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Warning for cursed smut including being fisted with a drawf gekko arm
You were new to the world of BDSM but frankly you were excited to have your first session with a dominatrix. You got ready and then headed off. You pulled up to a rather nice building. "This better be worth all that money I spent. I guess I should just be glad that she isn't doing this out of some crackhouse in a bad part of town."
You went into the building and knocked on her room number. Out came a tan woman with large breasts who was wearing nothing but a latex bodysuit. "I take it you are the client?" You gulped and nodded. "I'm here to see mistress Mistral." She waived her hand dismissively and walked away. "Oui, oui, just come in."
"First let us get down to business." She pulled out a massive stack of papers. "Stop looking at me like that. These are liability waivers. I'll need you to sign them for consent purposes." This killed what arousal you had already built up. You groaned and started to go though each contract manually. This was going to be a long night.
It was now three hours later. "Are we done yet?" The woman giggled. "You really are cute. Just lie down over there for me." You were happy to oblige and plopped yourself down. "Should I take off my clothes now?" You felt a small sting and then noticed that she had whipped you. "You are going to let me take care of you, do you understand?" You gave her a nod. "Good. Now let's get you into something more comfortable."
To say this hadn't been what you were expecting was an understatement. You were now on all fours wearing nothing but a diaper, dog ears and a shirt that read "mommies little cum dumpster". You were mortified but also ashamed to admit that this was the most turned on you had been in months. Mistral gave you a pat on the bum and then said "Who's my good little boy?"
You admitted this was awkward but you had spent your money and would try your best to enjoy it. "I am!" She spanked you. "Wrong. Dogs do not talk. Now what were you saying?" You weren't sure how to respond to that. "Um... woof... woof?" She patted your head. "What a good doggie. You learn tricks so easily. I think that deserves a reward no?" You didn't say anything and nodded your head, hoping it would be allowed.
She then promptly pulled out a bag of IAMS dog food and then poured it neatly into a dog dish. She placed it in front of you. "Normally I would give chocolate but that would kill you and we wouldn't want that now would we?" She chuckled. Did this woman have a strange sense of humor or did she really think you were a dog? In the end it didn't matter as you refused to eat the bowl in front of you.
"You do not like it? You ungrateful little shit! Prepare yourself mon gars. This will be the worst spanking of your life!" She pulled off the diaper. "Do your worst!" you thought. She then began to whip you without mercy. Fifteen minutes later and you had become a sobbing mess. You broke down within the first minute, profusely apologizing. By now you were begging for forgiveness for the most mundane things like that spider you killed when you were twelve.
"Pleeeeaaasssseeeee, I'm sorry mommy!" She put her whip down. "There, there. I think you have learned your lesson. Now tell me, have you ever been pegged?" You answered honestly and said no. "Well then, you are in for a treat. Now try to relax." You felt something cold near your anus. "It is alright, breathe." You heard her squeeze a bottle of something and then felt the liquid wash over you.
You then realized what was prodding you back there was a metallic finger. Before you could question it she replied "Don't think about it." and then slipped said finger inside. You moaned in ecstasy and it was probably for the best that you listened to her words or you would have noticed two large, robot arms hooked together.
She then hit the turbo button and it began to vibrate like a hitachi wand. You were drooling. "I think it is time to put it into overdrive." She made a clenched hand motion with it and you were now being fisted. She had pushed too harshly though and now you had a donut shaped hole with your intestines spilling out. You were panicking. "What do we do!"
She flipped her hair. "Legally I am required to do nothing since you signed those liability waivers. You should probably think about going to the hospital before you die. Now leave my apartment, you're staining it with blood." You screamed "WHAT!?" and nearly fainted. She gave you a doggie bag to hold all of your intestines and then kicked you out of her apartment.
You made it outside but then realized that you didn't have enough money left to cover the medical bills. "Fuck this! I'll just staple it all back in together and use some gorilla glue!" You were now on your way to Wal-Mart. She closed her door and then began counting today's earnings. "Ha! What an imbecile!"











