Dominatrix

He stood outside her front door. His stomach was in turmoil, making a mockery of the term "butterflies in your tummy". It was more like someone had ripped his entrails out, tied them into knots, and then shoved them back in. He was not nervous, he was scared.

He had dreamed of being taken by Mistress Anna. She was famous for being the most beautiful, most sensual dominatrix for hundreds of miles. She was also the youngest. She was a lifestyle domme, not one of those women that partied for a bit of fun on the occasional weekend or took money to slap you with a riding crop. 

Mistress Anna also had a reputation for being exceptionally cruel. Rumors of her rather hard style had come to him, and attracted him. Disgusted by the wimpish dominants he had experienced during his last year of exploration, her reputation had immediately attracted him and caused him to seek her out.

And here he was. Standing at the front door of the mansion standing alone in the hills. It was far enough away from other residences he was sure no one would hear screams, or see anything. Isolated, private. This was his last chance to back out.

He didn't want to. He wanted to experience real submission, total humiliation and control, domination and pain. It was here, on the other side of the door, within his grasp. His hand rose and he watched with amazement as his finger extended and rang the doorbell.

A minute later, the door opened and the Mistress stood looking at him. She was tall, about six feet; with long black hair and light skin. Her slim body moved with stillness and efficiency as if it was conserving its energy for when needed. Her breasts we perfect, their shape displayed nicely by the tight t-top she wore. Her dark eyes surveyed him for a moment before she spoke.

"Kyle. Come in."

He stepped across the threshold and into a foyer with marbled flooring, impeccably decorated with modern furnishings. As the door closed behind him he turned to look at Mistress Anna once again.

"Remove your clothes and all accessories. Anything on your body that is man made should go in that plastic bin," she indicated a square plastic tub with a lid on a side table. "Watches, rings, glasses, jewelry, everything."

Kyle silently stripped as the dominatrix watched. Her face showed no emotion as he quickly removed everything and placed it in the bin. Moments later he stood completely naked before the tall, unsmiling woman.

"Come with me." She turned and walked into a side door, which led to a wide hallway. As they moved down the tiled hall, Kyle began to grasp just how large the mansion was. They passed several rooms, most with closed doors. The few rooms he was able to catch a glimpse of were furnish in modern style, for various purposes. They passed an entertainment center with a home theater, and what looked like a small library.

At the end of the hall, Mistress Anna opened a door and walked down a few steps into what appeared to be a small annex to the main house. This area was not nearly as finished or elegant as the main living area they had passed. Concrete floors were unadorned, and doors were heavy wood, all closed. She opened a door and revealed a square room glaringly lighted by a single bare bulb overhead. In the center of the room was a heavy square uncomfortable chair that looked unnervingly like an old style electric chair. It even had straps for arms, legs and head.

"Sit down," she said in a tone that was a simple command. It assumed obedience, and Kyle didn't even consider not obeying. He sat in the chair, feeling the uncomfortable hard surface of bare wood and straight back. He became aware of how his penis stood up from between his legs and his face flushed. There was nothing he could do to hide his arousal.

"So, Kyle. You have indicated that you are a submissive. That you wish to be dominated by a woman, apparently by me. Is this correct?"

His voice was dry and broke as he answered. "Yes, Mistress Anna. I desire that more than anything."

"You know that I have no safe words. This isn't a game or play with me. When you submit to me, you are becoming my possession for as long as I desire, and I will do with you as pleases me."

"Yes, Mistress. I want to give up control," he responded, as he surveyed her beautiful face and amazing body. His erection was throbbing, actually bouncing slightly.

"Do you wish me to hurt you?"

He hesitated a moment, knowing that this was serious. "Yes, Mistress Anna."

"Beg me. Convince me that you are worthy of my attention." The dominatrix leaned against the wall casually and waited.

Kyle cleared his throat. "Please Mistress Anna. I have come here because no other dominant has been able to meet my desire to be dominated. I want to be hurt, in whatever way you wish to hurt me. I want to feel the pain of helplessness to your whims. Please... Mistress. Hurt me."

Kyle was shaking and sweating in the cold concrete room as he begged the beautiful woman to take his body as her own, to make him suffer for her pleasure. He looked down at his lap and saw his penis throbbing, a small drop of precum glistening at the end.

