Message-ID: <13007eli$9807141236@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13007.txt>
From: lsaspt@aol.com (LsasPt)
Subject: A Slavewhore's Fantasy for his Divine Mistress Lisa
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-Id: <1998071320513800.QAA09323@ladder03.news.aol.com>

Mistress Lisa has given me permission to post the results of my latest training
task.

I offer it in her glorious and all powerful name.  I remain her pathetic
cockwhore of a slave,

Mistress Lisa's Pet

************************************************

Most Divine and Powerful Goddess Lisa,

I am your complete whore, your lowly slut slave, and your pet and plaything at
any time you would wish or command it.  I belong entirely you.  I know I am
only allowed to make myself cum with your permission and so I have undertaken
my daily training task and will promise to pull my little cock in your divine
honor at the end of it.

I have sketched the following fantasy in accord with your orders to show you
that I am indeed capable of anything solely to please and amuse you.



***************************************************

        When you visit me this August, just before you leave, you sit me down,
naked and collared and, holding onto my leash, you spank my hard little cock a
bit to get me even more excited.  You then proceed tie my hands tightly behind
the chair and tie my legs to the chair legs and then you slowly start to tease
me with your cunt, opening it with your fingers just in front of my face and
playing with your clit and moaning while I look on hungry for you and helpless.
When you have cum several times and you see that I am hard and aching and
desperate, you stop and look right in my eyes.  "Now, you want this cunt, don't
you slave? You need my hands around your pathetic little cock, maybe even my
mouth or my all powerful cunt, don't you?  You'll do anything for it won't you?
 You are aching aren't you?"  And you slap my cock hard and laugh.  "Well, I'm
leaving tomorrow and before I go I've got something to tell you.  If you want
this cunt ever again you'll listen and obey, do you understand?"
        Nearly too excited to speak, I whimper out a meek "Yes, my Goddess."
        "Excellent.  In a short time I am going to a conference in New Orleans
and I am delivering a paper there in which I talk about worms like you and the
sick and disgusting things that they need to do to get excited and how
desperately they need the power and control of a strong woman, how they need to
be ruled completely by a Queen and how they will do anything for a woman who
knows how to manipulate their desire and control them strictly.  I have decided
that you are going to meet me there and that you are going to spend the
*entire* seventy-two hours living completely as my slave and whore.  This is a
full-time repsonsibility for you, you little shit and you'd better be willing
to do anything I command of you.  Do you understand?  You are to arrange a
flight and meet me at my hotel room where the conference is.  When you get to
my room, you are to strip yourself completely naked in the hallway *before
knocking* and put on your collar and leash and wait on your knees until I
answer the door."
        Desperate for your touch and lost in my own helplessness before you, I
blurt out, "Yes, Mistress, anything, I will be there and be yours for the
entire time and will do anything you command.  I swear on my life."
       " Excellent, you little shit.  Now, as a reward for your giving yourself
entirely to me and for following orders, I will allow you just this once to cum
in my mouth, because I am a bit thirsty for cum -- I get that way -- and you're
the only cock around at the moment.  You'll have to do."  And with that, you
lower your head into my lap as I sit, hands tied behind the chair and I
struggle still helpless as you tease my cock with your tongue, feeling it grow
even harder in your mouth until finally my moans turn into screams and I pull
hard against my bonds and shoot off deep into your throat.  You smile and kiss
me deeply, feeding me my own cum as you untie my hands and we head out for a
lovely dinner.

***********************************

A few weeks later, early in the morning on the day you are to deliver your
paper, I am, as instructed, kneeling before your hotel room door in New
Orleans, naked and hard and leashed for you.  You wait a delicious five full
minutes to answer the door and several people laugh as they walk by and I try
and hide my face.  Finally you open the door, dressed for the conference and
looking every bit the professional scholar.  You laugh at my helpless look and
my humiliating predicament and then reach down to drag me into the hotel room. 
You order me onto the bed on my back and tie my hands and feel to the bedpost.
        "Hello my lovely, little thing.  Such the good whore you are.  Well,
we'll see just what you are capable of doing to please your Mistress this
weekend.  But first, I have a paper to give and some drinks with friends this
afternoon, so you be a good little boy and wait right here for your Queen." 
Suddenly your mocking tone becomes sharp and cruel.  "As if you had any other
choice slut, you belong completely to me you know and you are going to be used
and abused as I see fit for a few days."  Laughing, you lean over as if to kiss
me but spit rudely into my face and you see my cock twitch in excitement.  "See
you later, whore."

        Your paper goes well.  Near the end of your discussion of masochism you
have added a sentence that includes the short phrase "from personal
experience..."  Later, at the cash bar afterwards, when everyone is slightly
drunk and flirting with each other, several members of your audience, people
you know mostly, but a couple of strangers as well, come up to you and ask you
how you seem to know so much about your subject and what this little personal
remark meant.  You smile and whisper to them, "Do you want to see?  How would
like a little peformance to show just what the masochist is capable of in the
hands of an intelligent woman, just what a pathetic worm a man can be turned
into with the proper training?  Come to my room everybody, tonight around 9,
and we'll all go out on Bourbon St. and have a little fun.  It'll be quite a
show, I promise you."  They are all a bit confused but of course they readily
agree.

