Continues from 15. The Temple
There was a throne at the far end of the temple. It had been placed on a raised dais and was surrounded by flowers. While Silvie was letting Leandros drink from a bowl of water on the floor, Madame came over and told me to sit there.
I looked at the scene that surrounded me. The alter was directly in front of me and had been covered in a cloth of red and gold. A large square wooden frame was raised behind it and there were ropes and restraints attached to its four corners. A table to the right had been laid out with whips. A long red carpet led from my seat to the alter where Leandros, blindfolded and with his arms cuffed behind his back, was now kneeling.
Silvie dropped a whip in front of Leandros and said, “Find the whip. Pick it up with your mouth. Take it to your mistress who is in front of you. I will guide you with the cattle prod.”
Like a blind dog he found it and picked it up with his teeth. Silvie stood behind him and prodded him in my direction – he slowly approached me on his hands and knees. She prodded him again, this time on his cock, and he screamed out loud and dropped the whip.
Madame whipped his ass and back for a minute as punishment and he was made to count the blows. Then Silvie shocked him again and told him to find the whip and continue.
He arrived in front of me and I took the whip from his mouth. I leaned forward and whispered to him, “If you want to be mine you will be absolutely silent. Only nod if you understand and obey. When you are whipped, bear it in silence. You are very beautiful under the whip and the only sound I want to hear is the sound of it thrashing your naked flesh. No moaning or crying out, you understand?”
“Now turn around and present your ass to me for whipping.
He obeyed and I stood up and lashed his gorgeous ass as hard as I could.
God, I’d been wanting to do this all day and really made the most of it.
I stopped to catch my breath and said, “Now go and get the nipple clamps and a chain. I also want one of the prods.”
The procedure was repeated. Silvie dropped each item on the floor and he brought them to me on his knees.
Finally I had a prod. “Kneel in front of me. Sit up straight and prepare yourself to be shocked. Remember do not cry out or scream. Learn to control your reactions.”
I stroked him with the forked tip of the prod. Very slowly, I let it slide over his shoulders and chest. I lingered over each of his nipples gently stroking each one with it. He expected a shock there and tensed in anticipation. I resisted and gradually lowered it to his belly, “Are you ticklish?”
Then I removed it and, I couldn’t resist, I suddenly zapped his right nipple. He cried out in surprise – he could hardly help it – but Silvie gave him another shock from behind, “Mistress Amaia ordered you to be silent. Quiet!”
He was breathing very quickly now. I leisurely traced a zigzag pattern on his chest and then lowered the prod stopping just short of his cock. I ran it over each thigh and very slowly circled his cock and balls. I gently stroked his balls and then held it there…
He knew it was coming. But he did not know when. Each second that passed would be a torment of anticipation.
So I waited…
I gently jabbed at his balls. “Would you like a shock there? Now?”
He flinched and uttered an almost inaudible gasp.
“Did you say something?”
He stayed absolutely still, his body tense and hard. I moved it up from his balls and over the top of the long hard shaft of his cock. I pressed the end against the dripping tip.
“Or would you like it here?”
He was taking very short fast breaths and his head, like his cock, was raised up to me as if in supplication. He was on the edge. I could see he was at the point of begging for some kind of release. A shock would have been agony but at least it would have liberated him from this dreadful torment.
Oh, the agony of not knowing…
I held it there gently rubbing at the tip and now and again stabbed at it as if I were just about to shock him. He flinched every time.
“Subconscious reflexes are so hard to control, aren’t they?”
Behind him I could see Silvie with her fingers at her pussy. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Madame, however, was staring right at me. Silvie was obviously tuned on by the boy’s predicament but Madame seemed to have no interest in him whatsoever. It was me she was staring at. What I was doing seemed to fascinate her and, judging by that enigmatic smile, please her.
So Madame was turned on by my dominance now. Interesting.
I continued teasing him. “Oh where shall I shock you now? Hmmm?” His whole body tensed now. His muscles were tort, ready to react to the inevitable pain that would ignite from his cock and consume his entire body.
