“The sting was an intoxicating dichotomy of pleasurable pain.”

Mistress Black Rose, Double Entendre

The skin on my butt was still throbbing and I was having trouble sitting without pain. Even almost a day after mistress had pounded me so hard, I could still feel the heat of her blows on my taut cheeks. She really had given me nothing, but treated me like a worthless little girl. I was not so much frightened by the fact that she had done it, but rather that I had allowed it. Without resistance, I gave myself to this woman and let one humiliation after another wash over me. Even worse, I had enjoyed it and actively offered myself to her. Why the lust had crawled into my limbs and enchanted me so, I don't know even today.

Gladly I wanted to persuade myself that it had to do with the influence, which she used with me constantly. But she said it herself: Without the consent of my subconscious, it was not possible to let me do such things. The fact that some of her practices felt so good was proof that she wasn't lying. I couldn't fool myself. I was secretly attracted to my mistress' dominant ways and enjoyed being her submissive bitch. It was so confusing.

And that's exactly what kept me going all day. My thoughts constantly circled around the doubts about my person, which the last experiences had triggered in me. What kind of person was I? I had not been able to discover a submissive vein in me until now, it was a completely new side to my person. Something unknown that I preferred to hide, even from myself. I was shocked by what mistress had done to me and I was ashamed of how much I had enjoyed it in the end.

My reddened bottom bore witness to the savage treatment by the attractive woman and yet I felt the excitement of seeing her again tonight. The experiences with mistress were undoubtedly exciting and even far too arousing for my taste. When I imagined being with her and what dirty, wicked things she would do to me, my heart beat faster. And between my legs I felt my impure arousal. I was so ashamed. But my thoughts were constantly circling around her. I had never felt sexually attracted to women before. Why did I find mistress so irresistible?

Of course, I made the decision to defend myself against her next time and not to accept her humiliating practices without further ado. After all, I also had something like dignity, which she had to accept. Nevertheless, I was not sure whether I would risk a direct confrontation with her. In any case, if the desire germinated again in me and she subdued me with her attractive dominance. These doubts in me had left me brooding all day. The fact that even now I couldn't tell if I could hold a candle to her worried me deeply. Once again I thought about the words with which she had chained me again last night and sent me to sleep:

"How was that little taste, my dirty priestess? You can expect more of that in the future. Somehow your deity and the clergy don't seem to think very much of you. But maybe you have more in you. More than just foolishly following some moronic religion. And in the end to be sold for your incompetence. At least that won't happen to you with me. But let me tell you, the whole vanilla sex stuff is repugnant to me, and when I look at your pretty face, it's the same for you. Soon I'll be exploring your boundaries further, and be sure to expand. You are my little three-hole mare, don't forget that! I'll see you tomorrow at seven, my little piglet!"

I couldn't figure out her words, but I kept thinking about them anyway, even though I had resolved to do the opposite. I couldn't fool myself: Mistress had me in the palm of her hand. Her charismatic demeanor and all-surpassing dominance were hopelessly superior to me. Logically, we had an entirely twisted relationship that was anything but eye-to-eye. Nonetheless, another deep part of me was drawn to her. Her raw dominance was a source of instinctive attraction for that segment of my mind, and I could not fight it. Her words about my deity hurt. Especially after she had proven to me and Sir Wyatt how we had been betrayed.

Between my thighs and deep in the throbbing heat of my buttocks I already felt a slight stirring again, thinking back to the evening when she had ridden me for the first time. Not long now and mistress would be here again and make me moan with her mysterious aura. Far too often I caught myself looking longingly at the sun and watching the shadows wander.

I did everything I could to drive mistress out of my thoughts. At the same time, I should only have admitted to myself that she had long since conquered them. Incessantly they circled around her person and the delights she had given me. My body had already lost the fight against her before she had even begun. A small part of me already knew that, because deep inside of me sprouted the thrill of the wantonness that she would soon give me.

"Good evening, eager little piglet," a dazzling mistress greeted me. She entered before I could say anything in return and took off her heavy leather coat. It didn't escape me that Mariette had brought a small briefcase, which she clutched with her right hand. Mariette, the little slut, was at mistress's service every day. In every way, shape and form. And she was often near or involved when mistress was indulging her carnal desires. I must confess, I became envious when I saw Mariette. Unlike me, she was not enslaved and gave herself to mistress willingly. More and more often I found myself wanting to be like Mariette.

