NOTE: This story is heavily based on true events (the odd embellishment or name change!) and it is an experience that I will never forget. The whole story is long but certainly worth the read, if you are a fan of all things femdom/humiliation.
I was sat in the University Library one evening with my heart racing. I had an exam the next day but that was the last thing on my mind.
To anyone else that was still sitting in the library it would look like I was quietly trying to get on with my work- studying hard- but the truth was actually quite shocking. I had just messaged a dominatrix, with whom I had been speaking for two weeks, and I was waiting for her to respond to let me know what time I would be seeing her. Today. I had never done anything like this before and I didn’t know anyone who had ever talked about doing it but I had seen enough female domination and BDSM porn to know that this was a true kink of mine. One that I was never going to fulfil if I didn’t try it.
I whimsically flicked between pages in the book that I had in front me to pass the time. The words were not in focus to me, in my heightened state of excitement. Was I being too suspicious – looking shifty? Surely not, there’s no way on Earth that anyone could possibly know what I was actually waiting for.
Then, my phone vibrated with a single, short buzz on the wooden table. It sounded deafeningly loud to me. But it was a false alarm: a message from someone else. I started to put my phone back onto the table when it vibrated again, still in my hand. With a mixture of fear, excitement, elation and anxiety I turned it over and saw the message…
“I’m available at 11:30. My domme friend is here too and we both want some fun. It is going to cost you more but you are going to have the most memorable few hours of your life, you pathetic slave. Mistress Anna.”
My erection strained against the chastity cage I was wearing under my jeans. It was 10:45 now! I hurriedly typed a message back, which took an inordinate amount of time as my shaking hands made several typos…
“Thank you Mistress, I’m on the way. And you are both happy with the sort of session we discussed, yes?”
“Yes, most certainly. We have some shocking things planned for you. Better hurry.”
Before I had finished typing the message my body had automatically begun putting my belongings into my bag. I felt sick but so incredibly excited.
I hurried out to my car, my erection still throbbing against the cage I was wearing. Scrambling for my keys I got into the car, turned the radio off and quickly glanced in the mirror in silence. I thought about the email I had sent to Mistress Anna, explaining my fetishes, one week prior and what was in store for me. I knew it was a terrible idea but I wasn’t in control any more. I pulled away and made my way to the address Mistress Anna had sent me, which was a five minute drive away.
In total silence I drove, considering whether to turn around and go back. And yet I continued to drive toward the address. Perhaps it was curiosity or perhaps it was the fact that I had been in a chastity cage for one whole week (with the exception of taking it off to wash!) and would do anything to have a sexual thrill. Probably the latter…
I pulled up on the road outside the address I had been given. There were a lot of cars and the neighbourhood, which was close to central London, was quiet. It was pitch black yet surprisingly warm for late spring. There were tall, imposing, victorian-era terraced houses towering over both sides of the street.
I took money out of my wallet and put it in my pocket. I also grabbed my mobile phone but left everything else in the car.
I opened the boot (trunk) of the car and grabbed a backpack – not the one I had taken to university but a different backpack I had prepared for tonight. I locked the car and walked up a few steps to the front door. I pressed the top doorbell and waited. The door was buzzed open but no one said a word on the intercom.
I entered the building and I was met with the strong smell of marijuana, which I found displeasing. The common areas and stairwell were also a mess, with some graffiti on the walls, and very poorly lit to the point that it was almost pitch black. The interior was certainly not befitting of the street that the building sat on.
Suddenly what I was doing felt real… and dangerous. How did I know what I was actually walking into? I made my way up the stairwell to apartment 4, almost entirely on autopilot, and I timidly knocked on the door. I was in a trance. As the door opened a glow of yellow light filled the hallway that I was in and I was greeted by a figure…
My throat was dry as I looked at the imposing figure standing in the door way. Mistress Anna was dressed in a black, short, shiny PVC dress, jet black hair and black platform high heels. Similar to Jean Bardot, if you are familiar. Underneath it all her skin was porcelain and flawless; her body balıkesir seks hikayeleri distinctly feminine. Her pictures from the website we met on did not do her justice (though they did not show her face). She was strikingly erotic and her posture and expression showed that she was a strict mistress. In that moment I admired how someone could have such a commanding yet beautiful and erotic presence simply by standing in a doorway.
