The Initiation - Part 2

Click here to read the first part of the story.

---

"Isn't that exquisite," she says.

She's referring to your cock. More accurately, to your cock's effort to escape the metal chastity device that encases it. Your soft flesh has pushed between the bars of the cage and all it took was her hand moving over your bare chest.

"It feels good to be touched by the woman you love, doesn't it?"

"Yes, mistress," you answer.

She smiles. Her lips are soft and plump. She smells of perfume. Her breasts are wondrous in a red bra. Her legs are encased in black latex boots and you yearn to fall to your knees and shower them with kisses.

"You've spent the past eight hours cleaning my home," she says while her fingers continue to move over your chest and stomach, contributing greatly to the ache between your legs. "Do you think you deserve a reward for that?"

"No, mistress. Serving you is my reward."

Her smile seems genuine. She rubs a single finger over your lips. You hold your mouth closed, though you'd love nothing more than to be penetrated by her finger.

"I appreciate your dedication," she says. "I've been served by so many disappointing subs. I don't blame them. They're like most men. Selfish and weak. When things get difficult - when they have to truly submit - they leave."

You haven't been asked a question, so you keep your mouth shut. You enjoy the scent of her perfume and the way her finger continues to trace a path over your lips. You can feel the warmth emanating from her body. You can feel the ache in your back and legs after having been on your feet for the past eight hours. There's reward in that feeling, though, because it means you've been serving her well.

"So many self-described submissives want only to have their sexual needs met," she says softly. "Those men can be useful. I like having someone suck on my toes or massage my body or eat my ass while I'm getting fucked by a real man, but subs of that variety are rarely willing to endure any real suffering for their mistress. They're not willing to be bored. They're not willing to work. They're not willing to do anything unless there's a direct sexual benefit to them. You're different, though."

You crave the sexual rewards. The ass eating. The body massages. The creampie cleanup. All of it thrills you. Sometimes it drives you. You're a true submissive, though, and as such you find great reward in the simple act of pleasing your mistress in any way. That's why you've spent your Saturday cleaning her house.

"Open," she whispers.

You part your lips and three of her fingers penetrate your mouth. You've not been given a command to suck or even to close your mouth, so you keep it open. She rubs her fingers over your tongue. She explores your cheek. She pushes deep enough that you gag and she smiles in response.

"You may suck on my fingers," she says.

You close your lips around her probing digits and you suck her fingers. She holds your gaze and it feels like an honor to be able to stare into her beautiful blue eyes while you fellate her flesh.

Your mistress pulls her fingers free and rubs you saliva across your forehead and down both of your cheeks. Then, to your astonishment, she leans in and kisses you. She does so deeply and, at least by your judgment, passionately. It's the most exquisite kiss you've ever experienced and when she moans softly you feel an unparalleled level of arousal course through your body, concentrating between your legs and bringing with it a remarkable kind of pain as your cock tries to get hard in the cramped confines of the chastity cage.

"Thank you, mistress," you say after the kiss.

She smiles and steps back. "You're welcome, cuck."

Your mistress points to the floor and you fall to your knees.

"Lick the dust off my boots."

She was outside briefly. You can see the layer of dust that has built up on her boots. You lick it up.

The taste unpleasant and it leaves your mouth impossibly dry, but you lick the dust off her boots. You don't care about anything other than doing as she desires. Your only purpose in life is to make her happy, to make her life better than it would be if you weren't her submissive.

"I have a date tonight," she says. "A real date with a real man. It's our second date, in fact. If it goes well, I might have a boyfriend before long."

You're stunned at the level of jealousy you feel. You know it's ridiculous, but you want to be her boyfriend. You want to receive her affection. You want to be the man that she loves, that she dotes on. You can't help it. You love her. You dote on her when she allows it. You're not worthy of being her boyfriend, though. You know that. That doesn't make the jealousy any less significant, though.

"Did you make a noise, cuck?" she asks.

"Sorry, mistress," you reply.

"Look up at me." You do as you're told. "Why did you make that noise?"

You sit back on your knees and look up at her. Your mouth is dry from the dust. "I'm jealous, mistress."

"Of my date?" You nod and she laughs. "I suppose I understand your jealousy. You wish you could be him. You wish you were the one taking me out to dinner tonight. You wish you were the one that would get to hold my hand as we walked out of the restaurant and kiss me as we wait for the valet to arrive with the car. You wish you were the one that would get to take me back to your place for a drink and foreplay. You wish you were the one that would get to slip his hand down the front of my dress to play with my tits as I softly moan your name."