Since mistress had fornicated with me the first time, she extended my morning toilet. Together with the slave girls Virga and Constie my dirty place was rinsed out. According to Mariette, this was an enema. I can't for the life of me say what was more horrible for me. The feeling of being filled to bursting, the other slave girls watching, the humiliation of my release or that mistress always rubbed me to climax and then stopped just before. This morning I started begging to be allowed to come. Feels so strange. I was chaste and pure until my enslavement. But now I was so wanton naughty.

I tried to suppress my inner tension. But it didn't help, because my heart was pounding loud and fast in my chest. Surely mistress would also hear the agitated pumping as soon as she came closer to me.

Surprisingly, mistress simply walked past me and left me standing in the room. Puzzled, I watched her for a few moments before my head started working again, admonishing me to follow her. She was already waiting for me in her chambers and gestured me to take a seat on the couch. I sat down in the exact place where she had made me whimper not long ago and followed her words attentively.

"Surely I don't have to tell you that you are about to embark on a life-changing experience, you will have figured that out for yourself by now. Together with me, you will embark on a journey that will take you beyond the limits of your personality and reveal completely new aspects of your character. The influence is just a little psychological trick to make it easier for you, Evelyn," she informed me as she had her leather briefcase placed on the floor and then stepped directly in front of me.

Her mysterious emerald eyes looked deep into my soul. A voice inside me admonished me not to avoid her piercing gaze and to obey without resistance. It was difficult, but I withstood her stare. Her eyes shrank in time to two small black dots and I blanked out everything around me. Even my thoughts fell silent and I only heard her sonorous voice as a heavy droning in my head.

 "You're going to be my little slut tonight and you're going to let me do everything to you! Your limbs relax and you lose control of your body. When I say so, you can move again and take care of my lust. But before that, you will lie still and offer no resistance, even though the sensations may be strange to you. You want to submit to me. It makes you hot when I humiliate you. Your whole being revolves around submitting to me. Put aside all misgivings and surrender to your lust. Obey all orders from me. Do not think about what others or yourself might think of you, but just let it happen! Be a good, obedient girl. Enjoy the pleasure that I prepare for you! Be obedient. Today you will be my little piggy! Obey every word. Submit. You feel joy submitting to me. Do not resist. Resistance is futile." 

When I was back to myself, I felt a sweet pain on my cheek, but couldn't remember it or even move. She pushed me into the soft cushions of the sofa and I sank onto it without resistance. I could not even bring simple words out of my mouth! It was as she had said! My mind obeyed her commands and denied me control over my body. I could only watch Mistress helplessly as she opened her leather bag and took out some whimsical items.

Mistress took my collar off again. I was free again. Astonished, I waited expectantly for what would happen to me.

I was only able to catch a few tentative glimpses of what she had brought, as she was careful not to show them to me too obviously yet. Only when she turned to me to put on the first object, I saw what she had brought me. In her hands she held, as if in mockery, a pig's nose with black leather cords, which she now tried to tie around my head.  The pink snout placed mistress directly on my nose and she visibly had trouble not to laugh off immediately. She wrapped the strap around my head and pulled the leather strap tight to fix the humiliating mask in place.

When she finished, she began to run her hands over my body, feeling the curves hidden beneath the clothes. Once her fingers moved to my breasts, I couldn't help but moan out loud. The mask on my face gave a nasal note to my moaning and I paused in shame right after.

"No need to be embarrassed, piglet. Tonight you're my little piggy, Evelyn," Mistress quipped gleefully. "You're just a real pet!"

Her hands now grabbed roughly and pulled the fabric from my body. She ripped the blouse in two. I tried to resist, but it was no use. My breasts now lay defenseless at her feet I wanted to do nothing about it. But Mistress didn't stop with my sultry mounds, but immediately set about nibbling at my skirt and feeling the delights underneath. Her fingers penetrated the waistband of the garment, so that only the thin fabric of my panties stood between her and the irritated cleft. Again she began to get rid of the annoying obstacle and to expose me raw. Mistress removed both the skirt and the panties from me with greedy urging, so that I lay completely naked and defenseless on the couch in front of her.

With all my might of will I tried to move, but the endeavor was futile. I had to watch as mistress tampered with my body. She caressed the curves that seemed to lie so willingly before her. Her hand wandered along my hip upwards and then stroked over the mounds of my breasts. Only very gently she touched my skin and made me shiver with her surprisingly gentle gestures. The play of her fingers almost seemed like a sensual tickling, which gave me a pleasurable tension inside. Then, quite unexpectedly, she gave me a certain slap on my breasts, which made my naughty mounds tremble violently. They were still bobbing a bit when mistress turned away from me and rummaged in her bag again.

