Stories - a slaves Rendition
(submitted by: Mistress Crystal [website])
(written by: Mistress Crystal)
An arrogant rock singer is turned into a slutgirl slave by the dominatrix lover of the last woman he coldly threw away.
My name is Johnny Studd, and I’m a rock singer. Women adore me. In three years I’ve done two world tours and fucked more pussy than a boatload of sailors could in a lifetime. I treated most of them like shit, especially the last one, Cindy, whom I fucked two months ago. A week after I sent her away in tears I was laid lower than I ever imagined possible. And I grew to love it.
I met Crystal during my customary brunch at the Beverly Hills Four Seasons. She was strikingly beautiful, with long, dark hair and a pair of green eyes so full of animal energy it unnerved me a little. I couldn’t believe she wasn’t all over me like most girls, so I vowed to get into her pants.
After two weeks of dating her, my plan had backfired. While she kept her cool, I grew even more infatuated. One night she finally invited me to her condo for a nightcap. I was already a little bit drunk, so the shot of Goldschlager went right to my skull. I glanced around the room. Bondage and sadomasochistic themes dominated the photos and paintings on her walls. I mentioned it as I sipped at my second shot of the gold.
“Do you like?” she asked. “I guess I know you well enough to tell you,” she continued with a confidential wink. “I love BDSM.”
“BD – what?”
“Bondage, discipline, sadism, masochism,” she patiently explained. “Before I got my studio job I made a nice living as a dominatrix.”
The thought of her in black suede and high boots made my cock stir in my shorts. For the next five minutes she drove me wild with tales of leather and latex and ropes and chains and whips, of the cute guys she transformed into nasty sluts. Between the booze, the luscious tits beneath her silk blouse and these erotic tales I was harder that a convict on Viagra in the electric chair.
“Crystal,” I began, “I think you’re so hot.”
“Do you, now?” she smiled easily. “I’m flattered.”
“I want to make love to you,” I blurted.
She stood over me. I felt weak as she looked down at me, regarding me with interest.
“How badly?” she finally asked.
“Real bad,” I practically pleaded.
A strange light came into her eyes, playful yet dark and almost sinister. “Beg,” she said.
“Please, Crystal. I really want to make love to you.”
“Mistress Crystal,” she hissed.
It was like all of the air got sucked out of my lungs. I looked into that fierce gaze. Those sparkling green eyes meant business. I hesitated.
She took on a cutting tone. “Say it right now or get the fuck out.”
“Please, Mistress Crystal, let me make love to you.” I shivered, not so much at the words I just said, but at the savage satisfaction on her face.
The sting of her palm turned my head; my cheek burned from the slap. “You will call me Mistress,” she ordered.
Every instinct told me to get up and leave. “Yes, Mistress,” I said.
She pointed at the carpet in front of her. “On your knees,” she ordered, “and kiss my feet.”
At five foot ten, she towered over me. “Are you prepared to do everything that I say?” she demanded as I kissed her toes.
She led me into her bedroom where a sturdy canopy bed was set with numerous eyebolts and chains. She had me strip and kneel on the floor while she strode over to a multimedia laptop PC and clicked on some goth rock. I looked up at her and was instantly slapped.
“Dare you look at me without permission?”
My gaze found the carpet in front of me. “No, Mistress.”
“Now you may look at me.” As I looked up she encircled my throat with what looked like a dog collar. “How badly do you want to fuck me?”
“Very much, Mistress,” I practically whimpered.
“We shall see how much.”
She went to a dresser and opened the top drawer, pulled out a lacy white bra and panties. She tossed them to the floor in front of me. “Put them on.”
“But, Mistress. . .” I began. My protest was cut off when she unceremoniously tugged down her velvet skirt, stepped out of it and picked it up. I was mesmerized by those shaved, pouty vaginal lips beneath her sheer panties. She slowly strolled over to a standing wardrobe to deposit the skirt. When I saw those perfect asscheeks grinding the thong of her lace G-string, I began pulling on her panties almost mechanically. To my horror, my dick was throbbing in the white satin of that French cut bikini by the time I had the bra on.
Crystal stood over me. “So you really want me?”
“Yes, Mistress. Oh, please, oh, please.”
