The Stepdaughter

Part II

By Sr. Sinverga

     It’s been almost two weeks since my first encounter with my new mistress, my stepdaughter Anna.  When we departed, in order to keep my interest up, she provided me with a CD of some really hot pics of herself in very provocative attire: black leather lingerie with black sheer hose and high heels, sometimes with her lash and black cock strap on, others wearing a black lace thong that provided a glimpse of her shaved, pink sweet spot.  In some she was using the black dong as a prop to suck on or shoved in her beautiful, wet pussy fucking herself.  All of them kept my hand and cock busy on many nights.  I only wish that I could bury it deep inside her or enjoy her luscious lips wrapped around it at least once, completely draining me of my fluids.

     As she directed, I arrived at her house at 7pm on the Saturday night of her initiation into her new group.  Anna opened the door to let me in, revealing her gorgeous, hot look for the evening.  My cock jumped to full attention immediately.  She was wearing black leather high heels, black sheer hose that ran up the length of her shapely, long legs, a very short and tight, black leather mini skirt that accentuated her hips and rounded, tight ass perfectly. It almost looked like it was painted on. On top, she was wearing a sleeveless, black leather bolo over the top of a black leather halter top that pushed her breasts up to form a fantastic creamy white cleavage.  Her arms were covered in long, soft, black leather gloves that I remembered from our first night of pleasure. She wore her light blonde hair long and flowing with gentle waves just beyond her shoulders.  As usual she had on my favorite floral scent and her lips were coated in glossy pink, giving them that ‘may I suck you’ look.  As she motioned me in, she spoke, “I like punctuality in my man servants.  This pleases me very much.  After the initiation I may (with emphasis on the ‘may’) let you lick my pussy for me.”

     Remembering my first encounter, I was quick to come back with, “If that would please you, Mistress Anna, then it would please me.”  From the look on her face, I could tell that my response was exactly what she wanted to hear.

     “I need to explain the rules this evening and you need to listen well.  Breaking them will cause your cock to experience painful reminders.  And while I’m explaining them, you can roll us a few joints.  We can smoke one on the way so we’ll both be more relaxed when we get there.  The others will be for a fun-filled evening of domination for you and sexual pleasure for me”

     “Whatever you wish, Mistress Anna.”

As I sat rolling our smokes, she began to explain the rules. “Rule one:  you will speak only when spoken to and you will address each of your mistresses with the title ‘Mistress’ and their name.  Each will be wearing a name plate just above their pussy, which will be easy for you to read because you must be on your knees, looking straight ahead.  You must not look them in their eyes, or any other part of their body for that matter.  You are there to serve them and to give them pleasure.  If you get any pleasure at all, it must be from giving them pleasure.  Any questions?”

     “No, Mistress Anna.”  Boy that’s going to be a tough one since her instructions implied that they won’t be wearing a lot of clothes.  I’ve seen some of her professional lady friends and most, like her, are drop dead gorgeous, hard bodied women.

     She continued, “Rule 2:  You will do whatever they tell you to, period. No hesitation.  My admission into the club is based partly on the quality of slave that I’m bringing to serve them.  If you don’t measure up, then I will have to take you away immediately and then I’ll have only one more chance to bring another slave.  I really want into this club, so be on your best behavior.  Remember, if you fail, you won’t be serving me anymore, either.  Understand?”

     The thought of never again enjoying her wonderful body was something I didn’t want to experience.  So with a great deal of conviction, I replied, “Yes, Mistress Anna.  You can rely on me to serve them with both enthusiasm and humility.”

     “Good. I hope you remember the first two rules as there will be consequences.  We all will be carrying lashes or other devices to remind your cock on how to behave.  Now, for the final rule:  you may have no physical contact with me.  There will be other man-slaves present to take care of my needs.  You will only serve the other ladies until after the initiation, then I will be your new owner.  I will promise you after it’s over I will suck your cock and fuck my pussy with it. Are we clear on this point?”

     Wow, the term “new owner” sounded exciting and my cock definitely was straining for release. “We...I...am perfectly clear as to my role, Mistress Anna.  What is the initiation ceremony, anyway?  Can you share it with me so that I can be prepared?”

     Speaking firmly, but not in a malicious manner, she spoke, ”The initiation ceremony is very secret.  You will only know what is going to happen when it happens.  I will only tell you that if you don’t go through with it….all of it….you cannot serve the women of our group and our little sessions are over.  That’s a rule I have to abide by or I will be expelled.  So think about it long and hard.  Make sure you are totally committed to being my man servant.”

     Not knowing what was to come didn’t really matter.  The intensity of my desires over the years had grown to the point that I wasn’t about to back out on the opportunity for continued hot sexual encounters with my stepdaughter.  Especially since she had blossomed into such a beautiful, sexy, full-blown woman.

