Mistress Bella's Slave

The floorboards creaked under her 6” heels. I knew her green eyes were scanning my taut limbs and swollen belly, sizing me up even though the blindfold kept me in the dark. She circled me like a hawk and her gloved fingers brushed my skin. 

The first time, they trailed below my tethered and aching balls. The second time, the cold leather fingers wrapped around my ankles before vanishing. The third time was down my ass crevice before two fingers penetrated my ass.

I screamed but all that came out was a muffled groan around the ball gag. I already fucked up. Mistress Bella Maine liked silence not loud, sloppy slaves. If I didn’t clean up my act, she was going to do far worse than finger-fuck my ass. 

I was her personal slave, bound by rope from the ceiling. The rope was rough and knotted into suspension-activated handcuffs around my raw wrists. 

My feet were shackled to the ground about 5’apart. I couldn’t do anything to escape her cruel fingers and their harsh smacks deep into my gaping ass. Not that I would. It was all as discussed. 

I remembered the interview. How we laughed at each other’s jokes and how she would sometimes slip from her professional persona. Especially when I divulged my safe word of choice. 

Now, that version of her was gone behind stormy weather. She was the panther and I was her worthless man meat on display. I would either please her and she would agree to another session or I would disappoint her and have to grovel for months before she would see me again. 

“Do it, slave. Let out more pitiful moans. I fucking dare you.” She was seething. 

Her voice might as well have been branding my skin because my chest was seizing and burning from the shame. 

I choked the whimpers that threatened to slip out around the gag. I wanted to please her. My throat clenched from the effort and I was grateful for the blindfold because my eyes welled with tears. 

My cock felt like it was being squeezed into a soda bottle because the elastic band doubled down at the base and her fingers were knuckled deep in my ass. 

I swallowed more yelps as she jabbed again and again. The squelching of it filled my ears. 

I wanted to shut my ass and keep it from making such humiliating noises. It was like sneakers skipping along linoleum on a rainy day.

“You are certainly smelling up the place, you filthy pig,” she growled. 

I clenched my ass around her fingers and she plugged me up faster. “Oh, you want more, do you? Slaves are so greedy nowadays.”

My neglected cock jerked up again and again as her knuckles dug into the edge of my anus. My balls were heavy and strained behind the elastic band, jiggling and quivering at my ass was assaulted.

“Oh, your balls are crammed with cum. You really do want more. Well, Mistress Bella Maine can help you with that.”

Excitement slithered along my spine as her fingers yanked out of my ass and her heels clicked and creaked away. The floor squealed under her heels again, but it wasn’t enough to prepare me for what happened next. 

My cock was smacked and scraped by what felt like claws. The gloves were off. Her nailed tickled me at the base and pinched my head like a chicken nugget between two fingers.

They vanished and before I could think about what was coming next, her claws were digging into my ass cheeks and ripping them further apart as something slimy entered me. 

It was relentless and huge, stretching my abused ass out until I was gurgling on my own spit at the force of it. I felt like I was on a production line, just another product getting stuffed to the brim as my belly rolled and my ass shook. 

“Aren’t you going to say something, slave? Your safeword, perhaps?” She taunted me. I shook my head. She chuckled and fucked me deeper. “Good, I deserve to get more out of my worthless slave.”

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Every part of my pelvis was on fire as she shoved into me. I bit down on the gag as my flesh peeled back around her enormous synthetic cock. 

It was smooth but my ass was a convulsing mess that folded underneath it. The shackles shuddered and clanked as I was used and crammed full.

“Very good, ingrate.” It was the first compliment she’d ever given me. I cherished it and it almost distracted me from the pain of her entry for the next few thrusts. She withdrew her cock and I tightened every muscle, trying my best not to sag or lose my form. 

I wanted to look appetizing and ready for whatever she wanted to do to me. She jammed something small and round into my ass like a doorknob to her secret chambers. 

I took it without complaint and something clattered to the floor. That’s when the blindfold was ripped from my eyes and I squinted into her petite pussy as she unlatched my gag and tossed it away.

That’s when she smacked her plush pussy lips against my chin and deposited her knitted clit onto my bottom lip.  

She was wearing a tiny leather skirt that shadowed me like an umbrella. She wore rose-patterned fishnet tights with an open crotch and there were little bows around the matching open-crotch panties that flitted around the edges of her sweet cunt. 

“I thought you should be able to see this,” she said, in her velvety ‘don’t I do you right’ tone. I slurped and flicked my gratitude, melting into her sweltering flesh. 

Her pussy sweat and juices were all I could smell and taste, hydrating me and egging me on. I gulped down my fill of her, treating every millimeter of her pussy like fine china. 

She detached from me and ran a nail along my lips before vanishing around the side of me.

“Ok slave, this is what you’ve really trained for,” she said and every part of me tensed, waiting for a command. Something cold touched the tip of my dick.

“Cum, you slut,” she barked as her fingers laced around my cock’s swollen head and squeezed. I close my eyes and concentrated on a manufactured image of her naked and soaked in my cum after hours of penetration.

My balls contracted as the cum dripped and squeezed from my tortured cock. The elastic band felt like it was going to castrate me as the cum expanded my dick size by another inch or so. 

I heard my load splash into something metal and heard Mistress Bella Maine laugh as more gushed out. 

My cock deflated when the load was finished and Mistress Bella Maine circled back into view with a cup.

“Now, for the real test,” she said, sipping from it. 

I waited, hopeful that she would be satiated but instead her face clenched with disgust and she whipped the cup toward me so that the steamy load that she’d collected from my cock splattered all over my face. 

“Too fucking sweet slave,” she said. “Absolutely repugnant.” 

My cock shriveled at the admonishment. There was no way I was going to see her again. My heart sank and I almost went slack against my restraints when she continued just in time.

“But that can be dealt with,” she said, spitting out the words. “With a proper diet, you will be tasting the wait I’d like in a week or two.”

I tried not to cry with happiness at her words. My cock even perked up as she vanished from sight and returned with a long whip dragging behind her as she walked back toward me...