The Initiation - Part 1

She is young, beautiful, and dominant. It is a privilege to be permitted to be in the same room as her. It is a privilege to be near her. It is a privilege that she grants you because you serve her well, because you put her needs before yours, because you do so without hesitation or reservation.

You are on your knees as she sits with her legs crossed. You're staring down - as is protocol - but you can see her leather boots. You're familiar with them. You've shined them with your tongue. You've cum on them. She's walked on your body while wearing them. She's teased your cock in them. You love her leather boots.

"Kiss them," she says.

You bend over, place your hands against the rug, and kiss her boots. You yearn to run your tongue over them - it's humiliating in the most delightful way - but you keep it in your mouth and restrain yourself to kisses only. The leather is warm and smooth and you think of how she let you cum on her boots two weeks ago. You think of how she let your cock free from its chastity cage and gave you thirty seconds to masturbate onto her boots. You think of how she punished you for cumming on them, how she spanked you while you licked up your rancid load. You think of how thrilling it all felt, how your ass was still bruised the next day as you sat at your desk thinking of her.

She's more than a decade younger than you. Your job affords you some degree of standing in your community, as does the money your job pays you. She doesn't care about any of that, though. You're nothing to her. A worm that wants nothing more than to serve her. An object to be used and abused for her pleasure in whatever manner that pleasure comes. A few weeks ago it came from beating your ass with a belt while you licked your cum off her boots. How will that pleasure come today?

You kiss her boots while she messages with someone on her phone. Not once does she look down at you, though you know she's monitoring you for compliance and that she'll administer a punishment should you go even a few seconds between kisses.

"Sit back," she instructs.

You do so and she crosses her legs. You want to stare at her thigh as her dress rides up, but you stare at the ground instead.

"Look up at me."

You look up and see her smiling. She's so beautiful. You want her. You crave her. You've never had her, of course, and you know you never will, and yet you can't help but crave her.

"Do you love me?" she asks.

It's not a question she's posed before. The answer comes to mind immediately, though. "Yes, mistress. I love you. I do."

She smiles and leans forward, granting you a view of her cleavage. Her breasts are milky white and impossibly perky. You know this because you've seen them on a number of occasions, mostly while you've waited on your knees as another man satisfied her sexual desires. Most often you're offered no more than a glimpse as she makes you turn away from the bed while she has sex. After all, letting you watch would be for your pleasure and she rarely considers your pleasure.

"And do you think that I love you?" she asks.

You shake your head. "No, mistress, though I do hope that you enjoy my service, that I help make your life better by serving you."

"You do," she replies, "and I do enjoy it. You serve better than most, in fact."

You're aware that other men serve her. Men like you. Men that offer their submission. Men that do what they can to make her life better. You've never met one of those men, though you're jealous of them. You want to be the only man that serves her. You understand that she has no need to limit herself, though.

She stands and you look up at her as she approaches. Her fingers move through your hair and settle on the back of your head. She pulls you close until your lips are pressed against her thigh.

"You may kiss me," she says.

You press your lips against her soft flesh. You plant a series of kisses. You yearn to explore her thighs, to venture further up her leg, to plunge your tongue between the folds of her pussy, to taste her, to make her cum. You're rarely permitted such pleasures, though, and despite your desire you're certain you won't be granted that pleasure in this moment.

"I do not love you," she says.

It hurts to hear her say that.

"Not in the way you love me, that is."

Your heart soars.

"I love you in the way someone loves a pet or a prize possession," she continues. "Your service is valuable to me and your commitment to that service has been unwavering for the past six months, which is longer than any other submissive I've used in my time as a domme."

"Serving you makes me happy, mistress," you say between kisses against her thigh.

"I know."

She lifts her dress and reveals her black lace panties. You can see her pussy lips. Your cock throbs in its cage. Your mouth waters. Your body hums with desire for a simple taste of her.

"You may kiss me through my panties."