For the rest of the afternoon you are excited and wet and distracted by
thoughts of the evening.  Immediately after dinner (where your plans for later
are all the buzz among your friends and colleagues) you rush up to the room to
find me exactly as you left me and still hard.  "Well, slut,  it looks like
you're on tonight."  You laugh, knowing I have no idea what you are talking
about or what is in store for me this evening.  "I expect complete obedience. 
And I know I'll get it.  I'm going to get ready first and then I'll get you
ready."  You prepare yourself as I watch helplessly from the bed and I know I'm
in trouble.  You have on your tight black dress and stockings and no bra or
panties and your hair is pulled back severely and your striking make-up gives
you an evil authority and you are carrying your riding crop and wearing your
New Orleans heels.  You tease me on the bed with the crop and I think you are
going to get me ready to go out but then a knock comes at the door and you
laugh.  Crop still in hand you greet your friends and colleagues now as
Mistress Lisa.  You tell them you want to show them your favorite possession
and lead them into the room where they are all stunned.  "Now, let me show you
what I mean about the slightest little stimulus having an intensifed and
powerful effect."  You turn towards me.  "Tell them who you are."
        "I am a slut slave." I whimper from my place tied on the bed, my voice
straining with shame and excitement  "I am Mistress Lisa's pet and her
possession.  I am her cockwhore and her completely pussy-whipped slut and her
plaything and her shit-eater and her toilet slave and her object of abuse and
humiliation and I live only for her divine pleasure."
        "Notice," you touch the tip of my cock with the crop, "how just saying
these things out loud has made this pathetic piece of shit's little cock jump. 
*That* is the power of the word.  Having him affirm his complete worthlessness
and servitude out loud before you is exciting him incredibly.  That is
language's power to translate in so many ways into sexuality and control.  And
there is more, much more, he will give me anything."  You turn back to me,
"Slave, give me your ass!"
        It is difficult, but I raise my ass up, pulling at the ties that have
me bound on my back.   Laughing, you instantly crack the crop down on the ridge
between my balls and ass and I cry out and my cock jerks again.  "It is the
combination," you say to all of those watching, "the pain and the humiliation,
the abject fear and the overpowering devotion and need for control and
punishment -- I am everything to him. I have replaced all other objects of
desire.  I am his complete psyche at this point and therefore he will take
anything from me and not question it.  Watch how, allegedly heterosexual little
fucker that he is, he allows, indeed begs to be raped in his ass with my crop."
And you tease my asshole now with the tip of the crop and I start whimpering
and pleading
        "Please, Mistress... Please give it to me... Take me... rape me...
Please fuck my sorry ass...  I'll do anything.... "  I am nearly shouting now
and you laugh as the others in the room are both amused and excited and you see
them getting flushed and even starting to secretely touch themselves hoping no
one notices.  My pleading is filled with desperation.  "Oh God... I need you in
my ass Mistress, please please please...."
        Finally you sigh and shove the crop hard and deep up my ass and with
your back turned towards your audience sneak a finer up your short dress and
quickly bring yourself to a shattering orgasm, holding back your moans so that
no one knows how much you are enjoying torturing me this way.  You fuck my
asshole harder and faster than ever until I am crying before you and everyone
and then pull the crop out quickly and stuff it in my mouth.  "You see, he'll
even thank me for the taste of his own shit.  It is delicious to him because it
translates into his complete relinquishing of his own sense of self, of all
rights and normal expectations and it signifies his psyche's complete
interweaving of itself into and with *my* desires and *my* whims, he has
crossed the boundary lines of his own subjectivity and he has rewritten himself
completely into my own being which is, to him, all powerful and even
transcendant and divine.   *This* is what is possible with a little
pyschological sensitivity and some rigorous training. But let's go out to the
Quarter and see what else we can do with this pathetic whore to entertain us." 
With that, you untie and dress me in shorts and a white shirt and get me hard
again so that my cock sticks out from under the baggy legs of my shorts and you
put my collar back on and lead me, in front of your group of followers, out
into the streets of the Quarter.  When we hit Bourbon you spread the crowd
around us.  "Let's see him act like the dog he knows he is."  With that I fall
to my hands and knees in the filthy street in the middle of the evening's crowd
and proceed to crawl behind you obediently and passers-by laugh and hurl
insults at me and congratulate you on your little pet and your obvious control
and power.  Finally you stop and one of the sluttiest strip bars on the street.
 "This looks like a good place for some fun."  Not wanting me to get any
pleasure at all from watching the naked whores dance, you then place a
blindfold on me and lead me crawling into the bar where the usual Bourbon St.
crowd is rowdy and drunk and the women are dancing on stage and around poles
and on the laps of customers.  By now your crowd of followers has grown and has
become drunk and too excited to control themselves very much..  They have
paired off and are doing everything from flirting to full fledged making out in
chairs in the bar but no one touches you, you will not permit it, though some
of the men have tried, and as you watch the scene that I cannot see you pull my
