Mistress Extreme (11 page)

David didn't sleep a wink that night and spent much of it in tears, a whole reservoir of grief and loss overflowing. Right at the break of day, when the dawn light had dimmed all but the brightest stars, he walked down to Brighton beach to try and pull himself together. He was jittery from lack of sleep and his eyes were swollen from crying. There was nobody about at that early hour and the air was cool and clean. David wandered along the promenade at the edge of the pebbled shore, watching the rhythmical coming and going of the waves. And he gave himself a really serious talking to.

Now that he had unlocked from deep within himself the secret of Isabella's powerful hold over him, did he want to continue being her docile slave, her fucking doormat? Did he want to keep meeting her ever more sadistic tests and challenges? I mean, did he
really
want to live such a thoroughly perverted, degraded kind of life? You bet your sweet life he did! Isabella was the very embodiment of sadism and sexual deviancy and she meant the world to him for precisely those reasons. That being the case, David told himself decisively, he must never again allow himself to become jealous when she had other sexual partners or to become resentful of her exceptionally cruel treatment of him. He couldn't have it both ways, now could he.

David stood on the empty promenade, still staring at the water. He gazed at the waves, which crested as they moved towards the shore before pounding down. They sent trails of white foam up the beach, and then pulled back, turning the stones with them. A few solitary gulls swooped into the sea for fish and a row of moored boats bobbed up and down on the swell. David turned away from the shore and walked back towards his home, back to his Isabella-obsessed life, which was the only life he wanted.

Isabella phoned a couple of weeks later. Fantastic, wonderful, marvellous, David thought; he'd be seeing her again. Wrong. ‘I'm handing you over to Mistress Caroline for a night or two,' she said. ‘Be at her and Matthew's house at eight o' clock tonight. And, David …'

‘Yes, Mistress.'

‘I've told Caroline you're a cocksucker.'

And Caroline will have been bound to have told Matthew, David said to himself, which was more than he had been able to bring himself to do when he'd had the opportunity. He regretted that now because he'd promised himself that he'd be completely candid with his friend that last time they'd met and he hadn't quite made it, had fallen at the last hurdle. It would have been a good thing to have got out of the way between them. Under the circumstances this latest challenge Isabella had dreamt up for him was going to be … ehm … interesting.

When David arrived at Caroline and Matthew's place that evening he was dressed all in black – leather jacket, snug-fitting T-shirt, and even snugger fitting leather jeans with which he wasn't wearing any underwear. Matthew opened the front door a fraction, stood back to let David into the hallway, and shut the door. He smiled knowingly at David who smiled back, the air suddenly crackling between them like electricity. Matthew was wearing nothing but a see-through black mesh top and tight black leather shorts which, David noted when he turned to usher him through to the living room, were backless.

His friend's naked buttocks looked good to David – they looked more than good. They had a harmonious shape, curving gracefully from the small of his back. A tight feeling spread down to David's crotch and his cock began to pulse beneath his tight leather jeans. He'd never thought he'd see the day that he was sexually attracted to another man, least of all to his old friend. But never say never: that day had come. He felt another jolt of desire, a twitching of his cock inside his leather jeans. He could imagine masturbating Matthew, could see himself sucking his cock while caressing his muscular backside. Where were these thoughts coming from? Where were they taking him? His cock twitched again, pushing against the tightness of his jeans.

Matthew showed David into the living room where Caroline was seated in a black leather armchair. What an extraordinarily beautiful woman she was, David thought. She had a porcelain-perfect complexion, glittering emerald green eyes that were lit from the inside and full sensuous lips. Her shoulder length red hair had a glossy sheen and she had a wonderfully well-shaped body, which was minimally dressed on this occasion. What few clothes she was wearing – a halter top that barely contained her full breasts and a tiny skirt – were of soft black leather. The oak chest full of BDSM items was open before her.

‘Hello there, David,' Caroline said in friendly greeting. ‘Nice to see you again.'

‘You too, Mistress,' David said. ‘You look really lovely in that outfit, if you don't mind me saying so.'

‘Why, thank you,' she replied, turning the full force of her smile on him. She ran a hand through her silky mane of hair as she added: ‘You're looking pretty darned attractive yourself come to that, but you're wearing way too much for my purposes this evening. Matthew, take him into the next room. I want the pair of you to strip naked there and then return to me.'