"Yes, mistress."

Your cock aches in the cage. You want to be free. You want to masturbate. You want to worship your mistress's body from head to toe.

"I understand your jealousy," she says, "but I'm not sure it's appropriate. You shouldn't entertain ideas that it's even remotely possible for you to be good enough for me. You're too old. You're not nearly handsome enough. Your cock is too small. You don't work out nearly enough, and while you're successful, you're not successful enough to have a chance at providing me with the kind of life I deserve."

It's all true and it's crushing. "I'm sorry, mistress. I shouldn't have entertained those thoughts. I should have pushed them away the moment they entered my head."

She steps closer and grabs a handful of your hair. "Yes, you should have, and you will do so in the future. You will not be of any use to me if you cannot extinguish your silly fantasies. I permit you to serve me. I permit you to love me. I permit you to take pleasure in serving me. I will not permit you to engage in pointless fantasies where I fall in love with you because you're such a good submissive. That won't be happening. When I fall in love it will be with a far superior man than you. If you're lucky, you'll still be in my life when that happens and you'll serve to make both me and my man happy."

"It would be an honor, mistress, to be your submissive cuck."

She slaps you with one hand still firmly in your hair. "Don't tell me what I already know, cuck. It's the highlight of your otherwise empty, boring life to serve me. It's an honor for you to be allowed in my house. It's an honor for you to surrender your time to me so that I may use it for a far greater purpose than you'd use it for if you were left to your own devices."

"Yes, mistress."

"You need to be punished for your fantasies," she says, "but I have a date and seeing him is far more important than punishing you. I will, however, have a friend administer your punishment. She will come over while I'm on my date. She will punish you as she sees fit. You will do as you're told or your service to me will end. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress, and again I'm so sorry for entertaining foolish fantasies about being your boyfriend."

"You should be. You will be forgiven once you have endured your punishment."

"Yes, mistress."

"Now you may continue with your domestic duties while I get ready for my date."

She walks away and you stand and resume cleaning her living room. You're tempted to watch her as she goes, but you know your punishment will be even more significant if she sees you staring without having been given her permission.

---

You feel pain across your back, ass, and upper thighs. You feel pain between your ass cheeks, too, specifically your anus.

The unforgiving hardwood floor of your mistress's bedroom enhances your discomfort with each passing minute. You will not move, though, as you were instructed to lie on your back after your punishment was administered. You don't know how long it's been, but you'd guess that at least an hour has passed since your punishment ended.

Eventually your mistress comes home. She and her friend - the one who administered your punishment - chat for quite some time. You can hear them, but not clearly enough to discern what they're talking about.

Your body aches, in part from the punishment and in part from lying in the same position for what has likely stretched into multiple hours.

Hope comes in the form of approaching footsteps. You turn your head and see your mistress standing in the doorway. She approaches the side of her bed where you remain on your back.

Without saying a word, your mistress lifts her foot and holds the bottom of her shoe above your mouth. You part your lips and stick out your tongue. You've done this before and no longer need a verbal command to offer your tongue.

She rubs the bottom of her shoe over your tongue. She offers you the heel and you suck on it. She does it with both shoes and your mouth is dry once more, though whatever she picked up while on her date tastes worse than the dust from earlier that day.

"You took your punishment well," she says after you've licked the bottom of her shoes clean. "I'm proud of you."

"Thank you, mistress."

"Stand so I can admire the marks."

You stand and turn away from her. She runs her hand over your back, your ass, and your legs. Her touch is painful but soothing.

"She's quite good with a belt, isn't she?" she asks.

"Yes, mistress."

It feels as though every inch of your back, ass, and thighs were kissed by the belt. The two clocks in the room were turned away from you during the punishment so you have no idea how long it went on. You only know that it was agonizing, that your body burned with pain, that you yearned for it to end. You also know that you learned your lesson, that you would banish any thoughts of being in a real relationship with your mistress from your head the moment they entered.

"Was it humiliating?" she asks.

"Yes, mistress."

She steps closer. You feel her breath on your back. "What made it humiliating, cuck?"

"To willingly surrender to such pain, mistress. To do so because I knew I deserved it. To do so because I know it is my place to be punished by a superior woman. It was humiliating to grapple with my position in life, with my status as a submissive cuck that will only ever be able to serve you in that way, that will never earn your love in the way a different kind of man could."

She kisses your upper back. It's an impossibly kind gesture that fills you with happiness.

"You are not worthy of my love," she whispers. "Not in the way you want it. As I've said so many times before, I will only ever love you in the way someone loves a pet or a prized possession. That love is worth a great deal, though, to the right submissive. The only question you have to ask is if you're that kind of sub."

