long bar, forcing my legs even wider apart.  'You're going to get
thirty strokes,' she said, 'on your cute little ass. After that
you get a choice - you can agree to be my sex slave until you
graduate from college, or you can take another thirty strokes,
but this time across your cock. Well, here we go.'

I flinched as the paddle lashed past my upturned ass, but the
stroke did not connect. 'That cunt!' I thought, 'she's playing
with me.' The second and third strokes did not make contact
either, and I was beginning to think that the whole thing was a
game, but suddenly the paddle bit into my bottom, and I really
felt a line of fire across my cheeks. 'Oh, that's BAD!' I
thought, 'I can't stand that. I've got to tell her to stop.'

I was now wriggling, moaning and pleading through my gag, as the
paddle hit my buttocks again and again. By the tenth stroke I
realized that she was rather enjoying the wriggling, but
otherwise paying no attention to my pleas. Now, the pain was
pretty   bad and I started to cry tears of pain and frustration.
But my cock  was sticking up higher and was harder than ever.

After twelve strokes, she paused to cut the rest of the clothing
off my body. Then she got herself a drink and sat in an
armchair admiring my body displayed in bondage. My former creamy
white cheeks of my ass were now fiery red and swollen. She
waited until my sobs were reduced to quiet snuffling. The next
twelve strokes were delivered very slowly, with pauses to fondle
my balls and caress my cock. I was still desperately turned on,
and each time her fingers stroked my balls I would almost cum.
But she seemed to know this and would stop just at the brink of
orgasm and give me another slashing blow across my swollen hot
red ass.

She paused again, and fetched something that looked to like clip
on earrings. She then teased and pinched my nipples into hard
erection. I realized with a shock what she intended to do.  The
devices were clipped onto each of my nipples.  They pressed so
hard that the nipples were distorted.  They had small weights on
them that pulled my tender nubbins and made them hang long.  The
clips hurt,  but not nearly as much as my tormented butt.

The last six strokes were the worst. These were as slow as the
previous set, but with delightful fondling to relieve the pain.
Each one was harder than the last, and they covered the back of
my thighs as well as my now burning resilient ass. I was sure
she had lost count, and would go on spanking me for ever. The
last one was an uppercut, that left a welt on my inner thigh
only inches from my shaved cock. Despite all this, I felt I was
ready to cum anytime.  But instead, again, she stopped and
removed my gag. "Want any more?' she asked. 'Across your cock
this time?'

'No, no, please, I beg you, no, no more.'

'Beg to be my sex slave then. And call me Mistress.'

'Please, oh, please, Mistress, let me be your sex slave, but
don't punish me any more. I'll do anything you want, anything at
all. Please Mistress, I beg you!'

'You agree to do anything I want and with anyone I want, until
you graduate in two years?'

'Yes Mistress.'

                *              *             *

The next few hours were a blur for me. I remembered the first
orgasm.  Still tied bent over, she started stroking my tender
cock with the butt of the whip.  I could not help it,  but I
came all over it... spurt after spurt of hot, white cum soaked the
whip handle.  She made me lick all my cum off it as a
punishment.  She was yelling and berating me and told me that if
I ever came without her permission again, she would punish me by
whipping my cock until I fainted.  After that, I knew I would be
able to control myself.  The time seemed to drag on and it was hard
to keep track of what happened.  Had she masturbated herself with
watching me with the big 10" vibrating buttplug quivering up my
asshole?  Had I really  begged to lick her pussy clean after she
had been to take a pee?  How long had she left my ankles and
wrists tied to my slave collar,  with a plastic bag of ice cubes
tied on my cock.  My cock was almost frozen before she had
finally warmed it with her warm mouth.  Again, she sucked on me
until I was just ready to cum and then stopped and watched my
cock throbbing and jerking to a dry orgasm. Finally I fell
asleep, sore and  exhausted, tied spread-eagled on her bed, my
private parts displayed for all to see.

