the Leathermines

The Dungeon was dark, except for the light coming from under the door from the hallway.  The slave could hear Her coming - the heels She wore clicked loudly on the concrete.  The slave could see Her shadow as the door unlocked and opened.  The silhouette of Her was breathtaking, but the slave put his face to the floor and waited.

The power was turned on in the room, the lights and various machines coming to life around the slave and he jumped as the small motor for the suspension popped to life.  The heels clicked around the room.  The slave tried to move to a more comfortable position but that attracted Her attention.  She stopped and the slave could not tell where she was or what she was doing.

His naked body was mostly on a blanket in the corner of the Dungeon, keeping the cold away, but his hands and face were on the cold concrete, waiting for Her to decide what to do with him that day.  The movement of a chair scraping along the concrete made the slave jump, twice.  He could feel his cock starting to move on it’s own, even though the slave tried to will his body to stop betraying him.

The command came.  “Come to me.”  So simple, yet the edge in Her voice made the slave move immediately.  He crawled towards the sound of the command, his face still towards the floor.  He could see Her black stilettos before him and he stopped.  His cock now pointed at his belly instead of the floor and he could hear the heartbeat in his chest become faster.

She moved around him, the click of Her heels the only other sound other than the rushing of blood to his head.  He could hear Her pick up something from the implement table and wanted to see what it was, but knew that to look was to be punished, and not in the way he desired.

She came back into range of his vision and stood there for a long time.  His knees were starting to hurt and his hands were cold, but he stayed as still as he could.

“Kneel.”

Moving as fast as he could without falling over, he did as She commanded.  He knelt with his legs parted wide, his cock swollen and upright and his hands resting palm up on his thighs, just like She preferred.  He had the fist real look at Her.

The heels, black and vicious, covered smooth feet with fine hose that went up and disappeared under a short leather skirt the shade of dried blood.  She had chosen not to wear a blouse that day, so Her black corset that held up Her ample breasts were out for him to see. A delicate drop of pearls wound around Her neck and matching earrings peeked out from under Her flowing brown hair.  He smiled at Her and Her restrained beauty.

She smiled back, Her well painted red lips matched the polish on Her fingers that were wrapped around a crop.  “A very good attitude today, slave.”  She tilted her head slightly and the smile expanded, making Her eyes twinkle.  “I appreciate it.”

The slave had to smile more, the look of happiness on his Mistress infectious.  Softly, he said, “Thank you, Mistress.”

“Shall we play today?”  She leaned against the implement table and ran the shaft of the crop in Her hand through Her fingers.  “I have the new crops at hand, right now.”

His back straightened up slightly.  “It would be my pleasure, Ma’am.”

One of Her eyebrows went up momentarily.   “Oh?”  Her smile did not go away, but the wickedness he knew was in Her started to show through.  She turned and put the crop back down on the table.  She stroked various crops laid out there until She found one to her liking.  She picked up a buff elk crop with a large head and felt the soft hide with Her palm.  She lightly waved it around, getting the feel for the handle, then suddenly slapped Her own palm, making the slave jump.

The very tip of Her tongue was rubbing on the back of Her teeth as She turned and faced the slave.  He could just see the movement and his eyes followed Her as She moved to his side.  She held the crop loosely, but when She brought it down on the tip of his cock, She had all the control She needed.

“Eyes Forward.”  His eyes snapped forward and held onto a small spot on the far wall.  She walked around him, flicking the tip of the crop on various portions of his body.  He tried not to show his reactions as She flicked his nipples, his ass,  his back, but he shivered and could feel his cock bob up and down.  A moan escaped and his eyes almost closed as She slapped his erect cock several times.  She dragged the crop across his stomach just above the base of his cock, making his body shiver again, and creating small bumps all over his body.

“Ah, I have your attention.”

“I am all yours, Ma’am.”

Moving in back of him again, She placed the crop on one ass cheek.  “Bend over so that I can get a better angle on your ass.”

The slave leaned over and he put his face to the floor.  He raised slightly on his knees and held still for his Mistress.

“Mmm.  Good boy.”

He held still for Her, feeling the power She held growing over him.  The crop started flicking on one small patch on his right asscheek.  Slap. Flicking up and down on a two inch patch of skin, the sounds of the crop hitting flesh and the moans coming from the slave mingling in the Dungeon.  Slap. He spread his hands on the concrete floor to support himself better as the power at the one small spot on his ass was increasing with each flick of the crop.  Slap. For a soft leather, the heat and pain was becoming excruciating.  Slap.