She was also probably in her mid-30s; with me in my early 20s I really did feel the need to submit.
“Come on in… close the door behind you.” she said, in a playful voice, barely noting my arrival and turning around to walk back into the apartment. I cautiously entered the apartment, which was a much nicer space than the communal area and closed the door gently. The apartment was well lit and I felt exposed, particularly given that I could not hide my face in any way. Immediately I felt a mixture of excitement, shame and embarrassment given that I had sent this goddess an email telling her my most extreme fetishes and desires. In one very specific way this stranger knew me better than anyone else did.
“You’re in trouble now!” said a different, sing-song voice from the next room. I felt a shiver run down my spine. Mistress Anna turned to face me and said “We have been reading your email and coming up with some wonderful ideas of how to humiliate you for the past few hours. You sent across so many good ideas but we really wanted to surprise you.” I laughed nervously. “It’s always funny how men are so shy when you meet them in person to talk about their fantasies.” she remarked. She continued “With such…out there… ideas I’m surprised at how young and handsome you are. Most men only get so depraved when they are old and not able to enjoy normal female attention any more. Such a shame that you probably don’t have the manhood to take charge so you like to be dominated, right?” I nodded and quietly uttered “Yes, exactly mistress.”
“Let’s sort our tribute out first” she said. I pulled out the cash I had removed from my wallet and handed it to her, already counted. She didn’t check the amount, which I presume was because she knew that I would not try to disobey. “Good. So have you come from very far?”
“I’m in London for the weekend.” I replied. That was true, as I travelled to London for the weekends for the course I was on. We chatted generally for a few moments and my nerves began to relax. Mistress Anna did not smile but nonetheless she did not seem cold. Stern was the right word. “Ok, let’s not keep Mistress Jessica waiting…” said Mistress Anna as nodded to the next room. She walked through and I followed her to the bedroom.
“He-llo!” said Mistress Jessica, who was sat on the bed. She was dressed in a red PVC dress and matching platform heels with long flowing brown hair and some blonde highlights. She was unbelievably attractive and a little younger than Mistress Anna – perhaps in her mid to late 20s. She resembled a girl that I had a crush on in school. Immediately any relaxation went away and I was nervous again.
Mistress Anna, now stood behind me as I stood unashamedly staring at Mistress Jessica, leaned in to whisper in my ear “You know, we could forget all about the kinky stuff you want to do and you could just fuck Mistress Jessica.” I gasped, loud enough that both Mistresses could hear. They both burst into laughter. “Most men deserve to taste some perfection in their pathetic little lives. If your penis can be unlocked and bigger than this pen in 30 seconds…” Mistress Anna waved a normal sized pen in front of me. “… then you can have Mistress Jessica. For all of the two minutes that you’ll last!”
“Ok” I said. I was thinking primarily and I really did want to just fuck this incredible woman in front of me. This was going to be an easy win, I thought…
Mistress Jessica smiled at me mischievously as Mistress Anna swiftly and authoritatively grabbed my belt, unfastened it and pulled down my pants. She grabbed the key to the chastity belt (which had been posted to her a week prior) and unlocked my cock. She expertly removed the cock cage and my penis was exposed to both of them. My cock is certainly a ‘grower’ rather than a ‘shower’ and despite the fact that I was probably the most turned on that I had ever been in my life I was not hard, or even semi hard. I was completely flaccid and two inches long at best. With my pubic hair shaved, as it was, and my penis being cut (which is unusual in the UK), the sight was obviously quite hilarious to the two Mistresses. They stifled their laughter until 30 seconds had passed. I had just continued to shrink away from their challenge. I knew that I was average sized when hard but that was of no consolation now.
Composing herself, Mistress Jessica taunted me “Too bad! But we knew you would fail… Now undress yourself. Me and Mistress Jessica are going to get a glass of wine each and when we come back we expect you to be all set up”. “Ok Mistresses” I replied, knowing that this meant I should open the bag I had brought with me and prepare to humiliated in all the ways I wanted to be.
I set up my phone on a small camera stand I had brought with me in the bag, positioning it on a cabinet in the corner of the room to capture all of the coming excitement. If I was going to do this I wanted to be able to relive the moment.
