AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story and all characters are fiction. All characters are over eighteen.

Content: This story contains scenes of Female domination, male chastity, cum eating, Anal Sex, pegging, and forced bi.

The traffic on the interstate highway 95 was not too bad, even with a weekend approaching. It had been a bit sluggish as it usually is getting out of the DC metro area, but it was moving along now, and my anticipation was growing by the mile. In the back seat was my “go bag” with a change of clothes, my shaving kit, and a few toys that Mistress Mousehold had told me to bring. We had connected a few months ago online, having met on a BDSM “dating” site. She had taken an interest in in Dominating me, and we had many hours of text and video chats between now and then.

I was initially attracted to her experience and avid interest in Female Domination. The views I had of her were also a factor in pulling me to her: she was very easy on the eyes and had a sensual power emanating from her that obviously came from many decades of exploring her sexual nature. She had other sub bois and was teaching a couple how to develop a Female Led Relationship. She described scenes that sounded delicious — spankings and floggings, and service, body and soul worship.

During the video chats, she would have me dripping precum after just a few minutes of conversation, though she would carry on a normal vanilla conversation for quite some time, telling me of her day’s events, what was going on in her life, and typical dialog before telling me to strip. Her views on Sex, Love, kinkiness, world events, religion, and the world in general were compatible with mine, and enhanced my attraction to her. She became like an addictive drug to me, and I awaited the opportunity of each conversation impatiently, and was ecstatic when the time came to be able to talk to her and even more joyful when I got a chance to see her via the video application.

There was another application that we used to connect with which was Second Life, an online virtual world (that far surpasses anything I have seen from Zuckerberg’s “Meta” world), where people could assume the form of digital avatars, (animated characters who could be vanilla, or very kinky). There were virtual communities of people who knew each other very well and enjoyed the adopted personas they inhabited in their Second Life worlds. There were night clubs, private islands and chateaus, virtual stores where one could buy other avatars to use, or virtual clothes, virtual buildings, virtual capabilities (like dancing or giving a Blowjob), or massive penises that came. There were virtual bordellos and kink clubs, Femdom communities that had their own plots of land that housed dungeons, castles, yachts, games, dances and more.

Mistress Mousehold had me submit to her in Second Life as well as first life. I had a house on a piece of virtual land where I could entertain virtual guests, equipped with lots of BDSM equipment that provided the setting for great interactive fantasies. One Femdom community that Mistress Mousehold and I visited was having a “sub hunt” in which the subs were released to go hide and the Mistresses would wait a pre-determined amount of time, then pursue the subs, and once the subs were caught, the Mistresses could do whatever they wanted with them. The thrill of being hunted and then used (even virtually) was intense and increased my longing to be with my Mistress in real life.

During our video chats, sometimes she would have me stroke and edge for hours, other times she enjoyed seeing me put a butt plug in my Ass, clamps on my nipples, clothes pins on my cock and balls, or have me spank myself bare handed, or with a riding crop or paddle. I could hear her rubbing her wet Pussy as I performed per her instructions, yet she only showed me video of herself, clothed, from the waist up. When she finally allowed me to cum, she delighted in seeing me lap all my jism up from the palm of my hand, and would sometimes admit that my performance had caused her to cum. While eating my own cum was initially distasteful and very humiliating to me, the fact that my Mistress enjoyed having me do so was a reward that caused me to become used to the taste and texture in my mouth and throat. Those times that I had done well and brought her to Orgasm just by following her instructions gave me great satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment. I really wanted to do whatever I could to make her happy.

Eventually I had a three-day weekend coming up with no prior engagements, and we arranged for me to come to visit her for the whole weekend. I was nervous and excited, and made sure to have my bags packed and be ready to leave on the Friday of the weekend. The drive was a long one, over three and a half hours, though much of it ran through the Shenandoah mountains and Appalachian range.

When I finally arrived (after pulling off to put on my cock ring to try to impress her), I pulled up to her apartment. My heart was beating rapidly, and I glanced up to her second story window and caught a brief glimpse of her peeking out the window as I parked. I grabbed my go bag out of the back seat and knocked on the door.

