Call Me Mistress

by Ann Onominos

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Storycodes: F/f; F+/m; D/s; switch; leather; latex; naked; bond; cuffs; gag; slave; foot; cbt; nipple; torment; susp; bdsm; crop; x-cross; breathplay; strapon; insert; oral; anal; lesbian; climax; revenge; cons; XX

story continued from chapter ten

Chapter 11: This could be fun!!!

Update 5 from my prison

“So, you want to participate in a domination session with Jules and me, is that correct?” I asked.

“Yes, I would,” Master replied.

“Very well then, but first you must learn my name. Call me Mistress,” I ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.

“Good, let’s get started then,” I said. “Jules! Jules get in here. I have a surprise for you,” I hollered.

I told Master to get naked and hide in the adjoining room before Jules got here. When Jules arrived, I instructed her to get naked. I removed all of my clothing except for my boots. I kissed her passionately for several minutes, fondling her tits, sneaking a peek at Master now and then. I wondered if he was enjoying the show. I also wondered if he was jerking off! Eventually I reached down to her crotch and felt to see if she was ready. Oh yeah, she was ready all right. She was already dripping on the floor!

I ordered Jules to put her arms behind her back and I immediately started to bind her elbows together. I pulled them together very tightly, tighter than I ever had before. Once her elbows were tightly cinched, I bound her wrists in the same manner, cinching them tightly. I then pushed her to her knees and grabbed her head, pulling it to my waiting pussy. As she licked me passionately, I waited a few minutes, enjoying the moment. Then I glanced toward the door where Master was hiding and, with a quick nod of my head, signaled for him to join in. I backed away from Jules and Master stepped into my place. Jules was now sucking Master’s cock as passionately as she was licking my pussy.

While those two were busy, I donned my 22 cm long strap-on. Before Master could orgasm, I not so gently pulled him aside and leaned him over the padded horse with his ass in the air. I instructed her to get in front of Master and make him lick her pussy for a while. I walked behind Jules and quickly untied her. I then lubed up my strap-on and got behind Master. I waited for Jules to cum, and then, without saying a word, I inserted my dildo into his anus.

“Jules! Hold his arms down!” I shouted. I kicked his legs apart with my boot and stood between them and then fucked him hard. I thought of all the times he had fucked me and I really gave it to him. He was screaming “NO” but that didn’t stop me. I fucked him like that for about five minutes. Then, I told him to put his hands behind his back and leave them there until I said otherwise. I pulled him up from the horse and pushed him to his knees. Grabbing a handful of hair, I pulled his head to my pussy. I didn’t have to tell him what to do. I nodded to Jules and pointed to a riding crop on the wall. She instinctively knew to start whipping Master’s ass, ordering him to keep his hands out of her way. I smiled to myself, I never saw Jules act this way! He licked my pussy like a man possessed. I came within minutes, exploding my juices into Master’s waiting mouth. After cumming, I stood Master up and grabbed his cock and stroked it rapidly until he spurted his cum all over the floor.

The entire scene only lasted a half an hour and all three of us were sweating buckets. Master thanked both of us saying that was the best time he had had in years. Jules and I burst out laughing. Our sessions usually last between 4 and 6 hours. We both thought the same thing. I thought, “This was nothing.” Master then got a bottle of wine and we all drank several glasses.

Jules said she wanted to go take a shower. After she was gone, Master spoke. “Jules is very fortunate to have a strict yet loving Mistress such as you,” he said to me.

“Sir, I will take that as a compliment,” I replied. “You know, Sir, you too could have a strict but loving Mistress, such as me,” I continued.

“What do you mean Anna?” he asked.

“All you have to do is call me Mistress,” I replied with a wicked little smile.

Master looked into my eyes for less than a second, smiled, and walked away. I knew that I had just planted a seed in his mind for him to think about.

The next day Master approached me and said that he wanted to talk to me about our conversation yesterday. He explained that while he desperately wanted to be dominated by me, he still wanted me as his slave. I told him that if he really wanted to be dominated, he had to agree to submit to me 100%, including severe and restrictive bondage. I didn’t know how he could have it both ways and we both agreed it was a problem and that we both would think about it.

