His wrists and ankles were locked to the spanking bench. His cock and scrotum hung below, double wrapped in bondage. A cruel metal cock cage confined his shriveled penis. Several ropes were tied around the base of his groin and looped around his balls, separating and discoloring them.
Dangling from his painfully stretched scrotum and hanging about a foot above the ground was a ten pound weight plate. Jacob couldn't see the damage she was doing to his ass, but he could feel the red lines being flayed into his exposed rear.
"Stop crying or I'll add more weight!"
WHAP WHAP WHAP
Jake bit his bottom lip harshly, muffling his loud groans as three more powerful lashes ripped into his reddened cheeks. How could such a thin piece of rattan cause so much pain?!?
"Twenty eight! Twenty nine! Thirty!"
His face was beet red and his breath labored as he called out the numbers. His almost-naked body shivered and quaked on the immobilizing bench. The only articles he wore in addition to his chastity device were the lacy leggings and silky arm-gloves the dark-skinned Domina had dressed him in. Mistress Brandi had a thing for feminization.
Since moving into the new quarters, Anastasia had demanded he keep his form fully shaved. Full body electrolysis sessions had begun, but it would take many treatments before he no longer needed to shave at all. Anastasia made it clear it was crucial step in his transformation and that he'd thank her for it in the long run. His new wardrobe, an endless assortment of fetish attire and slutty costumes, was better served by bare skin. Regular clothes were a thing of the past for Jake Telos.
"Open up, slut!"
Jake did as he was bade as Brandi stalked around to his front. The mocha Goddess was decked out in a luscious red leather corset and matching thigh-high leather boots. She'd traded in her cane for a web of leather and latex; a head harness with a thick leather bit-gag. She pushed the squishy leather tube into his mouth and the bit settled between his teeth. Brandi strapped the harness securely around his head as his ass continued to burn.
"If you're going to complain, you can wear one of these! I rather enjoy your whimpering when one of you bitch boys is gagging on leather."
The well toned Domina gave his face a shove before stalking off and retrieving her wicked wand. Her boot heels clacked on the hardwood floor as she returned to his backside. She raised the cane anew, ready to complete the sentence. Jacob had earned forty lashes for failing to worship her ass sufficiently.
"No worries about counting the rest. You can scream all you want now."
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP
Jacob wailed and grunted into the gag. His limbs rattled against the thick metal restraints and leather padding of the bench as lash after lash whipped into his already welted ass. With every shake of his body, the heavy weight plate tugged at his scrotum, adding an extra jolt of brutal stretching pain. Mistress Brandi struck without mercy, each blow more forceful than the last as she delighted in tormenting Anastasia's new slave.
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP
Jake whimpered pitifully as the last blow blistered his searing flesh. He huffed and wheezed through the leather horse bit as delicious agony gave way to a pleasant endorphin rush and the high of sub-space. As his heartbeat slowed and he caught his breath, Brandi tossed her cane aside and began releasing his cuffed wrists and ankles from the bench's restraints.
"Get off the bench. On your knees, before me!"
Jake slipped off the now-sweaty leather padding gingerly. The heavy weight pulling on his balls reminded him that each little motion had consequences. Jacob carefully lowered himself down and the weight plate sunk to the wooden floor with a dull thud. He breathed a sigh of relief as he fell to his knees.
The still-gagged slave inched across the floor until he was back at Brandi's feet. She was lounging on a leather sofa and playing with herself. The lustful lady stroked her sex in small circles as she looked down at him disdainfully.
"Did you enjoy that, you little bitch?"
Jake nodded in the affirmative. "Yeff Miffreff Branfi!"
"I know you did. Bet you'd love to lick this pussy too, wouldn't you?"
"Yeff Miffreff."
"Too bad! You're not worthy. Crawl to the kitchen and fetch me a bottle of water from the fridge, you fucking worm!"
As Jake turned and began to skitter off on hands and knees, he realized what an awful journey it was going to be. After only two paces forward, the heavy metal plate began scraping against the hard wood. The weight was being dragged by his already aching scrotum. His palms and knees scraped against the unforgiving floor. He wanted to go faster so the task would end sooner, but with every lurch forward his lower anatomy begged him to stop. As he suffered, he could hear Mistress Brandi moan in the background.
How had it come to this? Jacob Telos, a man whose decisions once shaped the world, now reduced to a play-thing and servant for some arrogant, upscale escorts. Women who didn't even offer sex in most cases. Just pain, degradation and humiliation. He knew the reasons why, of course, somewhere in the depths of his mind, but his well-beaten ass and brutalized balls were pleading for a reminder.