The tall dark woman glided over to him and slowly spread her legs as she straddled his lap, facing him. She sat down on his thighs and wrapped her arms around him, leaning her face forward to reach his lips, kissing him. Kyle was shocked at this unexpected move. His cock was rubbing against the denim of her jeans and he could feel his arousal building as her tongue entered his mouth and their saliva mixed. He felt as if he was going to lose control right at that moment.

She broke the kiss. A small smile ran across her face and she rose, stepping back from him.

"Get up, then lay down on the floor, face down."

Kyle did as he was told, laying down on the incredibly hard, cold floor. He lay with his right cheek on the floor, and looked at her shiny leather laced boots before him. One boot rose and pressed down on his head, slowly but with increasingly painful pressure.

"I. Said. Face. Down." She slowly articulated the instruction and then removed the boot. Kyle turned his head so that his face lay directly down on the concrete floor. Mistress Anna moved away, and he listend to her making some sort of preparations in the room. His hardened cock was pressing against the concrete and he had to suppress the urge to start humping the floor.

After a few minutes of waiting, another command was issued. "Sit in the chair again."

Kyle stood and sat back down in the chair. Underneath him, laying on the seat of the chair, was a wooden board. It extended about six inches beyond the sides of his ass as he sat on it, and was positioned under his ass and thighs.

"Spread your legs."

He spread his legs as instructed. The dominatrix used the straps on the legs of the chair to secure his legs in their spread position. She then strapped his arms to the back of the chair. The straps were tight, positioned just below his armpits, and just above his wrists. His legs were secured at his knees and at the ankles. Pulled as tight as possible, the straps cut into his skin and caused him to grunt in pain as she tightened each one. When she was done, he could not move about in the chair at all.

With catlike precision, Mistress Anna produced two items which made Kyle's eyes widen and a shudder ripple through his nude body. First, a hammer. Next, several nails.

"Do you need to be gagged?" The woman asked in a derisive tone.

"As you wish Mistress," he answered.

"I think I would like to hear what kind of Malesong you make," she said, almost to herself.

Reaching under his bouncing, throbbing cock, she roughly took hold of his ball sack and pulled it out. He yelped just a tiny bit from discomfort as she stretched them out and then let them settle back on the board beneath him.

Her long, smooth, thin hand held one testicle in place as the other positioned the nail above it. It was a long nail, with a wide head. The point pressed down on his ball and he began to whimper as he felt a hint of pain. Holding the nail in testicle in place with one hand, she took up the hammer.

Kyle could not watch. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his hands, straining against the straps. With a sudden thwock sound, the hammer came down on the head of the nail, which immediately sliced through the flesh of his scrotum and into the testicle. The pain took just a second to set in, but when it did, a scream seemed to involuntarily erupt from the poor submissive's gut like vomit.

A second hammer blow pushed the nail through the testicle and out the other side of the scrotum. It entered the board placed below him. Malesong reverberated in the hard walled room as Kyle yelled and moaned from the pain. Several more blows made sure the nail was well embedded in the wood below him before Mistress Anna stood and observed the agonized man before her.

Mistress Anna observed the suffering before her and felt the pleasure suffuse her body. It aroused her to see men suffer. She liked to be close to it. She walked around to the back of the chair and slid her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, feeling the muscles contract and struggle from the agony. She thought she might orgasm right then, such was his pain, but she wasn't done. With a sigh, she walked back around to the front of the chair and took a second nail.

Kyle was crying by now, begging that she not impale his second testicle. She didn't appear to even hear his pleas, and simply positioned the nail, pressed down a bit to allow him the hint of new pain that was coming, and savored the male's suffering. Finally, she raised the hammer and with one blow drove the nail through the scrotum flesh and through most of the testicle. Rapidly, she struck the nail head several times, driving it through and back out of his helpless body and deep within the board underneath.

His genitals firmly nailed to the board beneath him, the submissive continued crying, shuddering from an aching pain that now flooded his hips. He looked up and saw his dominant looking at him with a satisfied smile, simply observing him.