She greeted me at the door wearing a robe and bare feet. I have always had a foot Fetish and was distracted by her gorgeous feet before I thought to wonder if she was wearing anything under her robe. I was nearly drooling as she had me come inside, set down my knapsack and then she told me “Go take out the trash from the kitchen, boi.” This established her dominance in a simple but effective way. I was ready and willing to prove to her that I was there to submit to her needs, wants, and desires, even if it was simply taking out the trash. This also helped her see that I was earnest and sincere in my offer of submission.

I went quickly to the kitchen to follow her order and provide her with the in-person service that I had been yearning to do for her. I gathered up the trash bags and she pointed out the dumpster where I should take them at the end of the parking lot. When I returned, I knocked again, and she told me to come in. She was sitting at her computer with her legs crossed, playing on Second Life, chatting with her friends and virtual subbies. “Go washing the dishes and then mop my kitchen floor, boi.” She calmly intoned. When you are done with that, you can make me some lunch, boi.”

I set about the assigned tasks, hoping to please her with my ardent attention to detail and speed with which I performed the duties. Once the dishes were cleaned, the floor mopped, and I had presented her with soup and a sandwich, she provided my next task and told me to come crawl underneath the desk and massage her feet and rub them with a lotion she had put near her feet. It was a triumph of her assertion of her dominance and a fulfilment of my search for a Domme who truly understood the dynamic and enjoyed living it.

I was in heaven and immediately set myself to my next task, massaging and worshipping each foot thoroughly, kneading her soles, individually rubbing, and caressing each toe, sneaking in a kiss every now and then. I applied the lotion until both of her feet were soft and pliant, planting kisses after each section was completed. When she noticed that I had performed satisfactorily, she dropped her hand down to her calf, and pointed, and instructed, “Kiss my leg, there, boi”. She then went back to her conversation with the two subs she was Dominating in Second Life.

This was truly a treat for me, to not only be allowed to see and worship her feet, but to provide her with oral worship to her legs as well. I laved at her ankles and calves, lapping and kissing every millimeter of her divine flesh that I had been instructed to pay attention to. When her attention returned to me and my ministrations, she again dropped her hand from the computer to her knees, and said, “Proceed, boi”, indicating that she wanted me to move up her legs.

I was dripping profusely now and was getting increasingly aroused by being instructed and allowed to provide such personal real-life service to her. Her hand stayed by her knees, occasionally guiding my head just a little bit higher up her leg, rolling my head back and forth when both of my cheeks were touching her thighs. She pulled my head closer to her Womanhood and as she was winding up her Second Life playtime, she ground my nose and lips into her bare Pussy, softly compelling me to, “Sniff it good, boi!”. Her robe had fallen open just a bit and I saw now that she was completely naked underneath. I inhaled her crotch as hard as I could and inundated my senses with her scent, almost catching a taste of her wetness with my tongue as she stood up.

“Take your bag upstairs to the bedroom on the left and wait for me there, boi.” She directed. I clambered out from underneath the desk, collected my bag and nearly ran up the stairs. I put the knapsack in the corner of the room and waited for her to come upstairs. As I heard her steps coming up, I started shaking with excitement. I calmed myself down just as she walked into the room and tried to project some modicum of composure.

“Strip!” She commanded.

I complied and hurriedly pulled my clothes off, tried to fold them somewhat neatly, and stood in front of her, ready for her next command. She inspected my naked body standing in front of her and noticed the cock-ring I was wearing and told me to take it off. “I have other plans for that later,” she quipped.

She said, “Show me what you brought, boi. Let me see what is in your bag.” I pulled everything out, setting the clothes and shave kit to one side, and laying out the kinky toys on the bed. I had brought the riding crop, some paddles, floggers, some cuffs and collars, nipple clamps, a couple of butt-plugs, and my steel chastity cage.

She pulled a steel collar and cuff set off her dresser and put them on me. The collar and cuffs were made of curved steel hinged rods, and she locked them into place on me with an Allen wrench, dispelling any idea of removing them without her consent. I felt privileged to be wearing her collar and truly owned by her.