A few days later Master told me he had an idea for how he could have it “both ways”. This was his plan:

Our scene would take place in the playroom. There are plenty of toys there to use. The playroom has only one entrance door. This door would be locked from the inside using a large padlock with a combination lock. He had come up with a device that shielded the lock from access by anything except a hand which would be used to open the lock. This way the lock could not be forced open or broken even with a hammer or pry bar. The ONLY way to open the door would be by opening the combination lock, and only he would know the combination. This way, I could do whatever I chose to him and we would both be locked in the room until he opened the lock. I told him that I would think about it.

Well, I did think about it. I thought about it long and hard. I thought about the possible retribution I might suffer if I went too far in tormenting him. After all, that’s how I ended up his slave, retribution from Richard after I did what he had begged for.

I thought about how I could protect myself and the only way I know how is to demand a list of hard limits from Master and his solemn promise not to punish me for giving him what He asked for. I then asked him what would happen if I chose not to dominate him. He thought for second, then said if I chose not to dominate Him, I would not be permitted to dominate Jules anymore and that He might sell her. Now I was really stuck. After thinking about it for a few minutes, I agreed to his terms. The only other thing I requested was permission to purchase some more toys, toys he would know nothing about until we “played”. He quickly agreed to this and told me to order whatever I needed.

I had insisted on a written list of hard limits as well a list of desired activities or “turn-ons” and “turn-offs. I thought this would help Master get what he wanted, which would in turn benefit me in the long run.

This is the list Master gave me:


  1. Moderate to severe pain
  2. Fetish clothing, especially leather, boots, stockings and latex
  3. Humiliation, especially from multiple women, being reminded that a women is in total control of me
  4. Orgasm Denial and forced orgasms
  5. Tight bondage in unusual positions, such as reverse prayer or excessive usage of rope
  6. Suspense
  7. Sensory deprivation
  8. Forced feminization
  9. Following orders, for example scrubbing floors with a toothbrush or raking the garden with a toy rake
  10. Being tormented and threatened with harsher punishment
  11. Dungeons, cages, and medieval restraints such as stocks

Hard Limits

  1. No Scat
  2. No excessive blood or needles
  3. No excessive body piercing
  4. No large tattoos
  5. No baby games or children of any kind

It seemed as though Master’s turn-ons were similar to mine I thought I might as well give this domination thing that He wanted a try. Besides, I did not want to disrupt the affair I had going with Jules. I thought about all the torturous things He put me through, He might as well get a taste of what it is like.

Chapter 12

Jules and I were already in the playroom, ready for a new experience (new for Jules at least) when Master entered the room and locked the door behind him with the combination padlock, the one with the combination that he alone knew. He double checked the door, the hasp and the lock. Nobody was leaving this room until he decided! I was dressed in my black leather outfit, including my knee high boots, and Jules was in her black latex from head to her knee high boots. I thought, “She looks soooo HOT!”

My intent was to be the dominant person with Jules there to assist me in a manner that I was not sure of yet. I just didn’t want to be alone with Master, locked in the playroom after what I planned on doing to him.

“Do you have anything for me?” I asked. (I had given Master a list of things to bring to me).

Master handed me a bag containing a ball gag, some nipple clamps, and a steel Kali’s teeth with a padlock attached. The key was in the padlock.

“Very well,” I said. “Now get naked!”

“NOW,” I shouted. “MOVE IT!” I continued.

He quickly removed all his clothes. I tossed him a pair of handcuffs and said, “Put these on and they better be tight enough. I WILL be checking them,” I ordered.

He knew enough to lock his hands behind his back. When he was secured, I put nipple clamps on his little tits and could see that he was starting to get an erection.

“We can’t have that,” I said as I produced a small cock whip and started whipping his cock until he was flaccid. I then locked the Kali’s teeth on his pathetic cock and put the key on my necklace, along with the handcuff key.