Joy courses through you as your lips near her panties. You inhale deeply and her scent fills your nose. You're certain she's aroused. You press your lips against her panties and close your eyes. You kiss her until she steps away. You savor every second of it.

"I'm considering you for an enhanced role in my life," she says before sitting once more in the soft white chair. "Would you be interested in that?"

"Yes, mistress."

"This role will require more of your time. A great deal more, in fact. You will likely have very little free time should you accept this more significant position."

"I want to serve you, mistress. I want to give you my free time. I want you to use it for your benefit."

She smiles and it makes you blissfully happy. "There will be an initiation," she says. "You must prove yourself worthy."

"I'll do anything, mistress."

"Very good. It begins tonight. I will be serviced by a bull. You will assist as instructed. You will not hesitate. You will not disobey. You will do as you're told, when you're told."

"Yes, mistress."

"Remain here."

She stands and walks past you. You catch a faint whiff of the leather boots and her perfume. You close your eyes and replay the pleasure of kissing her pussy through her panties. You can practically feel the soft lace against your lips. You can smell her. You replay the pleasure of kissing her thigh, of feeling her warm, smooth skin against your lips.

She returns and you open your eyes and stare at the floor.

"Stand," she says. You stand and your mistress slips a key into your chastity cage. "Hands behind your back. Keep them there until I say otherwise."

You clasp your hands behind your back and she turns the key. You watch as she removes your cage and slips the pieces into a small bag. Your cock begins to grow a little without being touched. It's been nearly a month since you were permitted to cum.

Your mistress walks away. She's gone for a few minutes and she returns holding a small steel bowl filled with ice water. She holds it under your genitals and lifts the bowl until your cock and balls are immersed in the painfully cold water.

She offers no explanation as she holds the bowl in place. It's agonizing, but you say nothing and try your best not to show the pain. You’re certain that your face betrays your feelings, but your mistress says nothing.

After a few minutes of pain, she sets the bowl on the floor and steps around you. She's gone for only a few seconds, though, and returns holding a different small bag. She loosens the top, opens her hand, and pours the contents of the bag onto her palm.

It's a steel chastity device, though it's notably smaller than the one you were just wearing.

Your mistress deftly places the device on your cock and locks you. It's snug. It feels too snug, in fact, though it's not painful. It's just quite a bit smaller than the previous one.

"Your last device had far too much room for growth," she says. "That simply won't do. Your worthless little dick needed to be downgraded. Now it's little more than a clit, which is exactly as it should be."

She takes your imprisoned cock and balls in her hand and caresses them. It turns you on, which is undoubtedly her intention.

"You must never even consider the idea that your cock could be of any use to me. It is not, nor will it ever be. I have men that can offer their cocks for my pleasure. You are not among them. You would do well not to think of yourself as a man, in fact. Not in this particular way, at least. Your cock will never serve its intended purpose when you're with me. It will never get hard. It will never penetrate a hole of any kind. You're not a man in that way. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress," you say as your loins ache.

She's close enough that you could kiss her. You want to, of course, but you know that you'd be punished severely if you did. She kisses you - mostly on the cheek - from time to time, but it's her decision to make, not yours.

"My bull will be here soon," she says. "For now you can wait in the corner of the room."

Your mistress walks away and you walk to the corner of her living room. You face the corner - that's how it always is - and you wait with your hands behind your back.

You have no sense of the passage of time, but darkness has fallen by the time the doorbell rings. Your mistress calls out for you to answer it. You rush towards the door and welcome her bull - a man named Dean - to her home. He glances at your caged cock and smiles. He says nothing, but of course takes pleasure in the fact that you are her caged submissive and that he will use his cock to pleasure her. He's submissive as well, but his role is entirely different from yours.

"Welcome, Dean," your mistress says.

She steps into his arm and they share the sort of kiss - a deeply passionate variety - that you've never shared with her. You feel immense jealousy before directing your gaze downwards. She didn't give you permission to watch, after all.