The answers were many and varied. They were found deep in his past, each time assertive women had made an impression on him in childhood and during puberty. And it was nature as much as nurture, no doubt. The cosmic rolling of the dice that had consigned him to arousal by women who wielded whip and crop with perverse pleasure.
On top of all that was his adult life and the knowledge that he'd taken so much from the world while offering so little in return. What had he done to earn billions of dollars? Almost nothing. He'd had a half-baked notion once, gotten a huge loan from his parents and arrived first to the trough. He'd been in the right place at the right time, a combination of luck and privilege.
Until recently, Jake's life consisted of going to dinner parties and back-slapping corporate meet-and-greets with other rich fucks. All the while, millions of people toiled around the world to fill their undeserving coffers. After a while, the bullshit was all you could smell anymore. You either embrace villainy and call it virtue or you drown in self-hate.
All the quaint little lies he'd told himself to justify his actions no longer held water. All the self-loathing that pooled in his soul, like acid, burned his body and mind until he craved nothing but to be free of it. The freedom that only bondage, pain and the affection of brutal women could unleash. To be awash in suffering and sin was the only way Jake Telos could know peace.
Most of all, the answers lay in Anastasia's eyes. That piercing gaze that made him feel like a rodent paralyzed before a hissing snake. The rabbit fleeing from the salivating fox. The anxious zebra stalked by the lioness. To be the hunted. To be sought after. To be her prey. An object to be used. A vessel to be drained. To give everything away to a Goddess on high. That was why he crawled along the floor, a simpering slave to Mistress Anastasia and all her Dominatrix colleagues.
Jacob finally arrived at the fridge. He opened the door, retrieved a bottled water, closed it and began the painful slog back. He grunted into his gag as he resumed towing the hefty weight clamped to the bottom of his manhood. What a perfect metaphor it was. He wondered if Brandi meant it that way or if she simply enjoyed seeing a man's balls weighed down and in pain.
Would he meet every single Domina in the employ of Madam Snow during his long journey into Femdom servitude? It seemed likely. Anastasia was rotating them in every day while she was off restructuring the Athena empire. Many of those women had begun moving into the condo complex he now lived in. Once, this was one of thousands of properties Jacob owned. Now, it all belonged to Ana.
Would he see Madam Snow again? That would be a reckoning, indeed. Jake knew she was most likely the true architect of his downfall. Would he thank her for it?
As he trudged back to the living room on aching hands and knees, Brandi's moans of bliss snapped him from his thoughts. Her fingers strummed her clit rapidly as she spasmed on the sofa. The leather cushioning stretched and rippled against her supple body as the orgasm overtook her.
She watched him with dreamy eyes as the climax hummed through her nervous system and set every pleasure center alight. Brandi was still rubbing herself below when Jacob arrived at her feet. The weight plate scraped to a stop behind him. He reached up and carefully handed her the bottle of cool water.
His own body was drenched in sweat and his throat was parched with thirst. He could taste nothing but musty leather and smell little but the pungent aroma of the young Domina's dripping sex. It glistened right in front of him, a cruel reminder of what he'd never have again.
Brandi uncapped the bottle and downed half its contents in a matter of seconds. She leaned forward and dumped the other half on the floor beside Jacob.
"Lick it up, slave."
"Thomas, send in Ms. Powell at once" Anastasia spoke into the intercom before releasing the button.
"Right away, Ms. Sins."
It was the last meeting of the day and the one Ana was looking forward to the most. She'd spent much of the last few days reviewing the files of the employees at the top and middle of Athena's hierarchy. It was a tree that needed a great deal of pruning, to say the least.
She trusted almost no one at the moment, but Anastasia was slowly identifying the ones who would serve her well and forming bonds with those she planned to keep around. Of all of them, the next woman seemed the most promising.
The door to her cavernous office opened and in walked a fittingly massive woman. She was a bit taller than Anastasia in her classy black heels. The woman was a dirty blonde, her locks flowing down a little past shoulder length and ending in stylish curls. Her bust and hips were thick and curvy. Her extra weight was in all the right places. Amanda wore a close-fitting black top, the sleeves of which terminated just below her elbows. Her tight skirt was a horizontal zebra pattern of black and white lines extending down to just past her knees.
The woman's thighs and calves weren't just big, they were massively strong. Amanda looked like she could crush a watermelon between her legs with ease. She strode to Ana's desk confidently, her heels clicking off the floor and echoing through the giant, half-empty room. A rose gold wristwatch and diamond bracelet added elements of class to the big woman's ensemble. Anastasia liked her instantly.
