Mistress Stephanie's World

A True Sadist

It took time to recover from the double trauma of Erica’s beating and Mistress Stephanie’s torture. I was sore for days after the party. Every part of me hurt, and my groin was so tender that any movement made my testicles and abdomen ache. Mistress Stephanie allowed me this time with few demands as a reward (I presumed) for having passed her “exam.” As an extra treat, she removed the training device from my crotch.

“I think you know by now that I won’t hesitate to punish you harshly,” she said.  “Just remember that any disobedience means it goes back on again.”

She also told me that toilet duties would be less frequent now that I’d been properly trained and tested. If she or either of the girls wished to use me for that purpose, however, I still must always be ready to serve as a receptacle with little or no notice. Once I could walk again, Mistress Stephanie began assigning me chores around the house. This was my first contact with Erica and Lucy since the day before the party. Erica behaved as if the beating she’d given me had never happened. I only saw Lucy in passing, and as always, avoided eye contact. One day I was working in the pantry when I heard Mistress Stephanie call from the other room.

“Hey dickhole—come in here!”

It always stung when she called me that. Her more generic insults didn’t bother me, but the unconventional “dickhole” made me feel one millimeter tall. I walked into the living room where Mistress Stephanie was sitting in her favorite armchair.

“You know what I realized today?” she asked, getting out of the chair. “You’ve been so busy with toilet training this past month that you haven’t even seen the best part of the house. Let’s go down to the basement now. I have a surprise for you.”

Mistress Stephanie looked back at me as I followed her, and smiled at my expression. “You look worried. Why do you always assume it’s something bad?”

We descended the stairway, our footsteps echoing on the steep wooden steps. I felt the dampness of the cellar and began smelling a faint mustiness by the time we were halfway down. Finally we reached the basement. Over Mistress Stephanie’s shoulder, I saw a room that I recognized immediately as a domme’s dungeon. It was much larger than Mistress Angela’s chamber and contained many more implements. I thought that no one else was in the cellar until I spotted Lucy and Erica. Then I saw another woman step into view.

She was slender, but considerably taller than Mistress Stephanie or the girls—probably close to six feet. Her straight brown hair reached nearly to her waist, and she had a smooth, fair complexion. What stood out most were her eyes. They were a deep, smoky brown. Once I saw them, I couldn’t break eye contact. Her clothing projected “dominatrix” more than anything Mistress Stephanie ever wore. She wore a leather skirt, halter top, tall suede boots, and long, shiny patent leather gloves. I realized that she must be Mistress Stephanie’s surprise. Indeed I had expected the surprise to be “something bad” before coming downstairs, but now I knew it. Lucy and Erica moved aside as the woman stepped forward,. She stopped a few feet from me, put her hands on her hips and slowly looked me up and down.

Mistress Stephanie was still standing behind me. “This is Mistress Maxine,” she said. “She was at the party the other night. Lucy and Erica are here to observe and help if she wants them to. I’m just going to sit things out and observe too. She is a marvel to watch.”

Maxine was still staring, apparently gauging me somehow. With her eyes upon me, I couldn’t move from the spot.

I heard Mistress Stephanie settle down in a chair. “Maxine? The floor is all yours.”

Maxine finally turned from me and picked up a switch. She ran her fingers over it almost absentmindedly and spoke for the first time. “Clothes off,” she murmered. That was what it sounded like anyway. I was still watching her finger the switch when suddenly she spun and was upon me. Maxine slapped my face so hard that I nearly blacked out. Just as quick and hard I got the back of her hand, then the front, then the back again. I tumbled to the floor on my butt.

“I said ‘clothes off’!” she shouted. “I don’t give the same order twice!” She brought the switch down across my neck, and it felt like a white-hot cable. I cried out and grabbed at my clothes, frantically trying to pull them off—even tear them off—as fast as possible. Her switch bit into me four more times by the time I was naked, and I felt welts already rising. I was now oblivious to the rest of the room. Maxine circled around me, making the switch sing through the air. With each swing, I flinched.