Surprising himself, the slave screamed as the crop sliced through the air one last time.  The sound as much as the feeling of the crop hitting the same abused patch of skin broke the dam.  His eyes closed as the next hit on his ass landed, reveling in the pain.

Her voice was low and throaty as She asked, “Shall I stop?” Slap.

“I suffer for you, Ma’am,“ whispered the slave.

She did stop, but She stooped down and ran a finger over the welt forming.

“I love to wear your marks, Mistress.  For your pleasure.”

A chuckle came out of the Dom, as She stood and started to work the same pain into the other cheek on the slave’s ass.  The crop swished up and down and the pace quickened as the leather slapped on that small piece of skin.  The slave’s body jerked and started to quiver at every blow, slightly at first but much more pronounced as She put more power, more intensity into it.  A sigh escaped from the slave and he started to mouth under his breath, ‘for your pleasure.’  He vocalized louder and louder until he was yelling it every time the crop hit his ass, his breathing barely keeping up with his outbursts.

She stopped and the slave almost collapsed from the tension being gone.  A small breeze went past the newest welt, sending a coolness over his ass and a shiver up his spine.  Then the crop started to hit again, alternating on the two welts.

“Yes!   For you!”  He gasped in some air.  “Oh, yes!”

She stopped again and bent down.  He could feel Her nearness as She rubbed both of the welts on his ass.  His breath started to slow, to calm as She gently rubbed the hot, painful welts.  The red had started to turn to a light purple in the middle.

A smile was in Her low voice as She said, “Perhaps I should spread the feeling a little...”  She stood and went to the table holding the crops.

All the slave could do was nod.  His breathing was calmer and deeper again, but he was so excited that he dared not say anything out loud.  It was hard to even focus on the cold concrete floor that his face was on.  He tried to brace himself for Her pleasure.

She stepped back behind him and let a wider crop hit his ass.  It was a soft slap, but he jumped anyway.  She started hitting each cheek, slowly, softly - left, right, left, right.

Never hitting the same place twice.

Left.

She started to hum lightly to Herself.

Right.

The pace was even, never speeding up.

Left.

The soft hits leaving warm marks, not stings.

Right.

A shiver went up the slave’s spine.

Left.

The slave jumped as the crop hit his balls hanging down beneath his reddening ass.  He could feel beads of sweat starting to cover his body and roll down his sides.

She started on his ass cheeks again.

Right.

Left.

Right

Left.

The hits started to get harder and more directed each time.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Left.

A moan escaped from his lips and it turned into a scream.  “Use me!  Mistress!  Use me!”  The sound of his own voice startled him and he almost sat up from his vulnerable position on the floor until the next slap on his ass reminded him of why he was in that vulnerable position.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Left.

“You are a stunning Domme.  I am honored to be used by you!”

She stopped and knelt behind him, pressing Her leg into his ass.  His eyes closed and he moaned into the floor.

“I am glad I have made... an impression.”  She reached down and pulled on his exposed balls.

He bit his lip as She pulled on his balls.  His head popped up as Her other hand raked down his back, leaving red trails from Her nails.  When Her hand got to his ass, it slapped on one of the worst welts.

He jumped again and his face hit the concrete as he convulsed under her hands.

Rubbing the welts, she said, “Perhaps I have been a bit harsh today.”

The slave shook his head, “Ma’am, I am here for your use.  I can and will take anything you desire for this slut.”

He could hear the smile in Her voice brighten as She said, “Ah!  Then you shall be used.”

Standing, She put Her weight on his back making sure he was steady and sturdy.  She sat on his hips, and pulled his head up by his hair.  His arms straightened and he was on all fours under Her.  Still holding onto his hair and pulling his head to one side, She leaned forward and whispered into his ear.  Her breath was warm on his skin as She spoke softly.

“You are a good little slut.  But you need a little practice, don't you?”

Another moan escaped the slave and a shiver went through his legs.

She blew gently into his ear as She pulled back on his head even more.  Letting go, She stood up, trailing the crop still in Her hand up his back from tailbone to nape of neck.  The slave’s body responded by arching his back and bringing his head as far back as he could go.

He saw Her go to the chair She had moved to the center of the Dungeon when She came in.  She leaned on the back of the armless wooden chair, looking at the slave.  His eyes went forward and tried not to look directly at Her as She contemplated him.  She smiled.

