Slave Keylock

"Let's test your will power and endurance, slave," She laughs as she circles him laying precise slaps from her crop on his ass, sides, and back.

"Yes, Mistress."

Kneeling behind him, She roughly grabs his cock and balls, causing him to flinch.

"Stay still, Slave."

She gives his cock a few deft pulls causing him to become immediately erect for her. Taking a small vibrator, she places it in a condom and then places it on his cock, turning it on to its lowest setting. His body jumps at the sensation.

"I said stay still, slave."  She gives him 5 hard slaps on his ass with her open hand to remind him to follow her commands.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," he says as the vibrator delivers intense sensations.

She then takes a small vibrating  butt plug, lubes it up well, and inserts it into her slave's exposed ass. She laughs as he struggles to stay still and quiet for her.

Once fully inserted she turns the vibrator to its lowest setting.

"Now then, slave," she says returning to her chair, sits down and crosses her legs.

She watches as his body shivers from the dual sensation of vibes on his cock and in his ass. His discomfort puts a smile on her face.

"How does that feel, slave?"

"Amazing, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." His arms, legs and back are shaking as he tries to stay in position for her.

"Good... now remember, slave, no cumming with out permission."

"Yes, Mistress."

"If you cum without permission, you will eat every last drop of it and I will leave the butt plug in for the rest of the day. Do you understand, slave?"

"Y-y-yes Mistress," he stammers, already feeling his orgasm boiling from the sensations.

"Now... let's test that willpower and endurance of yours, slave." Taking the remote controls for each vibrator,she put them up to the next highest setting. His entire body quivers and he moans as best he can through the nylon tied around his mouth.

She laughs at his struggle. She knows no matter how hard he tries, she can push him over the edge with nothing more than the press of a button.

*to be continued*

"Now slave, I want you lying on your back, feet facing me, legs spread and your hands by your sides."

He does as Mistress instructs as quickly as possible. Laying before Her is where he longs to be. The anticipation is growing, his mind swimming in images of what Mistress has planned for him...

"Good boy, " She says as She observes his form on the floor.

"Spread your legs wider, slave."

He does as She commands, his legs now spread as far as he can get them. He feels the strain in his hips, his thighs tensing.

She stands and places Herself between his spread legs,the leather from Her boots touching his inner thighs. His body quivers at the sensation. His cock is already stiffening...

Using her crop, she delivers three sharp slaps to the tip of his cock. The sudden pain causes him to flinch and wince.

"Hard without permission again, slave? Unacceptable." She delivers three more sharp slaps to his cock, but they just make him harder...She smiles knowing the effect She has on him. Putty in Her hands, willing and eager to do anything to please her.

She delivers three more quick slaps then stops. She places her boot firmly on his abdomen and presses her heel into him.

"Are you ready for our next game, slave?" She asks looking down on him.

"Yes, Mistress. Very much so," he says eagerly.

"Good, slave. She drops two nylon stockings on his chest.

"I want you to blindfold and gag yourself with these, slave. Make sure you can't see or talk freely. Be quick about it." 

He complies tying the stockings around his eyes and mouth tightly.

"Now, I want you on all fours with your back straight." She smiles as he obeys Her.

"Good, slave. Keep your head up facing forward." Laughing now, She smacks his ass hard with Her crop to give him encouragement.

*to be continued*

After what seemed like hours, he heard the sound of her boots on the floor approaching, closer and closer; no hurry in her step at all.

His heart began to beat faster. What was Mistress' new game? His entire body began to tingle with anticipation. His body ached but he assumed the position she had left him in - on his knees with his arms behind his back, head bowed.

The door opens slowly. She walks in and  goes over to her chair. Sitting, she looks at her slave before her, and smiles wickedly.

"Good boy. Are you ready to play?"

"Yes, Mistress," he says keeping his head bowed before her.

*to be continued*

"Good slave. That's how I like to see you. Now spread your legs  and put your hands behind your back."

She places her foot on his cock and balls and presses them into the floor firmly. 

"How does that feel, slave?"

"It hurts, Mistress, " he winces. 

"Good," she laughs.

"Who do these belong to, slave?" She steps a little bit harder.

"You, Mistress!" The sudden pain surprises him.

