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Fair Warning: This story includes BDSM, femdom, male submission, pain, sexual scenarios, and other similar things that I am quite fond of writing about. If you like that, go for it. If you don't, I'd suggest you meander to a different corner of the internet. All characters are of age, that I can assure you.

Happy reading!
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The door to the cage shut with a shuddering clang of metal on metal. The man inside wasn't young, but he wasn't old by any stretch of imagination. He was, however, stark naked, cuffed and chained and forced on all fours. A muzzle covered his face, and a hard steel sheath encased his throbbing erection. He looked up to his mistress-for-hire, waiting for her permission to lay down.

Mina stood and looked down at the pathetic, black haired slave with a mixture of cold indifference and aroused passion. She'd keep him right where he was for an hour, let that cage that was almost too small make him cramped and want some space. Then and only then would she take him out for the next phase of his session; after all, he paid good money to be stripped, beaten, and humiliated. With the check already cleared long before, Mina was only too happy to oblige.

She had the widest clientele base imaginable. For instance, she had a well-known prosecutor chained, naked, and caged before her and the keys to his dick in her hand. She'd whipped the judge, spanked the mayor, bound and gagged the CEOs of several major corporations… Male or female, so long as they could meet her price, she gave them almost anything that they wanted.

Once her slave's hour was up, she opened the cage door and reached in, clasping a chain leash to his collar and pulling him out. The man's hands were encased in mitts, his feet in boots.

"Come," she ordered, her slender legs walking and leading her slave up to a spanking bench. The slave needed no instructions; he climbed up and awaited his Mistress' actions.

The blonde bombshell had everything prepped and ready. Her slave whimpered and gasped pathetically behind his muzzle as a cold metal butt plug slid into his tight sphincter and filled him fully and completely. His swollen cock was sore and throbbing with his desire to cum, and they'd barely begun. He watched as Mina moved to his front and removed his gag, caressing his chin and lifting his green eyes to hers.

"Stay quiet," she whispered with bright red lips. "Slaves should be seen, not heard." He bowed his head in submission, and Mina walked around behind him, grabbing a drilled paddle that hung on the side of the bench. She pulled back and slapped the firm hardwood across his ass, pushing the butt plug in just a little deeper. He stiffened and bit his lower lip, desperate not to make a sound. Each successive slap was just as painful, if not more so. By the time Mina had reached ten, there were tears streaming down his face.

But he hadn't made a sound yet.

"You're doing better than last week," Mina purred, putting the paddle away and taking a flogger that hung right next to it. She trailed the medium-sized tails up and down her slave's ass, pressing up firmly against his scrotum and trapped shaft. He winced at the pressure, his elbows and knees buckling the harder she pressed. Pulses of pain and pleasure lit his nerves up like fireworks across a black night sky, and his cock twitched in its metal prison.

He whimpered.

He didn't have the chance to stop the cry of pain before it left his lips in response to the slap of the flogger against his sore ass. He clenched his fists, only to get slapped even harder.

"Don't clench; slaves don't fight back. Take it like the little bitch you are, you filthy slut. You want to be on top, go home to your wife," Mina growled.

He relaxed by sheer force of will, only to jump again when she flogged him again. Each strike painted a new shade of pink on his pale skin until everything between his knees and his neck was glowing a vicious red.

He forced himself to stay still as she applied viciously modified clothespins around his sensitive areas. Two lines inside each thigh and arm, ten on his exposed balls, five on each nipple, three lines on his sides, and four on each ear and his tongue. He knew how she'd take them off, too; the string threaded through each line was evidence enough.

Each line zipped off of him brought him closer to screaming in agony. By the time she was up to his ears, he couldn't take it anymore. He screamed in pain as the remaining lines were removed, which earned him another spanking, this time with a flyswatter.

At the end of his session, she released his chains and allowed him to stand. There was a catch, however.

"You agreed I could punish you past the hour should you have screamed," Mina said as he stood there expectantly, waiting for her to take off the last piece of metal that marked his slave status to her. "And you screamed; therefore, you're not getting that off," she pointed to the chastity sleeve squeezing his erection, "until your next session is over."

The man blanched. "But my wife is coming back into town tomorrow!" he stammered, reaching for his clothes as Mina tapped the side of her leg with her crop threateningly.

"I guess you should have been more specific, then, if you knew you were going to scream, slut," Mina smirked, palming the keys. They both knew the sleeve was a tight fit when he was flaccid; right now, it felt two sizes too small, and like it or not, it wasn't coming off.

"Now, slave, leave… don't want to miss your wife's flight in now, do you?" Mina asked. "Until next time," she purred, turning her back to him as her maids escorted the lustful prosecutor out of the house and into the front yard, clothes still in hand and throbbing cock trapped until next week.

