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Authors' Note: This is the chapter that served as the inspiration for Sergio
Meira's short story, "Mistakes."
* * * *
Nothing Like The Sun
By L.Corvidae
Chapter Thirteen: Fuckup
Saturday Night
Something was going on. Somewhere in town there must have been a concert or
new movie or SOMETHING, because as we pulled into the parking lot of the health
club there was scarcely a car to be seen.
Inside it was even more deserted, and by the time i got into the locker room
i was entirely by myself.
i still slipped into a toilet stall, just in case, and undid the lock on my
belt. As always, my hand slipped around the base of my cock and this time....
this time there was no one else in the room. This time i had the memory of
Mistress' "gratification" still relatively fresh in my mind after only two
weeks; and had the prospect of more dancing about in my dreams nightly.
This time i jerked off wantonly and uncontrollably.
It only took a minute and a half to reach orgasm; and as i spurted my semen
into the toilet the full gravity of what i had done began to sink in. my face
turned beet red and my heart began to beat erratically. i had broken Her
orders, disobeyed Mistress!
my initial impulse was to cover up what i had done. i wiped the head of my
dick with toilet paper furiously and ran my index finger along my urethra,
hoping to milk out any semen that might still be "hiding." i had to do that
twice because every time i thought i was done, more cum would start to ooze
out. i knew i was starting to take too long, so i wiped over everything,
scrubbed everything, and pulled my clothes on, hurrying out the door as fast as
i could.
When i got to the courts i thought i must not have taken as long as i had
feared, as She was just arriving as well. She seemed curious as to my flushed
condition, but i lied and said i'd had to pee and that i'd rushed after that,
not wanting to keep Her waiting.
We hit the ball around a few times in practice, then started in on the first
rally of the game. i was playing terribly, but at least i imagined i'd gotten
away with my trespass.
Then, as i went for the ball during the third rally of the game, She swung
Her racquet into my groin with all Her strength. i doubled over from pain and
shock and my feet slipped out from under me. i tumbled sideways into a wall and
slid down onto the hardwood floor.
"I TOLD YOU NO!" She screamed, flinging Her racquet at me. i deflected it
with my arm, only to leave myself open for a vicious kick between my legs.
"I TRUSTED you, you SON OF A BITCH!" She was hysterical. She ran from the
court, slamming the door behind Her so hard the glass wall rattled ominously.
As my body slid further down from a sitting to a prone position, i could
just barely discern the source of Her anger: a small, telltale stain of tardy
semen had formed at the crotch of my shorts.
* * * *
i had to walk all the way back to Her house to retrieve my car. At least She
hadn't trashed it. Her own car wasn't even there, and the lights were all out.
i left Her racquet and the chastity belt on Her porch and drove home; never
expecting to see or hear from Her again.
i'd decided, somewhere between scraping myself off the floor and dodging
traffic on the walk over, not to beg for mercy or grovel. i'd known the rules,
agreed to them and i'd fucked up.
It seemed like such a minor thing, but God only knew what She'd do. i made a
note to drop my online account and change the locks on my apartment as soon as
i could; and, fastening the chain, took a long, hot bath to soothe my battered
genitals.
i woke the next day feeling incredibly depressed. After waging a lengthy
argument with myself, i decided check my E-mail. There was a message from
Her. Trembling, i read it.
If you wish forgiveness, it said, be at My house at eight P.M. sharp. C.
i was torn. i wanted so badly to be with Her again, to be forgiven.... but
what if it were a trap? Again, God alone only knew what She'd do to me once She
had me naked and tied down in Her soundproof basement. What if this were just
Her attempt to kick me around some more before dumping my sorry ass for good.
Was it worth the risk? my mind screamed "NO!" at me, but at seven-thirty i
was in my car and headed for the west side of town.
There were two cars parked in front of Her house when i got there: Hers and
another that was parked where i usually did, so i had to drive a little past it
and back up into position. It didn't look like Mandy's OR Lindsey's and the
sight of it had me mightily worried.
When i entered the mud room, i was surprised to find a woman's clothes in
the garbage can already. For a second, i thought She might be expecting me to
put on the short, red dress, but it was clearly far too small a size to even
have a chance of fitting me. The belt was there as well as my collar, and
reluctantly i pulled my accouterments of submission back into place.
i entered the dungeon at eight 'o'clock on the button, and was stunned by
what i saw. Mistress was there, standing imperiously in the center of the room
with Her arms folded under Her bare breasts; waiting for me. She had on the
skirt and gloves She'd worn for our first "session" together.
Yet as stunning as She looked, my eyes were inescapably drawn to the
dark-haired beauty that was cowering at Her feet. She was a short, lithe,
muscular woman of Latino descent; and She wasn't cowering from Mistress, but
rather from the sight of ME.
"Que tonto! " the woman said, trying to hide behind Mistress' legs.
"Comportate bien," Mistress commanded her sternly.
Not speaking Spanish myself, i could only stare at them blankly. "Mistress?"
i asked nervously.
"I realize, michael, that what happened last night was as much My fault as
yours," She said.
"Your fault, Mistress? No!"
She waved me off angrily. "It was foolish of me to give you a taste of
sexual pleasure and expect you to behave yourself after that."
"Los Hombres son unos perros! " the stranger said.
"No hables, solo actua asustado, " Mistress replied sharply. The woman
wailed in sudden fear.
"Mistress," i asked, feeling very, very nervous.
"Don't worry about this little slut! She was one of my former slaves."
Mistress grabbed her by the hair. "You know your place, don't you?"
"Ay! Eso duele! "
"I said, you know your place, DON'T YOU?"