I next went to work binding his elbows. I wound rope around them, pulling them tightly together before cinching them. “Take a deep breath,” I ordered. I wound a rope around his torso and arms about 20 times, pulling it tighter with each wrap. I pulled the rope so hard that I almost pulled him off his feet.

“On your knees slave,” I ordered. “My boots need a good tongue cleaning.” Master dropped to his knees and started licking my boots. “You may kiss my boots as long as you’re down there,” I said. I let him lick both my boots until they shined. “Very good, slave. Did you have breakfast?” I asked. Not waiting for a reply, I continued “No? Then eat now, EAT!” I shouted as I pulled his head to my crotch by his hair. I spread my legs somewhat giving my new slave a chance to really work his tongue inside me. “Jules, time for the whip,” I said. Jules quickly found the riding crop and started whipping his ass.

After I had an orgasm, I told Jules to change places with me. I let him eat her until she came while I used the whip on his white ass, which was beginning to turn a bright shade of red. After Jules had her first orgasm, I stood him up and marched him over to a rope hanging from the ceiling. I untied the rope around his torso so he could breathe easier before tying his elbows to the hanging rope and pulling his arms up high in the air over his head. I tied a rope to each ankle and stretched his legs apart, securing the ropes to wooden pillars (the one holding the ceiling) on either side of him. I stuffed the ball gag in his mouth and tied it around his head. He was now in the tightest of strappados and completely gagged.

“You DID say severe pain, right?” I asked him. “Jules, kick this slave boy in the balls!” She looked at me in disbelief. “Do it, Jules, DO IT!” I shouted. “Jules, when you are kicking him, I want you to think about all the times he fucked you in the ass,” I said. “Now, Jules, do it the way I showed you,” I ordered. She kicked him much harder this time, but still not nearly as hard as I showed her. “Again,” I ordered. “Jules, when you are kicking him, I want you to think about all the times he was cruel to you”, I said. “Now, kick him like he deserves to be kicked,” I said. Jules kicked him three more times before I told her to stop. We didn’t want to kill him! He slumped over, hanging in his bondage. I removed his gag and sweetly asked, “Was that severe enough for you, slut?” He just nodded yes.

“Time for a break, Jules,” I said. “Grab a bottle of wine for us, get the good stuff. We deserve it.” We sipped our wine while Master hung helplessly in his ropes.

I let him hang there for about 30 minutes before I untied his arms and marched him over to the cross. “Do you remember tying me to this cross?” I asked.

“Yes, Mistress. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me,” he begged. I just laughed at him while I gagged him again with the ball gag he brought me. I next tied a nose hook on his head, giving him a cute little pig nose. I double checked his bondage before standing back and admiring my handiwork.

After a few minutes of studying my captive, I found some twine and tied one end around Master’s balls and the other end around a one kilogram weight. I took another piece of twine and tied it to the head of his cock with the other end to another one kilogram weight. I adjusted both strings so that the weights hung freely. “They sell pills to make a man’s cock longer, but I prefer this method,” I told him with an evil grin on my face.

I showed him a plastic bag and asked him, “Do you like breath play? I can’t remember,” I taunted. I put the plastic bag over his head and pulled it tight around his neck. I wrapped some tape around his neck and watched as his face turned dark red. “You know I won’t kill you because I won’t be able to leave this room if I you are dead,” I said. I didn’t dare leave the bag on his head very long, just long enough for him to know what I was capable of. I removed the bag and poured a glass on wine for myself. Jules and I sat back and enjoyed the wine and we contemplated our next move.

Eventually, one thing led to another and we started kissing. I was getting turned on and so was Jules, but we had a job to do right now. I glanced over at my captive slave and saw that he was getting an erection. I thought that was going to get very painful with the Kalis teeth still locked on him.

After one hour, I untied him and removed all his accessories. I gave him a drink of water and told him that he had five minutes to rest; then his ass was mine again. He drank half of the water and the rest he poured on his swollen cock. “Thank you, Mistress. For the water I mean, not the kicks to my groin,” he said.