“I saw how gentle Stephanie was with you at the party”, she said to me. “She gave you an order and you said ‘no.’ Try that with me—I dare you to just try it. I will break you apart if you question me even once or refuse one order. Only if you make me happy is there a chance you’ll get out of this room in one piece.”

In two strides she was standing over me. “Get up.”

I struggled to my feet. My ears were still ringing from her slaps and the welts were still growing.

Maxine stepped right up in my face. I’d never encountered any woman that projected such power, and it withered me.

“We haven’t even started, darling, not even started,” she said. “You need to make me happy today, and you know how you can do that? There are only two ways—hurt and hurt worse. None of your actions will please me. Only your suffering will.”

Maxine punched me in the nose, and the blinding pain nearly toppled me over again. The smell of her leather glove lingered in my nostrils after the punch. I felt blood dribbling from my nostrils.

She smiled. I remembered Maxine’s face now. She was one of the dommes cheering Mistress Stephanie on when she tortured me with Level Ten at the party. She was one of the “true sadists” that loved the spectacle.

I’ll take your mind off that sore nose,” “Maxine said. “Assume the position.”

Confused, I looked back at her and received four more vicious slaps across the face. Only then did she explain.

“On your hands and knees. Have your knees far apart and your face against the floor.”

I dropped to the floor and tried to get in the position as ordered. In my peripheral vision I saw Lucy and Erica and remembered that they were watching. Had I not been terrified and hurting badly, I would have been mortified at having them see me punted around by a stranger.

Maxine nudged the side of my knee with her boot tip. “Knees further apart and ass in the air. You don’t want to keep me waiting. Good. Now when you were introduced to me, there was something you should have done and didn’t do. What was it?”

“I don’t know, Mistress Maxine.”

The switch sliced across my ass full force and I let out a high-pitched yelp. The burn was terrible.

“What…was…it?” She spoke through clenched teeth and I wanted badly to give the right answer. If only I knew it…

“I’m sorry, Mistress Maxine, I didn’t know.”

She switched my ass seven more times without holding back. My tears began to flow.

“Keep your position,” she ordered. “Don’t you dare let your body sag down. You will hold the position until I say to move, cause you know what? I’m still not the least bit angry, but moving might make me angry. I’ll tell you now what you should have known. When you come face to face with me, you kneel at my feet and kiss my boots.”

Maxine walked around my prone body and stood in front of me. “Do it right now.”

I kissed her boots over and over hoping to placate her. Finally she stepped back.

“Okay, now that you know what you should have done, I’m going to make sure you remember. Hold the position.”

Maxine walked back to my rear. “Now—what do you do when you come face to face with me?”

“I kneel at your feet and kiss your boo--”

Her boot smashed into my testicles. The agonizing, unexpected kick took the breath out of me, and I started to crumple. I managed to catch myself when I heard Maxine.

“Hold the fucking position!”

My body was shaking violently but will power driven by fear helped me get my body back in place. My knees were wide apart, my ass in the air, and my balls still fully vulnerable to Maxine’s whims.

“Not done till I tell you,” she said quietly. “Now—what do you kiss?”

“Your boo--” One of those very boots again slammed into my balls. I wailed, but somehow held the position.

“My what?”

“Your boo--” *thump*

“My what?”

“Your boo--” *thump*

“My WHAT??”

“Your boo--” *THUMP*

The last blow was a full swing kick, and when it landed, everything went black. I regained conciousness seconds later, but was folded in half with cramps and wished I could die on the spot. A deep groan rose from my belly.

Maxine laughed. “The only thing I love more than the sight of male suffering is the sound of it. I tortured insects when I was a little girl, and it was fun watching them writhe, but doing it to men is oh so much more satisfying.” She walked away to set the switch down and select a more substantial whip from the dungeon wall.

“I think you’ll remember my boots now,” said Maxine. “If you forget, well gosh—things might really get rough. I’m having a drink of water while you get yourself off the floor. Would you like one? Oops, there isn’t enough. Tough shit for you.”

From a stool next to Lucy and Erica, she picked up a glass of water and drank it down slowly while watching me.

“Could one of you refill the water pitcher, please?” she asked the girls. “Just get enough for me. He doesn’t want any.”