She stepped out of her panties and turned around, her cheeks spreading with her legs. I felt a bit dizzy at the sight of her gorgeous asshole, darkly pink and puckered. I knew what she’d say next. And I wanted it. I wanted it worse than anything.
“You know what to do. . .slave.”
That word did it. My lips found that beautiful asshole, and I began kissing it like a long lost lover. My tongue ran up and down her anal cleft, swirled around her anus.
“Stick your tongue up inside my ass, slut,” Mistress Crystal commanded.
I start shoving my tongue in as far as I could, moaning into her ass. Then a loud computer tone issued over the music. She stepped away from me, ordered me to kneel in front of the desk where the laptop sat. She opened a window with a few mouseclicks. Only then, with horror, did I see the webcam mounted atop the monitor.
My horror was compounded when I saw Cindy’s evil smile in a webcam chat window. “I got it,” she said. “I’m going to burn a DVD, capture a few stills, then I’ll be over. Okay?”
“Okay, darling.” Crystal blew a kiss into the webcam, then turned back to me. “I hope you realize the position you’re in. If you don’t do what I say, not even the best publicist in the world will be able to save your reputation. Do you understand, slave?”
As her words sunk in, I nearly fainted. That girl Cindy, whom I’d so humiliated last month, was this woman’s lover. I had never felt so small or helpless in my entire life. Yet for some reason my hardon would not go away.
At Mistress Crystal’s direction I leaned forward, my knees spread wide, until my face nestled into the shag carpet. I heard the snap of a latex glove behind me.
“Since you’re going to be my little bitch slut, you need to start your training.”
I tensed as the slippery, gloved finger touched my asshole and began circling it.
“It’s going to hurt if you don’t relax, slut. Breathe deeply and don’t resist.”
Burning with humiliation I felt that wet, latexed finger slipped past my sphincter, suddenly shivering at how good it felt. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. She chuckled darkly as she slowly fingerfucked my asshole. She reached around underneath to encircle my throbbing manhood. I felt like I might shoot my load if she kept up both sensations. She dropped my cock.
“Just as I thought,” she said smugly, “you’re a slut at heart.”
Pulling her finger from my asshole, she led me to her marble-appointed bathroom where I used a razor to shave my already sparse hair: my legs, arms, torso and finally my face. As I jackknifed over the sink, she shaved my asshole, remarking how she wanted to fuck a nice, hairless orifice.
Next, I knelt at her vanity chair where she turned my face into a sluttier visage than I’d even seen on the most desperate teenaged groupie. My hardon had barely softened the entire time, but it sprang to full, engorged attention when I began to draw on the lacy, black lingerie she’d picked out for me: garter belt, fishnets, crotchless panties, a sheer bra and equally see-though babydoll.
I knelt there in front of her, done up to whorish perfection, seeing naked lust in her eyes as she looked down on me. I watched as she began massaging between her labia. Then she turned around and backed that gorgeous butt up to my face while she continued to play with her clit.
“Lick my asshole again, slave. I want to feel your tongue all around it, feel it go up inside me.”
I wanted to grab her waist and pull her ass more fully into my face, but she was already shoving her beautiful behind into my rouged lips. My cock was so hard as I listened to her moaning, fingering her clit while I deeply rimmed her asshole. The flavor of her was exquisite.
The doorbell interrupted her soft moans. Mistress Crystal stepped away from me, ordered me to kneel at the foot of the bed, facing out. After a few minutes she returned, talking softly with the new arrival. I immediately recognized Cindy’s voice, but I dared not lift my head to look.
“You may look, slave,” Mistress said.
I looked up and there was Cindy, standing next to Mistress Crystal and regarding me with dark glee. “Slave?” she asked Mistress, “You haven’t given her a new name yet?”
I shuddered, realizing they were robbing me of my gender as well as my dignity.
“I was saving that honor for you, hon,” Crystal said, kissing Cindy’s cheek. “It needs to be something a porn star might use. After all, we do have footage now.”
“Amber, Summer, Chelsea, Heather, Kandi. . .I think we should call her. . .Johnny. At least until she earns a female name.”
“Let’s get her started earning it.” Crystal strode over to the bed. “Come here, slave Johnny.”