She took out a little pot and another pink object which made my eyes wide. In her right hand she had a slippery liquid and in her other hand she had some sort of curly tail. Now her words made sense and I realized what she was trying to do to me. The piggish rear end was a plug she was planning to insert into me! I tried to shift restlessly back and forth, protecting my exposed pelvis, but to no avail. None of my limbs made even the slightest motion, but I just lay there still, waiting for mistress to continue her perverted game. I was simultaneously disgusted with myself and aching to surrender so filthily.

"This may be a little uncomfortable for you at first, but trust me, it's worth it!" she informed me before setting about massaging the lips of my cleft with her fingers. The tips first circled around my pearl to make me feel arousing heat. Then her naughty helpers moved first to my hole and then down to another temptation. Oh, Mistress, you make me so horny. Please don't stop.

I felt a gentle pressure on my rosebud and moaned out a mixture of pleasure and tension. The play of her finger was so naughty and arousing at the same time. I felt her urging on the entrance to my ass and could only give myself to her willingly. With every touch of the tender hole down there, electrifying pulses of lightning flashed through me and made my pelvis quiver internally. Mistress noticed nothing of all this, because my body still lay there quietly and endured her lewd advances. Suddenly a cool liquid covered my rosebud and her finger generously spread the lube on my twitching hole. Gods. It felt so good. Naughty.

"A slut like you wants to be well lubricated! Now you're going to be a piglet for good. I hope you enjoy it, Evelyn!" she announced her next move to me, as if I could have actually done anything about it. Or would. If the feeling between my legs meant anything, it meant I was leaking with horniness.

She slowly guided the curly tail to my ass and I felt the plug pressing hard against my tight gate. Mistress pressed the part against my rosebud, which only grudgingly gave up its resistance. Nevertheless, she kept the upper hand, because her strength did not let up, while my exhausted butt hole opened wider and wider, yielding to the pink object. Finally, the plug passed my throbbing ring and entered the tightest domain of my body. Every little bit of its advance filled me with the burning heat of a sweet pain. I cried out loudly a few times, but the sounds from my mouth, thanks to the pig's nose, sounded only like a miserable grunt that amused mistress.

"Yes, piggy. Squeal real loud while you get your ass filled. There, done. Now you really look like a real pet! I'm proud of you, piglet!"

I had no reason to be proud of her, because I really made a pathetic impression. With the much too tight pig nose in my face and the curly tail in her ass, I lay helplessly in front of her and had to endure her humiliations. I scolded myself for even looking forward to this meeting earlier that day. Mistress taught me better, because this was nothing but pure mockery. I felt her grab my hips and roughly turn me around so that I bent over on my knees in front of her on the sofa and willingly presented my little cock to her. The plug throbbed incessantly in my much too tight hole, making my entire butt glow with sweet pain.

I could not look behind, but had only to listen passively as she loosened her belt and pants and exposed herself. Before I could puzzle over what would happen next, mistress had already grabbed my wrist and brought it behind my back. Decidedly mistress pulled my other arm back as well and put my hands over my back, where she also fixed the other joint. A feeling of being completely at her mercy, as my arms were folded behind my back and trapped there in the iron grip of myself.

"There, I think you're done. I want my little piglet to get her money's worth, of course, so you can move again. Your arms stay behind your back," she said in the same sonorous voice as before. Mistress snapped her fingers once and the tension in my limbs released. I regained control of my body and could move freely again. That is, as well as my arms behind my back and my lascivious posture allowed.

Before I could once again break out in self-pity over my filthy appearance, I felt Mistress's hard cock pushing against my velvety opening. Surprised, I yelped, because I had not expected her rapid penetration. The bulging tip pushed my cleft apart and invaded my warm hole, which was unfortunately already quite wet to my dismay. She thrust powerfully a few times and again gave me that intense feeling of heat between my thighs. This time the sensations were even more insistent, because each thrust also made the plug between my cheeks vibrate. When her thick shaft plunged into me, it became tight in my pelvis and the various parts in my holes fought for supremacy.

This lewd contest massaged my cavities in an incredible manner. Each of her thrusts made my blood surge and gave me no quarter. My body tensed again with each impact and I quickened the panting breath of my mouth. The strange pig's nose narrowed my field of vision, but with each further penetration of her heavenly man-made cock, this mocking mask seemed to become more and more a part of me. I was Mistress's little piglet, wanting to be tamed with raw thrusts. The sensation of my depravity made my heart sing.

Her loins, wet with sweat, clashed against the soft cheeks of my buttocks and made them bounce. Steadily faster her powerful tip spread the tight hole of my pleasure grotto and gave me alternately heat and cold. Whenever her tip met resistance deep inside me, I couldn't help but howl loudly. I enjoyed it when my petite body quivered under the brutal force of her desire and her animalistic driving brought my two holes almost to bursting.