I had managed to get to my knees now, but was still trying to catch my breath. I flinched when Maxine walked toward me again.

“Do you prefer gut-wrenching pain or excruciating pain?” she asked me. “Oh, I forgot—men aren’t good at making choices. I’ll just give you both.”

She ran forward and kicked me hard in the ribs, knocking me over again.

“Get up! Get the fuck up!”

There was no pleasing Maxine, but again I struggled to my knees. I tried to will myself to stand, but my ribs and groin wouldn’t allow it. Now Maxine began swinging the larger whip. She used it as masterfully as the switch, building momentum in the air and then cracking it down across my body. I screamed as she lashed my back, chest, belly, arms and ass. No matter which way I turned, the whip got me. When I drew my arms in for protection, she whipped my thighs and sides. I didn’t know whether the whip was breaking skin, but it felt that way. It hurt much more than the switch.

“You won’t be able to sit down, lie down, bend over or stand up by the time I’m done with you,” said Maxine. “You’ll only be able to hurt, but that you will do very well.”

She turned to the girls again. “Lucy, have you ever used one of these?”

“Not one that big,” said Lucy, speaking for the first time that day.

“Here, give it a try,” Maxine said.

She jabbed her index finger in my chest. “Assume the position.”

At least I knew what she meant this time. I got back on my hands and knees and presented my ass to the women.

Maxine handed the whip to Lucy. “It will take a little practice, but you’ll be good at it. I know you like these things.”

They both laughed and Lucy began swinging. Her first efforts didn’t hurt much, but as Maxine had predicted, she learned the technique quickly. Soon the whip was singing in the air, and I knew it would crack down on my ass with authority. While Lucy practiced, Maxine had Erica assist her with setting up a vertical steel bondage frame. They finished anchoring it in place next to me around the time Lucy hit stroke number twenty-five.

“Very good, Lucy. I can tell you’d like to continue, but I’ll take over now. You’re really starting to work up a sweat, aren’t you? I am too, and I love it. That’s why I wear gloves for such occasions.”

Maxine pulled off  the long leather glove from her right hand. “See, these gloves don’t breathe, so the sweat collects. It all drips down my arm so when I take the glove off, all that sweat falls into the finger holes.”

She lifted the base of my glove to my mouth. “The best thing about it is watching a thirsty slave drink that sweat. Do it now, cause you’re not getting any water unless it goes through me first. This is all the sweat that I worked up beating your sorry ass, and you’ll swallow every drop of it. Isn’t that some beautiful poetic justice?”

She poured the sweat into my mouth and I swallowed as instructed. It was hot and very salty.

“Now Lucy’s sweat,” Maxine said.

I didn’t understand. I looked at Lucy but she had no gloves on.

Maxine slapped my face hard. “Her pits, dimwit!” Lick the sweat off Lucy’s armpits.”

I had never licked a woman’s armpits before, but Lucy lifted her arms high and smiled smugly at me. Maxine’s experienced imagination was a more sophisticated version of Lucy’s own creative cruelty. I licked the full area of Lucy’s right armpit, and tasted the heavy muskiness of her sweat gland. It was a taste that lingered. The fine stubble under her arm was rough on my tongue, but not unpleasant.

“Suck it too,” Maxine said. “Make sure you get everything from one before going to the other.”

Following instructions, I didn’t rush and made sure Lucy’s armpits were sweat-free before stopping. When I’d finished, Maxine brought me over to the bondage frame.

“I need you to stay in one position, so you’re going into the frame now.. Raise your arms up and spread your legs.”

I did as she said, and remained still as Lucy and Erica assisted Maxine in fastening the cuffs around my hands and ankles and pulling the wire connectors tight. In a short time, I had my arms secured above my head and each foot pulled far to the side to keep my legs spread. The only area I could now move flexibly was my midsection.

“That’s better,” said Maxine. “No more rolling and twisting and trying to hide. You weren’t able to hide from me before and now you can’t even try. There is one more thing you can do, though.”

She paused and traced her now-bare finger softly over my cheek. “Suffer more,” she whispered.