Once in the other room Matthew and David removed their clothes and their cocks instantly became rock-hard. ‘Mistress is right,' Matthew said, giving his friend a hot look. ‘You're looking very attractive.'

‘Thanks Matthew,' David replied. ‘So are you.' He was aware of electricity in the air between them again: crackling, shimmering, vibrating.

Matthew then pulled David into him, causing a sharp tremor in his hard cock, in Matthew's too. Both men's shafts were now pulsing. Matthew put a hand down and gripped it round David's erection; he began slowly pulling it up and down. David found himself doing the same to Matthew, taking hold of his shaft with a firm grip, and the two men masturbated one another excitedly. Before getting too carried away, though, they remembered what Caroline had said to them and stopped as quickly as they'd started.

When the two men returned to the living room, Caroline narrowed her eyes suspiciously and remarked on their throbbing, precome-coated hard-ons. ‘I strongly suspect that you two have been playing with each other's cocks without first obtaining my permission,' she said sternly. ‘That is clearly grounds for punishment. Stand side by side, turn round and reach towards your toes.'

Caroline started as she obviously meant to go on, spanking the two friends relentlessly – spank, spank, spank, spank, spank – each of her blows landing explosively on their rears in swift succession. She did not stop until both their backsides had coloured a deep and painful red.

The dominatrix then demanded that they kneel down and face one another and that David kiss Matthew's right hand. ‘That's right, slave,' she said, ‘lick and suck his fingers – make believe you're sucking his cock.' And that's what David did. He was a cocksucker, after all. Isabella had
made
him a cocksucker. But this thought occurred to him: perhaps he'd always been a cocksucker, deep down, just like he'd always been a submissive masochist without ever realising it.

Matthew had quite probably always lusted after him, David guessed, although up to this evening he'd certainly never indicated as much. But David realised, thinking back, that there had always been an element of the homoerotic on his own part in his friendship with Matthew. The trouble was that previously his own buttoned-up persona had prevented him from contemplating such a thing for even a second.

Well, he was liberated from all that bullshit now. He was the real David Alexander at last: bisexual when it came right down to it, as well as being profoundly submissive and masochistic. That was what he was, who he was. And that was that. He carried on sucking Matthew's fingers, imagining that he was sucking his cock, hoping that he would soon
be
sucking his cock.

‘I want to move on to some serious discipline now,' said Caroline impatiently. ‘After all, I wouldn't want to disappoint Mistress Isabella by not thoroughly punishing her slave this evening. And what's good for one slave is, of course, good for two.'

Caroline got the two men to kneel besides each other on all fours, and then extracted from the oak chest two white candles, which she lit. David and Matthew whimpered as she poured the molten wax from the candles onto their backs and rears – drip, drip, drip, drip, drip – and soon the two of them began to tremble, their bodies twitching and writhing in pain.

Caroline blew out the candles, put them to one side, and withdrew a heavy leather flogger from the oak chest. She used it to whip their backsides – whip, whip, whip, whip, whip – beating them without mercy until they were both finding it almost too agonizing to bear. Then she stopped.

She got them to kneel upright as she delved back in the oak chest, this time taking from it a box full of black pegs, a rattan cane and a cat o' nine tails. Caroline attached a peg to each of David's nipples and six more to his scrotum and did the same to Matthew. This caused both men to shudder and shake with pain.

‘Get on to your hands and knees again,' she told the two men, going on to take the rattan cane to their backsides. She caned them so hard – swish, swish, swish, swish, swish – that in the end they had to beg for mercy, both of them sobbing with agony.

Caroline ceased caning them, got them to kneel upright again and removed the pegs from their bodies. ‘Remain on your knees and turn to face one another,' she commanded of the two tearful slaves. ‘Now, David, I want you to wank Matthew.' David did as he was told, did it gladly. He enclosed his friend's shaft in his fingers and began to stroke it, working up a steady rhythm.

‘Lean forward and suck Matthew's cock,' Caroline then instructed and that's what David did. He closed his lips around Matthew's shaft and started to blow him. His friend's cock felt meaty and tasted tangy in his mouth. It tasted very good and so did the precome that was leaking constantly from its tip.