Mistress's slender, strong hands had wrapped tightly around my wrists and fixed my arms behind my back. So she could thrust harder and take me even more violently. She rode her piggy rough and I had trouble screaming out the pleasure appropriately. In violent waves the ecstasy piled up inside me and denied me any conscious thought. I felt only the in and out in my body. I enjoyed, the squeezing tightness in my ass and the filling pressure of her expanded trunk inside me.

"You like that, don't you, Evelyn?" her voice rang out behind me. "I'll tame the wild piglet in you yet, you little bitch!"

A rich smack on my butt showed me how serious she was. I squealed greedily and willingly accepted the next of her blows as well. A fire of sweet pain flashed through my butt and made the little cock in it stand out even more intensely. It was as if the plug vibrated through each of her well-aimed blows. Again and again she chastised my filthy ass and gave me what I desired. Each thrust of her thick punisher was now accompanied by the deliberate play of her hand, which only increased my lust. I struggled to keep my trembling knees upright as each of my legs quivered under her unstoppable force.

"That's how I like it! Now you really look like true piglet. Your butt is just the right color! Go on, squeal again for me to pick up your daily portion of cock!" Mistress ordered me.

Her hand buried itself vehemently in my hair and seized the leather strap that fixed my mask. She pulled violently on it and roughly yanked my head back. The pig's nose pressed against my face and squeezed against my wet cheeks. Meanwhile, she began to thrust even more roughly into me, filling my hole all the way. I couldn't help but moan in surprise. I followed her instruction and squealed like a pig impaled by her hard cock. Mistress audibly enjoyed my humiliation as she too was now panting with pleasure. A sense of pride flowed through me as I listened to Mistress' arousal.

Her hand still had a firm grip on the leather strap and my now sweaty hair, while she incessantly hammered her ass strap into my reddened pleasure grotto. The humiliating spectacle excited me endlessly. The cooling sweat on my skin beaded down on me or was thrown into the air by the hard impact of her pelvis on my buttocks reddened by her blows. Each thrust pushed the flesh in my pelvis apart and intensified the squeezing tightness of the ring-tailed plug in my ass. Her hand pulled violently on my hair and yanked me backward along with the pig nose on my face, making my used body arch up under Mistress's brutal force.

One ecstatic shiver after the next ran through my insides and let the climax come unwaveringly closer. Notwithstanding, it was not only the animalistic force with which she took my delicate body that was responsible for this. No, it was much more than that. What most aroused me was the pure dominance with which she made me submissive in my psyche and degraded me to her pet. I was Mistress's submissive slut and her actions left no doubt for a second that she was fully convinced of that. And I would not disagree. It felt like my calling.

Mistress only considered me her submissive fuck and I was ready to believe her take on things myself. I could only squeal loudly for her and let her humiliations wash over me with ever increasing ecstasy. She fucked me into a state of perfect otherworldliness, in which my mind lingered while she used my scolded body to give herself satisfaction. Her dominant uncompromisingness thrilled me in a way I had never known before. And just that was completely creepy to me. Never would I have thought or even suspected how much it turned me on to serve submissively and for her satisfaction.

This submissive side of me, which I had discovered only through Mistress in me, came out again under her hard thrusts and the rough slaps. While she roughly grabbed my taunting pig mask and dragged my body backwards, I could only whimper in front of her, drenched in sweat, and squeal out my rising lust bashfully. My limbs were completely at her mercy and I was her little fuck mare covered in tears.

As if to prove it, Mistress's confident hand encircled my neck and gripped tightly. At first I was breathless with surprise, but then I managed a strained panting. Her grip left just enough air for me to moan out the pleasure caused by her hard cock.

"That's much better, Evelyn! I almost couldn't stand your squealing anymore, you little piggy! Your pathetic moans are making my dick shrivel!" she said as she took a deep breath of her own. In order to give her words the necessary kick, she slapped my reddened mounds with the curly tail in their middle with her free hand.

Her powerful blow made my whole ass quiver and shook vigorously the plug inside me. The wild twitching did not want to stop at all, but expanded into an intense pulsation that increased my pleasure more and more. I tried to squeal out the ecstasy inside me, but it did not succeed. The curly tail and Mistress's thick throb both pulsed inside me, massaging my walls. Between the pink plug and the artificial privates, my tender pelvis was penetrated so violently that the tension starting there began to break way.

It was probably a kind of self-protection in view of the unbridled lust in me. If my body did not come now, the ecstasy would be too much for my nerves. Already I felt the waves of delight rising in me, which announced my incredibly intense climax. Mistress's bulging spearhead continued to push into my tight cleft without pause, only intensifying the all-consuming heat in my muscles. Just as I had consciously realized it, I was also about to come.