"Correct, slave. Don't forget it, " She laughs pressing her foot harder into him.

She stands and  takes her foot off him. Moving in front of him, she sits in her chair again and looks at him lying before Her. His torso heaving with heavy breaths, sweat glistening on his back once again.

"Now, on your knees and help me put on my boots," She commands. She takes her long leather boots from the side of the chair and places them in front him.

"Proceed, slave"

He takes the right boot, unzips it, and holds it open for Her. She slowly places her foot inside and pushes. He hold the sole and heel with his bare chest. She pushes her foot in making sure to press the heel into his chest. He zips up the boot and makes sure the leather is smooth against her beautiful legs.

"Now the other, slave," she says. He repeats the process with the left foot, savoring every sensation... the smell of the leather, the sound as her nylon covered leg slides into the boot, the feeling of her heel stabbing into his chest. Intoxicating. He involuntarily moans.

"Did you say something, slave?" She asks playfully.

"No, Mistress. Apologies, Mistress."

She stands now, towering over him as he kneels in front of her, head bowed.

She pats him on the head.

"Good slave."

"Stay right there, slave. Don't move. When I get back you better be in that same spot waiting for me... "

She turns and walks towards the door, looking back at him, she laughs.

"I have some other games we can play when I return, slave. Maybe I'll even let that little cock of mine cum. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress... very much," he says eagerly.

As She closes the door behind Her, he can hear Her say, "Don't get your hopes up slave."

Her laughter and the sound of her heels on the floor are the last thing he hears.

*to be continued*

"Faster, slave," She instructs him. 

"Yes, Mistress..." he says, his breath getting heavy again.

"Tell me when you're close to cunming, slave. Accidents will be punished severly," she says, smiling down at him.

"I'm close, Mistress! Please may I cum for you?!?"  He stammers as his body shakes and quivers.

"No, slave," She says.

"I'm going to give you a choice, slave. Keep stroking for me, but no cumming, or beg me to let you stop. If you cum without my permission, you will clean up the mess with your tongue and be put in chastity for 30 days... keep stroking, slave."

 "Yes, Mistress." His face shows his strain as he tries to control his orgasm... every stroke making it harder.

"Please, Mistress, may I stop?"

"Not yet... keep going. Are you having fun now, slave?"

"Please Mistress.... let me stop. I beg you"

"Are you sure?" She laughs and strokes the side of his face with her hand.

"Yes, Mistress... please!"

"Stop. Hands off, slave." She laughs as he quivers before her, his cock bouncing in the air, swollen, denied and frustrated.

"Good slave... what's this?" Using her toe, she runs along the underside of his cock, her nylons damp with a small amount of precum that has leaked out.

"Hmmmm, you know what to do, slave." She lifts her toes to his mouth and he eagerly begins to clean the spot with his tongue.

"Thank you, Mistress..." 

"You're welcome, slave."

"Now, lay flat on your stomach in front of me."

*to be continued*

"I think you like this, slave," She muses as she kicks his erect cock playfully; letting the nylon run down the side of his shaft.

"Yes, Mistress," he whimpers.

"Hmmm,  show me how much you like it slave. Stroke yourself for me. Use one hand and stay in your position."

Using his left hand he begins to stroke himself for Her. His legs and arms are wobbly and he's having trouble keeping his balsnce but he follows her instructions.

"Good slave," she laughs. "Keep going."

She stands, and walks over to him, grabs a handful of his hair and pulls back lifting his gaze up to her. She leans over and whispers into his ear, her lips almost touching him; he can feel her breath, warm and arousing on his ear.

"No cumming, slave." He whimpers at the words.

"Yes. Mistress."

*to be continued*

"Now, slave, up on your knees, hands behind your back," She commands him.

He promptly raises himself up, and places his hands behind his back.  She gently teases him with her crop, rubbing it lightly along his skin. It sends a shiver up his spine.

"Head bowed, slave," she whispers in his ear. She circles him, making sure his posture is straight. She stops in front of him, she places her crop under his chin.

"Lift you head slave and look at me." 

"Good slave." She smiles at him and slaps his face playfully.

She lifts her foot and kicks his cock and balls slowly. Not hard enough to startle or hurt him, but just enough to get his attention.