     On the drive to the club president’s house I had to be blindfolded so I would have no idea where we were.  During the drive, we smoked one of the joints I had rolled and, she was right, it did relax me.  I had to admit that being in my fifties, even though I ran and pumped iron to keep myself in good shape and appealing to the ladies, I was a little nervous about being with a lot of younger, attractive women.  Anna had also explained that she was carrying my ‘costume’ that I had to wear for the evening and that it was rather sparse.  She didn’t go into detail, but assured me that I would be completely nude for the most part.  I was even more grateful for the little smoke, because the thought of all those women eyeing my exposed manhood was both exciting and making me apprehensive about ‘measuring up’.

     The drive only took about twenty minutes, and we arrived Anna took my blindfold off.  The house was very large with a well-manicured landscape.  It appeared to be out in the country and very private, as it was completely surrounded by large trees.  Anna explained that the club president was a very successful architect and had bought the property and designed the home with the needs of the club in mind.  I was to find out later exactly how well she planned.

     Anna escorted me in the front door and, upon our arrival, a knockout of a woman greeted us at the door. As I was introduced to her as Mistress Anna’s slave-in-waiting, I wasn’t surprised to learn she was the owner of the house and, therefore, club president.  She looked to be in her mid-forties, with long dark red wavy hair, beautiful, sexy green eyes and dark tan.  She obviously took great care of her body.  The black leather halter top showed off what looked like 38D tits and didn’t quite cover the tops of her dark nipples.  The bottom half was covered by black leather Daisy Duke’s that were so tight parts of her mound were protruding from each side of the crotch.  Like Anna, she was wearing thigh length sheer hose with lace tops and black leather high heels. 

     I jumped slightly when she reached out and grabbed my manly parts and gave them a hard squeeze, commenting, “Glad to see you here, Slave Michael.  I can tell that all of us are going to enjoy your presence if that hard rod I feel is any indication of anything. Anna will now escort you to your dressing quarters so that you are properly dressed for your introduction to your mistresses for the evening. See you later, he-bitch.” With that remark, she turned and walked quickly away and I was led off through the house, which was impeccably and exquisitely furnished and decorated.  Obviously, a person of means lived here.

     Anna led me down through an arched opening into a long hallway that I noticed had a long stairway leading down at the far end.  We went into one of the rooms and she closed the door behind us.  Privately secured in a room, Anna spoke in a dominant voice and ordered, “Take off all of your clothes now, including watch and rings. I want you completely naked so that you can be properly dressed. You may watch me change, but don’t you dare touch me!  This room has a video cam watching everything we do.  The entire sisterhood is downstairs watching you right now. DO NOT break any rule if you ever want to lick my pussy, suck my toes or drink piss from my cunt again!”

     She knew exactly what to say to control me.  She knew that my first experience with those things brought me to heights I’ve never been before.  Without hesitation, I began tearing at my clothes to get them off as rapidly as possible. Anna, on the other hand, took her time.  She slowly and deliberately removed her bolo and then the mini-skirt.  I discovered that she was not wearing panties, but was wearing a black lace garter belt.  The effect was magnificent!  Her long, shapely legs were accentuated by the hose and heels; the garter belt perfectly framed her smoothly shaved womanhood, which revealed her luscious pink outer and inner lips.  She removed the halter top, freeing her pink tipped 34C’s, causing them to bounce slightly. The leather gloves stayed in place. I couldn’t take my eyes off of such a gorgeous sight.  My dick had come to complete attention and was jerking slightly.  Suddenly, I saw Anna’s right hand move like lightening and I heard a loud slap, followed by an intense, but very pleasurable, sting on my cock head and shaft. “You bitch!  How dare you presume to enjoy my body without my permission! I said you could watch, not get a hard on!”  From below, I could hear muffled laughter.  I guess the ladies really enjoyed seeing her punish me, but not as much as I did.  The lash only served to get me hotter, the boiling in my balls to intensify.  She had set me up and obviously loved the feeling of sexual power that punishing my cock gave her.  I suspect that her pussy got a little wetter, too.  I guess I’ll get to find out after the initiation.

