#the mistress

She enters the room where she keeps her favorite subject. He’s strapped to a table at both ankles and both wrists. Like every other slave, she had no connection to him as a person. Her reasons for favoring him are obvious. His penis is 15’’ long, with 10’’ girth. Of all her slaves, he’s the only one who’s genitals are worthy of keeping intact. The immense pleasure she recieves when his cock stretches the walls of her vagina is too valuable to be disposed of or interferred with. Her lust for his penis has taken priority over her desire to mutilate. But she’s grown tired of keeping him free from harm. In his current state, he isn’t being depraved enough for her liking. She says, “big cock slave.” He says, “yes mistress?” She says, “have you reviewed the material?” She had previously given him several documents detailing the procedure and effects of full frontal lobotamy. He says, “yes, mistress.” She says, “when i’ve finished operating, you will not have a mind. everything you are internally will become non-existant. your thoughts, your memories, your emotions will vanish. this is going to be the death of you as an intelligent being. i am saying goodbye to you, slave. but don’t worry, your body will continue to fullful its purpose. your big cock and muscles will be available for my fucking and viewing pleasure. i will try to train you like a dog, but if you’re too retarded for that then i’ll stap your body down and ride your giant cock. are you ready to proceed?” He says, “I am ready, mistress.” She was feeling generous at the moment, perhaps she’s grown soft due to years of receiving enormous pleasure from fucking his massive cock. She says, “lucky for you, i am incredibly horny right now. so you’re getting one last concious experience.” With her panties already off, wearing nothing but an unbottoned lab coat, she climbs atop the table, guides the tip of his monsterous cock between her labia and slides her pussy down over his dick, going all the way down to the point where her butt cheeks are resting on his inner thighs. All 15 inches inside her, the tip of his cock poking the upper portion of her uterus with noticable pressure. She slides her pelvis up and down, making long, smooth strokes to the base then to the tip then to the base. Occasionally she alternates to keeping the cock deep inside her and making small rapid thrusts. After 3 hours of fucking her big cock slave, with her vagina still wrapped around his penis and her butt cheecks resting on his thighs, she grabs a syringe from a nearby table, pushes the air out and says, “you are ready now slave, your body will serve me well.” She pokes the needle into a vein on his arm and pushes the plunger all the way down. Within the 10 seconds before he passes out, with her pussy still wrapped around his giant cock, she leans forward and gives him an affectionate kiss on the cheeck. He passes out and she gets up off his cock, then off of the table. Her vagina is gaped open and she’s walking funny as she wheels the table, with him on it, into the cold operating room. She shaves and sterilizes his head, grabs the circular saw and cuts through his skull, skin and bone, making an oblong triangle shape from 2 inches above his eyebrows to two inches higher than that. She uses the same surgical knife that she used on the previous subject. Its been sterilized. She cuts the front part of his brain out then places it onto a platter. She places the removed part of his forehead back in place, sews it up then bandages his entire head. She sticks his arm vein with another needle, connected to a machine that she’s programmed to pump sedative that will keep him asleep for a full two weeks. Immediately, she picks up the platter of her slave’s brains and marches to the kitchen. She fries his brains in a pan with oil and spices then proceeds to the dinner table where another slave awaits her. She slices pieces of brain with a knife and fork, feeds one to herself, then feeds one to her slave. When they finish their meal she says, “you will know a worse fate than this man, slave.” He says, “yes mistress.” She says, “show your appreciation for the special treat i’ve given you.” He crawls under the table, she spreads her legs and slouches back in the chair. He begins to lick the mistress’s labia as the lobotamized slave’s ejaculatory fluid leaks out of the mistress’s vagina and he slurps it up into his mouth, then proceeds to lick her clit. After 20 minutes, she sends him to his room and returns to the operating room to check on her big cock slave. She thinks, “when he wakes up, he will be a drooling buffoon and after 2 weeks of no ejaculation his cock will be itching to squirt large amounts of semen into whatever i want.” From multiple angles, she’s videotapped every moment of the entire series of events. The sex, the surgery and the dinner all available as a keepsake. Something she can watch on a rainy day