"I see you're very stiff for me, slave... I don't recall granting permission for that, slave," she says looking directly into his eyes.

"No, Mistress... "

"No, I didn't, slave. Now lean back and place your hands on the floor."

His entire body aches now, but he quickly complies with her instruction. His chest, thighs and manhood are now exposed to her. His body trembling now.

She returns to her chair, and sits down, crossing her legs. She looks at him struggling to hold his position for her and smiles.

She reaches out her leg and again kicks his cock and balls. This time harder than before. He flinches and whimpers quietly.

She runs her toes along the top of his cock and then lands another sharp kick to his balls.

He nearly falls over, but manages to hold his position with great effort.

She laughs... 

*to be continued*

She stands behind him now, flicking her crop in the air so he can hear it cracking through the air.

She traces the crop now along his ass, exposed and vulneble for her. 

"This is for trying to look at my feet without permission, slave." She begins to smack his ass with the crop, alternating between cheeks. She slowly begins to strike harder and harder. 

He beings to whimper and shake before her. Understanding his place. Exactly where he belongs. On his knees before her.

She continues to attack his ass with her crop until it is red and raw. 

His arms and legs are shaking now, it's taking all his strength to maintain position for her.

*to be continued*

"I want you on all fours facing me, slave," She says casually sitting back in her chair, her crop in her lap.

She watches as he tries to quickly switch positions. His legs are like jelly. She laughs at his struggle.

"Good slave. Bring your head closer," She commands.

She dangles her foot in front of him, teasing him with it.

He lifts his head to get a better view and she sharply slaps the top of his head with her crop.

"Head down, slave. I'll tell you when you can look." His impertinence annnoys Her.

She stands and begins to walk around him.

*to be continued*

"Back in position, slave," She smiles as he struggles to lift his hips off the floor. 

"Now, where were we?"  

She begins again to drip the wax onto him... slowly and methodically coating both of his nipples in the wax.

The pain gives way to a warmth spreading through his body. He begins to quiver and shake again, straining to stay in position for her.

After what seems like an eternity, she stops.

"You may lay flat on the floor now slave."

She sits back down in her chair and begins to dangle her foot over his face. He can see Her toes, encased in nylon, dangling tantalizing inches from his mouth.

"You have permission to worship the bottom of my foot for 10 seconds, slave."

"Oh thank you, Mistress!" 

She lowers her foot to his mouth. He gently kisses the bottom of her toes. She preses it into his face firmly. His nose rubbing against Her arche. He is in heaven. 

She smiles down at him. She places both her feet on his face now. Rubbing the sides of his head. He begins to moan, "Thank you, Mistress."

"That's enough, slave. I have another game for you now." She smiles wickedly down at him.

*to be continued*

He feels the crop again against his chest. 

"You still have one more whack to take for me, slave, don't you?", she says.

'Yes, Mistress."

"Hmmmm, let's make it five more, shall we?"

"Yes, Mistress." He is straining now to stay in position for Her. His legs are quivering. His back aches. He is covered in sweat.

She quickly gives him three sharp whacks with the crop to his balls. He winces, but holds his position. His breath is labored as he counts them out for her.

She laughs at his predicament as she delivers the final whack to the tip of his cock, now red and swollen.

Without missing a beat she begins to drop hot wax on his chest. The pain is sudden and sharp. His knees give out and he collapses onto the ground.

"Oh dear, slave... Did you have permission to rest your ass on the floor?" Her voice is stern.

"No, Mistess," he says apprehendively.

'I'm sorry, Mistress."

"Hmmmm. You will be, slave."

*to be continued*

He begins to gently kiss the crop, imagining it is Mistress' foot.

"Good slave. Do you think you've earned permission to kiss the real thing, slave?" She asks playfully.

"No, Mistress," he stammers.

"That's correct, slave, you haven't."

He hears the sound of a lighter flicking and knows his torment has only just begun.

*to be continued*

He counts down as she attacks his cock and balls with her crop. He is completely stiff now. She takes delight in each strike of the crop. His entire body is shaking, straining to stay in position and keep his hips off the ground. 

When he gets to "one", She stops hitting him.