“OK,” she said taking inventory of my toys on the bed, “Now put all those things from the bed onto the dresser and then lie face down on the bed, boi.” She cooed.

Once I was prone on her bed with my legs hanging off the side, bent at the waist, she commenced to flogging me, soft strokes at first with the floggers, then some more targeted swats with the crop once my Ass had taken some color, then finishing up with the paddles to bring out a bright crimson on my derriere. I heard her put away the paddles and then put on some rubber gloves. “This sounds ominous.” I thought. I heard a bottle of lube opened, then felt the coolness of the lube on my Ass cheeks, and her fingers rubbing it between the cheeks and into my hole. I felt her wiggle one, then two, then three fingers inside of me, gyrating them to spread the lube. I pushed back on her hand as she fingered me, enjoying the feel of something besides my own butt plug at home in me. She was an expert at finding my prostate gland and massaged it until I felt my fluid running through my cock, but no Orgasm. I was embarrassed that I had cum on her bedding without permission.

I felt her pull her fingers out then replace them with something hard. I realized that she was going to fuck me with a vibrator when she turned it on and moved it into my Anal canal. “What a nice tight hole you have, boi!” she assessed. Again, the sensations were sublime and knowing that she was physically orchestrating the movements in real life had me dripping pre-cum in copious quantities. She had me climb up onto the middle of the bed with my Ass high up in the air so she could get a better angle from which to fuck me. The vibrator entered me again and when I glanced back, I could see that Mistress Mousehold’s robe was completely open, revealing her luscious sensual curves and full breasts rocking behind me. She seemed to be having fun, and I definitely did not want to stop her.

She continued to fuck me for a while, during which I begged repeatedly to be allowed to cum. She denied the requests, and when she was content that she had invaded my Ass enough, she instructed me to roll over and splay my arms and legs. “It’s getting late, boi, so it’s time to get you ready for the night.” she said. She pulled some webbing straps out from under the bed and locked my wrists and ankles to them. She had a come-along tightener attached to the webs and as she tightened it, my arms and legs became taut, pointing to each corner of the mattress. I figured that this was partially to guarantee her safety during the middle of the night since we only knew each other from our online conversations before now, and partially to keep me in a state of denial and torture. Her Dominant nature was intoxicating.

She proceeded to use the flogger and used the short horsehair whip I had brought to bring some color to my front. My cock was throbbing and dripping as she made me squirm from the lashes, and she swatted my crotch and genitals with the coarse horse-hairs. She then took off her robe and climbed on top of me, rubbing her Sex back and forth over my now slippery cock, applying her juices to make it even more slippery. I bucked and undulated with her body, trying to somehow slip my unworthy cock into her magnificent Pussy without success. She was teasing me as a form of torture to great effect. My mind began to melt into mush, with thoughts of only wanting to please her echoing throughout my being.

She slid up my chest and straddled my face, rubbing her very wet Pussy lips over my mouth and nose. Her rhythm increased and her breathing became more rapid, and her juices started to flood into my mouth as I worked my tongue around her lips, tickling her clit, sucking on her labia, driving my tongue as deep as I could inside her pulsating tunnel. As her climax approached, she ground her Pussy hard against my face, smearing the juices all over my cheeks and smashing my tongue against her clit. She let out a stifled moan and an animalistic growl as she came on my mouth.

She then lowered her sweat lubricated body down against mine and curled up against my left side, stroking me with her hand, gliding her arm over my chest and abdomen. My cock was pulsating and turgid, ready to explode with torrents of cum. Yet she kept me just aroused enough to enjoy watching my torment as my cock bobbed and throbbed, but not so excited that I could reach an Orgasm. She snuggled up against my side, her legs caressing my still bound legs, my arms still stretched to the corners of the mattress. As she fell asleep, she grabbed my cock with her hand and stroked it just to fell it engorge even more. Her sleep came quickly as I struggled against the cuffs and her surprisingly firm grip around my cock. I was unable to sleep, though I did almost drop off a few times. Those times that I nearly dropped off to sleep, I would feel her fingers clamp down around my cock again and I would be sublimely distracted by several milking motions of her fingers and would be wide awake again.