Once again, she straddled him and sat on his lap, reaching her arms around him and kissing his lips, now salty from tears. He managed to kiss her back, and his still hard throbbing penis rubbed against the denim of her jeans, between her thighs. He no longer had the urge to thrust and try to climax, as he was nailed securely below, but his arousal was still evident. In spite of the pain.

It was also very clear just how aroused and excited Mistress Anna had become from her submissive's pain. She kissed him, holding her body close to his, trying to feel his pain by pressing close. Finally, she lifted her shirt up over her head, exposing the bare flesh of her upper body which she then pressed against the helpless victim as she kissed him more deeply and passionately.

Finally she rose and slowly unstrapped the miserable submissive. "Get up," she barked.

He slowly rose, taking the board with him. It was positioned behind his thighs, and its weight pulled down painfully on his impaled testicles. As he straightened himself, the board pulled his balls between his legs and behind him, like a diabolically humbler; he immediately doubled over to relieve the pain from stretching and pulling.

Taking him firmly by the hair, Mistress Anna guided Kyle over to one wall of the room. He hobbled after her, trying to minimize the strain of movement pulling his scrotum. With a yank she turned him so he faced away from the wall and his ass pushed up against it. Taking the hammer and nails, she quickly nailed the board to the wall behind him. Once secured, he was essentially nailed to the wall by his testicles. He could not sit, it was painful to stand straight, and while his arms and legs were completely unrestrained, he could not move away from his current location. He stood, hunched over, in this one place, hands covering his groin and hips protectively.

From above, Mistress Anna pulled down a rope from a pulley attached to the ceiling. Forcing his right hand away from his groin, she tied Kyle's hand to the rope; she then repeated the procedure with his left hand and his arms were tied behind his back from the rope hanging from the ceiling. She pulled the rope up slightly to raise his arms up, which further pushed his body forward as the strappado position took hold. Kyle panted from pain, staring at the gray hard floor below him. A bit of drool dripped from his open mouth, but he didn't care, and just watched the small wet patch form beneath him.

Kyle's erection was gone. The agony of being nailed to a wall by his testicles had suppressed his arousal. Mistress Anna reached down and took his penis in hand, and spit on it. Then with a slow, rhythmic motion she began stroking him back to hardness. Within a minute his cock was hard and throbbing again. She continued to stimulate him, stroking with her bare hand, emphasizing the downstrokes, spending time on the sensitive head, pushing and manipulating with her thumbs.

As she masturbated the agonized man, his cries began to renew themselves. His arousal was demanding sperm from his testicles, and the action increased the pain that swathed his lower body. He began making small thrusting movements with his hips, in spite of his position. Steadily, relentlessly, the experienced dominatrix brought Kyle to the verge or orgasm, felt the contractions begin, and then let go. Kyle tried desperately to finish his orgasm and ejaculate in spite of her withdrawal, and had a little success, but not much. There were a couple of weak spurts of semen that dripped onto the floor beneath him and mingled with the saliva that was collecting there, but there was little pleasure. The pain, which was no longer sharp but an extensive dull ache across his hips and stomach, flooded back over him and prevented any real pleasure.

The frustration of the ruined orgasm made Kyle cry out. This pleased Mistress Anna and with a smile, she kissed him lightly on the forehead, patting his head. She then slid her jeans down, and then panties, revealing her perfect naked body. Even in his tortured state, Kyle stared and felt lust gathering inside him at the glorious image of his dominatrix's perfect nudity. He panted and suffered as she sat in the wooden chair before him, sliding her legs apart, clearly revealing her shaved pussy to him. Her fingers slid across her breasts, and then down her naked stomach until they reached between her legs, spreading and probing the soft skin.

She stimulated herself, and he watched, unable to move or approach her, unable to even touch himself as her nipples hardened and her neck and faced flushed. She finally made a small thrusting movement with her hips, grunting and moaning quietly as she stared at her tortured submissive, allowing his pain to help bring her to climax.

After her orgasm her limbs splayed wide and she tilted her head back and looked at the ceiling, listening to the quiet sobs of the male nailed to the wall in front of her.

Suddenly she rose, slid her clothes back on, and without a word left the cell and closed the door. Kyle was left alone with his agony, with know idea how long he might be there or what might happen next.