     Anna opened the small bag she was carrying and told me to stand still while she dressed me.  First, she put on a black leather collar with silver spikes and a “D” ring in front.  Next, she put on black leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles.  The cuffs had spikes, also, and were lined with sheepskin, apparently to prevent chafing.  Each of the cuffs came with their own “D” rings.  I was beginning to get the idea that I might be secured sometime during the evening; probably for the initiation.  Finally, she attached a long, black leather leash to the “D” ring in the collar.  After she had finished, she spoke for the first time since my ‘punishment’, “I’m going to slip this hood over your head and lead you to our little playroom, which we also call ‘The Dungeon’.  There you’ll be introduced to the sisterhood and I’ll turn you over to them for you to serve until it’s time for the ceremony. Now, turn and look at yourself one last time in the mirror.” I complied and saw that my cock was rock hard, sticking almost straight out from by body and slightly red from its ‘reminder’.  The head was swollen and dark purple.  The cuffs and collar provided me with a new look of myself that was sexually exhilarating.  Bring on the ladies, I am here to serve!.

     As she slipped the hood on, I entered complete and total darkness. She grabbed each of my wrists and hooked them together behind me, explaining, “This is to ensure that you do not fondle any woman or yourself.  I remind you once again that your sole pleasure MUST BE from giving your mistresses pleasure.  You will be instructed when you may cum….DO NOT break that command! If that happens then it’s all over.  Do you understand, slut?”

     Obediently, I replied, “It will be hard, because I

 could easily shoot a load now, but I will refrain, Mistress Anna.”

     Tugging on the leash, she led me away commenting firmly, “See that you don’t.”  I was completely under her control.  Without her, I could do nothing.  That’s exactly the way she wanted it.

     At the end of the hall, we came to the stairs and she kept me informed as we approached each step going down; guiding me in total darkness to the bottom.  After ten to twelve steps, we arrived at the bottom and I could tell that a door was being opened.  I could barely perceive a brighter light through the tight weave of the hood as I was apparently entering ‘The Dungeon’.  Very familiar aromas greeted my nostrils as we entered:  perfumed female bodies, pussies in heat and the old sexual enhancer, the ‘wildwood weed’.  I could also hear the rumbling of oooohs and aaaahs from the collective ‘sisterhood’.  One called out, “Look at that cock! Bet he’d like to have one of us suck that for him!”  Another yelled out, “Yeah. And he probably likes to fuck pussies with it, too!”  Yet another ‘sister’ said, “I can’t wait to see him shoot his load for us!” Strangely, this last statement brought a mixture of chuckles and ‘mmmmmmms’ uttered in an “I know something you don’t know’ manner.  Since I was still hooded, I had no visual stimulation. I could only let my mind wander; imagining what a room full of gorgeous, unclad women must look like.

My loins were on fire and I had no way of relieving myself.  Besides, I hadn’t received permission to shoot my load and, whatever happens, I didn’t want to break that rule.  I could only hope my ‘permission’ came soon, as the sexual excitement was becoming unbearable.

     Anna then spoke, “Dear sisters, this is Slave Michael. He is my stepfather. He has desired me and pleasured himself while secretly looking upon my young, naked body since I was a child. He now desires to serve me and for me to become his mistress. As I am not yet his owner, I give him to each and all of you for the evening.  He has pledged to service each of you in any manner that your desires and needs dictate.  If he, in any way, does not please you or breaks the rules, I ask that you punish his cock severely to remind him that he is a male and, therefore, subservient to the sacred feminine.  He fully understands that his pleasure shall only be from serving and giving pleasure to each of you, so please enjoy him.  I also pledge to you that his body parts are virgin to me.  No part of my bare body or body parts has touched his filthy, worthless cock; a cock that won’t even serve his own insignificant needs from this evening forward.”

     With the end of the introduction, Anna lifted the hood off of my head.  Momentarily, the light blinded me, but I heard murmured remarks about how handsome and well built I was; how lucky Anna was going to be to have me as her own personal pleasure slave.  As my eyes grew accustomed to the light, even though it was very bright, I could that there were approximately thirty women in the room, ranging from very attractive to drop-dead gorgeous. Their ages, I guessed, were between the early twenties to mid-to-late forties. The ‘sisterhood’ was a mixture of various ethnicities: mostly Caucasian, but also many Latinas, plus a few Asians and Blacks.  With the exception of the black leather gloves, each was dressed identical to Anna, displaying a multitude of very nice tits and magnificent shaved mounds.  As a reminder, each had a lash or quirt dangling from a loop on her wrist. A very tiny silver chain was draped around their waist and attached to a black oval plate that rested about halfway between their navel and their smoothly shaved slit.  I could see, but not completely read, that their name was engraved in silver letters.  This was obviously to ensure that I get on my knees in front of them in humble servitude.

     I noticed that there were several men in the room as well.  Each was nude except for a black leather loin cloth  to cover the maleness.  Each loin cloth was emblazoned with a woman’s name in silver script, I assumed this signified ownership. None of the other males was wearing wrist or ankle cuffs, either.  They must have already gone through the initiation and were now fulfilling their role of servitude.

