I’ve only ever had three others; not very many for a slapper like I was supposed to be is it Rick? One was forced on me, and it was even smaller than Jock’s, and his is pitiful. Dunmore’s is an average six incher he says. There is more here than the other three put together.
I want this, Rick. I want it to be mine. I need to be honest with you because I want all of you, not just a cock. You have to know though, I’m a fraud; Jilly made me out of the broken bits the others left. I’ve got to get this right. I know what to do, but I need you to tell me, I need affirmation I think I’ll get it right, but I really need you to tell me when I get it right.
“I want it to be right too, mistress. Ella.”
“How many am I going to get?”
“No, no, no, silly boy! That’s for me to know and for you to find out. To be honest, baby, I don’t know yet, but I’ll know when we get there, when it’s enough.”
I lost count. At first, I wondered why I was letting this bitch hit me, and at first, it hurt. After a while, the sting of the slaps seemed to reduce, and May built up an erotic warmth in my arse, and with it, the erection I had had since I followed her into her home became progressively harder.
She had my cock trapped between her thighs; it was throbbing. I realised I was going to cum from being spanked over this gorgeous woman’s knee.
If you squirt all over my legs, first, you clean it up with your tongue, then I will make you howl, boy. I got two or three more spanks, then, just before I was about to erupt, May stopped.
“Stand, she commanded. I did. My cock was standing too. Seemingly it was stuck to my belly, just like it did when I was in my teens.
“Good. OK, I’m going to give you a little time out. The rules are off for a few minutes. You can ask questions, and I am just May, though I have to say I don’t like May. Either Ella or, preferably, Ella-May but when we are in this room or the play room, it would be much better for this very nice spankable bottom of yours if you prefaced that with my title. I’ll leave you to guess that.
“Yes Mistress!”
“Right boy. So that’s Mistress Ella-May. So what is the other error?”
“I don’t know Mistress Ella-May.”
She was holding me from behind, her hands holding me around my waist. I’d never been held this way; I was bone hard, but curiously, I didn’t want to fuck her. I wanted to serve her. I wanted to eat her fanny more than anything else in the world. Then maybe fuck her if she decided I had done a good enough job.
She whispered in my ear as she bit me. “Never say no to me again unless you want to end the whole thing. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress Ella-May”.
“Do you want to see where this goes?”
“Oh yes, pleas Mistress,” I managed to add “Ella-May”, before the crop landed. I wasn’t sure if I still had any time left.
“Right, let’s start again. Do you like my bum?”
“Oh yes, Mistress Ella-May. I like it very much indeed.”
“Would you like to kiss it?”
“Yes, please, Mistress Ella-May.”
“Pull down my pants and kiss it then. I pulled the elastic waist of her knickers over her bum cheeks. Then I showered her bum cheeks with tiny, gentle kisses. She opened her legs and bent over a little. “Kiss my brownie.” I didn’t hesitate at all; I gave it a kiss.
I’d never kissed a woman’s arse, but I didn’t hesitate. The feelings I’d had since I first saw Ella-May outside were still there. I couldn’t help myself; I licked it, whack, and said, “Ouch.”
“Bad boy! Wait until you’re told.”
“Sorry, Mistress Ella-May.”
Ella-May sat on the bed. Take off my shoes, boy. I knelt down and removed her sandals. I kissed her toes as I bent to the floor. No, no, you idiot, pick my foot up and kiss my toes. Be very, very gentle. Good boy. Now suck them. Have you ever done this before? No Mistress Ella-May. You’re very good for a beginner.
“Why did you get your wily pierced?”
“Don’t you like it?” I replied.
“I don’t like it boy, I love it.”
“You’re on thin ice here though boy. I asked a question; you didn’t answer.”
“Do you remember when you brought that gay magazine to the rugby club? It was the first drawing of a cock with a piercing I had ever seen.
“I remember; go on, boy.”
“It was the first time I’d ever seen anything like that, mistress. That drawing awakened something in me. I just had to get one done. I went to a guy in Sheffield; he was useless, just a tattoo artist with an ear-piercing gun.”
“The ring was only 16 gauge, and it was crap quality. It started to grow out almost immediately.”
I went to a guy in Amsterdam he straightened it, opened it up to the two mm I have now and did all my others.
“You idiot, you have begged me for this.” I was looking at the wall mirror. I watched my mistress step back. She measured her stroke carefully, then lent into it with everything she had. The taws bit into my arse, and I howled in real pain. She raised her arm again, and I realised my mistake. Thank you, mistress, thank you! I yelled.