Oh how alive he must have been feeling. All his senses would have been on red alert, in a state of total awareness, concentrating entirely on the moment.
“You are not going to scream, are you? I want you to control yourself. Remember you must be worthy of me. Think of it not as your pain but my pleasure. Accept the pain as my pleasure and you will find release from it.”
He was gasping. Super fast shallow breaths. His whole body was a tight hard living statue of muscle and skin.
God how beautiful he was.
I lingered a few moments more…
I blasted his cock and he shrieked and fell to the floor.
God I was so aroused. My pussy was tingling and wet and I wanted to do it again…
I had never felt like this before. With other women I had definitely wanted to be the sub. I loved how Silvie and Madame had dominated, tormented and whipped me but with men I could only be dominant. I had to be the dominant one. No man would ever do to me what Silvie and Madame could do.
The best doms must have a secret sub hidden within them. Every good sadist must have a masochist within. Silvie had tormented him with the cattle prod but I knew how to tease him with it. That was because I was a sub and Silvie wasn’t. I had the empathy and understanding of the true submissive.
I looked over at Madame. She was still staring at me but I knew why she was smiling now.
I also knew where tonight was going. And I knew what I could do for Leandros. He was going to get the orgasm of his fucking life. And I wanted to have it with him.
“C’mon! Again! We are going to keep doing this until you can control yourself.”
Silvie gave him another shock but he was soon up. Kneeling with his back straight. His arms were cuffed behind his back and gave his shoulders a level squareness I loved.
“Spread your legs a little more. I want you to think of the stick as my pussy. I want you to move with it when I use it to caress you. It’ll lead you to all the pleasure you could possibly imagine. It only gives pleasure. It’s my pleasure and you must learn to feel and love that pleasure.”
Again I circled his balls and cock and laid it to rest at the tip of his long shaft of a cock. It presented itself to me erect and proud – longing for release.
I stroked it – he was dripping and I wondered whether that would give him more of a jolt or not.
I stroked him again and then removed it.
I jabbed him a couple of times and then stopped.
His body was once more hard and erect. He was trying to be defiant.
I was impressed.
Suddenly I jolted him. He cried out and leaned forward but then quickly straightened his back.
“We’ll keep going until you can take it as if it was just a scratch,” I laughed. “OK. Again. This time lean forward with your face down on the floor and present your ass.”
I stroked his back with the prod and then called Silvie over.
Two prods were more fun than one after all.
I made a sign to Silvie to just stroke him with it. No shocks. Just tease him. I slowly moved mine over his bare feet and up to his thighs. Silvie immediately saw where I was going and smiled at me.
I teased his ass with it and circled his hole. He knew what was coming now and tensed his entire body in anticipation. He shone with sweat and looked utterly beautiful.
I stopped at his hole and left the prod there. He tensed and stopped breathing….
a few more seconds….
The jolt shot him about three feet forward and he landed flat on his face. He was moaning and twisting his legs. Silvie burst out laughing.
“OK. That wasn’t very good was it? Come on. Up again! Let’s try another time.”
This time I made him kneel in an upright position. Silvie stroked his back and I moved my prod down his chest. At a sign to Silvie we both let off three or four consecutive jolts. He took them well – his body jerked in reflex but he emitted no cries and remained kneeling.
“OK good boy. You’re getting it. Let’s try it one more time and if you are good you can lick my pussy.”
Suzie and I played with him for a few minutes more moving the prods all over his body and occasionally giving him the odd shock. He gasped but remained erect, almost statuesque.
I put the nipple clamps on him and pulled him to my pussy. I held him there as Silvie whipped his ass for me. His tongue entered me and he tickled and sucked and I let myself sink into the hot waves of pleasure that washed through me. I caressed my nipples and knew I had to come very soon. I felt his firm muscular shoulders pressing against my thighs and I almost let myself go but I knew I needed to have his hard cock inside me…
I pushed him away.
Stay in control, girl…
Continues 17. The Temple (III)