     Anna placed me in front of the room and told me to wait until called and to speak to no one unless spoken to.  She also stated it was absolutely forbidden to speak to one of the other man servants for any reason. I couldn’t help but notice that there was a heavy, dark red curtain drawn all the way across the room behind me.  I kind of began to think that the initiation, whatever it consisted of, was going to take place behind it.  My thoughts proved to be very right later on that evening.

     Kathy, the luscious redheaded club president, came to where Anna and I were standing and nonchalantly stated to her, “I’m going to borrow Slave Michael for a bit.  I’ve had a lot of beer tonight and I’ve been holding it until his arrival.  Go have some fun.”  With that, Kathy grabbed my leash giving it a jerk and ordered me, “Follow me, toilet slut.  I’m going to give you a long, hot drink of my piss……straight out of my pussy!”

     I eagerly followed and answered, “I will be only too happy for you to use my mouth to piss in, Mistress Kathy. I promise to drink every drop.”

     “You’d better!” was her almost threatening reply as she marched off with me in tow.

     Following behind Kathy gave me a view of her fantastic ass, which was also deeply tanned.  She must like to sunbathe in the nude, most likely around her own pool.  Her hips had a very provocative sway to them as she walked, not overly feminine and sultry, but more like a woman who was very sure of her sexuality and was in total control.  Her tits were very nice; well rounded and firm, topped off with dark brown nipples that stuck out large pencil erasers.  I would give anything to be able to suck on those!  Little did I know I was going to be giving more than I thought for that pleasure.

     The bathroom was huge and had been well designed to compliment the dungeon.  There were several commodes and each had a vinyl covered foam neck pad on the front lip.  This allowed a slave to lean his head backward easily and comfortably so he could receive a drink from his mistress.  Kathy had left the door open and several of the ladies had wandered in to watch me perform my toilet duty. The more the merrier I thought.  Maybe some of them would need to take a piss themselves.  I could only hope.  Can’t explain it, but licking a woman’s pussy and then having her piss in my mouth is a major turn on for me.  If you haven’t done it, try it.  It gives a whole new meaning to the old expression, “I’d drink a gallon of her piss just to see where it comes from.”

     “Down, slave!  Get your ass in position! I’m about to explode!” she barked.  I quickly sat down with my back against the commode, hanging my head backward and opened my mouth as wide as I could.  From this position I was looking directly into her very pretty pussy and could see her flow explode from her pee hole.  The warm, golden liquid gushed into my mouth in a hard, steady stream.  I swallowed as fast as I could to keep up with the lightly salty, beer colored hot liquid.  Fuck! I wish I could reach my cock, but it’s good that I couldn’t because I would shoot my load across the room and I wouldn’t want to break the rule.

     When she finally finished, little golden drops hung from those large, dark pussy lips and I maintained a wide open mouth so they could fall in order to savor every drop.  Mesmerized by staring directly at such a beautiful snatch, it almost didn’t register when Kathy gave me my next order, “Lick my cunt clean for me, you little piece of worthless male shit !  And don’t miss a spot!”  I hungrily lapped at her salty pussy, licking and caressing every fold and depth with my willing tongue.  She was so fucking tasty that my balls were really boiling to let go as I licked and sucked at every part of her womanhood. It was squeaky clean by the time I finished and my cock was straining for release.

     From behind Kathy, I heard a sultry, feminine voice say, “Don’t move, bitch.  I’m next.”  As she dismounted my face and moved aside, Kathy told the other woman, “He’s pretty good with his tongue, so make him use it.” 

     Not to miss a chance to make points, I responded with, “Thank you very much for letting me be your toilet, Mistress Kathy.  I truly enjoyed being at your service.”

     Her green eyes flashed and a wicked little smile came over her face as she said, “You’re learning fast, Slave Michael, very fast.”

The woman who was waiting was a very well developed Latina.  She had very long, silky black hair that came to her ass.  Her areoles where so dark, they were almost black and as big around as a baseball.  Her pussy lips were the same color as her nipples and her clit was the size of a baby’s dick head.  I knew I had died and gone to heaven when she squatted and straddled my mouth.  But instead of peeing, she continued to press her pussy against my mouth, saying, “I don’t have to pee. I want my pussy eaten, bitch!  You have three minutes to make me cum or your cock is going to suffer greatly.  And the clock has already started.  Understand?”