I turned to the bag once more and pulled out a small black gym bag. I removed a purchase made a few days ago on the internet – some clear platform stripper heels (Pleaser brand, if you are familiar) which had a platform of at last 4 inches and a heel of around 10 inches. I sat on the floor and put the heels on – I am not a classic crossdresser per se but I enjoy the emasculation of wearing high heels without being in full women’s clothing. My email to the mistress(es) did not mention that I liked to wear heels so that I could see the surprise on their faces when they saw me.
Now naked, I stuffed all of my clothes into the bag I had brought and zipped it up. I stumbled to my feet in the heels, walked across the room and put the bag out of the way. I walked back to my phone and checked the angle of the camera. It was perfect to capture everything. I could faintly hear the two mistresses outside of the room speaking to each other all the while.
Finally I knelt in the middle of the room and waited with a small bead of nervous sweat running down my forehead. After what seemed like an eternity – but was actually a minute at the most- I heard the noise of two pairs of high heels clacking on the floor outside of the room. The door opened and both mistresses entered. My cock was visibly throbbing and purple, now at its full size.
As Mistress Anna walked toward me Mistress Jessica closed the door. I was shaking with fear and thrill in equal measure. Mistress Anna caught sight of the platform heels I was wearing and smiled. “Mistress Jessica, have you seen this…?” Mistress Jessica looked over and her smiled turned into some stifled laughter. “Wow, you kept that quiet didn’t you!” Their reactions excited me. “…and look, your little penis is a bit bigger now! It’s a shame that didn’t happen earlier!” Mistress Jessica teased.
Without warning, Mistress Anna kicked me in the balls. I grunted – clearly they both knew I was enjoying the pain. “Oh and if you’re going to record this, we have a condition. You have to let us both have a copy so that we can put the video on our domme profiles online.” I nodded eagerly, thrilled at the thought.
My nerves had disappeared – with her swift kick to my cock Mistress Anna had changed the mood from being quite amicable to being a situation where I was clearly not in control and where, with my previous email as a basis, I was going to be made to experience all of the most erotic and humiliating experiences I could imagine. Or so I thought…
Mistress Anna sat on the bed and Mistress Jessica joined her. I was still knelt, with my hands behind my back. “Ok, time to worship our shoes.” I loved that they didn’t have to resort to calling me a ‘fucking worm’ or any other cringey female domination talking; their presence was enough to make me submit. I crawled over, eyes fixed on their perfectly pedicured feet and toes and I started to kiss their shoes. I worked my way up to Mistress Jessica’s feet and started to kiss her toes. “You aren’t allowed to do that yet I’m afraid”. I grunted in dissatisfaction – she tasted so good – but I dutifully carried on worship their shoes. “Obviously you like shoes like this!” Mistress Jessica remarked. With Mistress Anna’s heel in my mouth I grunted in agreement. They sniggered.
“You can move up to our feet now slave” Mistress Anna said gently. “Slide our shoes off.” I did what they asked. With four perfect feet just inches from my face i leaned in to wrap my mouth around either Mistress’s foot. “Before you do that, you’re going to answer a few questions.” I stopped, not wanting to disobey.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” Mistress Anna remarked. I stopped and glanced up. “No lying now!” I looked back down. In my trance I had pushed my normal life to the back of my mind so that i could do something as wild as this – my girlfriend, perfect in almost every way, was not the sort of person that liked to be dominant; in fact, she liked to be dominated and wanted a man that could do that. I had snapped out of my trance momentarily.
“Yes” I said gently.
“Imagine if she could see you now. It’s so disgusting when men like you do things like this…” Mistress Jessica said. Her tone indicated that she was genuinely angered. “The sad lonely ones I can understand.”
I tried to get out the words to justify my reason for being there. Mistress Anna leaned down and grabbed me by the neck. “You don’t need to justify yourself to us” she said, sternly. “We are going to punish you accordingly. Tell us, have you ever cheated?” I looked deeply into Mistress Anna’s dark blue eyes as my pulse raced. “Yes I have” I said. It was true but I felt no reason to offer an explanation – in truth there were a lot of factors behind that fact – but kneeled naked and being so utterly humiliated anyway I felt that there was no more judgement that could be passed on me.
