There was an aspect to the whole thing that was just maddening. I had seen the ad in the local paper, along with a host of other ads, mostly unsavory, massage types, and I wouldn’t have given it a second look or thought except for the small print at the bottom. “Your life will be altered.” The rest of the ad was quite simple, just Mistress Renee and the number to call for the appointment. I had come home from work early that day, Anya, the female model on the shoot had a migraine, and so they let me go too. That’s funny, in retrospect, “let me go.” I would be using that phrase over and over. Well, maybe funny isn’t the right word. As a matter of fact it definitely isn’t.
I imagine I should tell you something about myself. My name is Sam Scott. I am a twenty six year old male model. I am tall, blonde, buff and gorgeous. Single. Jaded and cynical. I had seen it all. Or so I thought.
Sexually, I started out adventurously, but became less and less so. At 21, I lost my virginity. There had been girls, women and even some men. I had always had fantasies about bondage and discipline and the vanilla stuff just wasn’t cutting it.
So there I was. Laying in my bed, watching a talk show that I couldn’t focus on, naked, absently rubbing my cock with one hand, while I picked up the phone with the other. I told myself it was a lark. Me? Calling Mistress Renee? I smiled to myself as I dialed the digits. A surprisingly sexy woman’s voice on the answering machine informed me that she didn’t do callbacks and to keep trying if I really wanted to see her.
No callbacks? Who did she think she was?
I wanted to see her badly so I swallowed my pride and called back about six times before I got to speak with her. She was very polite yet very no nonsense. She didn’t seem impressed with my physical description of myself. She said it simply wasn’t important to her. I made an appointment for the next day.
For the rest of the night, when I thought about what I had done, I had a flutter of excitement. I figured I was probably getting myself into trouble… and it felt good. Oh, what the hell, I needed a change of pace. She would probably give me a little discipline, maybe a little bondage. This was going to be good for me. My life would be altered, right?
The time to drive over to her house had arrived. Getting into a thing like this was really crazy, and I was nervous. You probably won’t be surprised to know that my nipples were hard and my cock was leaking. I tried to remain as calm as possible though, but Mistress Renee already had me under her control. Hell, I remember telling myself, this is just going to be a little bondage play, act out your fantasies, meet a new woman. This was going to be great! The other part of me was screaming “Shut Up”
I rang her doorbell and was promptly buzzed in. When I arrived at her door I hesitated. I smoothed my clothes and ran my hands through my hair. I swallowed the huge lump in my throat and raised my fist to knock on her door, but it suddenly just swung open. She had been watching me sweat! “Come in,” she said from behind the door.
I smelled the faint aroma of her perfume and saw her standing to my left. I gasped at her authoritative air. She was clad in black leather… thigh-hi boots, a black leather mini, and a black leather halter-top. The black leather against her alabaster skin was quite striking. She had the face of an angel! Mistress Renee looked to be in her mid twenties.
“ We will begin now Sam” said Mistress Renee. Right there in her foyer she bound my wrists behind my back and blindfolded me. Neither of us spoke as she pushed me around, but I felt contradictory emotions of fear and sexual excitement. As we walked around I could hear her opening and closing doors. When we stopped Mistress Renee said, casually, “Of course, this room is soundproofed.” She said it as naturally as one would say “Nice weather we’re having isn’t it?” I said nothing. What was there to say?
“I will collar you now Sam,” There it was again, calm and cool as if she were ordering a cup of decaf or something. The collar was very thick and rigid. I couldn’t move my head in it at all once she buckled it. Somehow she also hooked me to the ceiling. I could feel straps pressing against my face.
I could hear her walking around the room and at times she would brush up against me or I would smell her perfume. “I want to play with your nipples” she whispered in my ear. Mistress Renee slowly unbuttoned my shirt and then yanked it down roughly. I shuddered as she slowly rolled my nipples between her fingertips. “Aaah, you really are a little slut with no control over your impulses… just look at how your cock dribbles.”
“When I am finished with you, you will beg me to sodomize you.” She said in a menacing tone. This wasn’t in the plan, I had no intention of letting this woman stick anything up my ass.
Mistress Renee removed my pants and cut off the rest of my shirt. “Sluts like you need to be kept in strict bondage lest they try to escape their fate” she said. She continued to remove every last stitch of clothing until I was completely naked. “Do you like this?” she said sweetly as she ran her finger up the shaft of my wet cock. I just nodded my head. Mistress Renee began to expertly stroke my cock… if she kept it up much longer I would come. Just as I felt my balls tightening up she stopped abruptly.
“You’re going to ask me to fuck you,” she said removing the blindfold and twisting my nipples. God, she was gorgeous, and that smile, it was positively heart melting.
“No way am I taking anything up my ass! For Chrissakes, I’m straight! (And for the first time) Let me go!” She made no move to accommodate my pleas. “Oh, Sam, I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you. Some of my boys come to absolutely adore getting my cock up their ass.” She walked around behind me and spread my ass cheeks, running her finger along the outside of my anus.
“Please don’t put anything up there,” I pleaded.