“Back talking?” I asked.

“No, Mistress,” he said, “I’m sorry, Mistress. It won’t happen again, Mistress.”

After his break, I said, “Hey Jules, do you remember him forcing you to pull him around the yard while dressed as a pony? I think it’s time he knows what it’s like to be a pony. Okay, pony boy, on your feet. You start prancing around this track. I’ll tell you when to stop. You had better get those knees up in the air or else!” He started prancing around the track. “FASTER, PONY!” I yelled. I kept him prancing like that for an hour. Jules had her whip which she used on him as he rounded the track when ever he got close to her. I thought, “How sweet revenge is.”

“Okay, pony, down on your knees now,” I ordered. “Ten more times around the track, but on your knees this time and I’ll give you some more water.” He finished five trips around the track and I told him to stop. ”You will do the next five laps with a rider…. ME!” I ordered.

After he completed his five laps, his knees were bleeding. I looked at them and said, “I wouldn’t call that excessive bleeding,” remembering his comments about bleeding from his list of limits. I gave him a drink and handed him five rubber bands. I ordered him to tie up his pathetic cock with the rubber bands and told him that it better be tight. Jules and I tied his arms to the large pillars on either side of the horse. I started pouring water down his throat, warning him not to spill any. He drank two liters of water before I gagged him again with the ball gag. I put the nose hook back on too, just because I could. I next put clothes pins on all his toes, giving him something else to think about while he was full of water and no way to relieve himself.

After an hour, I could see that he was in severe discomfort so I asked him about his bank account. I knew that he must be wealthy because he didn’t work and had no visible means of income. He said that he would give me whatever I wanted although he never really told me his total worth. I told him to give Jules and me each 500 Euros and he quickly agreed. I thought to myself, I should have asked for more….”

Eventually, I untied him and let him remove the rubber bands from his cock and pee. After he finished, I tied his arms behind his back and pushed him to his knees. “You have been slipping in your duties to your Mistress. Now make me cum,” I ordered as I pulled his head to me. Master licked my pussy until I squirted my juices all over his face. Next, it was Jules’s turn to cum. She replaced me in front of Master’s waiting face. While he was tending her, I had plans of my own. Out of sight of Master, I put a 30 cm strap-on around my waist and rubbed KY jelly all over it. After Jules had her orgasm, I told her to retie our new slave with his hands in front of him and a long spreader bar tied to his ankles. After that she was to tie his wrists to his ankles. “I want his ass in the air and his face on the floor,” I said.

After Master was on the floor with his ass nicely positioned for me, I snuck up behind him and said, “How many times have you fucked me in the ass? One hundred? Two hundred? How many times? TELL ME! How many fucking times, you ass hole? Well, now I’m gonna fuck your ass!” I slid my huge dildo into his waiting ass and slowly pumped him, “Tell me you like it,” I ordered.

“Yes, Mistress. I like it, Mistress,” he replied,

“Tell me you want it harder,” I ordered.

“Harder please, Mistress,” he whimpered.

“Tell me you like it or I’ll get the Kali’s teeth out again and lock it on forever!” I shouted.

“Please, Mistress, have mercy on your slave, Mistress.”

I fucked his ass until I was exhausted. Jules was having a good time enjoying the show while she played with herself. I shouted to Jules,” Don’t you dare cum slave, not without me there.”

I glanced at the clock and saw that we had been playing for almost six hours. I thought ‘No wonder I’m getting hungry.’ I guess we will be sending out for pizza tonight. Since I’m the cook and I’m a little busy today.

“ON YOUR FEET ! “I shouted. “You didn’t cum, did you?” I asked.

“No, Mistress, you told me not to,” he replied.

“Would you like to cum now?” I asked sweetly.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.

“Jules, the slave wants to cum. Would you please do the honors?” I asked.

“Yes, Mistress, if I have to,” she replied. Jules came over and fondled Master’s cock until it was hard. She got on her knees and sucked him off until he let loose in her mouth.