Ana reached out and shook hands for the umpteenth time that day. She'd grown tired of all the meet and greets, but watching the glorious Amazon stalk into her office had reinvigorated her. They exchanged smiles and Anastasia knew the reasons for Amanda's, instantly. It wasn't just out of formality or politeness. Amanda was delighted to see a fellow woman sitting behind the big desk.
"Ms. Powell, it's a pleasure to meet you. I've been looking forward to this."
"Likewise, President Sins. And let me say I absolutely adore your name. Anastasia Dominique Sins. When I read the announcement, I was instantly jealous."
Ana motioned for her to sit and they both took their seats. "You flatter me. Amanda Powell is a strong name. Perfect for a formidable woman. You have no reason to be jealous."
"Thank you, Madam President. You're too kind."
"Ana, please."
"As you wish" the big woman said with a nod.
Anastasia reached across the desk and picked up a manila folder with Amanda's profile. She opened it and gave it a quick scan before resuming their chat. "So, it says here you've been the Human Resources Manager for seven years now."
"Yes, that's correct."
"And it looks like you've been stuck at that level for a while, despite exemplary job performance. A shame, don't you think?"
Amanda shifted in her chair. "Well, I certainly feel I'm ready to move up, but I understand lack of promotion isn't always due to lack of qualification or performance. Sometimes there are just no spots open in the chain of command."
"The polite answer, but we both know it's nonsense."
The big blonde's eyes opened wide in surprise. Before she could formulate a response, Anastasia continued.
"A company this big can always afford to create new positions and reward good talent and diligent work. It chooses not to only to pinch pennies and to wring its employees dry while paying them as little as possible. It makes the shareholders happy, but it's bad for business in the long term, due to burnout and employee turnover. That ends, starting now."
Amanda's mouth hung open. This was not how a CEO typically spoke.
"Besides, we both know there are other reasons why you haven't been promoted. Old prejudices that have long existed and held back accomplished women like yourself."
"You're right, of course. It's refreshing to hear someone in leadership acknowledge it."
"I knew you'd appreciate that since I see you're a member of..." Ana glanced at her file again. "The National Organization for Women, the Feminist Majority Foundation, the Seattle chapter of the Women's Liberation Union AND, the ones I found most interesting, the International Gynocracy Movement and Femocracy Global."
The longer Ana went on, the more outraged Amanda looked. Her fists balled and her teeth gritted. It was an effort for the big woman not to yell as she reacted to the info dump. "Wha-- How do you know all that?!?"
"I haven't ordered any background checks on you, if that's what you're thinking, but Athena clearly has. This was all in your dossier when I got here." Anastasia turned the folder around and dropped it in front of her. Amanda looked it over in annoyance, shocked by how thoroughly the company had been keeping tabs on her.
"Now you really know why you haven't been promoted. And the expression on your face tells me you had no idea the company was doing this."
Amanda pushed the file across the desk and leaned back in her chair. "This level of employee scrutiny is reserved for Senior level Human Resource officers. It's out of my jurisdiction."
"Not anymore" Anastasia responded cheerfully. "I'm promoting you to Chief Human Resources Officer, effective immediately."
Amanda's eyes went wide and her mouth hung open again, but this time in in pleasant surprise. She offered another slight bow. "Thank you, Ma'am. I will endeavor to serve you and the company well."
"I know you will, and if you help me streamline my new program, you won't just be a Senior Officer for long. You'll be Vice President, in charge of Human Resources."
The buxom BBW looked completely overwhelmed.
Anastasia leaned forward and clasped her hands together on the desk. She stared deep into the other woman's dark blue eyes.
"Amanda, I want you to be my field General. I need someone who will whip this army into shape, keep the troops in line and to help me craft a more woman friendly environment where our sisters can flourish. Furthermore, I'm sure you know the ranks of management better than anyone on the Senior staff. You know where the weak links are. The dead weight. Those who abuse, or simply don't deserve, their current positions. You'll help me filter them out and find suitable replacements."
"I... would be very happy to do that, Madam President." She said with a beaming smile. "Ana!" she corrected herself.
"Excellent. I'm sure you know what I mean by dead weight, and we'll be excising plenty, but we don't necessarily need to fire them all. I have some ideas for how they might be put to good use, but we'll get into that later. I think we should setup a lunch meeting to discuss these plans in detail. I've had this room swept for bugs, but I still don't fully trust the place, yet. Best to get into the nitty-gritty somewhere private where no ears might be listening."
"Very prudent" Amanda nodded in agreement. The grin on her face made it evident this was one of the best days of her life.
"MMMPPPPRRGGGHHHH!!! MMMGGLLLMMPPHHMMMMM!!!!"