Others came into the room to view this erotic scene. Some
fondled me while others opened my cheeks and stuck various
things in me. They  seemed to especially enjoy kissing and
sucking my penis until it was erect then leave.

                *              *             *

I was awakened by being almost smothered by warm fragrant flesh.
I tried to push the offender away, and remembered that I could
not move. The events of the past few hours came back to me in a
rush, and I opened my eyes expecting to see my Mistress's body,
but to my shock there was another smooth shaved cock right above
my mouth. I shook my head, but heard her say, 'Suck
it, bitch, I want to see you suck it dry.' I had never even
seen a cock up this close and when I refused, I heard a familiar
swish, and felt a lash leave a stinging welt on my thigh.  At
once my mouth opened and accepted the hard penis that was
forcing its way in.  Getting caught up in it, my tongue stroked
along his shaft and I sucked it deeply into my mouth.  It did not
take very long for him to cum, as I knew I was exciting him
profoundly.  His cock began to throb and hot cum shot into my
mouth in thick squirts.  It tasted both sweet and a bit salty,
but not at all bad.  Watching this,  Mistress then settled her
ass down on my face, and begin to squirm and wiggle with obvious
enjoyment as my tongue entered her hot, wet pussy. Soon she was
cumming too, now with her cum filling my mouth.

This was the first time I had ever had sex with a man, and I
felt very humiliated to have been forced into it in this way.
But more than that I felt very embarrassed that I had enjoyed it
so much.

                *              *             *

Soon it was apparent that my Mistress had more than one slave.
She also had a slave girl, who had probably been entrapped in
the same way, I thought, and wondered how many other students
over the  years had fallen prey to her hidden tape recorder.
Over in the corner I could hear the slave girl moaning. She was
sitting on the floor, legs tied spread eagle and arms tied and
stretched high above her.  My Mistress was kneeling in front of
her and spreading her shaved vaginal lips and attaching thin
chains to the rings which apparently went through her labia lips.
She wasn't being hurt by this and rather seemed to enjoy it.
Then my Mistress attached each of the chains to the slave's
ankle cuffs, which were spread eagle.  This caused the girls
labia lips to be stretched out wide, exposing her pink inner
lips.  Now Mistress tormented her by flicking her tongue across
her very swollen clitoris, over and over again... until the girl
could not stand it any longer.  Then, inserting her index finger
into her cunt, masturbated the slave to within a pulse of an
orgasm and stopped cold.  The woman squirmed and pushed her cunt
outward trying to make contact again.  But all this to no avail.
Now, Mistress was standing over her and pushing her vagina onto
her mouth.  Within moments Mistress came with great magnitude.
Her cum then gushed out of her cunt and the slave lapped it up.
I wondered if it was a dubious  pleasure to taste her Mistress's
cum dripping out like that, or did she enjoy it too.

                *              *             *

Another woman slave turned out to be a good looking redhead
called Cindy, who was in her final year at the university, and
had been her sex slave for the past two years.  I
noticed that she wore gold rings in both of her nipples.

As the newest slave I was the lowest one on the totem pole, and
I  had to spend the night hog tied naked on the floor, while my
Mistress and Cindy used the bed. I watched them have sex all
evening and my cock was aching having never gone soft.

In the morning Cindy fetched Mistress breakfast in bed, and then
I noticed her whispering in Mistress's ear (and licking it a
little, too). I could hear only parts of it and it seemed that
Cindy was asking to do something to me in the evening.

                *              *             *

Cindy left for lectures, but she had one humiliation
left for me.  She placed a silver collar with the word "SLUT"
engraved on it around my neck, and locked it in place with a
tiny padlock. 'That will mark you as my slave for a while,' she
said, pocketing the key. 'Soon, you too will have rings through
your nipples, just like Cindy, and maybe your soft cock skin as
well.' I shuddered.  But tomorrow, you will be passed around for
everyone to enjoy.  So get some good sleep tonight.' I started
to protest, but she silenced  me with a warning grip on my
balls. 'If you are a very good little  slave tomorrow, maybe
I'll let you take your revenge on Cindy,  for it was her idea.'