head down to the floor and make me kiss and worship your stockinged feet after
I have slipped off your shoes.  Finally, there is break in the music and you
seize your chance.
        "OK folks, it's showtime!"  And everyone claps and you lead me still
blindfolded on all fours up on stage.  You reach over and roughly pull off my
shorts to reveal my sorry white ass and small but hard cock to the crowd and
everyone laughs and a surge of power runs through you.  "Now,  let's see what
this little pussy-whipped slut is good at.  First of all, I can assure you that
I have trained him to be an excellent cunt-licker."  I am still in the dark,
but I can feel your legs go over my head and your dress cover me and I feel
your hand pull me into your sopping wet pussy and I lick you as deep and hard
and fast as possible and you start instantly cumming, getting off on your
absolute power and control and no longer caring who hears or sees you passion. 
You start humping my face roughly, rubbing youself off on my chin and nose and
cumming in torrents down my face and neck and all over my shirt as the auduence
applauds once again and you look out and they are all in various stages of
exposure, a few of the men pulling on their cocks or fingering the cunts of the
women next to them and some of the women spreading their legs and twitching a
little at what they are watching.  After your cumming finally stops you begin
to vigorously smack my ass, spanking me and laughing and saying "See, all this
worm needs is the strong hand of a woman who knows what she deserves and can
properly command worship and adoration."  Then you stand me up.  There is a
pause and I hear footsteps and suddenly behind me I feel my arms being grabbed
and held tightly.  You have gotten two volunteers from the audience to hold me
still for you as you walk in front of my naked and helpless and blindfolded
body. "Let's mix a little pain and pleasure until the line begins not only to
blur but to disappear all together," you smile at the crowd.  You bring up one
of the dancers, a thin girl with long legs and huge breasts, and you walk her
up to my face.  Suddenly, you have her push her breasts in my face and I am
stunned and struggling and I can't pull away and my cock is twitching and she
is smothering me with her tits and feeding me her nipples at your command and
then you pull her back and step forward and slap my face hard.  "You *know*
those weren't mine, you disloyal piece of filth and you licked and sucked them
anyway." And you spit again in my face for all to see and I lick it up as I
whimper my apologies.  You then have the stripper grab hold of my cock and
start to stroke me with her long fingers and I'm still being held tight by the
men behind me and I start to moan and whimper and am about to cum and you pull
her back as she laughs and you slap my cock hard and grab a hold of my little
balls.  "You *know* those weren't my fingers, you filthy helpless piece of
shit, and yet you were going to cum all over yourself here in front of everyone
at their touch, now you will pay." And you squeeze my balls with one hand and
my cock with the other until tears form and I start crying for mercy and
promising to worship you always and only.  "But look," you point out to the
crowd, "even in all that pain he is still rock hard -- he no longer knows the
difference -- I have such control I can even shut down those parts of his own
brain.  Even his neurology is completely mine!  Now let me show you how hard
and fast I have trained this little slave to fuck."  You are soaking wet now
and need this badly.  You step forward to the edge of the stage as everyone
watches in a hushed silence and you bend over and pull up your dress with your
ass facing me.  The men holding my arms lead me, still blindfolded, forward
until my cock touches the edge your cunt.  "Let him go," you snap.  "Now slave,
FUCK!"  And I start pounding harder and faster than I ever have anxious only to
perform well for you up here on this stage in front of the huge crowd and you
feel me deep up inside of you and you feel all the eyes glued to you and
everyone amazed by abd revelling in your complete awesome power over me and it
sets you off on fire and you start cummng loudly in front of everyone over and
over until you can't stop and can't stand it and then you shout "GIVE ME YOUR
CUM, SLUT!  I WANT YOUR CUM IN ME NOW!   DO IT!  I AM ORDERING IT!  YOU WILL
CUM ON MY COMMAND YOU FILTHY WHORE!  I OWN YOU, YOU ASSHOLE, NOW CUM NOW NOW
NOW!"  And I scream out in agony and ecstacy and shoot stream after stream of
hot cum deep up inside you and I fall crying and whimpering my devotion to you
onto my knees behind you and begin to kiss your ass with sweet passionate
little kisses and to lap up my own cum as it drips out of your cunt and down
your thighs as the audience roars with delight and applauds wildly and you
smile contentedly and rest your head on your arms and squeeze the last drops of
our cum mixed together completely, out of you and into my waiting mouth and
then my tongue slides up to your asshole and licks it in sincere slut-devotion
and you tell the crowd that I am always your ass-licker and that as you can see
by the finish of this demonstration, I know exactly where I belong.





Mistress:  I hope you enjoyed my little story.  Like the pathetic jerk off I
am, I had to open my pants and pull on my tiny cock when I reached the point
where you ordered me to cum and now my jeans are all covered in white stucky
cum and I am sweating even in the air conditioning.  It was a pleasure
fulfilling this pastr of my training and I promise this will be the only time I
cum today unless my Mistress orders it later.

Your devoted whore of a boy,

Mistress Lisa's Pet





-- 
+----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+
| <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> |
| Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |
<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>