“Don’t worry, the starter cock isn’t really that big at all, Sam.” Mistress Renee said as she rubbed my cock some more. “I think I will have to switch techniques to make you understand that resistance is futile.”
She brought out a black box that she plugged into the wall. Then she plugged some saw tooth spring clips with thin wires attached to them into the box. My whole body tensed when she approached me with the clips, but once she put them on my balls, I knew that I’d be able to stand them. They were not so – - JESUS! A jolt of electric current shot through my left nut sac causing my whole body to lurch backward, only the collar held me on my feet. I screamed loudly. “You can scream all you want, nobody will hear you except me.” When I opened my eyes to look at her she was smiling.
“Jesus, please let me – - CHRIST!” My left nut was electrocuted again.
“Jesus isn’t going to help you now,” Mistress Renee said matter- of- factly. “By the way this box gives random shocks, they’re not timed. Could hit every thirty seconds or every two. You just never know.”
“Please let me go, please?” God, I sounded so pathetic. “I have a dinner engagement Sam. I can leave you here for a while , or you can ask me to fuck you now. Which will it be?”
I guess I didn’t answer quickly enough because she left me there to think about it. I lost track of all time, every part of me was throbbing. I had cried and screamed myself to exhaustion.
After what seemed like an eternity Mistress Renee came back. I had been reduced to a whimpering animal. I was so happy that she had come back. “God, please make it stop!”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Sam, you know that’s not what you’re supposed to say to me. Do you remember what you’re supposed to say?”
Letting her fuck my ass would strip away every vestige of manhood from me. She was showing me torture, but I could show her courage and silence.
She turned a dial on the box and the current got stronger. “Please, fuck me,” I begged through fresh tears.
I was taken out of my bondage, only to be put in a new position. Spread eagle on her floor. Mistress Renee used big master locks on the leather cuffs so I wasn’t going anywhere. It didn’t matter. I was too exhausted to even try.
“Now that you’ve given your consent I’m going to gag you,” she said shoving a large red ball gag into my mouth and buckling it tightly around my head. What she did next really surprised me. Mistress Renee climbed on top of me and licked, sucked and kissed my lips, but I couldn’t kiss her back. It was driving me fucking insane! My cock began to leak again. She just lay there looking at me with a smug expression. “You obviously can’t handle too much of that,” she said rubbing her finger against the pre-cum on the head of my cock.
“Look at this dildo I’m going to use on you. It’s about the size of your dick… not very impressive at all. Perfect for beginners.”
To me it didn’t look small at all. As a matter of fact it looked way too big. That thing was never going to fit inside me! I tried to beg for mercy, but all I could do was mumble unintelligibly through the gag.
Next she attached my legs to a spreader bar and hooked them to the suspension. Once she had them jacked up I was totally vulnerable… I couldn’t close them, and I couldn’t lower them. Mistress Renee proceeded to put on a rubber glove and grease it up. “See how merciful I am? I am going to finger fuck you first, slut.”
I clenched my ass cheeks but it was no use she slid her finger up there anyway. I felt totally violated but my cock got harder than ever. This just made me feel even more humiliated. There was no denying it… I was a faggot! I had to be. Real men didn’t put things up their asses.
“Look how much harder your cock is now slut. You love it! Don’t bother trying to deny it. This finger isn’t enough for a slut like you.”
Mistress Renee stood over me and slowly lubricated her cock. She seemed to take real pleasure in mentally torturing me by taking her time. When she pressed the head against my asshole I tried to wriggle away but she held my legs still and pushed it past the outer ring of my anus. Then in one smooth stroke it was all the way in. At first it felt like I had to poop but as she slid it in and out slowly, much to my chagrin, my ass began to loosen up. The image of me on my back with her kneeling between my legs mocked me from the mirror. I was compelled to look at it anyway. I had always been vain and now my vanity had become a weapon she could use against me. She caught my eye in the mirror and smiled knowingly.
“It’s good for you to see yourself as you really are slut! If I didn’t completely emasculate you we might have problems later. This is for your own good. After I’m finished with you, you’ll never forget who wears the pants around here.”
I didn’t want to be thought of as a sissy or a bitch, but she was wearing me down. The image staring back at me from the mirror pounded the reality of what I was into my stubborn head. By now, she was pounding my ass, really driving the point home. To my everlasting surprise, it was really feeling good.
“That’s right bitch, take that cock,” she said excitedly. Mistress Renee jerked my cock hard while she slammed the entire length of the dildo in and out of my stretched hole. I found myself moving to meet her strokes. God, it burned so good! My head was swimming with pleasure. At this point I actually wanted her to keep fucking me.
“Well Sam,” she said looking me up and down sensuously, “having fun yet?” I nodded affirmatively… completely humiliated at having to admit it. Mistress Renee was fucking me so hard that my legs began to tremble. Orgasm was imminent. My whole body spasmed uncontrollably. I screamed and screamed but only a whimper escaped through the gag. I was thankful for that.
It was now obvious to me that I needed a very forceful female to keep me in my place and that Mistress Renee was that woman.

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