She stands, laughing quietly looking at this pathetic little slave trying so hard to impress her.

"Keep your position,  slave," she says gently running the crop from the top of his cock across his stomach and chest, stopping at his lips.

"Show me how you would kiss my foot if I were to give you permission to do so, slave."

*to be continued*

She skillfully flicks the tip of her crop against the tip of his rapidly stiffening cock. 

She follows it up with a sharp slap to his balls, followed quickly by another. 

"Why aren't you counting slave?" She calmly asks.

He strains to hold his position, sweat pouring freely now.

"My apologies, Mistress."

"Let's start over, then..."

She brings the crop down hard on the shaft of his cock.

He winces, "Ten!"

"Very good..."

*to be continued*

He squirms under her feet. She looks down on him with a wry smile awaiting his answer.

"Quickly now, slave or you will be punished," She says.

"I will take 10 hard slaps to my cock and balls, Mistress, " he finally stammers, knowing what he has just committed to.

"Oh will you, slave?" She laughs, "I'm not sure that's sufficient for me. I think the 10 hard smacks with my crop  should be accompanied by some nice hot wax on those tender little nipples of yours. Don't you think, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress. Of course. If it pleases you."

"Very good." She takes a red candle from her end table, and puts it into a silver holder. She uncross her legs and puts her feet on either side of her slave's head. Close enough that he can feel the exquisite sensation of her stockings against the sides of his head.

"Lift your hips up, slave, and keep your hands on the floor by your side. If you scream out , lift your hands off the floor or let your ass touch the floor, there will be consequences. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," he says between heavy breaths. Sweat begging to glisten on his forehead as he assumes the stress position Mistress wants him in.

"Very good, slave, let's begin."

To be continued...

"I will do anything for the privilege of worshiping you foot, Mistress," he stammers.

"Oh how unoriginal, slave... give me specifics, slave or you get nothing but locked up and put away." She slaps the side of his face with Her crop sharply to stress Her point.

His mind races as he tries to come up with something. She puts the tip of  Her crop against his lips.

"Well, slave? What's it going to be?"

To be continued...

"Yes, Mistress," he said. 

Her foot dangles tantalizing close to his face. She brings it down close to his lips.

"Would you like to worship your Mistress' feet, slave?"  She places the tip of her crop on the side of his face.

"Yes, Mistress. Please may I worship You?"

She caresses his cheek with crop, smiling at him as he lays at Her feet, exposed vulnerable and completely under Her control.

She laughs at his desperation. Gently tapping Her crop against his cheek She says, "You have to earn that privilege, slave. Tell me what you will to to be granted permission to kiss my foot once, slave."

To be continued.

"Yes, Mistress," he says as he lays on his back with his head below Her dangling foot.

She slowly and gently runs the tip of her crop across his bare chest. He shivers anticipating what's coming. She stops the crop just over his right nipple,  slowly traces a circle and then quickly and deftly brings the crop tip up and then down hard.

He lets out a sharp breath of air and flinches.

"Come now, slave, I barely touched you." She laughs and brings the crop down harder on his ripple.

"We're just getting started."

To be continued...

"On your knees now," She commands. Her voice is soft, measured, and absolutely in control. 

He has no choice but to obey Her. He falls to his knees, naked before Her. His cock is bound snugly with a black nylon stocking with a bow at the top. That's how She likes him. Naked, vulnerable, throbbing and ready to please Her.

She sits in her straight backed chair in front of him, smiling, gently tapping her crop on her lap. 

He doesn't dare look at her, instead his head is bowed and all he can see are Her feet covered in black nylons, just like the one constraining his cock and balls. He throbs and a shiver runs down his spine as she crosses her legs in front of him.

"Let's get started, shall we, slave?"  She smiles wickedly and gently taps the tip of his cock with her riding crop.

"Yes, Mistress."

To be continued...

Hello,  I'm new here. Still learning the ropes.  Having a lot of fun already.

I'm shy and very submissive,  but will open up for the right Mistress.  

I'm currently being played with by a Mistress here. She is amazing.  I'm hoping I can meet her expectations as we continue to play and explore.

I love to discuss my kinks and write out my fantasies. I'm hoping to share them here in the coming weeks.