“I’m still your Mistress, Jules, and don’t you ever forget it!” I told her.

I untied Master and told him we were done for now and he could unlock the door and let us out. I was a little afraid of his reaction, but he just opened the lock on the door and left, telling us to get dressed for dinner as he walked away.

At dinner, our pizza, he thanked me for the best sex he had ever had and said he would like a repeat performance as soon as we felt like it. This is where the final phase of my plan was unveiled. “We can have an encore any time after you help me settle a debt.”

“What kind of debt, Mistress?”

“My old boyfriend, Richard, sold me to you a few years ago. You have made my life a living hell. I want to pay Richard back for what he did to me.” I explained.

“I see. What do you want me to do?”

“I’m not sure yet, first we need to find him.”

Master went to Richard’s house, only to find he no longer lived there. He also learned that Richard had lost his job. Shortly after he sold me he started to become very depressed. He even suffered clinical depression. He took prescription medication for depression but it didn’t help. After he lost his job he could no longer make mortgage payments so the house had been foreclosed on. After asking several of Richard’s old friends, Master found out that Richard was living in a rented room. He had lost all his money and was broke. He spent his evening drinking at his favorite pub. Seems he had a huge bar tab. I was familiar with the pub Richard used to drink at.

I had a plan for Richard. I was going to have Jules go the bar and use her sexy body to my benefit. She would buy him a few drinks and lured him back to her hotel room. Once in the room, she would change into her most dominating leather cat suit. It wouldn’t take long before she would tie spread eagle to the bed, face down. She would gag him and blindfold him. After she was certain he could not escape, she would signal me to come into her room.

Without saying a word, I take a cane to his ass and not stop until he was in tears. When my arms were so tired I couldn’t lift my cane, I would don a huge strap-on. I would spread super glue on my fake cock and before the glue was dry, I would cover the dildo with coarse sand. I would fuck his ass with my sand covered fake cock until I got tired.

For my last act of revenge on Richard, I would pull out a tattoo gun. I have never used a tattoo gun before so the quality of his new tat would not be perfect, but when he looked in the mirror, even in mirror image, he will clearly read in big red letters, “CALL ME MISTRESS”.

That was my plan, until I saw Richard sitting at the bar. He was a shell of the man I used to know. My anger towards him changed to pity. I sat down beside him at the bar and ordered him a drink. I said,

“Hello stranger, can I buy you a drink?”

He looked up and saw me, looking like a million bucks, dressed in fancy threads, my makeup perfectly applied, and my hair looking beautiful.

“Anna, you look fantastic! How have you been?”

“I feel fantastic too, and I owe it all to you. You, on other hand, look pathetic. I heard you lost your house. I might buy it back for you if you asked me nicely and convinced you are truly sorry for the way you treated me. The real reason I am being nice to you is because of you, I am actually happy for the first time in my life. I have a life partner now and we love each other. I never would have met her if not for you. If you want to try to convince me to buy your old house for you, write me a letter stating why you deserve it. You have only one chance so you better make it a convincing case and this offer expires in two weeks. Most people would never be as nice as I am to you. I loved you once and although I don’t anymore, I still feel a tiny bit of compassion for you, even though you don’t deserve it. You ruined your life when you sold me and almost ruined my life.”

Satisfied I no longer hated Richard and had decided not to carry out my revenge plan, I left the bar and hooked up with Jules and Master.

We all went back to Master’s place, or should I say MY place. He has put his house in my name. Jules and I still live there with Master. He cooks for us, cleans the house and cares for the grounds. We don’t call him Master now. His new name is slave boy. He wears heavy shackles on his ankles all the time. I had his cock pierced and fitted with a large ring. If he acts up a large padlock is locked onto the cock ring.

I hope you enjoyed reading my tale. If you did and care to tell me you may email me at [email protected].
I sometimes write custom stories, tailored to a person’s fetish, so feel free to ask. No promises, but if I have the time I just might be able to write a story just for you.