Maxine turned to address the girls. “I need the right pair of panties, and I’m not sure mine will do. How about yours? Show me what you’ve got on—if you’re wearing any.”

The women all laughed. Lucy and Erica pulled up their skirts to show her, and Maxine chose.

“A soft, sexy thong with nice little beads on it,” she said, turning back to me. “Pink and shiny too…perfect. Erica’s panties will do.”

Erica looked embarrassed. She walked to a corner to remove her panties and brought them back to Maxine.

Maxine dangled the thong in front of my face. “Sniff them. They’re nice and moist. I wasn’t sure Erica was enjoying herself, but now I’m pretty sure she’s turned on by watching you hurt.”

She pressed the panties up against my nose so I was directly inhaling the scent. I felt an intense mix of emotions—sexual arousal, fear, and embarrassment--for both myself and Erica. Maxine was right. The panties were very moist.

“I didn’t borrow these for you sniff, though,” Maxine said, taking the panties away. “Here’s why I took them.”

Maxine’s hands went down to my crotch and began binding the panties around my scrotum. She wound them around tightly several times and then  tied a knot.

“Are you getting the idea?” Maxine asked. Slowly and powerfully she drew the knot very tight and I gasped.

“That thong will work like a tourniquet,”Maxine told me. “This is another one of the sweet ironies I love so much. Delicate little feminine panties soaked in pussy juice are choking your balls and they won’t let up unless I want them to. Think about it—sugar and spice and everything nice is cutting off the bloodflow to your testicles. Something lovely and female is strangling the life out of your manhood. It works even better because of the kicking I gave them a while ago. They’re all swollen, and the blood is rushing down to rescue them but it can’t reach its destination. Sugar and spice won’t let it.”

Maxine laughed heartily at the irony she had devised. “You know what happens when the circulation is cut off? Your balls will get red, then blue, then purple, and then….”

By this time, I had come to believe that Maxine was capable of anything. This woman loved inflicting pain, and if Mistress Stephanie didn’t object, I had no reason to think I wouldn’t be castrated by this slow, torturous method. Within the panties’ knot, my testicles throbbed, and I began to whimper with fear.

“Lucy, looks like I’ll be needing yours too,” Maxine said. Lucy stripped off her panties and handed them to Maxine, who stuffed them in my mouth to muffle the noise. Lucy’s panties, not surprisingly, were even wetter than Erica’s. As her taste and scent filled my mouth and sinuses, I was ever more confused emotionally. Lucy’s vaginal fluids stimulated my taste buds, conjuring erotic images while Erica’s underwear continued to agonize my genitals with its tight squeeze.

Maxine lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and blew the smoke in my face. “You can suffer more than that for me, can’t you?” she said. “You’re not doing it just for me. It’s for all women.”

She pressed the cigarette’s burning end against my chest, searing my left nipple and adding one more layer of pain to my body. She was careful not to press too hard lest the cigarette be extinguished. Used with a skilled touch, it continued burning into the tender pink flesh so densely-packed with nerve endings. I felt like screaming, but couldn’t. Lucy’s panties still filled my mouth, and I couldn’t remove them or spit them out.

Maxine continued tutoring the girls. “A cigarette can be a very useful instrument of pain. I can use it like I just did, on the nipple, or on the navel, or go lower…”

She now brought the cigarette level with my penis. “I don’t even bother with the shaft, because it isn’t very sensitive to surface stimulation. But if I focus on the glans…or the corona…or the frenulum…”

As she said the name of each area, she burned it hard with the cigarette tip, making sure to damage tissue each time. I tried to squirm away, but having no range of movement now, couldn’t elude her touch. Tears were rolling down my cheeks.

“Last but not least,” said Maxine, as she walked around behind me, “…the anus.” She pulled open my ass cheeks and shoved the cigarette inside. For about ten horrible seconds, the embers scorched the inside of my asshole before lack of air extinguished them.

Coming around back in front of me, Maxine got back in my face, this time so close that her nose pressed into mine. This too was very painful because of the nose-punch earlier. She was playing the full range of my pain like a symphony conductor. And those terrifying, smoky-brown eyes were an inch from mine now. I could see, hear and smell nothing but pure Maxine.