“And.”
“One mistress,please; no more, please.” The taws landed twice more. I counted and thanked Ella-May.
“You’re going to get one more. Why?” she asked.
“Because I didn’t count and thank you properly?” I replied.
“Good boy, I like to know I’m not wasting my time teaching you.”
“Why did you get the three?”
“Because I didn’t answer the question you asked me, mistress.”
“So, answer it!”
“I don’t think I ever knew why until today. I got it for you, mistress; I got it because I wanted to please you.”
“Oh my, what a good answer! Why did you wait ten years to show me?”
“Because I was frightened you would laugh at me, mistress.”
“Oh god you are a silly bastard Rick, I wish you had; I wish you hadn’t robbed us of ten years together. I wish you had saved me from that cunt I married sixteen years ago.”
Get up and go open the bottom drawer of my dressing table. I did, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Fetch me my pinwheel. You are going to feel that tonight. It’s my favourite toy. I had never seen one before, but it was pretty obvious what it was.
I gave it to her, and she placed it in the corner of the bed. There is a devil tongue whip in there: I want it. Bring me the pair of suspension cuffs; Yes, yes. Come on, hurry. Do I have to remind you what my displeasure feels like? There is a pair of ankle cuffs; bring those along as well
Yes Mistress Ella May
Stand there for me. I stood at the end of her bed. She applied the ankle cuffs and clipped them to chains that had been hidden under the bed. Also under the bed was a little black box.
Taylor made this, there are more in the playroom but he made this for me, you were always the only man who was ever going to share this bed with me so he made it for you as well. One day we will have to work out how to pay him back. It had two toggle switches and two push buttons.
When Ella May pulled both toggle switches with her thumbs and held in the push buttons two chains dropped from the ceiling. The suspension cuffs she had buckled onto my wrists had the female half of a quick release snap built into them. The chains now hanging from the ceiling had the male spigots
Ella May snapped the two male spigots into their female counterparts on the cuffs and I was now totally at her mercy.
Gotcha she said, I’d never felt so got in my life. She hadn’t finished yet she retracted the ceiling chains until the balls of my ankles were just off the floor. Then by tightening the chains on my ankles I was drawn into a tight spread eagle.
“You ever heard of stigmatising Rick?”
“No Mistress Ella-May.”
“It’s Branding. Like a cowboy branding a cow but in your case, it’s going to be your Mistress, Who is that boy?”
“Err”
Crack; sweet Jesus I thought that devil tongue whip stings.
“Don’t prevaricate! Who is that! You are Mistress, Mistress Ella May is my Mistress.
Was she serious? Oh fuck! I think she is.
“What will it be Mistress?”
“The Queen of Spades Boy.”
“But that’s the symbol of the hotwife Mistress”
“Oh Dear, everyone will think your my little cucky, won’t they?”
“I’d better go and start the Stigmatiser it takes a while to get it up to branding temperature.”
“Ella started laughing I’m not going to brand you baby I’m sorry, just teasing.”
“You know your cock was legendary at the rugby club. We all talked about it. Even sweet little Shirley your brother’s wife said she picked the wrong cock.”
“I’ve waited years to get my hands on it, and now it’s going to be mine. I always thought I would get it. I was beginning to doubt it, though. I’ve got quite a bit of catching up to do. First, though baby, I’ve got a score to settle with you.”
All the time Ella-May was flicking out the Devil tail and stinging my bum.
“I invited you to come and see me, and you didn’t show up”.
“You didn’t, I said; I’d have come if you’d asked me. May, honestly, I would have”
“Oh dear baby; you seem to have forgotten the rules already, that was as good as a no!”
“Where are we?”
“No May, please no.”
“I think you’d better stop talking now. That’s twice you said no. I think that takes you to 32, or is it 64? Now you know you can never lie to your mistress.”
“I’m not sure, Mistress Ella-May. I think it may be 64. You’re going to be very sore by the end of tonight if you don’t start learning. Not knowing is an error, I should double you up again.”
So let’s say 128 wow, you are crap at this game baby. Do you think you will cry? I think you will be crying and begging me to stop before I get to 50. Did you know baby that when the Turks were whipping Laurence of Arabia he ejaculated on the whipping frame? Are you as kinky as Laurence? I wonder if the Turks made him clean his own filth up. I’ going to make you clean your filth with your tongue when you make a mess on my bed.”
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