Several coils of braided rope were removed from pegs on the wall.  She turned to him and said, “Stand for me.”

Hurrying as fast as he could, his knees complaining slightly, he stood as tall as possible, his cock bouncing rigid in front of him.

“I see you are shivering, I hope you are not cold.”  Before he could reply, She continued, “Not cold in spots, I see.”

He could see Her measure out some of the rope as She approached.  “Remember,’ eyes front.”  She pulled his arms in back of him, crossing them in the small of his back.  Swiftly, She bound them, pulling the rope ends around his waist to come up and cross over his chest and down again over his shoulders.  The ends wound around his wrists and with a tug, tightened and pulled his elbows in, the rope tied at the wrists.  She pulled on the rope crossed in the front and pulled him off balance.  Pushing and pulling him, She led him to the armless chair never letting him keep his balance.  He is sat on the hard wooden seat of the chair, the coolness of the wood only feeling comforting for a moment on his abused ass.  Using another length of rope, the slave’s legs were tied to the legs of the chair, spreading his legs wide to do so.

Being bold, the slave ventured to say, “Am I your bitch?”

She only smiled.  She ran another length of rope through the crook of one of his arms, around the back of the chair and through the crook of the other arm.  The rope was tied behind the chair, securing the slave’s arms and body.

She stepped back.  A crop hung loosely in her hand.  She stiffened her grip and started flicking his skin.  The tip of the crop played with his nipples, followed a trail of sweat down his sides, slapped places on his legs.  He was trying his best to relax and not strain against his bonds.  She had never tied him like this before, but he had all his trust in Her.  A moan escaped as the crop passed over his nipples again.

Stepping forward, She pinched one nipple, then the other.  She put a thumb on each nipple and pressed in.  His body arched to get away from the pain, but that just made his cock bob up and down, slapping his stomach.

She smiled.

Again, She stepped back with that smile widening.  She dropped the crop on the floor.  Her hands went up to Her hair, pulling the strands out from in front of her face.  She let her hands drop to the tops of Her breasts coming out more from the corset than when the session had started.  She cupped them, sliding down the satin of the corset.  The slave’s eyes followed, feeling his cock bob now with his heartbeat.  Her hands went down Her sides, to Her waist, hooking Her thumbs in the waistband of the leather skirt.  She stepped closer to him, the stiletto heels clicking on the concrete, Her knees almost touching his.  Her hands went lower until She caught the hem of Her short skirt.

The slave moaned as She pulled up the skirt, showing the tops of Her stockings and the satin of the garter straps.  The skirt went higher, showing black lace panties barely covering Her neatly trimmed pubic hair.  She moved so that She held onto the back of the chair over his shoulders to balance Herself as She sat on what little lap he had.  Her legs covered his and She was so close that he shivered as She brushed his bare chest with Her breasts as She was settling on his lap.

Her hands moved down to his chest again and his nipples were again pressed in hard by her thumbs.  He started to buck as She pinched and pressed his nipples.  His cock hit Her crotch and he whimpered.  She smiled and moved even closer.  He tried to thrust but was unable to do much but rub slightly against the lace.   Her fingernails started running down his arms, and up his sides.  Trying to keep his composure, the slave looked straight ahead but it was very hard.  Well, he was very hard.

She started to wiggle against him to keep Her balance.  The slave started to jump as the heat of his Mistress touched him.  He smiled and his eyes closed.  One of the hands went to the back of his head and pulled him to Her.  She kissed him forcefully, smearing her lipstick on his lips, and pulled his head away from Her again.  She pulled herself forward with the back of the chair and pressed into him.

Her breasts pressed into his chest, Her belly and crotch capturing his cock.  He thought he could feel Her own heartbeat throbbing against his own pulsing cock.

In a horse whisper, he asked, “May I pleasure you, ma’am?”

Her voice and breath were soft as She replied, “You always do.”

“I am your slut, Ma’am.  Use me!”

She held onto the back of the chair with one hand and used the other to release one of Her breasts from the corset.  She reached down with Her own tongue and licked the nipple.  It was only a few inches away from his mouth and he tried to reach forward  to take Her tongue’s place.  She pulled back and slapped him across the face.

“Ask.”

With a whimper in his voice, he said, “Ma’am, may I do that for you?”