"I am, mistress. I am. I want that kind of love. I crave it."

She presses her body against yours from behind. Her dress is soft against your enflamed skin. Her arms wrap around you and her hands slowly move over your chest and stomach. "You already have that kind of love from me, cuck. It is conditional, though, and must be earned each and every time you submit to me. It must be earned through your behavior, through your action, through your continued submission to my desires."

She kisses your upper back once more. "My love can grow through continued submission and service. My love can get more powerful. You can become my most cherished possession. You can become so cherished that I will not part with you, that I will require you to be a part of my life on a daily basis, that I will require you to give everything to me, to completely surrender so that I may live the life I deserve."

This is what you crave. It feels so good. It uplifts you. It washes away all the pain.

"Thank you, mistress," you say softly. "I love you so much. I'm so grateful that I get to serve you."

"You should be."

She steps back. Her fingers caress your ass. They move between your cheeks. They press gently against your asshole and you wince.

"Was tonight your first time?" she asks.

"Yes, mistress."

"Was it humiliating?"

You think of the seemingly endless anal penetration you suffered through, of the size of the strapon that took you from behind, of the insistent and deep thrusts that invaded you, of the grunts of the dominant woman wielding the strapon cock.

"Yes, mistress. It was painful and humiliating."

"She told me that you offered no resistance," she says. "That despite the unexpected invasion, you took your punishment like a good submissive should. That made me very happy."

That makes it all worth it. The pain. The humiliation. The degradation of it. The name calling. The hair pulling. The spanking while she penetrated you. Pleasing your mistress makes it all worth it.

"I want you to consider something," she whispers. "There will come a time when I order you to offer yourself to a man. I will do so because it pleases me. I will do so because I wish to masturbate while I watch you suffer the degradation of being fucked like a common faggot. I will do so because I want to hear you beg a man to cum in your ass while I play with my pussy."

The idea is humiliating. To actually suffer such a fate would be impossibly difficult. And yet, as you consider it, you feel an odd form of arousal at being allowed to endure such suffering for your mistress.

"For now, though, I'm going to reward you," she says.

"Thank you, mistress."

"My date went exceptionally well. He's quite charming, exceptionally handsome, and confident in a way that makes my pussy wet."

For a moment you feel a desire to be him. You push it from your head, though, and remind yourself that you're not worthy of occupying that position in her life.

"He did get to play with my tits. We were in his car. There was something so fun about making out like teenagers, though of course he had far more skill than a teenager does. I considered letting him between my legs. I imagine he'll be quite good at making me cum when he gets the chance. It's better to make a man wait, though, to drive him wild with lust, to have him completely enamored with me before we make each other cum."

She spins you around and smiles. You take a moment to admire her incredible beauty and the way the dress hugs her body.

You tremble with pleasure as she reaches up and caresses your face. "I appreciate your willingness to suffer a harsh punishment. I knew you could survive it. I knew you could make it through. I knew the agony of it wouldn't break you."

She spins around and gestures to the zipper. You help her out of her dress. You admire her ass in a lace thong as you drop to your knees to fully remove the dress. You return it to its hanger in the closet.

She's in her bed. Her bra, panties, and heels are on the floor. She's naked and perfect in every way.

"You may worship my pussy, cuck," she says.

You crawl between her legs. This is an incredible reward. You kiss her thighs. They're soft and warm and perfect. You kiss her pussy lips. They're enflamed with desire.

"There's no rush," she adds. "You're going to make me cum multiple times."

"Thank you, mistress."

You're naked. Your body aches from the punishment. The humiliation of being fucked by a thick strapon is still roiling inside you.

This makes it all worth it, though. You tend to her pussy. You lick it. You kiss it. You suck on her clit a little. You put your tongue inside her. You taste her. You soak up the reward of being a good cuckold. You suffered through a remarkably harsh punishment and came out the other side stronger for it. You're now more focused on her and less on your desires to occupy a bigger space in her life. You're grateful for that focus.

"Punishments will be a part of your life as my primary submissive," she says while you lick her clit. "I'm glad you showed that you can withstand the pain and humiliation. There will be more punishments, I'm sure, as part of your initiation into a higher level of service to me, but so far you've done a very good job. Keep it up and you'll get to spend even more of your time serving your mistress."

You offer no response because none is needed. You devote yourself to worshiping her pussy, though, and you focus your mind on her pleasure, on making her feel good, on doing anything you can to make her life better because that's where a submissive's true joy can be found.