A BIG MISTAKE

A BIG MISTAKE

John fell in love with Stacy—or more accurately—fell under her spell at first site.  He was smitten with her powerful long legs, fantasizing he was being crushed between them   She was the star of the women’s volley ball team at the university they attended.  She was a powerfully built woman, standing six-foot tall with thick, muscular legs.  John was a sophomore and Stacy was a senior.

Whenever he had free time, John would wander down to the athletic center in the hope of seeing Stacy work out.  Not only was Stacy physically fit with a stomach as flat as a board, but to John, she had a face to die for.  To him, Stacy was a goddess whom he could never hope to approach, nor in his mind, would deign to give him the time of day.  John lived in his fantasies of Stacy hoping she would make him her toy boy and every night wacked off dreaming of his goddess crushing him.

At one of the practices where John was on the side lines watching Stacy work out, the ball got away from her and rolled toward John.  Picking up the ball, he held it out for her to grab as she ran by.

 “Thanks”. She said.  John was elated.  His goddess spoke to him.  May be there was hope for a relationship.

After she was done with her work out, on the way to the girls locker room, Stacy came toward  John.

“I’ve seen you around here a lot.  You like volley ball?”  She asked.

Caught by surprise, John stammered and said, “Yeeess.  I also liiikkee to wwwaatch you work out.”

“Really.  After I get changed, why don’t we go for some food?”  She offered

John’s face turned bright red.

“Are you OK?  Stacy ask.

“Sssuurrre.”  John responded.  “I’m just a bit nervous, that’s all.”

“Why are you nervous?”

Staring down at the ground,  “Because you’re such an important person .“  John managed to mumble.

OK,  I’ll see you in a few.”  Stacy responded.

Emerging from the locker room, her jet black hair was fixed in a pony tail.  Her lips were painted a scarlet, glossy red.  She wore a full-length black leather coat, black slacks a white blouse and three-inch stiletto heel boots. Her outfit and makeup served to highlight her creamy white skin.   She carried a large sports bag over her shoulder.

Spotting John, she commanded him to move and keep up.  “I don’t have all day.”

John had been sitting on a bleacher and as soon as he saw Stacy, he jumped down.  He had to run to catch up to Stacy, who, with her long, strong legs was striding ahead.

After catching up, he asked where were we going.  Stacy kept walking to her car not saying a word.  She unlocked the car doors and got in.  Starting the engine, she sat there staring ahead until John realized he was supposed to get in.

Stacy drove fast and in a few minutes they were at a local diner.  She got out and headed for the entrance.  It took John a second to realize he had to get out.  Stacy went in to the diner and John had to run to catch up.  She moved quickly to a booth in the back and John followed.  From the time they had left the gym and arrived at the diner, Stacy had acted as though John wasn’t there.

“OK, what’s your thing?” Stacy demanded.  “I mean why have you been watching me practice?  Are you stalking me, or some kind of sick pervert who has fantasies of making it with me?”

John’s face turned a bright red again and he looked down at his lap.  “IIIII. ddddooo have fffffantttansies about you.  Yessss.  IIII ddddream about bbbbbecoming your slave.”

Stacy sat back in her seat and looked out the diner window.  Then turning back to John and bending down so her eyes met his, she said.  “OK,  I will accept you as my slave but on my terms.  I have very definite ideas of what I want and how I will use you.  You will find out my terms once you move in.  Let me say that once you do move in, you can’t change your mind.  It will be too late.  The only way you can leave is I release you or you die.   So do you want to do it?  You have until 6 PM tomorrow.  If I don’t hear from you, I don’t wont to ever see you watching me or coming near me.  If you fail to do as I say, I will kidnap you and force you to be my slave. And if that stokes a perverted femdom fantasy, believe me, you will not like being hog tied in my car trunk for a week with no water or food.”

“Can you tell me a little of how you will want me to serve you?”  John ask in a barely audible voice?

“Well, it won’t involve house cleaning or anything like that.” 

That night, John had the most fantastic orgasm he ever had.  He dreamed over and over of being crushed to death between Tracy’s powerful legs while she laughed at his pathetic attempts to escape and calling him a ‘momma’s boy’.  But in spite of the tremendous orgasm, he could not fall asleep.  He was so torn between giving into his dream of being Stacy’s slave, and the reality of giving up any ambitions of going into business and fulfilling his parents’ wishes for success. Should he follow his heart—his penis--or his head?