As David luxuriated in sucking Matthew's cock Caroline picked up the heavy leather flogger again and beat her slave hard on the backside with it – whip, whip, whip, whip, whip – chanting all the while, ‘cocksucker, cocksucker, cocksucker …'

‘I want you to change positions now,' Caroline said after a while. ‘You're to lie on your back, David, and Matthew is to kneel at your side and suck your cock.' She used the cat o' nine tails to lash Matthew's back and rear – lash, lash, lash, lash, lash – while he blew David for all he was worth. She resumed her chant, ‘cocksucker, cocksucker, cocksucker …'

Caroline got completely naked next, removing her miniscule leather outfit. She then straddled David's face. ‘Use your tongue and fingers on my pussy,' she told him and he obeyed, snaking out his tongue and pushing it between the lips of her sex as he used his fingers to stroke her clitoris.

After a while Caroline climbed off David's face and moved away from him and the kneeling Matthew to forage in the oak chest once more where this time she selected a double dildo strap-on and a bottle of lubricant. The naked dominatrix lubricated both dildos and first inserted the internal one into the wetness of her sex, letting out a lustful groan of pleasure as she did so. Then she buckled up the leather harness of the strap-on so that she now effectively had her own hard cock.

She ordered David to remain flat on his back and Matthew to change his position so that they were sixty-nineing one another. ‘You are not permitted to come under any circumstances unless and until I give you permission,' she told them.

Caroline eased the dildo into Matthew's anus. David heard him grunt with pain and at the same time felt his cock become even harder and pulse as he squirted a throb of precome into his mouth. Caroline used the strap-on to fuck Matthew hard – thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust. She did this in time with her chant, which had moved into the plural, ‘cocksuckers, cocksuckers, cocksuckers …'

She speeded up her thrusts still more and with each push of her hips she penetrated Matthew further. The harder she fucked him – furiously entering and re-entering his anus with her strap-on as she continued her cocksucking chant – the more violently this made the two men suck each other's cocks and it was only with great difficulty that they managed to hold themselves off from climaxing.

Finally Caroline, moaning and shivering with lust, built to a frenzied orgasm. While in the throws of her climax she managed to gasp out that Matthew and David were now allowed to come. At long last the two best friends – the two
cocksucking
best friends – enjoyed their shuddering release, spilling their seed in spasm after spasm into one another's waiting throats.

Eventually Caroline and the two slaves disengaged their bodies. ‘Get dressed and go home now, David,' Caroline ordered, staring coolly at him. ‘I'd like you to return tomorrow evening when I shall dominate you and Matthew again.'

Fast forward a day. Caroline stood at the window tightening the curtain. She was wearing a choker, a miniscule bra that left her gorgeous breasts entirely exposed, merely framing them; a tiny slit-sided skirt, beneath which she was naked, and very high-heeled boots.

Caroline turned away from the curtained window and looked at Matthew and David. Matthew was standing near the middle of the room with his arms hanging loosely by his side and his blond head bowed submissively. He was nude but for several black leather items: a slave's collar, wrist and ankle cuffs and a tight cock restrainer that held his erect shaft upright. There was a chest of drawers next to him on top of which there was a leather whip and a red fibreglass cane. David was kneeling with his back to the wall. He was completely naked and had a sizeable erection.

‘Be a voyeur for a while, David,' Caroline said as she strode towards Matthew with measured steps, the high heels of her boots decisive on the oak floor. Her exposed breasts jiggled, her nipples as hard as bullets, and her hips swayed seductively as she moved.

Caroline told Matthew to bend over and reach towards his toes. He obeyed immediately, his backside raised high, its muscular cheeks offered for punishment. Caroline went on to pick up the leather whip and beat his rear with it, every stroke planting a line of fire on his flesh. Matthew responded to each harsh strike with a gasp of breath that was both pain and pleasure. A red heat seemed to be burning into his skin, sinking deeper and deeper. Matthew pressed his chin into his neck, trying to ride out the pain of the beating as best he could.

Caroline then put the whip back on top of the chest of drawers and picked up the red fibreglass cane instead, giving the savage implement a couple of practice swipes. Matthew readied himself for what he was about to receive, tensing his body and gritting his teeth. The sharp stinging pain swept through him as Caroline brought the cane down. He barely had time to catch his breath before her second strike landed. Again, the razor sharp pain swept through him as the fibreglass cane landed on his rear. He could feel the heat burning on the cheeks of his backside, the skin raised and imprinted with the pattern of the cane.

