Mistress Anne Copywrite, 2003 Author, Sam Hargin
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Chapter 1:  It was a warm Friday afternoon in Houston. It was late summer, the humidity seemed just over 110 %, and just thinking about it made me sweat. I was driving into the loop, to a prearranged meeting with my new mistress. I referred to her as Mistress Ann, although we had never actually met. We’d been corresponding be E-mail for about 3 weeks now, and with each new letter we were both more and more aroused, and anxious for an actual meeting.

We were meeting at a public restaurant, where I had agreed to buy her lunch, and where we could chat a while, and get better acquainted. She had given me strict instructions regarding our meeting. I was to wear the agreed upon clothes (so she could easily recognize me), and a very tight cock ring, with a pet leash attached and running up over my belt. I arrived first, sat at a nearby table, & waited. In less than five minutes, she wandered in the door, and started looking around the room. I waved, she returned the wave, and sat down next to me in the booth. She said hello, spotted the pecker leash, gave it a hard, quick jerk, observed my wince, and smiled. She gave another, longer, gentler tug in appreciation of my strict obedience.

We made small talk for a while, and were very soon discussing our respective sexual preferences. The chat started veering towards the more erotic and sensual pleasures we had briefly discussed in our E-mails. After about an hour, two drinks each, and a plate of appetizers, she decided to give me my first serious instructions. She said: subbie, you’re going to pay the tab, and then follow me, in your car, over to my apartment. When we get there, your going to follow me inside, strip off all your clothes, kneel before me (keeping your eyes aimed down), and wait for further commands. I said “yes mistress”, and she walked out of the restaurant.

When we arrived at her apartment, I did precisely as I was told. I was quickly naked, and kneeling before her. She asked if I was comfortable, and then proceeded to fix herself a drink while I waited. Soon she returned, carrying a large bag of bondage gear, which she started sorting through. She found a blindfold she liked, and placed it over my eyes. Then she proceeded to place leather shackles over my wrists, fixing them securely behind my back. She spent a few moments slowly walking around me, admiring her new toy. Then she reached down, and pinched the living shit out of my left nipple. It hurt like hell, but it also felt stimulating, and just a bit erotic. A little more gently, she proceeded to tug & pull on both of my nipples, and then she decided to explore my growing erection.

Since I couldn’t see past my blindfold, the first notice of my being groped was the feel of her cold hand gently grabbing the shaft of my cock. She tugged on my shaft for a few moments, then placed her other hand under both of my balls, and gently squeezed and caressed my balls while gently pulling on my cock. A smile started to spread over my face, which brought a quick yank on my hard penis. She said, “I didn’t tell you to smile, did I”? I replied “no mistress”, and she relaxed her grip.

When she tired of testing my stoic endurance, she told me to stand, and made me lay over her lap. I though my weight would be too much, but she didn’t seem to mind. She started lightly stroking my inner thighs, and up and all over my bare buttocks. Soon, she relaxed her touch, and then, abruptly, slapped me hard across my left cheek. Then she did it again,
and again, and again, until she had to restrain my flinching with each blow. Then, just as suddenly, she resumed the light, gentle touching up and down my inner thigh, up around my scrotum, around my asshole, and up and down the length of my rock hard cock.

My hands were still shackled behind my back, and my blindfold was still firmly in place, so there was very little I could do, even if I had wanted to. When she tired of alternately, spanking and arousing me, she helped me up, and led me into her bedroom. She undid my shackles, but left the blindfold in place. She then told me that she was naked, and placed my hand between her legs, just to let me know how incredibly wet her pussy had gotten dominating her newest sub. God, it was drenched, and gushing with sweet wetness, open and inviting to my probing fingers. She stopped me, and instructed me to lie face down on the bed, which I did. I could feel her securing ropes to my wrists & ankles, which I assumed she tied off to the bedposts. By now, I was blindfolded, naked, and tied, spread eagle, face down onto her bed. She decided to just leave me there awhile, and let me anticipate what might come next. Time passes excruciatingly slowly in this position. Minutes can seem like hours, with no way to look at a clock, or watch. All of your senses become incredibly acute. Especially, your sense of hearing. I was hanging on every tiny sound, trying in vain to interpret the noises, and anticipate what she was planning. Pretty soon, I learned. I felt a cool, firm object gently caressing my exposed anus. I recognized the sensation as lubricating jelly, and guessed that the firm object was something headed up my vulnerable ass. I was right.