The next day he couldn’t think of anything else.  He vacillated back and forth unable to settle on which way to go.

Ten minutes before the deadline, John took a deep breath and sent Tracy a text.  She responded immediately asking how soon could he move in.  He responded that he had not registered for the next semester, so he could move in right away.  In her answering text, she asked what he was going to tell his parents.  He would tell them he was dropping out of college and moving off campus and he would no longer need their support. 

“OK.”  She replied.  “Get your ass over here right away.”

As soon as John moved his few belongings over to Tracy’s house, the first things he noticed was the bars on the windows and electronic locks on the doors.

“Get naked!”  Tracy ordered.

Startled, John hesitated.

“Now!” Tracy shouted.

Frightened, John immediately dropped his pants, pulled off his shirt and underwear.

“Put your hands behind you.”  Stacy instructed.

Before John knew what was happening, Stacy slipped an arm binder over his hands and arms  and tightened the laces.  Then, she zipped up a leather cover over the laces and slipped the zipper handle over a hasp sown into the binder at the top.  She inserted a combination lock into the hasp and snapped it close.  Next, she placed a clothes pin on John’s nose, forcing him to open his mouth to breath. Quickly, she inserted a penis gag into his mouth and strapped it around his head and chin forcing his jaw to clamp down on the gag.  With another combination lock, she locked the gag on his head.

“The gag is multi-purpose.  It is hollow and has a feeding tube, so I can administer food without removing it.  I can screw a dildo on the front to use when I want to sit on your face and enjoy myself.”  Tracy explained.

“This will be your wardrobe--with additions as circumstances call for—for the rest of whatever.  Every day, I will remove the arm binder and gag and lock you into a shower to clean you.  I will be in charge of the shower.  You will also be locked to an exercise machine for a daily workout.  Any questions?

Being gagged, John shook his head signifying “No.”  He tried to speak but Stacy could hear  only a murmur.

Stacy continued.  “In do course you will be fitted with a Prince Albert.  That will serve a number of purposes.  I will use it as an attachment point; and in combination with a hook in your scrotum I can attach a chain that will prevent you from getting an erection.  Now while I’m not using you, I’m going to attach this steel rod to the back of your gag and the eye bolt in the ceiling.  This should keep you in your place.

After feeding John with a special formula of nutrient and taking him to the bathroom, she hurled him on the bed on his back.  Naked, she climbed on his body and with her ass towards his face.  slowly she inched herself back until she felt the tip of the dildo protruding from the gag.  Getting some lube from her bedside stand, placed some on her hand and rubbed it on the dildo.  Then slowly eased her vulva on it.

Stacy gave herself three orgasms and felt completely satisfied.  She unscrewed the dildo from John’s gag, and with her powerful legs, kicked him off the bed on to the hard floor, and there he stayed for the rest of the  night.

Stacy lay on her soft bed, her clit still tingling, and her body pulsing with excitement.  For the first time, she had a boy she could torture and make suffer almost as much as she wanted. Unable to sleep, she imagined all the  ways she could inflict pain on her slave.  Tomorrow, she would fit him with the Prince Albert and attach the hook to his ball sack.  She would attach a one-half inch chain between the two to prevent him from getting an erection .  He would never be able to get an erection unless she allowed it—and that would probably be never.

She dreamed how she would endlessly tease and deny him by licking and kissing his cock and covering it with lipstick. The same with his nipples and face.  He would be covered all over with lipstick, spit and pussy juices.  She couldn’t wait to have her lover, Genevieve, come over with her steel tipped boots and kick his balls.  And then the two of them would put on their stilettoes and dance all over his body, leaving gashes in his skin.

With that image before her eyes, Stacy played with her clit and very quickly brought herself to another orgasm.

Meanwhile, while Stacy was enjoying her dreams of torturing John,  John was on the cold floor quietly weeping.  This was not what he imagined in his wildest fantasies.  In his mind, Stacy was a sadistic bitch and didn’t care at all how he felt or the suffering he was enduring.  He was just there for her to take pleasure in his pain.  He realized that his understanding of being a slave was very different from Stacy’s.   He had made a big mistake.