What I could taste and feel was another matter, since my mouth was still filled with essence of Lucy and my balls still choked tightly by Erica’s “sugar and spice.”

“Should I let them go?” Maxine rasped in my face. “Should I free your balls and let them live or should I go upstairs with the girls and leave you down here for a while? We could all watch a movie up there and laugh while poor baby’s testes die in the basement. Then you could join us, cause you’ll be one of the girls!”

When she laughed, Lucy and Mistress Stephanie joined in. But this time there was a third voice. Though in the grip of terrible pain, I still was surprised that Erica also laughed—this time without her usual reticence.

“Just ask me to untie them and I will,” Maxine said. “All you need to do is just speak up.”

I tried to speak, but my words were muffled by Lucy’s panties and unintelligible.

“Huh?” Maxine said, feigning confusion. If you can’t speak up and tell me what you want, you can’t expect me to help you, can you? Just say the words.”

I tried again, but now she just drowned out my muffled sounds with contemptuous laughter. Maxine leaned into my face and bit down on my lip hard, drawing blood immediately. She bit the lip again, opening a second wound, and sucked hard on it. Then she grinned, showing blood-stained teeth, and spit full-force in my face, spraying it with my own blood. Taking a step back for room, she slapped my face, putting the strength of her whole arm and shoulder into it. Maxine paused for just a moment to savor my expression, and then slapped me repeatedly, forehand and backhand, as she had at the start of our encounter. Things were startting to go dark, but as always, Maxine knew intuitively just when to draw back again. An unconscious man was not a suffering one.

She reached down and loosened the knot of fabric around my balls. Despite the knot’s tightness, she undid it with minimal effort. As the blood flowed back into my genitals, a new, different kind of agony ensued. Maxine next stuck her fingers in my mouth and pulled out Lucy’s panties.

“Undo the restraints,” Maxine told the girls. They let my arms and legs free and I crumpled to the floor. Maxine pulled off her other glove, and then removed her boots. It seemed playtime was just about over.

“Crawl over here,” she said to me. “Get over here and lick my feet top and bottom. Show your gratitude for my attentions today.”

I was desperately happy to have the panty tourniquet off and be free from the suspension frame. I licked Maxine’s sweaty feet top and bottom as well as I could, wanting to please her. Even more than before, my emotions were an utter tangle. I should have hated all of these women, but felt a soaring adoration for all of them, at the same time hating myself for feeling it. Added to all of this was another strange sensation—strange because I hadn’t felt a hint of it for many weeks.

Lucy burst out laughing. “Look, he’s getting a hard-on! I guess Angela didn’t totally kill it like we thought.”

“That, my dear, is a tribute,” explained Maxine. “It is a tribute, a salute, and a surrender all in one. He doesn’t even know why he’s hard, but the part of his psyche that runs his penis is paying homage to all of womanhood. He’s hard because he knows it is an honor to suffer for us. Today, he met the spirit of the Almighty Vagina, and the Almighty Vagina always wins in the end. Always.”

“Exactly,” agreed Mistress Stephanie, breaking her silence.

“Would anyone like to respond to his tribute?” Maxine asked.

A long pause followed, and finally Erica stepped forward. She looked at my face for a few seconds, revealing nothing in her expression. Then she bent over and spit on my erection. The glob landed right on the head of my penis and dribbled down to envelop it.

If any of the others had done this, I would have expected it. But this was Erica. Erica! Her spittle vanquished my erection the way Mistress Angela’s had all those weeks before. It bowed, then sank, then shriveled.

Mistress Stephanie, Maxine, Lucy, and Erica headed to the stairs and left the basement. I remained there, still naked and still in tremendous pain from Maxine’s treatment. Just as she had predicted, everything hurt. I was a mass of bruises, welts, cuts, and burns. It would be a while before I could even stand. Yet it was the heartache that hurt the most.

From the top of the stairs, Mistress Stephanie called down to me. “Drag yourself up here when you’re able. That will be all today…unless Maxine wants to see you again.”

She laughed, switched the light off, and shut the door. AgainI was alone.