Jacob retched as Brandi maintained an iron grip on his head harness, pulling his mouth all the way to the base of her black strapon. He was forced to inhale musty rubber cock to the balls, his lips stretched wide around its fat girth. His throat convulsed in rejection, but could do nothing to dislodge it. Jake sucked in panicked wisps of air through his nose. It was his only means of grasping at barely adequate oxygen each time she plunged her cock into his throat and held it there.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
His right ass cheek was savaged in quick bursts in between powerful thrusts of Ana's thick, red ten-incher. Even as Brandi face-fucked him powerfully, his owner and Mistress was railing his already whipped ass and impaling his eager asshole with an over-abundance of thrusting cock.
They'd been spit roasting him for almost a half hour. The ordeal began within minutes of Anastasia arriving home and donning her black latex cat suit. She couldn't wait to take out the stress of her day on Jacob's exposed flesh; to channel her frustrations into his still-weighted ball sack and gaping man cunt. She grabbed his hips fiercely, digging her fingers into his flesh as she fucked him mercilessly with her fat rubber python. Her latex curves shook as her breasts bounced and each forceful fuck sent pleasurable vibrations through her dripping sex.
"YEAH, YOU LIKE THAT?!? Is two cocks enough, you fucking whore? Or do we need to shove in MORE?"
"Two cocks is plenty" Brandi noted. "But we need to size up. This fucking slut sucks ten inches to the balls like it's nothing. He's a pro cock sucker, now!"
The tears leaking from Jacob's eyes begged to differ. He didn't find it easy, but he couldn't deny the rest of her statement. He was, indeed, throating ten inches of latex penis repeatedly and at length.
"How does it taste, bitch?" the mocha Domme continued. "You like the taste of your own ass? You better believe I haven't cleaned this cock since I fucked your filthy slit. Yeah, that's it! GAG ON IT!!!"
Rivulets of thick spittle ran from his lips with each long, rubbery glide into his packed mouth. Snot ran from Jacob's nose like cum as he choked and slobbered on the obscene dong.
GLOORRRMMM GLOOOORPPPP SHHHLLOORRRMMMM SHHRRRLLOPPP
Anastasia bucked into his bruised ass with an especially powerfully thrust and then backed out, ripping her fat cock from his sucking pucker with a loud slurp. She walked over to a nearby coffee table where she'd lit a thick, red candle. She picked up the glowing torch and her cat-o-nine-tails. Her strapon dripped with lube and anal filth.
She marched back to Jake's side and gave Brandi a wink. The other Domme smiled knowingly and slid her sloppy length all the way in to the hilt. She locked her hands around Jacob's head, his face fully impaled on her fat length.
A spark of pure maniacal glee entered Anastasia's eyes as she watched him gag on her friend's thick strapon. Her lips curled in cruel longing as she tipped over the candle and started pouring the scalding wax all over Jacob's back. All he could do was choke on ass-reeking rubber and endure the blazing agony as he wriggled like a worm on a hook.
"WWWWHHHGGGGMMMMPPPHHH!!! RRRRRAAAAALLLLGGMMMPPHHH!!!!!!"
His limbs tore fiercely at the bondage bench bindings, but it was no use. Even with all his strength, he couldn't get the bench to move a millimeter. His wrists and ankles did nothing but dig painfully into the steel holdings, causing him even more pain as his back was coated in viscous, burning lava.
Ana continued until every drop of hot wax was dumped over his quivering flesh. She then blew out the candle and tossed it aside. With no hesitation, she raised her weapon above her head and brought its leather tassels down on Jacob's sizzling back, full force.
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP
She lacerated his already burning flesh, sending flecks of red putty all over the place. The still-cooling candle sludge was turned into a burning slurry as she whipped his back repeatedly. Ana didn't give a single shit about the mess she was making. She was enjoying herself and Jacob could clean it up later.
"TAKE. IT. YOU. FUCKING. PAIN. WHORE!!!"
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP
When his back was nothing but leather burns and streaks of solidified red wax, she tossed the toy aside and returned to his ass. She lined the tip of her cock back up with his pucker and thrust it home hard and deep. Ana and Brandi resumed rutting into his bound body at both ends. The thick lengths of rigid rubber cock assaulted him nonstop as both women moaned and clawed at his flesh.
Jacob's limbs went slack against the bench as his throat and ass were used like pocket pussies. He was nothing but a receptacle for giant dicks that never came and never seemed to tire. His eyes rolled back as his overstimulated prostate caused his caged cock to leak sad little trickles of cum from its tip.