She managed to push the head of an enormous rubber dildo past my screaming, and resistant anal spincter, and then left it there for several long, long moments, forcing my strained and screaming spincter to slowly open, and relax. The pain of my extended anus caused me to strain violently against my bindings, but to no avail. I didn’t really want released, my straining was as much an involuntary response to the intense pain I briefly felt tearing through my asshole. The pain soon subsided, and my ass relaxed and accepted the huge rubber dildo. She responded by slowly pushing it further, and further up inside me, until I was sure I could feel it rearranging my internal organs. She would then slowly slide the huge rubber cock back out of me, only to shove it back again. In and out, in and out, faster and faster, building in speed and ferocity, until I was squirming on the bed like young boy getting his first, hard, butt fucking.

After several minutes of continuous ass pounding, she stopped, removed the dildo, wiped the blood and lubricant off my ass, untied my hands & feet, and rolled me over onto my back. She immediately retied my hands & feet, and proceeded to straddle my face. I could feel her thighs pressed firmly against the sides of my head, and I could both smell and taste her dripping pussy juice. She gently lowered her body onto my mouth, reached down and firmly grabbed my head in her hands, and told me to lick her pussy.

I had to grope about a bit to find the gushing crack, because my blindfold prevented me from seeing my intended target. Also, I soon realized that her pussy was totally shaved, denying me another landmark in my quest for her fountain. But I soon located her delicious opening, and proceeded to lick it gently, up and down the length of her vagina, pausing with every third or fourth stroke to tickle the growing bud of her clitoris, and marveling at it’s ability to grow and swell. Soon she was rocking and swaying, riding my frantic tongue, instructing me every now & then, “faster, deeper, ohhhhh, ohhhhh”. At this point I paused at her throbbing clitoris, and gave it a quick, but gentle nip with my teeth. She nearly exploded, squirming away, and then immediately returning her throbbing pussy right back to my marvelous mouth and tongue. Soon she couldn’t contain herself a moment longer, and spasmed, letting out a long, wailing moan, squeezing my face between her thighs, and shuddering violently, then rolling limply off of my immobile head. It seemed to take an eternity for her to recover from her incredible orgasm, but when she did, she proceeded to grab my throbbing cock, and tease it some more, testing it’s hardness. Satisfied, she then proceeded to straddle my hips, sliding my rock hard member deep up into her wet, dripping pussy. God that felt soooooooo goooood. I’d been straining with a monster hard-on for nearly an hour, with no relief in sight. I wasn’t asked, but I certainly didn’t refuse.

Between her riding, and my rising up to meet her, our mutual sex was nothing if not physical & violent, almost frantic in it’s ferocity. She wasted no time at all having a second, then a third orgasm, wiggling from side to side, up and, in and out, totally jacking off my throbbing
cock with her wet and hungry pussy. Within moments, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I exploded with a huge gush of white, hot, spooie way up inside her. And then I just froze, holding myself as far up inside her as my exploding cock could reach. Squirt after squirt, shudder after shudder, she totally drained me of every tiny drop of seamen my exhausted body could muster.

I could hear her sigh of total satisfaction as she relaxed, and waited for me to soften inside her. As my cock softened, I could feel the huge load of hot seamen and vaginal juices draining out of her pussy, past my sagging erection, onto my hips, balls, scrotum, and stomach, and eventually draining down onto the sheets. It felt so erotic, to feel the drainage while still bound & blindfolded, unable to do anything but relax an wait for mistress. When she felt strong enough, she untied me, removed my blindfold, and told me where to shower. I promptly did as I was told, dressed, and left. She told me that she would deliver my next instructions via E-mail just as before. I could wait.


MISTRESS ANNE, PT 2. - by Sam Hargis

Mistress Anne, Pt 2

It had been almost two weeks since my first encounter with my new, Houston mistress.