     I began to nod, but then remembered the rules. Straining to read her plate, I quickly added in a voice muffled by her pussy, “I understand, Mistress Blanca.  If I fail to please you, I will gladly offer up my cock for you to punish.”  A very evil look came over her face and I could see the Devil dancing in her eyes as she grabbed two hands full of my hair and began to grind her groin into my face.  I could tell from her movements and the ripple of her leg and arm muscles that she was a very strong woman.  I sucked her inner lips into to my eager mouth and nibbled at them with my front teeth just before running my tongue as deep into her as was possible, moving it in a circular motion.  I could feel her huge clit rubbing against my nose, stiffening as she pumped away.  I quickly shifted to suck her swollen button into my mouth and slapped it firmly in a back and forth motion with my stiff tongue.  This did the trick, as she suddenly pressed down very hard, motionless, letting my tongue do all the work.  She was pulling my head into her cunt so hard, I almost couldn’t breathe.  She arched backwards, letting out a deafening scream as she came.  Her hot thick juice literally gushed into my mouth and I eagerly drank from her well of womanly honey. 

     At long last, she stood up and immediately looked at her watch, “Too bad, bitch.  Three minutes and 7 seconds.  Looks like your poor little cock is in for a lot of pain.  Stand in front of me now!, she commanded.  I quickly jumped to my feet and stood rigidly in front of her. My cock was jutting out and pointing directly at her, readily presenting itself for her abuse.  I felt myself both dreading and anxiously anticipating what was coming next. My cock was jerking so hard, it looked like it was bouncing. It wanted to feel the sexual charge from the pain that was going to be delivered upon it. It didn’t have to wait long.  Blanca didn’t have a lash, she carried a quirt with a floppy, small, leather paddle-like end.  This instrument was built to deliver intense pain and I was about to find out how good she was at providing it.  Her hand came high over her head and slightly behind her before she brought it down quickly and with a lot of power.  Whack!!! I screamed in agony, my knees buckling as the pain ran from my abused cock head and up the shaft into my whole body. I couldn’t move for several seconds, but managed to finally straighten myself up to offer up my pain wracked dick again.  The pain I felt was tremendous, but so was the sexual pleasure.  My cock responded by shooting a small spurt of clear pre-cum onto Blanca’s thigh.  I was very close to having a massive orgasm and wasn’t sure if I could hold on.  Blanca took care of the situation.

     When she saw the pre-cum on her leg, she screamed, ”You sorry little motherfucker!  How dare you shoot your nasty male cum on me! You won’t be ready to cum when I finish with that little piece of male nothingness!  Your cock is really going to pay for this!”  She began the first of five hard strokes from her quirt.  With each one, my knees buckled a little more until I was completely on my knees when the fifth one came.  My screams grew softer with each blow, as my cock was getting number following each stroke. I felt each succeeding blow less than its predecessor.  I looked down at my cock, which was still erect, but considerably more swollen with very ugly red marks across it.

     “Well, aren’t you going to thank me for punishing your unruly, pathetic little cock?” she inquired in a warden-like tone, wearing a very wicked smile. She enjoyed every minute she was laying the quirt to my cock. I know she had planned my punishment, whatever length of time was spent bringing her to orgasm. She truly enjoyed punishing a man were it hurt his pride the most.

     Hardly able to speak from the pain, I managed to stammer out, “Thank…thank you….Mistress….Blanca.”  I managed to stagger to my feet as Blanca was dragging me away by my leash.

     When Blanca returned me in my position in the front of the room, I scanned to look for my stepdaughter.  I almost didn’t spot her because as she was very occupied at the moment.  One of the other male slaves was on his knees and had his face buried between her legs, which were held high and flayed out wide.  Anna’s gloved fingers were buried in his hair, pulling him into her.  Her own head was thrown back with her mouth wide open, moaning in pure ecstasy.  Lucky bastard, I thought.  I wished that were me licking her precious little pussy.  The pussy I’ve watched and wanted for over twenty years.  Oh, well, she has promised to suck and fuck my cock tonight after the ceremony.  It’ll be worth the wait.

     I continued scanning the room, checking out the feminine beauty.  Women were kissing each other, eating each other, using strapons to fuck each other and the occasional male was providing pleasure in one manner or another.  The entire room had the heady aroma of

sweating, hot pussies.  My eye caught a very lovely, slender woman, who appeared to be Japanese.  Her hair was rather short and straight and jet black.  Her complexion was as fair and milky as Anna’s and she had rather small tits…32 B’s I’d guess. But they were crowned by beautiful, pink, puffy nipples.   The kind that makes a man drool while fantasizing about sucking them.  While short, her body was flawlessly proportioned in every way.  I hadn’t realized it, but I was unconsciously staring at her…..and she caught me.

     “Slave Michael!” using her commanding voice, “Get over here now…..I mean right now!”

     Knowing I’d fucked up, I quickly moved to her and dropped to my knees to read her name: Shoko. “Yes, Mistress Shoko.  How may I serve you?” I tried to make myself as servile as possible to stave off as much pain as possible.  My dick was still a little sore from Blanca’s quirt.

