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Do You Deserve To Be Punished

by on Feb.17, 2009, under BDSM

What makes a straight guy want kinky, submissive sex? What makes him long for being turned into a sissy, being forced to have sex with men? I had asked myself this question so often, never being able to figure out the answer. But the feelings came back again and again.

Here I was, a man with a 6 year relationship with a woman who doesn’t suspect a thing, and definitely would not approve it. I no longer could keep my deeper feelings to myself, so I decided to date a bdsm-couple through the Internet.

To my surprise, it wasn’t all fakers replying: my advertisement was answered by a Zoey and Derek, an experienced couple who wanted a slave just as much as I needed someone to submit me.

After the initial exchange of pleasantries, we agreed to meet in real. We were to have a few drinks at a bar to get to know each other, and if we all wanted to go on, we would start my training afterwards. I was to buy black silk panties that I had to wear under my regular clothes for the meeting.

I was early for the meeting. I was nervous as hell and I could hardly sip on my drink without shaking like a straw in the wind. Suddenly I heard a female voice behind me. Hi there, care if we sit down and join you?

I turned around and saw Zoey and Derek. They were dressed in quite regular clothes.  Zoey wore a pair of blue jeans and a sweater. Derek also wore a sweater and had shiny black leather pants underneath. They ordered a drink and soon we had a vivid conversation about ourselves – and out BDSM feelings, of course.

I noticed Zoey and Derek exchanging views and Zoey took the word: ‘Rick, we both have the feeling that you can become a perfect slave for us. Now is the time to decide if you want to go on with this. I warn you: if you say yes, you give up the right to speak up to us. You will only speak to us when we allow you to do so.  You will do whatever we want you to do – or be severely punished. In return we will train you to become a sissy-slut and give you the privileged to sexually please us. What do you say?’

I took a deep breath before answering: ‘Yes, I want to be your slave and will do as you please.’

With a smile on his face, Zoey continued: ‘Okay. From now on you will always address us as Master Derek and Mistress Zoey, unless we tell you otherwise.  Understood, slave?’

‘Yes, Mistress Zoey’ I replied.

‘Very well,’ Derek said ‘we decided you to give you a more fitting name. From now on, your name is Candy. That’s because you are sweet as a candybar, and we will make you even sweeter. Candy, follow the Mistress to the restrooms.’

My legs got weak in anticipation of what was to follow. The Mistress lead me into the ladies room. ‘I will examine you now to see if we really can use you, little slut’. I had to remove my shirt, shoes, socks and pants, standing there in my black panties. They were soaked from a large amount of pre-cum, that had dripped out from my dick throughout our conversation. Mistress looked at me from all sides and then commanded me to remove my panties as well.

I felt ashamed and aroused at the same time. I had to bend over and spread my ass cheeks. Mistress Zoey checked out my asshole without saying a word. I had no idea if she was pleased with what she saw.

‘Get dressed again and move your sorry ass into the men’s room!’ she exclaimed.  I did as I was told and waited for what more was to come.

When Master Derek entered the men’s room he ordered me to undress again. After he had examined me as well, he ordered me to sit on a stool. He stood in front of me with his leather crotch right in front of my face. ‘Kiss my dick!’ I hesitated. I had never touched another man’s cock and now I was to kiss one.  My only comfort was that it was still covered by the leather pants.

‘Get going, slut’ the Master shouted while slapping me in the face. ‘We don’t have all day.’ Reluctantly I started to kiss my Master’s cock and balls making the cock grow to a respectable size. The Master turned around and I had to lick his ass crack as well. What had I gotten myself into? Finally the Master ordered me to lick his leather boots. ‘Later you will taste skin. But first we have to improve your looks.’

I got dressed again. Then we left the restroom and went to their car. We were walking through the streets like ‘normal’ people. I put my hands in my jacket’s pockets so I could better hide my cock, which was stiff and oozing with precum since we went to the restroom. When we arrived at the car, I had to lie down in the back between the front and back seat. I couldn’t see where we were heading.

After driving for a few minutes, my Mistress told me to put my hand in the crotch area of my master. I had to stroke his cock while he was driving. This clearly aroused him – his cock soon hardened and he let out a light moan. ‘Wait till you get fucked by my cock,’ he teased me. ‘I will fuck you so hard you will see stars.  Just as sluts like you deserve.’