She had promised me further instructions by E-mail, but no E-mails had come. I made the mistake once of writing to her, to see if she had been displeased in any way with our first encounter. This had only elicited an immediate, and scathing response, reminding me to speak only when spoken to, and that SHE was in charge, and would initiate all communications or meetings between us. So I waited, in tremendous anticipation of when we might next actually get together, and I might be allowed to serve her once more.

But the waiting had seemed an eternity. Two weeks can drag on, and on, and on, especially when you’ve no idea when, or even if, you will ever be contacted again.

But finally, early on Tuesday morning, her E-mail arrived. She referred to me as her newest subbie. More accurately, as subbie #3. She explained that she was pleased with our first meeting, and requested my service once more. This time she intended for me to meet her other two subs, presumably numbers one and two. She new from or earlier E-mail correspondence, that I was bi-curious. I wondered if that was about to soon become bi experienced? Mistress directed me to meet her at subbie #1’s house, north of Houston, in a swanky section of Spring. She also instructed me to wear a tight cock ring, bring along nipple clamps, wrist shackles, a rubber butt plug, and to wear a leather slave collar. She insisted that when I arrive, I should be wearing the cock ring, slave collar, and have the butt plug firmly in place up my ass, ready for removal. Naturally, I obeyed exactly per mistress's instructions. I had no trouble finding the house, or more accurately, the mansion. It
was huge. I parked my car, knocked, and was greeted by a tall, muscular, 30ish man, with blond hair, wearing a slave collar, leather jock strap, and shackles attached around his wrists. He introduced himself as Kenny, asked that I call him Ken for short, and said that our presence was requested in the basement. Ken led the way, and I had to admit, he had an amazingly athletic look about him, nearly my size & build, but just a bit shorter.

The basement was amazing. Ken had a fully functional, well equipped dungeon, right there in his basement. I saw a St. Andrews cross on one wall, a padded spanking horse, numerous chains and other restraints attached to or hanging from the ceiling, a rack of whips and floggers, a wash basin filled with assorted anal toys, and a smaller, dark haired man, naked, blindfolded, and chained to the floor, spread eagle, wearing a ball stretcher, wrist and ankle shackles, clamps on each nipple, a blindfold, and with a rubber penis gag secured in his mouth by a taught leather strap. Ken said that Mistress Anne was otherwise occupied, and that she requested that I strip off all my clothes, remove my buttplug, attach the nipple clamps I had been ordered to bring onto each of my nipples, kneel on one of the available pillows, stare at the floor, and wait. He never bothered to introduce me to the man chained to the floor, but rather turned, and went back upstairs. While I was disrobing, I couldn’t help but notice that the man chained to the floor, was semi hard, very well hung, and didn’t seem unduly unhappy at all.

I did as directed, and waited.

It didn’t take long for Mistress to arrive. She sauntered into the dungeon, wearing black leather hip boots, with 6 inch, pointed heels, a black leather bustier, which showed an abundance of her ample cleavage, no pants whatsoever, and carrying a black leather riding crop nearly two feet long. I didn’t dare glance up at mistress, but my peripheral vision couldn’t help but be impressed with her beauty, grace, long legs, and truly imposing presence. She exuded authority as she entered the dungeon, followed closely by Ken.

She inspected me at length, slowly walking all the way around my kneeling figure, pausing occasionally to get a closer look a one detail or another. Finally satisfied, she said, “sub Sam, you may now look up at mistress”. I raised my eyes, and consumed her in a glance, focusing special attention on her bare, reddish brown pubic triangle, positioned not 18 inches directly in front of my face. I could no longer restrain my growing erection. She immediately noticed my throbbing excitement, and slowly walked around behind me, and tightly placed wrist shackles on my hands, and clipped them together behind my back. She said “sub Sam, I realize you can’t control that erection of yours, but you are not allowed to stroke it until I give you permission, is that understood”? I immediately replied “yes mistress”, and continued kneeling before her. She then explained that the sub chained to the floor was sub Bill, and that I wasn’t to be concerned with sub Bill until such time as she commanded.

