The Mistress Club

I was really excited. Mom had been preparing me for weeks. She was making me a sweet sixteen party at the famous restaurant called the “Club”. It would be something very special to me. I looked forward with eagerness and anticipation for that special night.

Why was it so special you may ask? Well, I was being inducted into the “Mistress Club”.

A club, specifically catering to dominate females. It was a simple and beautiful concept. My mother taught me from an early age that boys were weak and stupid. She said, “all boys thought with their little penis rather then with their brains”. Mother believed that it would be for the good of mankind for men to be castrated slaves. “After all”: she said, “look at the history of the world. Men were responsible for wars; they fought over women and, had to prove their being macho at all costs. Without their cocks they would be less aggressive and more submissive as they would not have to prove their maleness”.

The world would be a better place to live

Tonight was long in coming. My mother had dominated my father from the day after the night they were married. The first night she let him be king and allowed him to use her. He was aggressive and brutal in their lovemaking. The word love never entered his brain. He assumed that as a man he was the boss. The words passionate and caring were not in his dictionary. Thereafter she began her conquest of my father, using sex as vehicle to control him. Within a year he became a submissive slave to my mother.

I was born several years after. I saw and watched how my mother dominated my father. He would clean the house, wash the dishes, do the laundry, vaccume, do the shopping, and prepare my mother clothing and so on just for a little pussy. I never witness any physical abuse until I was about 8 years old. Daddy had apparently did something wrong and mother was going to punish him. She waited till after dinner when she escorted my father into the basement where the punishment was to be administered. She told me to come along. She wanted me to join her.

In the basement we entered a locked room. I was never allowed in the room nor did I realize its contents until now. This was my first experience. What I saw was amazing, it was a medieval dungeon with all kinds of tools, whips and paddles. She then ordered my father to strip naked. Reluctantly he did. I guess he was embarrassed to be naked in front of his little girl.

Then mother ordered Daddy across her lap. As she pulled don’t in underwear she asked me to bring her one of the paddles that was hanging on the wall. I did. She took the paddle from my hand and began to spank daddy with it. I looked in shock. I asked mommy how could she do this to him? She said that it was about time I grew up and realized that men where needed only as slaves to do the bidding of their mistresses. "Daddy", she said "did not perform his chores as instructed and therefore had to be punished"

I watched with excitement as each spank found its mark. Daddy’s ass became crimson red. He begged for mother to stop but it fell on deaf ears. Reletlessly she smacked him until she was physically exhausted. By this time my pussy was dripping wet from excitement. I told mother my feeling as she said. “Yes honey, I know, that’s why I wanted you to watch because you’re ready to learn your role in life. One day, you too, will have your own slave and you must be prepared to know how to treat him.”

All I kept thinking was about my father and the pain he was in. Nevertheless it got me hot and excited. My naked pussy was dripping. Mother must have realized it when she came over, undressed me, laid me down on the couch and kissed my most vulnerable wet spot. Mother liked up my juices and I exploded. It was the first time I had had an orgasm. But it would never be last.

From that point on all was in the open. Their relationship was revealed and I became a part of it. Dad was always nude except when mother put a chastity belt on him. He became my slave as well as mother’s except that she had preference over me.

It was time to go. Dad gave me a bath and dressed me in my finest outfit. Mother told me not to wear panties. It felt funny but I obeyed her. Dad drove us to the “club” and mother told him to wait until we came out, leaving him to wonder the fate of his little girl.

We arrived at the “club”. It appeared to be like any other club there were many couples in the dining area. Eating and drinking and a band was playing. Mother approached and spoke to the Matre’D as we waited to be seated. He indicated our table would be ready momentarily. It didn’t take but a few minutes before we were escorted to a separate room in the rear of the club. It was small room with a stage and one table. We sat down and were handed a menu. It was the most fascinating menu I ever saw. The selection of main courses was limited but enticing. They had items such as: Heart of Man;

Sautéed cock roasted balls; fried cock; fresh liver; toasted nipples, butter fingers; marinated toes; rack of ass; and the most expensive roasted man. It was hard to choose and I looked towards mother for guidance. She helped me and we related our choices to the Matre’ D.