His words scared me. I realized what path I had taken. Soon I would be their love toy and be forced to endure their tortures and humiliations. This thought really turned me on. The idea of being controlled by this couple was almost too much to handle for me. My already hard cock started to pulse from the blood and I almost came. Jane and Derek had told me right from the start that I was not to come before they ordered me to, so I tried my best to hold the orgasm back.

After about 15 minutes the car stopped at their house (as I learned later). Zoey put a leather mask over my head. The mask only had holes for my nose and mouth.  I couldn’t see a thing. She the put a collar with leash around my neck. I was allowed to get out of the car now. Miss Zoey led me inside and to the bathroom.

She removed the mask and collar and told me to get a shower and also clean my insides. For that purpose she gave me an enema kit. ‘Candy, I want you to be really nice and clean inside. Or we make you eat you own shit! Understood, slut?’  ‘Yes, Mistress Zoey.’ The Mistress also told me to shave my balls and ass again.  ‘You better make sure there’s no hair left or I pull them out myself with my teeth. Don’t force me to do that, slut.’

I was left alone and took my time to get ready. When I was finished I had to ring a bell and get on my knees with my hands and head on the floor. I somehow expected that my Mistress and Master would enter immediately, but I was wrong.  I waited on the cold bathroom floor for about half an hour until Mistress Zoey came in. She sat me down on the stool and started to apply make-up. I saw that she had shiny red lipstick for me, the rest I couldn’t really make out.

Mistress then replaced the mask – I was blindfolded again. She then worked on my fingers and toes, applying bright red (as I would later see) nail polish.  She left me for a few minutes to let the polish dry. When she returned, she dressed me. I felt that she put a bra on me, then a garter belt and stockings.  Silk panties followed and then a short leather skirt. I felt that it couldn’t cover all of my ass when I was sitting down.

Zoey then put something which felt like sand filled balloons into my bra. ‘We’ll get you real titties later’ she said. Then I was don a silk blouse. The silk felt cool and I felt that my panties already started to become wettened by precum.  Because of the constant arousal, my cock started to hurt quite badly, urging me to relieve the feeling by cumming. But I wasn’t allowed to. Mistress Zoey then put clip earrings, a necklace and an anklet on me. She finished the outfit by putting me into a pair of four inch stiletto heels and some kind of long-haired wig. I could not yet see what color my new hair had.

Mistress Zoey then lead me into another room where she made me raise my arms.  She put leather bracelets around my arms and fastened them upwards so that they were about 3 feet apart. Then she also fastened my ankles so that I was standing 3 feet wide. With arms and legs in a fixed position, all I could do was wiggle my body. Mistress ordered me to close my eyes. She removed the mask and put a ball gag into my moth.

Mistress told me that I had to keep my eyes closed until I was ordered to open them. And I was only to look forward or down to the ground, not sideways or I would be very severely punished. I hadn’t yet received a punishment for failing to please Master and Mistress and I wanted to keep it that way as long as possible, so I decided I better keep Zoey’s words in mind.

I had a few minutes to think about what was happening. Zoey and Derek had clearly decided to have a slow buildup to what was going to happen. As a result, I was horny as hell. I would do anything to just get some fucking or be able to masturbate. This was probably their plan, I thought. Right now I was going to eat of their asses if that’s what they wanted. Oh how I longed for something penetrating my asshole. Although I was not into gay sex, I was very anally focused. I often trained myself by sticking things up my ass, and after I while I was even able to take up beer bottles.

‘Open your eyes, Candy-slut!’ When I followed the order, I was completely taken by surprise. I was standing in front of a ceiling-high mirror, feet wide apart and arms upwards. I had to look to recognize that it was really me.  Mistress had done an exquisite job applying the make-up. I was heavily made up, especially my lips caught my attention. They where very bright red. I had long, blond curly hair, which made me look even cheaper. And on top of that, the clothing.

The silk blouse was white and I could easily see my black bra through it. The black leather skirt didn’t even fully cover the top of my black stockings.  Around my feet were a pair of red stiletto fuck-me shoes.