     “You were staring at my tits, weren’t you?”

     “Yes, Mistress Shoko.”

     “You were getting turned on thinking about sucking on my puffy, pink nipples, weren’t you, you pig shit male?”

     Not knowing what to do or say, I didn’t try to lie my way out of it because she’d see right through me, so I said, “Yes, Mistress Shoko, I was.  They are so beautiful.  Any man would be proud to arouse you by sucking on them.”  Fucked up again…….

     Angrily she spat out, “Any MAN would want to arouse me! Why? So he could put his cock in my pussy, shoot his filthy, sticky load inside me and not give a shit if I came or was well satisfied.  All you fucking men are alike.  Men are the reason we formed this club.  We have all taken an oath never to let a man put his cock in our pussy, mouth or ass ever again.”  By then, Anna ventured our way to see what was going on.  Shoko looked at her and gave her an invitation, “Anna, would you be a sweetie and show this sorry-ass male bitch how to properly suck my tit?”  Anna gave me a ‘don’t you wish you could’ smile and gently placed those luscious pink lips on Shoko’s nipple and sucked it in.  A little mew of pleasure escaped Shoko’s mouth as she placed her right hand behind Anna’s head and drew her in tighter to her breast.  I could only watch and listen to the soft sucking noises of female mouth to female breast.  My cock was coming back to life!

     After a few moments, Shoko reluctantly pulled her tit out of Anna’s mouth and looked down at me.  “You’re at the right level for what I’ll let you do for me.  I’ve been having a lot of sweaty fun.”  As she turned around and bent over placing her ass square in front of my face, she continued, “I want you to lick the sweat from around my asshole.  Mind you, be sure and run your tongue inside my asshole to clean the sweat there, too.  And don’t you DARE touch my pussy with your tongue.  My pussy will never be touched by a man again….ever!”

     Straining to stick my tongue as far out as possible, I leaned forward, placing my nose, mouth and tongue between the most beautiful ass cheeks I had ever seen.  Her dark brown spot was so inviting and delicious looking that my cock started jerking, almost losing control. “Oh, no, please don’t spurt! Please don’t spurt again!” I silently pleaded with myself.  The musty smell of her sweaty ass was a sexually exciting aroma that stirred new activity in my loins. I licked and probed hungrily, trying my best to please Mistress Shoko.  If this is all I could have of her, then I intended to enjoy every moment.

     My sexual bliss was interrupted by melodic chimes ringing throughout The Dungeon.  I heard Kathy say, “Ladies, the initiation ceremony will begin in fifteen minutes.  Anna, you need to take your slave-in-waiting to  the waiting room.”

     Anna took my leash and led me away to a small room behind the dark red curtain and closed the door behind me, leaving me alone in the very dimly lit, warm room.  About shoulder high, there was a shelf.  On the shelf was a glass of what appeared to be ice water and it had a hospital like straw sticking out of it. I guess they remembered my hands were secured behind me and I was grateful for that little courtesy.  A note beneath it read: “In case you’re thirsty now or get thirsty during your wait.  Mistress Anna.”  The room was warm and my mouth was a bit dry from all the licking; Kathy’s salty piss only served to worsen my cottonmouth.  Without thinking, I placed my dry lips over the straw and started drinking.  Surprise! It was water.  Cold and refreshing to my parched throat.  Fucked up again….

     When I came to, the dark red curtain had been drawn back to reveal a brightly lit platform resembling a stage.  The ladies were all sitting in comfortable, overstuffed chairs in a sort of semicircle with a full view of the proceedings.  They also had their legs spread wide and were either gently stroking their pussies with their hands or using latex cocks to slowly fuck themselves.  The other slaves were all the way to the back of the room, arms folded across their chests, striking a Mr. Clean pose.  What a pun that turned out to be.  I suddenly noticed that they were no longer wearing their loin cloths, exposing their hanging balls.  There was no cock where there should have been a cock! Each of them had a knowing little smirk on their face as they stared right into my eyes.  Panic was slow to set in as I was still a little groggy from the ‘ice water’, but it was also slowed by the sexual anxiety that was rising in my loins as I thought about what was going to happen.  About what decision I was going to have to make.  My cock was swelling to a never before hardness, my loins were on fire!

     As my awareness became much clearer, I realized I was securely fastened by my ankle and wrist cuffs to a large wooden “X” in the center of the platform. My arms and legs had been had been stretched to the point of near dislocation. Additionally, a belt had been placed tightly around my waist and around both thighs.  I could only move my head, which I did to look down at my swollen cock jutting out proudly from my body.  The shaft was rock hard, the head was swollen and dark purple.  A dribble of pre-cum rose up to the slit, forming a little bubble.