                        William's Punishment
                             Chapter II

The next day was a difficult one for me. I was forced to wear
all types of women's clothing and under garments, while everyone
sat around and mocked me. They played with me under the clothing
and each had their way with me, making me suck and lick them
until they all came several times. The slave collar locked
around my neck was an easy way for everyone to control me.
Also, I was constantly being reminded that I was just a slave
and was a lowly slut and worthless. And, also that there was
much, much more to come.

For some reason, all of this did not seem to be quite as
terrible in retrospect. Although I was constantly aroused and
denied,  I found solace remembering my Mistress's promise that I
would be  allowed to take revenge on Cindy.  Each time I was
forced to bring  them to orgasm I would imagine Cindy's nipples
being stretched out  by the rings and a massive dildo pushed
deep in her ass, while she was being forced to suck my cock
until I emptied my load into her mouth.

Sometimes I would stroke my own nipples, (on which I was
required to keep the clips at all times) and remember my
Mistress threatening to pierce them, so that I could wear rings
just like Cindy's. I could not quite bring herself to believe
that anyone could do that to me.  It just wouldn't happen.  But,
still the thought made my cock stiff.  The clips would hurt when
I would pull on them testing how it would feel when they too
where stretched out and I was tormented.  Sometimes I would
imagine Cindy changing places with me,  and imagine my ass being
penetrated by the huge butt plug.   With my tender nipples
pierced, pulled and tormented.  This image made me want to cum
even more strongly when the roles were reversed.

                *              *             *

"Strip!"  was  Mistress's first command to me as I walked in the
door.  Well, I had not expected an affectionate welcome. I
quickly removed my shirt and pants, and the scarf that disguised
the slave collar I had to wear.  I did not wear underwear, and I
kept my cock freshly shaved.  Today I made sure I arrived on time.

"Get down on all fours - stick your ass high up in the air!  Knees
apart, bitch!"  I was quick to obey.  Mistress stood over me
with a leather cat of nine tails in her hand.  She trailed the
ends of the lash up the tender crevice between the cheeks of my
ass and along my cock. "Three strokes to put you in your place.
You will beg me for each one, and thank me afterwards."

"Yes, Mistress. Please may I have the first stroke?"

"Where?"

"On my behind. Please, Mistress, may I have the first stroke on
my bottom?" The lash came down on my buttocks with a stinging
blow that made me gasp.  "Ah, ah, ah. Thank you, Mistress.
Please may I have the second stroke on my bottom?  "The second
stroke was much harder than the first. I could barely get out
the words now. "Aaaah, oooh. Thank you, Mistress. Please may I
have the third stroke on my tender ass?"

"No, not on your bottom. On your cock."

I flinched in anticipation. "No, Mistress, please..."

"Ask for it, slut, or you'll get thirty strokes, not three."

"Please, Mistress, no, not on my cock.  Please, no."

"Ok, slut, now you will get 30 on your cock.  I warned you...
Now what do you say to me?"

"Please, may I have the last strokes across my cock." I could
only  whispered the last word.

"Now you must ask for extra hard strokes."

"Please, Mistress, may I have extra hard strokes across my cock."

She began to lash my cock.  Her aim was impeccable and each blow
landed directly on the shaft, causing it to jerk with pain.
My cock would bounce around, as each lash would pull on it as it
wrapped around the shaft. The last blow of the lash caught the
tender flesh of my cockhead and reduced me to tears.  Mistress
watched as I crouched at her feet until my sobs died down to
whimpers. She recorded all this on video and finished it off
by fucking me in the ass with a huge vibrator that she shoved
forcefully in and out of my ass. She reached around me with
the most tender hands and stroked cock until I shot thick
squirts of cum high in the air. I seemed to cum forever,
and then I was soft.