With a nod, She pushed her nipple into his mouth.  He closed his eyes and licked and sucked as if he were able to nurse from Her breasts.  She sighed and held onto the back of the chair, leaning back slightly.  He started to kiss his way over to the other breast still held in by the corset, his nose brushing the pearls in her cleavage.  She pulled Herself out for his seeking mouth and again sighed as he started to lick Her hard nipple.

Leaning a little further back, She pushed into him, rubbing Her lace covered crotch into his hard cock.  She rubbed and wiggled, making Her own panties slick with Her own juices as She knew he was getting close to cumming.  She sat back up, capturing his face between Her breasts.  He gasped and his body started to strain against the bonds.

Standing up, his face went from betweenˇ Her breasts to inches away from the slickened panties.  His cock was spasming, the precum on the tip sliding down the shaft and cooling his heated member.

She picked up the crop She had dropped to the floor and started to slap his cock with it.  Harder and harder, the crop’s head made his cock shaft redder as the slave gasped at each hit.  His body jumped at each hit.  He tried biting his tongue to keep from screaming out, but he just drew blood.  A scream came out with a small trail of blood down his chin.

She stopped.  The crop was again dropped to the floor.  She reached out and wiped the blood from his mouth and chin with Her thumb.  Without thinking, he bent his head and sucked on the thumb, cleaning his own blood from the Mistress’ hand.

“So, cleaning your own fluids today, are we?”

His eyes shot fully open and then closed with a whimper.  As Her thumb slipped out of his mouth, he nodded to Her.

She climbed back on his lap and continued to rub on him.  This time, it had an urgency and a feral quality to it that, even though She rubbed hard with her belly and crotch causing friction pinches, he came within a minute.  His whole body spasmed and a growl came out of him as his cum spurted out and onto his Mistress.  She continued to gyrate against him until he was gasping and fell limp between Her legs.

Carefully getting off his lap, She looked down at him and then at Her own crotch.  With a wicked smile, She said, “You are going to clean that you, aren’t you,” saying it more as a command than a question.

Taking Her time, She untied his arms, pulled the rope from his elbows and let him collapse onto the floor as his legs were released.  She sat on the chair where he had just been bound and spread Her legs.  He was kneeling between Her legs, looking at Her lace covered pussy.  Leaning back, She motioned to the slave.

Dutifully, he started licking the cooling and congealing cum from Her leather skirt and then Her legs.  It was not entirely pleasant, though he had known that if he cleaned any of his own fluids with his tongue, he had to clean all of them.  He licked at the wetness on Her legs and moved to the deposit on Her panties.  He could smell Her through his own cum as the lace pressed to his nose.  His tongue licked and cleaned as much as he could from Her.  He was about to pull back as he heard a low gasp come from his Mistress.  He put his hands on the legs of the chair and pulled himself into Her crotch to get better leverage on Her clit.  Her head went back and She moaned.

Licking and sucking through the completely sodden lingerie, the slave worked as hard as he could in pleasuring his mistress.  He could hear Her moans getting louder.  He could feel Her juices flowing out of her and down the panties.  Her hands went to his head and Her fingers tightened in his hair.  She pulled at him insistently.

Her whole body stiffened.  She did not scream, She did not moan, She did not breathe.  And then She did.  She used his head as a stable point as the orgasm that took Her over made Her let a scream of pleasure out that took all of Her breath.  She gasped and writhed against his face.  He was glad that he was holding onto the chair or else he would have been tossed around like a doll.

She calmed her body and pushed his head away.  She was able to just say, “Blanket,” before another wave hit Her.

He crawled to his blanket and knelt there, watching Her recover from her orgasm.  The ecstasy that went across Her face was entrancing.  She was breathing hard but steady as She was sprawled on the armless wooden chair.  She glanced over to the slave and smiled.

“Face to floor.”  Her voice was much more steady.

He did as he was told and put his face into the blanket.  He could hear Her start to move, stand and click Her way around the Dungeon.  A slight chain clink sounded as She walked towards him.

“Time to get some breakfast.”  A collar was slid around his neck and the leash pulled him to all fours.  She had straightened Her clothing and he could see trails of wetness down the inside of Her thighs, patterning the stockings.  Her lipstick was smeared and he could feel where She had kissed him, Her color on his mouth, and he knew it was on Her panties as well.  She pulled on the leash and led him out of the Dungeon, crawling and happy.