A gush of more tears came from my wet eyes and beaded down my cheeks as I came with a loud cry. My bound body reared up with the force of lust, making even the surprised Mistress squirm. The insides of my crevice contracted violently. The constricted slit tightened around her hard cock. My climax brought my Mistress to a triumphant moan. I felt the heat in my pelvis rising to a veritable flame of ecstasy that wanted to spill out of my thighs. Before I could stop it, a gush of hot love juice poured out of my entrained pussy and splashed against Mistress's lower body, running unnoticed by me down her thighs as well.

I could only feel in disbelief the violent pulling in me, which catapulted one jet after the other out of me and soaked me and my Mistress. Meanwhile, thousands of lightning bolts flashed through my body and discharged in an all-destroying storm of desire. The outside world was swept away for a moment and I could only feel the sensations of my body. I enjoyed the contracting muscles in my pelvis, brutally squeezing out my juice to give me relief from the tension in my limbs. I felt the pleasant wetness of the sweat on my skin.  

The last thrusts of my Mistress made me feel her rod hard once again and vibrate the curly cock in my ass violently. Just before Mistress reached her climax, I felt a nasty tug on my rosebud. The filling plug inside was slowly pulled out of me, widening the tight maw that had closed around the ringtail.

"You little slut don't deserve to have me cum in your pussy! I'd rather fuck your tight ass! Your gaping asshole is lusting for my cock!" announced Mistress behind me.

The brutal pulling on the pink tail showed success and the plug came out of my wide open hole with a loud smacking sound. The sweet pain back there prolonged my climax and I floated away on a cloud of pleasure and torment. Before my twitching butthole could close again, Mistress's cock pushed into the dark abyss.

Just as the tight ring had closed around her plump tip, I heard my dominant Mistress come behind me with a moan of pleasure. Her loins soaked by my sweet-smelling juices had not managed to completely overcome the resistance of my eager asshole.

The tip of her hard cock moved fiercely during her climax, rhythmically widening my rear entrance. The pain of her rapid penetration was like my climax already subsiding, while my Mistress demonstrated once again who held the scepter in her hand.

Finally, she too came to rest. The twitching man-made cock calmed down. Her spear slowly disengaged from my ass, allowing the feeling of being filled slowly to disappear. Still holding my hands clasped behind my back, I fell into the soft cushions of the sofa as my body gave way. With tears streaming down my face, I lay happily whimpering in front of Mistress, feeling my juices flow out of me and the liquid flow down my ass. I struggled for air and slowly came back to my senses. The intense tremors of my orgasm subsided only slowly and I felt a tiny pang of shame and humiliation. And yet there was also this regret that it was over. I imagined how it must feel when Mistress squirted in my ass. Filled me to the brim.

At the same time I was still excited without end and wanted to feel her hard cock in me again. While I just lay there exhausted and watched as she loosened my arms and released my hands, I realized that I had finally fallen for her. Mistress's superiority had completely captivated me. My body soaked with bodily fluids was testimony to my submission. I was sure that Mistress also knew that actually no more influence was necessary to take possession of me. Her natural dominance managed that all by itself.

I was still completely soaked on the couch while Mistress was about to leave. She put my collar back on and freed me from the tight grip of the mask.

"Let the little mask serve as a reminder to you. There are no animals among my slaves. Even when I put masks on them," she laughed with an amused expression.

She was already on her way out the door when she looked around once more and looked me straight in the face with her sparkling eyes. For a moment I thought she was going to take me again, but then she pointed to a corner behind me.

"I almost forgot, you've got me all worked up, Evelyn," Mistress said, and I saw Sir Wyatt standing there, obviously watching our lovemaking. His manhood raised steeply but otherwise silent. I could see that he had eyes only for our Mistress. 

With a grin on her lips, she walked away, leaving me with my eyes wide open. My breathing had quickened as I slowly realized that she had shown my humiliations to him and could show the perverted things she had done to me to everyone. And it filled me with pride.

It was clear to see how his privates began to shrink as our Mistress left the room. I didn't feel sorry for him, I knew he was happy to be with our Mistress, as I was.

Exhausted and satisfied, I slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Secretly I hoped to meet there the captivating eyes of my Mistress.

Nymus

idk, but atm r18 goes really well. Next is another short story and I´m trying a kind of netori r18. I don´t think it will work if Laura really tries to cuck someone. Means, I have to be creative.

I started to update my progress in my profile messages. Maybe interesting to check from time to time.