Both women continued thrashing his cock-packed holes until the egg vibrators in their strapon harnesses sent them screaming in climax. Brandi came first, her cock slurping back and forth in Jake's mouth-pussy until the decadent diva was done shaking in orgasm. She pulled her phallus free from his sore, sucking lips as Ana wailed in bliss and pumped his ass the hardest she had all night. She pounded his wounded cheeks harshly, slamming every bit of force she could muster into her slave's tortured ass.
Finally, when both women had enjoyed their second orgasm of the evening, Anastasia pulled her cock free and joined Brandi on the leather sofa. She collapsed beside her friend, both women coming down from their domination high. Jacob sucked in fresh air, still bound to the bench. The many wounds on his back and ass no longer registered through the euphoria of natural pain killers floating through his brain. He lay there in a daze, amazed and a little sad that the ordeal was over.
"Goddamn, that was nice..." Brandi said as she unhooked her strapon. The heavy, black dong toppled to the floor with a rubbery thud.
"No kidding" said Anastasia, following her lead. Her sticky, unbuckled cock slipped from the harness and rolled into the crack between leather cushions. "Fuck. How did we get this lucky?"
"You didn't just get lucky" Brandi reminded her. "You got good advice from yours truly."
Ana leaned against the arm rest and looked back at her friend. They were both a sweaty mess with exuberant smiles; relaxing in the afterglow of intense BDSM. "Yeah. You were right about Madam Snow. Right about everything. If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be here. And now... anything is possible. I owe you, Brandi."
"And?" she prompted.
"And... I know where to go when I need good advice."
"Don't forget it, hun."
They lay there for a few minutes, recovering from their exertions and chatting amicably. After a while, Brandi stood on shaky legs. She walked around a bit, working the kinks out of her sore frame before turning back to Ana.
"I gotta go. Got plans tonight. You need me to watch him again this week?"
"Nah" she answered. "I got friends of ours lined up for the next four days. More of Snow's girls are moving in tomorrow. I'm sure they'll want a crack at him too. Maybe next week, though?"
"Whenever you like" she responded eagerly. "I have so much time on my hands now that this slut is paying for room and board." She gave Jake's reddened ass an extra swat for good measure.
SMACK
Brandi grabbed her bag and started for the door. She stopped and turned back to the resting blonde. "Actually, I shouldn't say that. It's not his money anymore, is it?"
"It never was" Anastasia replied.
Brandi laughed. "I'll see you later, hun. Have fun!"
"You too. Later, B."
Anastasia traced her hands up and down Jacob's naked form. He lay at the edge of the bed, naked aside from his leather collar, cock cage and the shackles on his wrists and ankles. Jake was chained to the headboard and footboard, but his bondage was simple tonight. No gag, no costume, no bodysuit and no sleep-sack. Ana rubbed him gently as her breasts pressed against his bandaged back.
She soothed him with long, generous massage; her hands flowing up and down his fair skin. This was far from her favorite aspect of total power exchange, but it was a necessary component. The responsible thing to do in any Mistress and slave relationship. If she was honest with herself, it was a nice change of pace after the thunderous peak of intense domination. The highs could only as be as powerful as the lows were tranquil. Contrast was everything.
Ana felt no real affection for Jacob, but even monsters deserved aftercare. Especially after they dutifully submitted and resigned themselves to their proper role in the world. Anastasia reached down and cupped his balls gently. She spared no inch of his body while calming his weary flesh. Besides, what good was a toy if you couldn't play with it how you pleased?
Jake moaned lightly as she groped him down below. His cock started to harden, straining against its cage and bringing fresh frustration to the slave in repose. Even a Goddess' gentle, heavenly embrace came with a price, it seemed.
"Is it everything you imagined? Your new life?" she whispered in his ear.
"Yes, Mistress..." he answered without hesitation.
"Good."
She continued massaging him for a time, her soft hands flowing up and down his bound and naked form. She rolled her palm and fingers around his scrotum at length, coaxing his cock into the hardest form it could achieve in its steel prison. Jacob hissed and grunted through clenched teeth. It didn't seem she would stop any time soon, so he voiced his own query through the pain.
"And you Mistress? Are you happy?"
She clamped down on his nuts with a stern grip, squeezing them firmly.
"I gave you no permission to speak. But for the record... I've never been happier."
He sucked in cool breaths between pained groans. Jake bit his tongue as she assaulted him without mercy. "Then my decision was the right one. It was all worth it."
Anastasia released him abruptly. "Not that your judgment matters, or will matter ever again, but you should withhold it for now. We've only begun, slave."
She tossed a blanket over his bound form before rolling over and wrapping herself in her own duvet.
"Goodnight, bitch."
"Goodnight, Mistress."
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