It started like every other session. I am kneeling naked as Mistress Suzanne sits before me, inspecting my body. Little did I know this session was to be like no other session I have ever had.

Mz. Suzanne is dressed in a red top with a black leather corset, black leggings and beautiful black knee high boots. She caresses me with her gloved hands. The feel of the leather gives me goose bumps. Mz. Suzanne leans toward me and whispers in my ear, ”I want to take your training to another level. I want to push you hard today, are you willing to accept anything and everything that I may decide to do?”

I was paralyzed at this point. The idea of serving Mistress Suzanne and expanding my experiences as a slave have long been a desire. I simply bowed my head and replied “Yes Ma’am”, knowing that I would be tested.

I was led to the examination table and quickly bound spread eagle. Mz. Suzanne then placed a bucket of clothes pins on the table beside me. One by one clothes pins were place on the tender area below my underarm, then on my inner thighs, then across the skin above my cock. 64 clothes pins in total, and by the time the last was placed the pain level was rising. I know the worst part is when the clothes pins are removed, but she doesn’t rush to do this. Instead the hitachi is used to get my cock hard. But as fast as the pleasurable sensation starts, Mz. Suzanne removes the hitachi.

Mz. Suzanne then climbs on top of me, and straddling me begins to use the hitachi on herself. She stares into my eyes as I feel her hips rocking into the vibrator. I can only dream of one day giving her the pleasure of an orgasm, but realize that it will never be as I am just a slave. But for the time being I can enjoy having her stare down at me from above. Just to remind me of my place, I am instructed to open my mouth, as Mz. Suzanne allows a large ball of her spit drip into my mouth. This is a bit humiliating, as I swallow her spit. But is serves as a reminder that I am here to serve at her pleasure.

I know the inevitable is near as Mz. Suzanne dismounts. A ball gag is place securely into my mouth and one by one clothes pins are removed. The pain is severe, but the last thing I want to do now is to disappoint my Mistress, so I endure by biting into the gag. After the last clothes pin is removed, I am rewarded with the hitachi being rubbed against my cock again. I feel it getting hard, but Mz. Suzanne is not impressed. “Look at that tiny dick”, she says as she grabs my balls. “Do you really think you can please a woman with a dick that small?”

Mz. Suzanne releases my ankles from the restraints, but only long enough to secure them to lengths of rope hanging from the ceiling. First the left, then the right ankle are pulled into the air exposing my ass. I feel her finger rubbing lube around and into my ass. Slowly her finger penetrates me. I am new to anal play, so I struggle to stay relaxed. Next a small dildo is inserted. Once it is fully in place it begins to vibrate. I am not sure what feeling is more intense, the physical sensation of the vibrating dildo, or the emotional feeling I have of being violated by such a beautiful lady.

But as soon as I begin enjoying this, Mz. Suzanne leans over me and says, “Did you know that I called your wife before you arrived?”

I don’t know how to respond to this. My wife is well aware that I visit Mz. Suzanne, but has never seemed to be interested in what takes place. Why would Mz. Suzanne call her? What could that have talked about? Then I remember Mz. Suzanne telling me that my “training” would be taken to another level.

I simply remain silent knowing that there is nothing I can say at this point that would change what Mz. Suzanne has in mind.

“We had a nice chat about that small dick of yours.” She says. “You wife admitted that that tiny thing just doesn’t do it for her. But she has been afraid of hurting your feelings by telling you this. We did however come to the conclusion that if it does not give pleasure to anyone, you should not be allowed to have any pleasure from it, so we came to an agreement. Tommy, when you leave here today you will no longer own your dick, it will be my property”.

The dildo is removed from my ass, and Mz. Suzanne briefly stares at me with an evil grin before leaving the room. I lay still on the table, still bound with my legs in the air. My mind is racing a mile a minute trying to process what was just said. Is she bluffing? Did she really speak with my wife?

I hear the heels of Mz. Suzanne’s boots walking just out side of the dungeon. The steps pause outside of the door, then she enters. Walking along side the exam table, she holds up a plastic chastity device. My heart sinks. I’ve worn devices like this in the past, for short durations. But the tone of Mz. Suzanne’s voice gives me a sense that this may be for a longer period.

She walks to the end of the table, and I see her smiling at me while standing between my raised legs. Lube is again rubbed into my ass. Only this time Mz. Suzanne steps closer to me and slowly inserts her strap on into me. As I gasp at the feeling, her eyes seem to gleam as she slowly makes me her bitch. Her hips thrust into me over and over as she fucks me with her cock.

“So Tommy”, Mz Suzanne starts. “Since your little dick is going to be locked and essentially not available to you any more, I am going to be nice and will allow you one final orgasm”. The hitachi is again used to rub on the underside of my cock. The feeling of the vibration on my cock, and Mz. Suzanne’s cock still deep inside my ass is almost over whelming. As I become more excited, Mz. Suzanne pulls out one more surprise. She holds up a champagne glass and states “Since I will own your orgasms, there is one more rule that you should be aware of. Whenever you are lucky to be permitted to cum, you will eat it. Understood?”

I am again almost paralyzed with fear. I know I don’t dare object to this for fear that I will be denied. All I can muster is a very quiet “Yes Ma’am”.

As I am approaching the point of no return, I ask permission to cum. Mistress only smiles at me silently. I begin to beg for permission. I am then told that she will count down from 5, and that I may only cum when she says zero. I don’t know how, but I managed to hold off until Mz. Suzanne completed the count down. With that I erupted.

As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, Mz. Suzanne raised the champagne glass for me to see. With her cock still deep inside of me, she swirls the glass before my face. I have no choice, I am going to have to do this. I am more fearful of the consequences of not taking it. She holds the glass over my face and says “open wide”.

I try to avoid gagging as I feel the wad dripping onto my tongue and struggle to swallow. The taste is horrid, but the degrading feeling is worse. I look up and see her still smiling at me as she pulls the cock out of my ass.

Leaving me bound, she wipes my cock with a wet cloth. The base ring of the chastity device is placed behind my scrotum. At this point I can’t believe this is happening. I have long dreamed of being in service to Mistress Suzanne, but knowing this is actually happening is overload.

The cage is placed over my cock and a pink lock is snapped into place. It’s official, Mz. Suzanne has taken complete control of me. “I will give your wife the combination to the lock as well, but I don’t think she will be using it for a while. You better find other ways to satisfy her needs”.

Her smile is that of confidence. I have just been conquered. Fucked in the ass, fed my own cum and locked into chastity. Mistress Suzanne is right, she has taken ownership of me.