She bent me over the foot of the bed, my spread ankles cuffed to the posts, my wrists bound by long chains to the headboard posts. I lay with my chest and stomach resting on a stack of leather pillows to raise my head and shoulders a foot off the bed.
I turned my head toward my image in the mirror on the wall: my makeup heavy with dark eyes, deep blush and slutty lips, and my shaved body encased in sexy lingerie. My legs were spread wide, my boner jutting out of the lacy crotchless panties and onto the pillow, my violated, slippery asshole exposed for her to use.
I felt the mattress shift with the weight of someone climbing on. I looked to the other side and there was Mistress Crystal, kneeling next to my head with a large strap-on dildo right in my face.
“It’s time to earn a girl’s name, Johnny Slut,” she said. “Give me a blowjob like you’ve made a thousand groupies give to you.”
At her direction I started by licking the lifelike, latex cock up and down, circling the bulbous head with my tongue, alternating my licks with deep kisses. I eagerly took the head between my lips, running my tongue around as I sucked the dildo farther into my mouth. She kept talking to me the whole time, telling me if I was a good little slut she’d get a real cock in here for me to suck. I shivered all over at the thought, overcome with lust.
“My, what an eager little slut you are,” Mistress remarked at my enthused blowjob. “I know a shemale domme who’d love to be loaned your ass for a night. Speaking of which. . .”
She abruptly pulled the latex cock from my willing mouth and dismounted the bed. When I felt her hands on my waist from behind, I knew what was coming next. I couldn’t help it: I wiggled my ass in anticipation.
“Oh, she really wants it,” Cindy remarked as she approached the bed.
I felt Mistress Crystal pull one of my asscheeks to the side. I felt the plastic tip of a bottle go into me, the cool sensation of something wet and slippery seep into my rectum. She withdrew the nozzle and guided the tip of dildo, still slick with my saliva, to my eager asshole. She hesitated.
“Oh, God, please fuck me, Mistress,” I begged.
“You really are a slut at heart, aren’t you?” Mistress sneered.
“Yes, yes, I am, Mistress,” I whimpered, “I’m your helpless little slut.”
“Goddamn right you are.”
She slowly pushed the dildo into me. I gasped but forced myself to breathe deeply and relax. I gave a slight cry of pain, in spite of myself. With a touch of compassion in her voice, Mistress instructed I bear down slightly like I was going to the bathroom. All of a sudden my sphincter opened and easily accepted Mistress’ cock. I groaned in ecstasy as she slid fully inside of me.
The waves of pleasure built as Mistress slowly fucked my ass, hot tears of erotic bliss running down my face as I stole another look in the mirror of my Mistress, my Goddess, fucking my slutty ass. I was as far in heaven as I thought I could be until Cindy got onto the bed.
I turn my head straightforward and there was Cindy wearing only a bra. She got on all fours and backed up until her ass was right in my face, that beautiful, crinkled asshole of hers just an inch from my lips. She said I knew what to do. I began to kiss and lick her ass, to stick my tongue up there while Mistress continued to fuck me. My cock had never been harder in my entire life.
Waves of dizziness built up in me as I drank in the taste of Cindy’s ass, felt Mistress’ cock plunging in and out of me, thought of what a slut they had turned me into. Crystal’s assault on my asshole caused my throbbing dick to rub against the leather pillows with each thrust, building up an orgasm that rivaled any that I ever had.
I cried out as it hit me, hot cum pumping out onto my belly and the pillow. In that moment I knew that I would I never want to go back to my old life. I was Her slave completely, and I wanted nothing more than to serve Her. After Crystal cut me loose She ordered me to lick my sperm off the leather pillow. Even that tasted delicious.
I write this now a month later as Kandi, Mistress Crystal’s collared slave. Though I still have the public persona of Johnny Studd, still continue my career with Mistress’ blessing, my life is so different. I now treat all women, even production assistants, with the utmost respect. I spend every moment I can in Her domain, dressed as Kandi and attending to Her every need. Since She is Mistress’ lover, I am also allowed to serve Cindy. I spend my nights chained at the foot of Mistress’ bed. And I am privileged to spoil them both, because they deserve it.
I am happier than I have ever been now that I’ve found my true place in life, at the feet of a strong woman and wearing Her collar. I am the luckiest slut in the world.
story by Mistress Crystal
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