She enters the room, with a surgical knife in one hand and a steel rod in the other. This subject she’s been teasing for only two hours. And its’ been 2 weeks since his last ejaculation so he’s primed to explode. She commands him to stand upright. She kneels down facing him and says, “be still.” He replies, “yes mistress” in a drone-like voice. She rubs his penis briefly to make it erect. She licks the steel rod and, with one hand firmly clutching his cock, insets it slowly all the way down to the base of his penis. She can sense his fear as she weilds the surgical knife, drawing it ever closer to the top of his shaft. She repeats her command, “be still.” He re adjusts his posture to be as upright as possible. She places the blade on the top side of his penis, starting at the base she makes a shallow incision all the way to the tip, in a perfectly straight line. She can sense him internally squirming with pain. The blood gushes out. She stands up and stokes his wounded penis, using his own blood as a lubricant. Each stoke grows more painful as the cut gashes open from the pressure of her firmly clenched hand. After 2 minutes of bloody rubbing, he ejaculates. But the semen can’t come out while the rod is blocking his urethra. She lays on a table with her vagina facing the subject, takes her panties off and uses her bloody hand to masturbate for 30 minutes. She walks over to the subject, puts her hand to his mouth and says, “clean up your mess.” He licks her hand clean. When she’s satisfied that her hand is clean enough, she quickly and forcefully removes the steel rod from his urethra. His semen leaks out. She points to his blood and semen on the floor and says, “clean up your mess.” He kneels down and licks the floor clean as she watches. She asks, “do you have something to say to me?” With his voice trembling with pain he says, “thank you mistress.” Then, with his penis still bleeding and unbandaged, she says “if you make a mess, i will do this again” as she leaves the room, knowing that he cannot stop bleeding from his penis and there will definitely be a mess. He could get an infection but its not her problem anymore. She’s a busy woman who doens’t have time to give her experiments the royal treatment.

He was about to blow his load when she stopped the rubbing. She has an unparalleledly keen sense of a man’s impulses. It wasn’t time yet. His dick wanted to cum but she wasn’t ready to let it. She removed her hand from his shaft and instructed him to not touch it, then she left the room. 10 minutes later, after his penis had gone soft, she returned to restore the erection and stroked it until just before he ejaculated. This had been going on for 7 hours. The man’s balls were in pain and all he wanted was release. She would leave the room and return in various intervals. He could easily have masturbated and gotten away with it. After all the stimulation he’s received, it would have only taken 2 minutes. But his obedience to the mistress is stronger than anything. She has more control over him than his own cock’s need for ejaculation does. She returns to the room, stands with her legs spread far and says, “kneel down and lick my pussy.” The slave replies, “yes mistress” in an enthusiastic tone. He then kneels down, cranks his neck up so his mouth can reach the her labia and moves his tongue in a circular motion rubbing her vagina lips. She places her hands on the back of his head, pulling him in closer, smothering his face against her crotch and inner thighs. This goes on for about 30 minutes, until the female ejaculation has dripped all over his mouth, his face, down her leg and onto the floor. She pulls his head away, looks him in the eye and says, “clean up the mess.” He starts with the vagina, slurping out the remnants of his subserviant oral sex act. Then he licks her leg clean all the way down to her ankle, then her foot. Then he moves his head to the floor and laps up her now cold pussy juices. She says, “you’ve had enough for the day. Lay in bed now” then she leaves the room. She has better things to do. Her time is too valuable to spend unnecessary intervals with this man slave. He is only one of her many subjects. And she has decided that this slave’s testicles will remain engorged and agonized throughout the night. He lays in bed, blue balled and saddened that his mistress wouldn’t let him cum. He knows that she’ll be gone for the rest of the day and since her last command regarding masturbation was to not do it, he’ll have to continue suffering. “Maybe she’ll let me cum tommorrow,” he thought. He is in love with her. No matter how much abuse she gives him, he remains loyal, submissive and eager to comply with her every whim. Upon returning to her lair’s main room, she thinks to herself, “if i find one drop of semen on those bedsheets, orgasm denial will be a luxury compared to the punishment i give him.” From the outside, it appears to be an ordinary mansion. But on the inside, it’s a wolrd of restraints, sharp metal objects and a long profound history of male suffering. There are dozens of rooms and dozens of “experiments” as she sometimes refers to them. If the walls could tell a story of the terrible pains experienced, they would rather crumble apart. She was always too disgusted by men to have any sort of relationship where both partners were on equal footing. For a while, she thought she may have been gay. She tried lesbian relations. The women gave her orgasms but they left her unsatisfied internally. She has a deep routed hatred for the male form and the only way to settle this anguish is to control, torture, dominate and violate the very essense of men. She could torture, disform and otherwise humiliate males all day without growing tired. She’s also got an insatiable need for her vagina to be penetrated, licked and otherwise stimulated. She could be pleasured all day without boredom. Some days that’s exactly what she does. Her life is dedicated to fulfilling these two MO’s. Pleasure and dominance for herself, pain and submission for her male slaves. She looks around, standing proud of herself and the sexual conquests she’s made in tormenting, abusing and mutilating the lesser gender. She’s wearing black eye shadow, blood red lipstick, a black corset that shows just a teasing amount of cleavage, the same shade of blood red panties and black 6’’ spiked heel, knee high boots. She lays eyes on another room and walks towards it.

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‘Why not?’ declared the woman. ‘I’m impulsive. You’re impulsive. And I brought a cake.’ She took her hat off and looked inside it and then frowned. ‘Well. Maybe I ate the cake. Anyway.’

bellaschinchilla:

“He can be very mean sometimes. Except to me, of course, because he … lovesme so much.”