Every sub knows the most important rule, never, ever, fuck with the mistress. Follow her rules and all is sweet. Piss her off and you are most likely to find yourself, tied up, gagged and left wanting and needing. So here lies a tale of a very unruly sub, a sub who tried to top from the bottom.
On my return from a weekend rendezvous with Miss Straplee, I found my sub in a room surrounded by T-gurls, he was servicing their cocks, with come coating his lips. I was absolutely livid, he knew the rules, he knew whilst Miss Straplee and I were away he was to do his chores with Muscle Man and to keep the property clean and tidy. What I found was him at the back-end of the house, sucking cock.
He was so in engaged in the act, that he failed to do the necessary removal of our heels and the fetching of our slippers, so full of lust was he, that he did not see when Miss Straplee went in search of the notorious Silver Chair. He had gone too far, in all the of years of being my sub, my own personal fucking sub, Sub had clearly lost his mind.
Rarely do I speak to him in patois, rarely do I find the need to tell him about his self, but there and then, full of anger, full of rage. I kneeled down and whispered in a low, but firm tone “Tek your mouth off the cock, yuh hear mi”? I saw when he winced, I saw when he pleaded with me, as Miss Straplee and I sat him on the Silver Chair for our “Confess, or be punished” session.
I ordered the T-gurls to leave, speaking to them very quietly, so that Sub could not hear. I paid them and thanked them for their time, of course I set the whole thing up just so that I could punish Sub. Miss Straplee caught sight of the transaction and briskly joined me and moaned “Mmmm, Mistress Black, how wicked, how very, wicked of you”. And just as we were about to begin our punishment of Sub, in walked a rather petite black woman, wearing a black leather mini skirt and a bustier. She sighed, “So we meet at last Mistress Black, I’m Mistress Wicked Bytch”.
Miss Straplee smiled, and said “You are just what we need to join our alliance of black fetish mistresses”. Sub squirmed in the Silver Chair and his eyes and cock swelled with excitement. Mistress Wicked Bytch walked over to him and pinched his nipples, “So you must be Sub, nice little cocksucker aren’t you, what were you thinking, sucking off T-gurls in your mistress’s yard. Yuh brave, very brave. How come you didn’t fuck them with your cock? Why are you shaking, are you cold? Ladies, I think he needs warming up”.
Sub wriggled in his seat, Miss Straplee had obviously told Mistress Wicked Bytch about the warming up technique. Miss Straplee sat astride Sub and rubbed her cunt over his cock, Sub being extremely disobedient tried to free himself. For that alone, I gave him two forceful lashes from my whip, he sighed and motioned for me to remove the gag. But I wanted him to suffer a bit more, so I asked him:
“Did you enjoy sucking those cocks?”
He nodded.
“Were there better than my strap on?”
He nodded again.
“Do you want more?”.
He refused to answer, I repeated the question and still he refused to answer, until Mistress Wicked Bytch removed the gag and said “Answer the question, or no more cock for you”. He moaned “Yes, I want more cock, please give me more cock”.
Mistress Wicked Bytch, walked slowly to the main door and one by one, she let them in, men of all races, sizes and ages, they formed a line, stood their wanking their massive cocks, all wanting a piece of Sub’s arse. When the largest man in the group, asked for some lube, I almost felt sorry for Sub.
We sat and watched as his arse got fucked, we saw him gag on mouthfuls of cock and at one point, gasped as he took a rather long, sleek cock in his arse and still had the strength to take another, and another. When he had been used up, stretched, his mouth aching from sucking, his body drenched in come. We asked the men to bend over, while we then fucked them each at least twice.
Sweat poured from our faces and the room looked like a scene from our local fetish club. When all was quiet, and I was alone with Sub, when he was washed and clean. He sat at my feet and asked “Mistress, am I forgiven?” To which I answered “Not yet, you need to prove your worthiness”. He kissed my toes, and asked again “Mistress, am I forgiven?”. He rubbed oils on my back, caressed my nipples and cooked me the most scrumptious meal.
And when he went to sleep on the mat, with a thin blanket covering him, that’s when I saw him smile, and I knew that this sub, my Sub was most happy when he is punished…