She then removed my nipple clamps, and instructed me to stand and walk over to the spanking pony, and lay across it. I complied. She ordered Ken to take a flogger off the wall, and proceed to flog my bare ass, which he did. The pony was positioned so that I was looking directly at Bill, chained to the floor. As Ken started slowly flogging my back and ass per mistress’s instructions, mistress proceeded to fondle Bills cock & balls, and none too gently. She yanked almost viciously, then gently stroked, then thumped, then caressed, then tickled. Soon she walked around Bill and straddled his head, removed his blindfold and penis gag, and lowered herself slowly to just beyond the reach of his straining mouth. She would pinch his nipple, stroke his cock, and place her moistening pussy just beyond his hungry mouth and outstretched tongue. Soon, she leaned forward several inches, lowered herself down just a bit, and commanded Bill “rim out my asshole like a dog would”. She had placed her ass directly onto Bills extended mouth, keeping her moist pussy just beyond the reach of his tongue. Bill slid his tongue deeply up mistress’s ass, and licked around and around, in tiny little wet circles just as fast and hard as his tongue could manage. Mistress was becoming visibly aroused, and was lowering herself further and further down onto Bills face. Watching this was getting everyone in the room noticeably hot. My throbbing hard-on made me nearly obliviously to the pounding being applied to my back & ass by Ken. When I finally did glance back at Ken, I noticed he was also totally preoccupied with Bill’s oral cleansing of Mistress’s gorgeous butt. I also noticed that Ken had shed his leather jock strap, and was sporting what had to be 8 to 9 inches of hard, throbbing cock. It looked to be as big around as my wrist. His cock was springing up and down, side to side to side, with each swing of the flogger.

Mistress had been sliding her ass back and forth, from side to side, shoving her asshole right down onto Bill mouth, when she noticed my glancing behind me at Ken’s huge, rock hard cock. I heard her softly chuckle, then stand, and walk over beside my spanking pony. She told Ken to stop, undid my shackled hands, extended them down to the sides of the pony, and attached another set of leather wristbands very firmly around my wrists, attaching them to the sides of the pony. She then fitted similar straps around my ankles, attaching them to the pony’s legs. This left my securely strapped down, with both my head and ass, totally open and exposed. She said “Sam, I noticed you were admiring Ken’s gorgeous cock, nice isn’t it”? I said “yes mistress”. She reached down and started slowly, firmly stroking Ken’s raging hard-on, all the way from the base to the tip, up and down, up and down. Then she said, “Sam, since you like Ken’s cock, why don’t you lick it for him”. Then she used Ken’s cock like a leash, and pulled Ken directly in front of my restrained head, and placed the engorged tip of Ken’s penis right in front my captive mouth and told me to start licking the head of his dick.

Mistress held Ken’s penis firmly by the base of the shaft, and placed it right in front of my mouth, where I proceeded to lick tiny circles around the head. Mistress slowly guided more and more or his gorgeous cock into my mouth, causing me to strain my mouth to encircle it. Mistress was thoroughly enjoying her total power over her boys, and started coaching me on how to properly suck a mans dick. She said ”you little slut, suck that gorgeous big ole cock, deeper, deeper” and then she put her left hand onto Ken’s ass & proceeded to shove him right toward my face, pushing his cock way down into my throat. I gagged, and choked a little, but it wasn’t going away. She pushed & pushed, and soon more and more of it was disappearing right down my gagging throat. Then, Mistress took on a more gentle, motherly tone, and coaxed me, saying, easy does it sub Sammy, just relax your throat, let it slide on down in there, easy, easy, relax. Her coaxing seemed to really make a difference. Soon I was able to feel his monster member rubbing and tickling a spot way down inside my throat which had never, ever been aroused before. Ken was starting to get more and more energetic, swaying his hips, and sliding his cock slowly down my throat, then slowly sliding it out again, then in , then out, slowly increasing the pace as he became ever more excited. Soon, Ken had taken over entirely for mistress. He had grabbed my head firmly between his hands, and was wantonly fucking in & out of my throat at will. For a sub who had never even sniffed another mans cock, I was having to learn deep, deep throat, real dam fast. But, strapped to the pony, hands & feet firmly bound, I had absolutely no other choice but to service Ken for as long, and hard as Mistress desired.