"Si! Si, Gato!"
Mistress released her roughly.
"You see, michael, since you cannot be trusted to control youself, I am
giving you this little slut to slake your beastial urges with!"
"No!" the girl cried.
"Now get over here," Mistress commanded, suddenly struggling with the new
slave, "and help Me tie this bitch down!"
i held my ground, my stomach suddenly beginning to churn.
"NOW MICHAEL!" Mistress screamed, fighting with the panic-stricken woman.
i felt like throwing up as i helped Mistress wrestle the poor, screeching
girl onto a low padded bench and tied her down to it. Mistress insisted that
her legs be tied wide open and to add to my growing nausea, the fear and
excitement had made the struggling captive wet.
"No!" she wailed miserably. "No!"
i took a quick back from my handiwork, wondering just how much further this
was going to go. From Her "rack" Mistress produced a strap-on on unbelievable
length and thickness.
"Se ve esto muy grande!" the slave girl said.
"What... what is THAT for, Mistress?" i asked, very nervous.
"Why... it's for YOU michael," She replied coyly. Before i could quite
process what She meant, She had already begun strapping it onto the front of my
chastity belt. She pulled the strap that ran up the crack of my ass tight, and
suddenly i was "gifted" with an enormous erection that was wholly not of my
body. It was the most humiliating feeling i'd ever experienced in my life.
In spite of all the straps back there, the cheeks of my ass were still
exposed and She landed a hard slap against them.
"Well? You're the one who can't control himself? Get to work, asshole!"
"Mistress, please!" i moaned. She slapped me across my face, spun me in the
direction of "our" bound victim and gave me a swift kick in the ass that sent
me sprawling on top of the shrieking, shaking woman.
i pulled myself off her and stood for a moment between her splayed thighs.
Tears began to run down my cheeks.
"Please," i whispered, "forgive me!"
"Nooooo!" she screeched back at me plaintively.
Mistress smacked my ass hard again and, shutting my eyes against the
ugliness of my own actions, i slid the huge dildo tentatively into her
quivering body. She howled like a dying animal. She bucked and thrashed against
her bonds and secretly i prayed they'd break, but they didn't.
"Is that all you do when you fuck, michael? Just stick it in and hold it
there? I'm glad it's not me having to put up with your ineptitude!"
Bile rose to the back of my throat as i slid the false cock deeper into her
flailing body. Her cries were beyond enduring. i pulled out and just as the
bulbous glans began to emerge, Mistress slapped my ass hard again and miserably
i penetrated the helpless woman again.
i was raping her. i had become a rapist.
By the end she stopped screaming, and that was the worst of it. She just lay
there limp and crying.
i couldn't take it anymore. i pulled out and turned an ran past Mistress
straight to the bathroom; belching up a cascade of hot vomit into the bowl. A
second eruption swiftly followed the first, then a third.
i was heaving dry into the fetid bowl when Mistress' shriek rattled me to
the bone.
"MICHAEL GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW!"
i withdrew from the toilet reluctantly, pulling myself to my feet with
tremendous effort. i staggered back into the dungeon and teetered at the
doorway. my heart stopped altogether.
Mistress was standing over the girl's limp, athletic body. She'd undid the
ropes and now the young woman's body lay on the floor. The slave's entire lower
torso was drenched in a vast pool of crimson; it dripped lugubriously from the
end of the bench. She wasn't moving.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Mistress screamed at me.
"me?!?" i felt another wash of puke rise up my from burning gullet. She
crossed the room in a flash and hit me with the back of Her hand.
"DON'T YOU DARE YOU FUCK! YOU..."
Whatever She was about to call me or accuse me of died on Her lips, however,
as Her tirade was interrupted by a stream of uncontrollable... giggles that
rose up from, and shook, the "corpse" fiercely.
i gaped at the boisterously laughing figure. my horror sank to a new level
as i gazed into Mistress' fathomless, remorseless eyes. my "victim" was now
rolling around on the floor, clutching at her stomach and wallowing in her
"blood" as she laughed and laughed.
"Go back to the bathroom, michael. I'll deal with you later."
i stumbled back to the lavatory in a stupor. The room stank. i sank to the
tiled floor and curled up in a ball, pulling my knees to my chest and crying
quietly.
In my confusion and misery, i'd left the door ajar; and i could hear them in
the other room.
"Thank you, Gina," Mistress said coldly.
"Sorry, Gato," Gina replied, her voice still choked with giggles, "but I
mean, how far were you planning on taking that anyway? Have the poor shithead
bury me in the backyard?"
"I had my purposes, you needn't have concerned yourself."
"What is this shit anyway?"
"Kayro syrup and food coloring."
"Mmmm! Tastes sweet! You're one sick bitch, Gato, I'll tell you that much!"
"I had my purposes," Mistress reiterated.
"Yeah? All that just because the poor asshole played with himself? Jesus! We
used to get away with a lot worse than that, I mean Alex..."
The voices in the other room stopped suddenly.
Eventually Gina spoke up again, though this time it was barely audible over
my soft crying.
"Sorry, Gato, I didn't mean..."
"I was lax before. I paid the price for that. But I will NOT make the same
mistake again! I... I think you should leave, Gina."
"Yeah. Sorry."
A few moments later i heard someone stop at the door, look in and softly
whisper "Jesus!"
Gina left and i lay alone on the cold tiles, alone with the stench of my
vomit, alone in the despondent pit that had once been occupied by my soul.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I've noticed that when we play games with girls,
you get captured a lot."
Calvin
"Some of us are just irresistable."
Hobbes
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