A few minutes later five young men were escorted into the room, naked blindfolded and hands tied behind their backs. We began to closely examine each one. Mother told me to pick the one I liked most. As I began the examination I realized that the bodies of these young men were perfect. Their skin was taught and tan form the sun. Their shaven cocks hung from their bodies and their sacks were full. They were beautiful physical beings. It was a tough to select and therefore, I took my time. Each one was better then the next. .

I remember the first time mother took me to lobster place. I must have been when I was about 12. We sat in a restaurant similar to this one. Mother ordered lobster and the waiter showed us a tank of live lobsters. We chose one for each of us. The waiter pulled the lobster out of the water and places it on a tray. We examined them to make sure we made the right selection. We nodded and the waiter took the lobster into the kitchen. I asked mother what they were going to do to the lobster and she said, “cook them of course” “how" I asked. Simple, there were going to be put in boiling water. “Alive” I question. “yes my dear” mother answered. “That is life of a lobster”.

Now I realize the results of my selection. The boy chosen was to be sacrificed in my honor. I was going to be responsible for his ultimate death and in doing so be elevated to becoming a mistress. To seal the sacrifice I was going to have him as my dinner. Suddenly it excited me and my juices began to flow.

I order for an appetizer fried cock with toasted balls, soup made of human heart and the main course roasted man. I made my selection and immediately the other were taken away. He was beautiful to look at. My heart was racing. The boy was brought to the table and the waiter laid his balls on a cutting board. If the boy knew what was coming he didn’t show any emotion. He just waited as cattle are brought in to be slaughtered. The waiter handed me the silver carving knife. I eagerly took it. Mother told me to slice the ball sack and thereby exposing his balls. I held the knife for a moment, and then made the boy kiss it. “Nice touch” mother said. Without hesitation I began to cut the sack open. The balls literally fell out of the sack and lay on the board. However they were still attached. I waited for a second and mechanically cut the cords they were attached to the balls. His balls were now free. The waiter picked up the balls, paced them in a plate and took them into the kitchen to be toasted.

The boy was standing with an erect cock. The waiter returned with a small guillotine and placed it on the table. It was approximately four feet high. The waiter pulled the cord and the guillotine was raised to the maximum height. He then took the boys cock and placed in the grove made especially for a cock and clamped it so the cock was not able to move. The blade was glistening in the light The boy did not make a sound. The waiter handed me the silk rope and told me to release it when I was ready. All our eyes were glued to the guillotine, waiting. It seemed like an eternity but suddenly I released the rope and the blade began its decent to its finale destination. The guillotine sliced off the boy’s cock with a nice clean cut. The waiter brought over a table that contained a hot skillet resting on small burner. He placed the severed cock in the skillet added some species and began to fry the boys cock. We watched and waited as it turned nice and brown. It was ready. The waiter lifted the cock out of the skillet and places in a plate on top of a bed of vegetable. It looked delicious. With knife and fork in hand I cut the fried cock and began to eat. “My this is delicious” I exclaimed. The boy nodded in agreement but said nothing. I ate the clock and enjoyed its delicacy.

It was now time to complete the ceremony. The waiter brought out a special table and placed the boy on the table He was bleeding yet showed no fear. I went over to the table and took the blood and ordered the boy to lick up his own blood. He did and he seemed to want more. I accommodated him. Then took the large carving knife off the table and held in my hand. I was intoxicated with the power of life that I had in my hand. I looked at mother and she nodded her approval. I then carved out the boy’s heart and held in my hand. It was still pumping in rhythm. It was just fascinating to watch as the valves opened and close and the boy was still alive. I asked the waiter to remove the boys blindfold and lift up his head. I wanted him to see with his own eyes what I did to him. He saw that he was ball less and cock less and his heart was in my hand. A smile appeared on his face. He knew he was going to die and yet was happy about it. He had fulfilled his life long dream of being sacrificed for a mistress. It was an honor for him. I then kissed him long and hard as a final jester of compassion. His heart was racing. Once again I raised the knife and took one last look as the boy. He was smiling from happiness. The threat of death did not faze him. He was going to die for his mistress and make the ultimate sacrifice. Without remorse I severed the boys heart from his body. The boy starred at heaven and died with a smile on his face. By executing this boy I had sealed the bond of becoming a mistress and my mother presented me with knife a symbolic jester of acceptance into the club. The waiter took the heart to the kitchen to be cooked.

The boy was taken back to the kitchen to be slice up and served to the regular guests now understand why the food tasted so good at he “club” but it t will be our little secret.

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