He approached the door with the same eagerness that preceded every session with his Mistress. Gently, he knocked, wondering how she would be attired for today's play. She wore the tiny black leather skirt that drove him wild and a sequined top cut just above her prominent, brown nipples. Wrapped around her neck was the scarf she often used to blind his eyes from the world around him.

"Are you willing to serve your Mistress today?" she asked, already knowing his answer. "I'll do anything my Mistress desires of me," he whispered. She demanded that he undress. His nakedness against the chill in the air sent a shiver down his spine. Was it the temperature or his anticipation of what was to come today? Or was it that look in her eyes--the one that told him when she was feeling especially cruel?

She roughly grabbed his penis and led him to her bedroom, shoving him down on her bed. "Now, are you going to be a good slave today or must we reinforce who is in control here?" she asked in a husky, sensual voice. Feeling somewhat afraid, defensive, he jumped up and backed her to the wall. His size towered over her petite frame. But she was stronger than her height portrayed.

She shoved him back down on the bed, but he lunged forward again. This time she shoved him down with her foot causing him to fall to the floor. He could see that his mistress was in no mood for his weak attempts at protestation. "Lie down on the bed," she commanded, "you deserve a beating for your insolence." He did as she said this time.

First, he felt the softness of the penis whip gently rolling across his face. He so loved the smell of the leather. She ran the whip the full length of his torso then began warming his skin with soft strokes of the whip. All over his body, soft stings from her whip, across his chest, along his stomach, and then his legs. But the strokes grew more intense as she reached his penis and testicles.

When she stopped, she softly rubbed his body to ease the bites of the whip. But he knew the pleasure was short lived. He suddenly felt the rough texture of the new whip he had made for her birthday. She ordered him to turn over.

She again dragged the whip slowly across his body, first his back, then his legs, and finally his ass. Then her strokes grew stronger until the sting of the leather cut into his flesh. He knew his body would be scarred again by the whip. But he did not care, nor did he cry out in pain. He knew that if he did, she would only shove one of her dildos in his mouth to cease his cries.

Suddenly she stopped. She yanked him off the bed by his feet, and he fell helplessly at her feet. "Put on your slave garments," she commanded. He did as he was told, wiggling into the tiny black girl's underwear she had given him not long before. "I don't want to see your erection when it comes--you know it irritates me," she said. But it was already too late for the beating had made his penis swell.

She added his slave collar and leash. But today instead of wrapping the handle around her wrist, she laughed as she enclosed his now enormous penis and testicles in the handle and yanked tightly. "Thank you Mistress," he said, genuinely appreciative of her perverted pleasure in his pain.

"Today, we are going to experiment with something different--something I have wanted to try on you." The contempt in her voice told him he was in store for a treat. From her chest of toys, she pulled a bag of white plastic clothespins. She placed the first two on his sensitive nipples. The pain was intense but again he thanked her.

"Let's see," she cooed, "there must be thirteen in all. After all, that is my favorite number, you know." And though posed as a question, he knew no reply was needed or desired. She pinched parts of his body until she found just the right spots for the remaining pins. "Oh, I am so well-balanced," she laughed as she placed them in position on one side of his body, then duplicated on the opposite side.

The pain was beginning to be almost more than he could stand. But he did not protest. "Now it is time for you to serve your Mistress," she demanded, "for I have become quite wet just playing with you." She sat down on the edge of the bed hiking her skirt high above her beautifully muscled thighs. He could see her shaved vagina, so wet and inviting.

He could hardly contain himself, forgetting all about the pain from the clothespins. He wanted to dive right in to her source of pleasure and did. She yanked his head up roughly almost tearing out a handful of hair. "Did I give you permission to kiss my cunt yet?" she asked. "First, you start with my feet."

When he had finished cleaning and worshiping her feet properly, she demanded, "Now my breasts." Tenderly he licked and kissed her white breasts, rolling his tongue around the nipple first, then the entire area, even into her armpits. He drank in the smell of her. As he rubbed against her body, the pressure from the clothespins intensified. But he did not complain. His tender kisses turned to love bites as he worked up to the rough play she craved.

"Harder," she cried, "suck harder…drink of my milk." He attached his mouth to her nipples as commanded, nursing greedily as newborns often do. Though he knew she had no real milk, his ecstasy played on his mind. And he swore afterwards that his mouth had filled with her bittersweet nourishment.

When she had her fill of this, she yanked him by the hair and shoved his face toward her mound. She was so wet by then that his mouth flooded with her juices. He drank her in, thanking her as he did. And it took little time before her body convulsed in pleasure. But he knew that one climax would not be enough for his insatiable Mistress.

He continued licking and lightly biting her clitoris then slowly inserted one finger into her vagina. He knew from her body's response that he was driving her wild. She spread her legs open as widely as she could. He thrust two fingers into her cunt and his smallest finger into her anus. Then he pumped deeply into her in rhythm with his tongue. She screamed out in ecstasy and pulled herself away from his reach. He watched, as she lay shivering and twisting in the delight he had given her.

Lost in his desire to please her, he had forgotten about pain from the clothespins. When her body stopped shaking, she sat up and ceremoniously removed the clothespins from him. The pain of the pins tearing away from his flesh was horrible. Large red whelps remained for the rest of the day. He wondered what he would tell his daughter that night if she noticed.

"I have to pee, slave. Get up and follow me," she demanded. She grabbed the leash that bound his neck and penis and dragged him behind her to the bathroom. First she removed his slave attire least she ruin it by what she had in mind. Then she yanked open the shower curtain and pointed. He knew what was expected of him. He climbed obediently into the tub lying down on the cold porcelain to await her gift.

She positioned herself over him standing on the ledge of the tub and lowering her mound just above his mouth. "Now drink!" she demanded as her urine began to flow rich and yellow into his mouth. He swallowed every drop least he offend his Mistress. He had made that mistake once before. He had allowed her urine to flow over his face but had refused to drink it. He paid the price that time. Her wrath was unbelievable.

When she finished urinating on him, she demanded that he clean himself up before joining her on the bed again. He did as he was told. The golden shower had excited him so. His penis was engorged and standing at attention to her.

"Over me," she commanded. And he took his now familiar position to await her mouth. She gently began to lick his testicles, slowly moving up to his penis. She took the fullness of his cock into her mouth and sucked. He loved fucking her mouth. He knew that she allowed it only when he had sufficiently proved his devotion to her.

His ass was spread open above her. He suddenly felt the coldness of the lubricant on his anus. He knew what to expect for she kept one nail trimmed just for such play. She shoved her finger deep into his waiting cavity. He felt himself nearing the brink. The thrusting of her finger and the sucking of his penis drove him wild. Oh, how he wished he could go on forever like this. But he knew it was only a matter of minutes before he would lose control.

He ejaculated what seemed an endless stream of fluid, but she drank it all. Then she patiently waited until the last of his sperm flowed out to lick the remains from around the head of his penis. She rarely wasted even a drop. "Good for my complexion," she said and laughed wildly. Lost in his own world, he muttered in a tone barely audible, "Thank you, Mistress."