                *              *             *

Cindy was waiting for us when Mistress led me into the bedroom.
Not that Cindy had much choice in the matter - she was well
restrained with a long dildo fully inserted in her wide spread
cunt.  I loved to see her helplessness and total vulnerability.
Her totally naked body bore the signs of a  recent lashing. her
cunt had been freshly shaved.  Her ankles were tied to either
end of a long bar,  keeping her legs spread far apart.  Her
wrists were fastened to a similar bar, which were attached in
the middle to a collar around  her neck.  A large ball gag was
strapped into her mouth.  To complete her immobilization, the
rings thru her nipples were  attached with threads to a hook in
the ceiling. She had to stand on her toes to prevent the rings
from being ripped out.  Her full breasts were pulled upward by
the strain and her nipples were  stretched to about an inch
long. The strain was obvious in the lines on her face, body and
breasts. "She's all yours for an hour or two, William. Do
whatever you like to her."  Cindy grunted through her gag and
tried to shake her head.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said.  My cock already erect with
anticipation.  Then I whispered,  "Do you have a really enormous
butt plug for me to use?"  She smiled and nodded.

It took a while for me to get Cindy's asshole plugged to my
satisfaction.  I worked up through several smaller dildos,
lubricating each one, and working it in and out several times
before going on to the next one.  After each one I  paused to
taunt her, slap her ass, and my fingers into her cunt.  Now with
her butt plug in place, I was able to put  my whole fist into
Cindy's cunt and probed her as deeply as I could.   After this,
I pinched and pulled the rings on her cunt lips, and pushed her
almost off balance stretching her nipples even more.  It was a
beautiful sight.

"Please, Mistress," I asked, "May I play with myself while I
lash this bitch?"  Mistress nodded, and handed me the lash.  This
was the first time I thought I had the capacity to dominate
another person.  The discovery of my submissive nature was
nothing  to the discovery of my capacity for torment.  Again and
again while the lash in my hand cut at Cindy's body, leaving
welts on buttocks,  thighs, back, belly and breasts, my fingers
stroked my cock faster and faster.

Soon I was came all over Cindy's legs.  I scooped it off with my
fingers and commanded her to suck it off.  Finally, I stood
behind her and lashed her up between her legs to torture her
inner thighs and vagina.  I lashed up around her nipples, causing
them  to pull against the attached string.  Cindy was now
cumming with almost every blow.  Her breathing hard and fast,
with streams of cum dripping out of her vagina.  She slumped down
now, exhausted from her orgasms and breaking the strings
attached to her nipples.  Her body shattered by the rapid
succession of climaxes. I knelt down at her feet and peered
into her vagina.  I drank up the last of her cum from her cunt
and licked the rest which dripped down her thighs.


                *              *             *

That was not the end of Cindy's degradation for the night, nor
mine for that matter. I  wanted to lash Cindy's breasts and
clitoris some more, and wanted her to suck me off. Mistress
fastened Cindy's spreader bars to the furniture so she was
spread -eagled on the floor.  She re-attached the strings to her
nipples, so that they were again pulled an inch in the air.  She
was still trembling from the previous orgasm and pain and
thought she would be spared.  I took the lash in hand and began
to lash directly on the tip of her vulnerable swollen labial
lips. I lashed left and then right,  hitting it's mark directly
on the bound woman's lips.  Cindy's clitoris was burning hot now
and swollen to the size of a little penis.  Now I began to
concentrate on the girls nipples and breasts.  Her swollen erect
nipples were an easy target for the lash.  Swish... swish the
lash kissed the erect nipples of the woman's breasts.  They
burned hot now and Cindy felt the pleasure deeply in her
pussy... she felt an orgasm building in her sex.  But with no
stimulation there, she would now be denied.  Now her nipples
were colour de rose and I stopped.