It was soon apparent that Ken was in no hurry to finish fucking my mouth. Each time he’d approach climax, he’d pull out, or slow down, and regroup his stamina, then slowly start in again. Out of the corner of my eye, I eventually noticed that Mistress had unchained Bill and that he was now totally out of all of his restraints, and was stroking his cock, enjoying my performance “riding the pony”, and servicing Ken.

Mistress then stepped up behind me, and proceeded to use her riding crop across my totally vulnerable and exposed ass. Whack, whack, whack. Each time I would wince, she would admonish me for not sucking Ken properly. She was enjoying testing my ability to withstand pain, and concentrate on servitude, both at the same time.

After about ten or fifteen lashes, Mistress started gently running her fingertips over my ruby red butt cheeks, then all around my inner thighs, up my thighs, tickling my balls & scrotum, dancing delicate little circles around my incredibly sensitive asshole, and then back to my inner thighs. Mistress had an incredible caress when she chose to use it. After caressing me for several minutes, watching me give Ken endless oral pleasure, she removed her fingers momentarily. When she again touched my inner thigh, I felt the cool, salve of lubricating jelly being applied to my hungry asshole. Mistress slipped in one finger, teasing it in & out, sliding it around to spread the lube evenly all over my anus. Then she removed her finger, stepped to the wash basin, and commanded, Bill, “fuck that little slut in the ass just like you know he wants it”.

Oh my god! I had told Mistress that I was bi-curious, but I was getting the entire education forced upon me in one session. Bill replied to Mistress, “yes mistress, I’ll give him the good, hard, ass pounding this little fuckpig needs”. Then he slipped right in behind me, lined up his large throbbing cock, and just jammed it into me. Ohhhhh, I thought my asshole was being ripped wide open. I moaned past the huge cock in my mouth and strained against my leather restraints, but couldn’t move. I felt him pushing deeper, and deeper, faster and faster, until in no time at all he was slamming into me like a diesal jackhammer. I could feel his balls slapping again and again against the back of my thighs. Ken was feeding on Bills reckless passion, and in turn started slamming his enormous cock harder and harder down my throat. Somewhere, out of the corner of my eye, I saw mistress leaned way back in a padded arm chair, her legs spread wide apart, thrusting a huge rubber dildo into her pussy, masturbating while she watched her slaves serve her lusty desires. Soon I heard Mistress starting to wail, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, while she had an enormous climax, and sat in her chair shuddering, and shaking, limp and spent. Just moments later, I tasted the first drops of precum as Ken approached climax. I felt his grip on my head get deathly tight, and then he slammed his entire depth into as throat as deep, and hard as he physically could, and just held it there. Deep down in my throat I could feel Ken starting to erupt, squirt after squirt of warmth, spreading up
my throat, filling my mouth, and eventually overflowing, running down my lips and chin. Ken didn’t pull out right away, he left his softening cock buried in my throat, waiting for every last drop of hot cum to drain out into my mouth. Just as Ken was finally finishing, and started to pull out of my mouth, Bill went berserk, letting out a horrendous groan, slamming deep into my ass, and holding his throbbing cock into me as far as it would reach. With Ken’s huge cock finally out of my mouth, I was finally able to truly gasp for breath, moaning and bellowing as I could feel Bill starting to erupt his own stream of hot jism way up inside me, squirt after squirt, after squirt. He was a fucking fountain, pouring out the cum, pump after pump, filling my torn and bleeding ass until I could feel the overflow draining out my butt, and running down my balls.

By the time Bill had finally used me to absolute completion, Mistress had regained her strength, and was getting aroused again, watching her newest boytoy getting truly initiated. She slowly staggered over to me, untied my ankle and wrist restraints, and said “ok, now were all going to watch you masturbate for us”. Mistress sat back down, spread her legs wide again, and proceeded to use a double pronged vibrator, both in her pussy, and just barely rubbing her clit. With my hands free, I was finally able to reach my rock hard, throbbing cock, and give myself taste of self satisfaction. Watching her masturbate like that just pushed me right over the edge. In just a matter of moments, I was showering cum all over the basement, moaning and squirming in an incredible eruption of climactic, unbridled pleasure.

When I had finished, mistress smiled and said, “Sam, you’re now one of the family. Ken, show Sam where to shower and change, and you’ll get my next instructions by E-mail”.