Description
Fair Warning: This story includes BDSM, femdom, male submission, pain, sexual scenarios, and other similar things that I am quite fond of writing about. If you like that, go for it. If you don't, I'd suggest you meander to a different corner of the internet. All characters are of age, that I can assure you.

Happy reading!
------------------------------------------------------------

The door to the cage shut with a shuddering clang of metal on metal. The man inside wasn't young, but he wasn't old by any stretch of imagination. He was, however, stark naked, cuffed and chained and forced on all fours. A muzzle covered his face, and a hard steel sheath encased his throbbing erection. He looked up to his mistress-for-hire, waiting for her permission to lay down.

Mina stood and looked down at the pathetic, black haired slave with a mixture of cold indifference and aroused passion. She'd keep him right where he was for an hour, let that cage that was almost too small make him cramped and want some space. Then and only then would she take him out for the next phase of his session; after all, he paid good money to be stripped, beaten, and humiliated. With the check already cleared long before, Mina was only too happy to oblige.

She had the widest clientele base imaginable. For instance, she had a well-known prosecutor chained, naked, and caged before her and the keys to his dick in her hand. She'd whipped the judge, spanked the mayor, bound and gagged the CEOs of several major corporations… Male or female, so long as they could meet her price, she gave them almost anything that they wanted.

Once her slave's hour was up, she opened the cage door and reached in, clasping a chain leash to his collar and pulling him out. The man's hands were encased in mitts, his feet in boots.

"Come," she ordered, her slender legs walking and leading her slave up to a spanking bench. The slave needed no instructions; he climbed up and awaited his Mistress' actions.

The blonde bombshell had everything prepped and ready. Her slave whimpered and gasped pathetically behind his muzzle as a cold metal butt plug slid into his tight sphincter and filled him fully and completely. His swollen cock was sore and throbbing with his desire to cum, and they'd barely begun. He watched as Mina moved to his front and removed his gag, caressing his chin and lifting his green eyes to hers.

"Stay quiet," she whispered with bright red lips. "Slaves should be seen, not heard." He bowed his head in submission, and Mina walked around behind him, grabbing a drilled paddle that hung on the side of the bench. She pulled back and slapped the firm hardwood across his ass, pushing the butt plug in just a little deeper. He stiffened and bit his lower lip, desperate not to make a sound. Each successive slap was just as painful, if not more so. By the time Mina had reached ten, there were tears streaming down his face.

But he hadn't made a sound yet.

"You're doing better than last week," Mina purred, putting the paddle away and taking a flogger that hung right next to it. She trailed the medium-sized tails up and down her slave's ass, pressing up firmly against his scrotum and trapped shaft. He winced at the pressure, his elbows and knees buckling the harder she pressed. Pulses of pain and pleasure lit his nerves up like fireworks across a black night sky, and his cock twitched in its metal prison.

He whimpered.

He didn't have the chance to stop the cry of pain before it left his lips in response to the slap of the flogger against his sore ass. He clenched his fists, only to get slapped even harder.

"Don't clench; slaves don't fight back. Take it like the little bitch you are, you filthy slut. You want to be on top, go home to your wife," Mina growled.

He relaxed by sheer force of will, only to jump again when she flogged him again. Each strike painted a new shade of pink on his pale skin until everything between his knees and his neck was glowing a vicious red.

He forced himself to stay still as she applied viciously modified clothespins around his sensitive areas. Two lines inside each thigh and arm, ten on his exposed balls, five on each nipple, three lines on his sides, and four on each ear and his tongue. He knew how she'd take them off, too; the string threaded through each line was evidence enough.

Each line zipped off of him brought him closer to screaming in agony. By the time she was up to his ears, he couldn't take it anymore. He screamed in pain as the remaining lines were removed, which earned him another spanking, this time with a flyswatter.

At the end of his session, she released his chains and allowed him to stand. There was a catch, however.

"You agreed I could punish you past the hour should you have screamed," Mina said as he stood there expectantly, waiting for her to take off the last piece of metal that marked his slave status to her. "And you screamed; therefore, you're not getting that off," she pointed to the chastity sleeve squeezing his erection, "until your next session is over."

The man blanched. "But my wife is coming back into town tomorrow!" he stammered, reaching for his clothes as Mina tapped the side of her leg with her crop threateningly.

"I guess you should have been more specific, then, if you knew you were going to scream, slut," Mina smirked, palming the keys. They both knew the sleeve was a tight fit when he was flaccid; right now, it felt two sizes too small, and like it or not, it wasn't coming off.

"Now, slave, leave… don't want to miss your wife's flight in now, do you?" Mina asked. "Until next time," she purred, turning her back to him as her maids escorted the lustful prosecutor out of the house and into the front yard, clothes still in hand and throbbing cock trapped until next week.