“We won’t be going easy on you. We enjoy punishing those who deserve it – we are alpha feminists! Get back to worshipping our feet.” Mistress Anna said.
“And you’re going to do everything we say, not because we will force you but because if you want to cum at the end of it you will need to. As you’ve been in chastity for one week you won’t be able to help but obey.” Mistress Jessica added. She was certainly right, I thought, as I continued to fondle her toes in my mouth with my tongue.
“Enough of that, lay on the bed” Mistress Anna said. The tone of her voice had gone from slightly pleasant on my initial arrival to deep and quite sinister now.
Both Mistresses then grabbed restraints, already in place under the mattress, and proceeded to tie me up to the bed, each limb spread out. I was thrilled but quite scared, on the basis of their words, that I was about to be made to suffer. But what an excitement. I was gagged with a piece of cloth as I laid there. My email to Mistress Anna was being departed from.
Once I was tied down Mistress Anna looked at Mistress Jessica and said “What now?”
“I think we should cut his dick off…” Mistress Jessica said, in a serious tone. Having originally been the less intimidating of the two I was soon equally afraid of both mistresses. “I’ll get the knife” she said, as she got up from the bed and left the room.
She couldn’t be serious, could she? I looked at Mistress Anna who was looking at me with an incensed expression, like I was a pet that had made a mess on the floor. Her face appeared to be serious. I immediately started to sweat profusely as I heard Mistress Jessica’s shoes clacking on the floor, approaching.
She had a knife in her hand. Not a kitchen knife; rather, a large combat knife. My eyes bulged in horror. Amazingly, my cock swelled with excitement as she approached and placed the knife at the base of my cock. ‘Let’s make you a girl, hope you don’t bleed out!” Mistress Jessica said as she pulled back the knife, gesturing that she was going to cut it off. I struggled as much as I could, screaming as much as my gag would allow me but I knew that it was no use. I closed my eyes and grimaced.
They both burst into immediate laughter. I opened my eyes and saw then looking at each other, each clearly entertained by my fear.
“Got you” Mistress Jessica said, playfully. “We wouldn’t do that – imagine the mess!”
I exhaled heavily, in relief. Mistress Anna then passed Mistress Jessica some lube. “Lube him up dear, let’s get him hypnotised by his own pleasure.”
Then Mistress Jessica, with a hand covered in lube, very gently and loosely ran her grip down the shaft of my cock. I shuddered in utter joy. It had been a week since I had been touched, by me or otherwise, and the burning pleasure was elating.
Mistress Jessica continued to gently stroke me while I throbbed. Mistress Anna leaned in to whisper in my ear once more.
“I think you like to be humiliated and exposed don’t you?”
I nodded very keenly. I was fully turned on and thinking only with my urges.
“Well… I have an idea. The first thing I need to tell you is that you will be allowed to cum if you follow our instructions but you will be forced to eat your cum once you explode.”
“Mm-hmm” I grunted.
“That wasn’t a question” Mistress Anna retorted. “Now… Mistress Jessica has an apartment that is just around the corner. She is going to leave now. She will be taking all of your belongings with her, once she has… covered up a bit. I will keeping edging you. You will then go to Mistress Jessica apartment to finish our session and cum.” Mistress Anna and Mistress Jessica looked at each other knowingly.
“Any questions?” Mistress Jessica asked, gently moving my gag out of the way.
“How will I get there?” I asked, assuming that i had missed some detail in my state of mania.
“You will walk. As you are dressed now…” Mistress Anna chuckled. “Well, I say dressed…”.
“But there are people outside!” I said. “What if I’m seen?”
“So what?” Mistress Anna and Mistress Jessica responded at the same time. “You enjoy being exposed! Look at how much you are throbbing…”
Apparently they were right. My cock, still in Mistress Jessica’s grip, was now throbbing and more purple than ever. Mistress Jessica removed her hand from my cock and left the room. Mistress Anna then took over, with a much harsher grip. She looked at me intensely, again with an expression that made me think I was doing something to make her angry. Like a headmistress disciplining a student.
I heard the door open and Mistress Jessica said “See you in a minute!” reaching in to grab the bag with all of my belongings. She even placed my phone into the bag. “Yes dear’ responded Mistress Anna.