     I gradually became aware of Anna standing by my left side.  She looked so beautiful.  Her long blonde hair, her bright blue eyes, luscious pink lips, beautiful tits, her ass and crotch framed nicely by the garter belt, her shapely legs accentuated by the sheer black hose and the black high heels.  I could smell her perfumed body and the heady smell of her hot, wet pussy. With her gloved left hand she reached out and took my pride and joy in her hand and slowly began to massage it up and down the shaft.  The feel of the soft leather on my cock was indescribable.  I hoped that finally I was going to be given permission to shoot my surging load.  As she began jacking my cock off, I heard the moaning in the audience begin to grow louder.  Looking up I could see that their slow, gentle motions on their pussies had become more feverish. Abruptly, her hand stopped and she looked directly into my eyes before she spoke, “Did you enjoy what I was doing to your cock?”

     There was only one answer possible and she knew it.  Breathing heavily, I replied, “Yes, Mistress Anna, it was wonderful.”

     “In a very soft, sexy voice she asked, “If I gave you permission to cum, would you want me to finish what I started?”

     “Oh, please, Mistress Anna”, I begged. “Please finish. Make me cum. I can’t stand it any longer.”  Louder moans from the sisterhood; wet pussies were being abused by their owners.  The smell of raw sex grew stronger.

     “Very well, stepfather.  You now have to make a very important decision.  You must decide if you wish to serve me as my personal pleasure slave; that you wish me to be your owner to whom you are forever bound.  You must be ready and willing to resign yourself to your only sexual pleasure coming from serving my needs.  Such a decision, such a commitment, requires that you offer proof of your devotion and dedication.  If you make this decision, this commitment, and offer the proof required, as your new owner I will give my permission for you to achieve sexual release and finish what I started. Be assured that you will experience the orgasm of your lifetime.”

     Knowing the answer, but asking anyway, “What proof must I offer, Mistress Anna?  I want you to own me.  I want to serve and pleasure you always.  I already know that I can experience sexual release solely by pleasuring you. We both know this from previous experience.  What proof must I give?”

     The women, the sisters, were emitting moans from much deeper in their throats; their breathing was getting heavier.  The ‘sisters’ were all on the verge of group orgasm.

     Slowly, Anna began to raise her right hand before my eyes.  Instead of the lash that was there before, she held a long, very sharp surgical knife. I clearly understood her intentions.  Without blinking, and speaking softly, she told me what I already knew “The proof is your cock.  Offer it to me.  If I own your cock, then I own you.” She paused to let it soak in and then continued, “Having no cock will further demonstrate your commitment to never experiencing your own sexual release except through my receiving sexual satisfaction and fulfillment.  Understand the consequences of your decision.  A ‘yes’ means there is no turning back, once the ritual of your final orgasm with your cock starts, there is no stopping.  I will continue until the first of your load shoots from the slit in your manhood and then I will slice it off at the very base. It, and you, will then belong to me. You will not feel pain and there won’t be much bleeding.  We have three surgeons in our midst and the very base of your manhood was injected with an anesthetic designed to prevent either while your were unconscious.  Do you understand the gravity of your decision?”

     The fear of never having a cock again and the sheer sexual exhilaration of having my own stepdaughter cut it off at the precise moment she makes me cum for the first time made my voice a little weak, nevertheless, I replied “I understand clearly, Mistress Anna.” My long held desire was going to come at a price….but I was more than willing to pay it.  I wanted her to cut my cock off, forever binding me to her.

     As she asked the next question, the collective audience held their breath, waiting for my answer.  Waiting to see if they would experience the intense orgasm they were hoping for or would it be something less fulfilling.

     Holding my quivering cock in her left hand and the surgical knife in her right, she gently asked, “What is your decision, stepfather?”

     “My dear stepdaughter, my dear Mistress Anna, I gladly offer you my cock. I no longer have need for it as long as I know I can serve you.  Please, cut it off, my beautiful mistress.  I give it to you willingly. It is now yours.”

     When I gave my answer, gasps and gurgling sounds came from the audience, some of them began bucking against their hand or dildo right then, screaming out in pure, exploding pleasure.

     “Very well.  When this is done I will never again address you by ‘stepfather’, only by Slave Michael.  I will then perform a required, long-awaited ritual with your cock, keeping the promise I made to you earlier this evening: I will suck your cock and fuck my pussy with it. Only it won’t be yours then, it will belong to me.”