                *              *             *

I had a lot more plans for Cindy, and was about to start
dripping candle wax on her nipples while she sucked my cock when
Mistress ordered me to stop. "I think you have been overly cruel
to Cindy and I want you to remember what I promised you last week."
she said. I shook my head, no.  She held up a large needle and smiled.

"Oh, no," I said, my hands cupping my nipples protectively. "No,
you can't.  Not like her, no!" I realized she really was going to
put rings in my nipples, as a mark of my slavery.

Mistress was not to be swayed. She ordered me to lie on the
table in a voice that was not to be disobeyed, and quickly tied
my arms and legs to the table legs. "I could gag you, so you
would have something to bite done on, but I think I'd rather
hear you moan," she said. She carefully sterilized the needle
with bleach, and wiped antiseptic on my right nipple. "Ready?" I
tried to say I was not, and would never be, but I was also so
excited by now that the words would not come out. I watched the
tip of the needle as if it were a cobra poised to strike. She
played with my nipple, teasing it into erection, then grasped it
firmly between finger and thumb....

"Aaahhhhhwww!" I screamed as the needle pierced my delicate pink
nipple.  She then went about replacing the needle with a  gold
ring, and welding it in place.  Now I was marked for good as a
slave. I remembered Cindy tied up by her nipple rings
desperately trying to keep her balance, and realized that I
would be in that position soon.

"Next week I'll make you beg for the other one," Mistress
promised me, and left me tied to the table while she went to
attend to Cindy.

                *              *             *

There was more in store for me that night.  Mistress made me wear
very high heeled shoes, and fastened my ankles in a leg
spreader.  She then stretched a rope across the room and
between my legs and tied a loop around my balls.  My wrists were
handcuffed to my locking metal collar,  which was hooked to a
chain dangling from the ceiling, so that there was no way I
could move.  I watched jealously through the bedroom door,  as
she took the other male slave tenderly to bed, and then sucked
his cock until he came.  Afterwards, I was released and tied
spread eagle to the bed.

Soon I was the only one in the apartment left awake, and I
thought back to the events of the evening, and felt the stinging
pain that still came from my swollen nipple. "Perhaps she'll
lock my nipple rings to Cindy's,"  I thought, and imagined what
that would feel like.

                *              *             *

The following morning Mistress released and bathed me tenderly.
She treated my pierced nipple with neosporin and made sure it was ok.
She took me to bed with her while Cindy waited on us. She moaned
loudly as I held her breasts and sucked her nipple into my
mouth.  She had several orgasms while I sucked on her breasts.

But soon her tenderness turned again to domination, as she made
me lie on my back and attached cuffs to my wrists and ankles.
She made me raise my legs up in the air and attached the right
wrist restraint to the right ankle cuff and then the same to the
left side.  Now with my legs spread straight up in the air and my arms
stretched out to them,  she attaches the leg stretcher to my
ankles.  Now she grips my balls and wraps a cord around them and
secures it with a knot.  Stepping away, she pulls on the
cord so my erection is straight up in the air.  She takes the
lash in hand and begin to lash my cock.  The lash strikes across
my cock left and right, then right and left, until my rod is
swollen and red. The more she pulled on the cord, the higher my
cock stood.  But soon she was weary of this and sat down by me
to give me comfort. She told  me of what was planned for Cindy
and that I had better straighten up or face the consequences.
In the next few weeks, Cindy has consented to have her pussy lips
pierced and and have gold rings inserted.  She would be rented out to
other Mistress' and Masters for their pleasure, and publicly
exhibited in front of her friends by having a leash clipped to
the rings in her labia and led by her Mistress like a pet. Her
ass was to be branded with a red hot iron. Cindy wanted to become
her real, full time slave now and dedicated her life to our Mistress.
"Can I watch her pussy being pierced, Mistress?"

"Maybe." she said.  As she left the room she grabbed Cindy by
the hair and led her out of the room. As I drifted off to sleep,
I heard the crack of a riding crop on Cindy's tender flesh, and
Cindy pleading for mercy. I smiled.

                *              *             *