On and on Caroline berated Matthew's rear with the vicious fibreglass cane, her arm flashing up and down. Matthew closed his eyes, feeling that he was unable to endure the severity of his punishment any longer. But he had to, because still she went on. His backside ached, the smarting pain of each impact merging with the ones that had preceded it and seeping through his body.

David, kneeling with his back to the wall, watched wide-eyed what Caroline was doing to Matthew and it was making him grow more and more sexually aroused. His breathing became short and shallow and his cock even more rigidly erect. Be a voyeur for a while, that was what Caroline had said to him. It would be his turn to be disciplined like this soon, he thought excitedly. It would be his turn soon.

Caroline eventually stopped beating Matthew, replacing the fibreglass cane on the top of the chest of drawers, and instructed the much relieved slave to turn round. After that she removed his penis restrainer and when she did his hard cock stiffened still more.

Caroline then said, ‘Now, Matthew, for something you tell me you've been fantasising about for years but never thought would actually ever happen. I want you to start by lubing up your cock.' She opened the top drawer of the chest on which the heavily used whip and fibreglass cane had been replaced and took out a tube of lubricant, which she handed to him. Matthew unscrewed the tube before coating his shaft with a liberal amount of its contents. He then screwed the top of the tube back on.

‘David,' Caroline called out to the kneeling slave, looking not at his handsome face but at his huge throbbing erection.

‘Yes, Mistress,' he replied, his voice hoarse.

‘Crawl over here,' she ordered and he did so immediately. ‘Now arch your back and spread your legs.'

‘Yes, Mistress,' David replied. By now he was almost certain what was coming next – and it wasn't what he'd been expecting at all. Yet somewhat to his surprise his erection remained throbbingly hard. He wanted what was coming next, that was the truth of the matter – if what he was now assuming was correct, that is.

It was. ‘Matthew,' Caroline ordered, ‘I want you to fuck David in the arse.'

‘Yes, Mistress,' Matthew replied excitedly, positioning himself behind David. He still had the tube of lubricant in his hand.

‘David,' Caroline went on, ‘prepare yourself to be sodomized by your best friend.' David reached behind him and parted the cheeks of his backside with his fingertips, exposing the pink opening of his anus.

Matthew unscrewed the top of the tube of lubricant again and dribbled a cold stream of lube into David's anal hole. He opened him up with his fingers in preparation for his buggering.

And David, he had to admit to himself, could hardly wait. The thought of it was making his head swim and his heart race. He could hear his breath coming in shallow gasps and could feel his cock stiffen even further. It was pulsing with even more insistence as Matthew probed his anal channel with his fingers.

Matthew eased his erection into David's anal hole. In response David pushed up against him, his fingers still parting his cheeks wide. Then he let out a strangled moan of pleasure as his anus clenched rhythmically around Matthew's shaft, tightening and relaxing its muscles to accommodate it. Matthew's hard cock was stretching him now, filling him. And it was ecstatically pleasurable. David's sphincter constricted suddenly and he felt a pulsing throb deep in his anus. He put his hands back onto the floor before him, the sinews standing out in his arms.

‘Wank him too, Matthew,' Caroline ordered.

‘Yes, Mistress,' Matthew gasped as he reached under David. He started to squeeze his erection, his fingers curled around its base, while pushing again with his cock into his body.

Matthew then began to pump hard in and out of David's anal channel. Over and over he drove his thick cock into him, his shaft filling him as he rocked his hips up to meet his thrusts. And all the while Matthew was masturbating David hard too, just as instructed, his hand moving in swift urgent rhythm over his stiff pulsing cock until it was dripping constantly with precome.

‘Come for me now, slaves,' Caroline then ordered.

And they obeyed. Matthew, his breath coming faster and louder, climaxed in huge spasms, spraying streams of sticky wetness deep into David's rear as he too erupted into orgasm, spilling his creamy load onto the oak floor beneath him.

Caroline waited several beats and then said, ‘How was that for you, David?'

He looked up at her with shining eyes. ‘Amazing, Mistress,' he replied.

‘It was Isabella's idea,' Caroline smirked.

‘I see, Mistress.' It figured.