     As Anna began the rhythmic motion up and down my shaft with her gloved hand, I knew from the boiling deep in my balls that my final orgasm with my masculinity attached was not going to be long in coming.  I would welcome the release and look forward to more intense pleasure with my owner to be, my beautiful stepdaughter. She placed the knife, blade up, underneath the very base of the shaft. A member of the sisterhood yelled out in a frustrated voice, “Please finish him. We’re so close it’s difficult to hold on.  Make him shoot his load so we can cum at the precise moment you make the cut!”  Another yelled, “Hey, he-bitch, did you ever think your pathetic little dick could make thirty plus women get their rocks off at once?  If not, watch what happens when she cuts it off!”

     Anna leaned forward and pressed her soft, moist lips against my own and gently kissed me like a woman kisses a man, whispering, “I love you for this.” 

     The moment was so emotional my body let go and my I surrendered to the feeling; the most wonderful explosion ever experienced came from down deep in my loins.  The intensity was so great I could only let out a low, guttural moan from very deep in my throat as my balls released their hot, sticky male juices.  Quickly, I looked down to see my cock head release it’s final massive wad of hot, thick semen.  A four foot long stream erupted from the slit.  The screams in the audience became almost deafening as so many women were achieving their release with such a degree of intensity that a man could only imagine.  I saw Anna’s hand move in what seemed like slow motion as she brought the knife blade up cleanly through the entire shaft of my cock, severing it cleanly at the base, not even leaving a small stump. I watched as she pulled it away from body, never to be mine again.  My orgasm was so powerful, that cum continued to pump out of the middle of the bloody spot where my cock used to be and continued until my body went limp from the immense draining.  Some of the women were jerking their bodies like they were having a seizure as they continued to rub their swollen pussies and clits. 

     Anna held my cock up for them all to see, strutting around the stage still holding the bloody knife. She announced to all, “This is MY cock!  He is MY slave.  All of you are my witnesses.  I may now do what I want with either of them.  Until this moment I swear to each of you that I have not touched his filthy little dick with any part of my bare body.”  She lay down the knife and took her right glove off by pulling on it with her teeth and then spitting it out on the floor. Transferring my severed cock to her ungloved hand, she did the same with her left glove. The initiation was over. My cock was no longer ‘unclean’ because it no longer could bring pleasure to a male. Barehanded at last, she continued with her announcement, ”I am now going to suck MY cock for the first time and then I will fuck myself with it as you and it’s former owner watch.”

     She turned and brought her face very close to mine, raising her cock up to her eagerly waiting lips.  It was still partially erect, probably due to the injection, and had a large bubble of my thick cum on the end.  “I want you to see me keep my promise”, she said as she took the tip of her tongue, carefully and lovingly scooping up the cum from the slit, then sucking it into her mouth and swallowed, “Mmmmmm, my cock has such tasty cum.  Too bad this is the only time I’ll taste it.”  She then placed her moist bright pink lips over the head of her cock and slowly sucked it in her mouth until only half of the remaining shaft was.  As she drew it in and out of her tightly pursed lips, I could see that her tongue was going round and round the cock head.  For so many years I longed to see those lips and that mouth suck that cock.  Now that is was happening, the cock was no longer mine, but I still had ‘ghost’ feelings as if I still had a cock and watching her caress it with her mouth definitely causing a renewal of urgency in my loins again. Her pleasure was my pleasure.  I knew we would cum together this evening, but not for the last time..

     She continued to pleasure her new cock for a minute or so longer and pulled it out.  The head of it glistened with her saliva.  Stepping back, she lay herself down on the floor, facing me, her legs spread wide. “Now that it’s good and wet, I’m going to let you watch me fuck myself with my new cock.”  How could I argue, it was no longer mine and she was keeping her promise.  I was getting to see my former cock experience what I had long wanted.

     As I watched intently, she slowly rubbed her cock head against the dripping wet lips of her pussy.  I saw the swollen pink petals start to open wide and receive her cock into the depths of her waiting pussy.  The sight was awesome. My balls were beginning to boil down deep.  She drew her cock in and out in a faster rhythm, occasionally pulling it out to rub in a circular motion over her clit.  Her breathing told me she was close to the orgasm she had been desperately seeking for so long.  Her own cock, not a man’s, was going to cause her to skyrocket into ecstasy.  Faster, deeper, higher, her rhythm was almost frantic.  Finally, she let out a guttural scream from deep in her stomach, rocking her body against her cock. Wave after explosion after wave of pure pleasure coursed through her entire body, centering from her burning groin.  My own explosion erupted from cockless loins, shooting another huge, hot load into the air, landing in large, bloody splatters on my mistresses smooth vulva. My body convulsed with each spasm until I was empty, leaving me happy and fulfilled.  At last my mistress fell silent, with the look of a fulfilled woman on her face and smiled a loving smile in my direction. She brought her cock up to her lips one last time and gently kissed it, never losing contact with my eyes. We both knew I was hers forever.

The End….but really only the beginning