In the middle of the night the cuffs had become too tight, cutting off the circulation in my hands and I meekly woke my Mistress to ask her if she could loosen the bonds slightly so I could restore the blood flow. She generously, though groggily clambered over me to relax the tension of the come along, giving me just enough slack to get the blood going in my arms and hands again. Once that had been accomplished, she returned to snuggling up against me and resumed her grip on my cock.

When the sun rose, I was still bound to her bed, and she sleepily arose and went to the bathroom to freshen up. She returned to the bedroom still naked and climbed on top of me again, and I thought that she would repeat rubbing her Pussy over my cock again. This time she surprised me and after several stroked of her Pussy along the shaft of my cock, she guided it up inside of her. My eyes bulged as the feelings of wet warmth and her pulsating Pussy worked my cock, her riding me at an easy pace. She moved her feet up to my face and told me to suck on her toes, which I did hungrily and fervently. She told me to grasp her ankles so she could have an anchor to use to ride me. “Stirrups!” she chuckled. “This is a position that I like.” She smiled contently. I was so happy to be pleasing her, and as an added bonus, feeling my cock inside of her was euphoric.

Her pace gradually increased, and I could feel her dripping onto me, grinding against me when she had me fully inside, and making long strokes as she pulled back, faster and faster. I could hear the growl coming from deep within her diaphragm as she reached her Orgasm, culminating in an explosive release of pleasure and spasms of contractions. I was begging to be allowed to cum, but she smiled and said, “Not yet, boi.”

She released me from the shackles that held me to the straps, and we got up. She allowed me to take a Shower and instructed me not to cum while I was washing up.

She had me chauffer her to the grocery store, still wearing her collar which was visible to the other shoppers who giggled and laughed once they realized what it was. I was embarrassed, but proud to be wearing my Mistress’ collar. I had the same embarrassment after we returned to her apartment and she had me strip naked except for the collar, and I asked for permission to put on some clothes to step out onto her back patio for a smoke.

After fixing my Mistress some lunch, she allowed me to put on some shorts, but no shirt. There was no privacy fencing around the patio, so I squatted down to be as inconspicuous as possible, looking at all the other apartment patios to see if anyone had spotted me. One of the neighbors a couple doors down stepped out onto his back patio, noticed me and said hello. I replied meekly and did not try to engage in conversation. He gave me a couple of funny looks before he went back inside.

Since it was getting later in the afternoon, Mistress Mousehold had me get ready for a BDSM munch gathering at a local restaurant with some people she knew in the scene. She had me wear the collar but allowed me to wear a shirt to the venue. The shirt just barely covered up the substantial metal ring around my neck, and my cock was dripping steadily, forming a visible puddle in my pants. She had me drive us to the event, and as we wound our way to the back room where the group was meeting several of the vanilla diners took notice of the collar and gave me the stink eye. It was humiliating to be derided by strangers, though it was welcomed when we entered the back room where the BDSM much was going on. I felt a pride then of being my Mistress’ slave and saw several other subbies who were obviously deferential to their Dominants and either wearing tasteful discrete collars or wrist cuffs.

The leader of the group was making her way around the table, fondling the Domme and sub women’s breasts through their tops. Several of the women had voluptuous endowments and seeing them massaged and their nipples tweaked was a treat. The conversation was engaging with many of the group recounting their exploits and adventures and one couple’s Domme female partner was groping her submissive male under the table and causing him to twitch and squirm. Mistress Mousehold told the group what a slut I am and relished seeing my face turn red. After the meals had been served and eaten, Mistress Mousehold quietly directed me to climb under the table and worship her feet and legs.

I dropped to the floor, pretending as though I had dropped my fork, and took my place kneeling at her feet, removing her shoes, and caressing her feet, toes, and ankles. She patted my head as she carried on her conversation, and then whispered under the table, “Lick, boi.”