My new look didn’t exactly help the situation of my cock. The pain and urge became even worse. It was like when I had foreplay with a woman for the first time, only 100 times stronger. The feeling frustrated and pleasured me at the same time.

‘Look at this slutty little cunt. She just begs to be fucked good. I really can’t wait to take her virginity.’ My Master’s voice came from the left. I remembered just in time that I was not allowed to look that way. This was too much for me. I had an orgasm without anyone even as much as touch me. With a deep moan I shot out a large spunk of cum into my panties. I hoped that Master Derek didn’t notice my situation.

‘What are you doing?’ Master shouted. Suddenly he was standing right next to me.  ‘You haven’t cum, have you?’ I was too afraid to say anything. SLAP! I cried out when my Master hit me on my left cheek. ‘I asked you something, slut!’

‘I couldn’t hold back any longer.’ SLAP! ‘How do you address me?’ Master shouted.  ‘I’m sorry, Master Derek. I couldn’t hold back any longer, Master.’ was my meekly reply ‘I bet you’re sorry now. You should have thought about that earlier.  Didn’t we tell you not to cum without our permission?’ ‘Yes.’ SLAP! ‘Yes, Master.’ My cheek stung after being hit hard three times. I almost started to cry from humiliation and pain. Because of my orgasm and the treatment of my Master, my sexual arousal was completely gone for now. All that was left was the fear of my Master’s hand.

‘Master roughly pulled up the front of my skirt and entered my panties with his right hand. He squeezed my cock hard and collected my cum on his fingers. He then made me lick his fingers clean. ‘Here, you sissy slut.’ Clean this up, you ungrateful bitch. We give you new clothes and what do you do? Make them dirty immediately. What do you think bitch, does this behavior deserve punishment or not?’

I was trapped. I had to answer or I would get slapped again. And I couldn’t say that this didn’t deserve punishment. I had disobeyed their orders and indeed was behaving like a spoiled kid, dirtying my new clothes. So I answered ‘Yes, Master.  It deserves punishment.’

‘It’s good that see the necessity of your punishment. I will blindfold you and you will get 10 strokes by the whip. After each stroke, you will count and then say thank you Master or Mistress, depending on who stroked you. Each time you make a mistake, we will start over.’ ‘But how …’ SLAP! ‘Did I allow you to talk?’  ‘No, Master.’ ‘Then why do you speak? Concentrate on feeling the strokes; learn to tell from the feeling who hit you.’

The Mistress entered the room. When she walked in front of me, I could see that she had two identical whips in her hand. She gave one to the Master and they stood behind me. The first stroke caught me by surprise. I felt a stinging pain on my left ass cheek. ‘One. Thank you Master.’ ‘Wrong, stupid slut! It was me stroking you.’ the Mistress shouted.

Each subsequent stroke hurt quite a lot. Of course I wasn’t too proficient at telling who hit me and I made quite a number of mistakes. After a while, I started to feel the difference between strokes. The angle of the stroke was different between my Master and Mistress, and the strokes delivered by Zoey were actually harder than Derek’s strokes. I managed to get seven strokes right when Mistress suddenly hit me much harder than before. I cried out and could hardly get out a ‘Thank you Mistress.’ ‘When will you ever learn. Didn’t we tell you to count the strokes?’ I felt so stupid. I had forgotten to count eight before thanking my Mistress. Of course, we started at one again.

Finally, after about fifty strokes, I got ten strokes in a row correct. Mistress congratulated me. ‘Well done, Candy. Maybe you aren’t totally stupid after all. But remember: this were only light warm-up strokes. Next time you disobey us, we will have to hit you harder.’

Derek and Zoey left me standing there, not even able to rub my painful ass cheeks.  My feelings were conflicting. On one hand, I was again being sexually aroused by these two people having complete control over me and punishing and humiliating me to their likings. On the other hand, I thought this was completely crazy and getting out of hands. Reality is much more intense than I imagined in my wildest dreams. I wondered how long I could keep this up. But then, I wanted this to go on. I tried not to think about this any more as my head started to spin from confusion. Master and Mistress were really starting to get into my mind.

I waited for ten minutes or so until they returned. I knew that now was the time I would have to sexually please them.

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