"I missed you," Dean says. He doesn't have to refer to her as mistress, such is the privilege of being a man with a cock that can make her cum.

"I know," she replies. "I know it's hard to be without your mistress. I know it's hard to go so long without being able to serve me. I'm afraid that my sexual needs don't need to be tended to with anywhere near as much frequency as you'd like. Plus, I have several bulls that I like to use. Variety is the spice of life, after all."

You expect Dean to argue, to make his case for being the only bull she needs. He doesn't, though, which is wise. You were present when another of her bull's was banished from serving her because he was a little too vociferous in his insistence that he was superior to the other men she allowed to fuck her. He hasn't seen her since and he will never see her again. Your mistress doesn't waver when she makes a decision and there are far too many men willing to serve her to waste any time on men who cannot serve as she desires.

Your mistress turns to you and says, "Service him. I want him hard as a rock."

You stare at her. She's never issued that command before and you're not entirely sure what she means. "I'm sorry, mistress, but what do you mean?"

She smiles. "Undress him, get on your knees, and suck his cock until he's hard for your mistress."

Dean smiles at you. If he was surprised by her command he certainly doesn't care that his cock is going to be in another man's mouth. You mind. You mind very much. You also know that you don't have a choice if you want to continue serving your mistress. As she's made clear numerous times, there are plenty of men willing to take your place should you decide you're no longer capable of serving her in the way she desires.

You consider walking out, but she's considering you for a bigger role in her life and you want to occupy that role. She is, however, making it clear that your service will almost certainly take a different form that will at the very least include sucking cock for her. You're quite certain it will include more than that, though, as this is the first thing she's having you do as part of your initiation.

"In the bedroom, mistress?" you ask.

"Yes."

You head to the bedroom and Dean follows. It's hugely embarrassing, but you undress him as instructed. He then sits on the edge of the bed and spreads his legs.

"Have you ever sucked cock before, cuck?" he asks. That's how Dean and your mistress's other bulls refer to you. As a cuck. The lowly cuck. The submissive that doesn't get to enjoy the pleasure of her pussy. The submissive that finds his pleasure almost entirely in her experiencing pleasure.

"No," you answer.

"Well, you're probably not going to enjoy this," Dean answers. "I think we both know that doesn't matter though."

Your mistress is not a sadist, at least not in the traditional sense. She does not take pleasure in the suffering of her submissives. She will make you suffer if you disobey her, but that's more about training you than it is about any form of sadism.

She does, however, take pleasure in your willingness to suffer for her. She takes pleasure in a man’s willingness to put aside his pleasure in favor of hers, thus she will often make her submissive suffer.

It’s especially that if she assigns you a task that involves suffering you're expected to do so without question, hesitation, or hope of reward simply because your task was difficult or painful. You are to serve your mistress wholeheartedly and without reservation because her pleasure is all that matters, because you are dedicated to making her life better in whatever way you can.

That's why you fall to your knees in front of Dean. That's why you crawl between his legs. That's why you take him in your mouth and suck his cock despite the instant sense of revulsion you feel at having a man in your mouth.

"That's it, cuck," Dean says. "Suck that dick. Get it nice and hard."

You're awash in humiliation. You're the cuck. The one that rests on his knees while your mistress gets fucked by someone with a better body, a bigger cock, and far more skill in bed. You're the one that removes her bull's condom and tosses it in the trash. You're the one that cleans the cum out of her if she lets her bull fuck her bareback. You're the one whose cock remains locked tight while someone else's stiff dick slides in and out of her pussy. You're the cuck. The lowly submissive.

You are, however, the one being considered for a larger role, whereas Dean isn't even the one that gets to fuck her all the time. He might not get to service her more than once or twice a month. Up to this point you've been servicing her - often in non sexual ways - multiple times a week. You're the cuck, but it could be argued that in the hierarchy of her submissives, you're actually much higher than Dean because you get to enjoy the pleasure of servicing her so much more often.

All of this runs through your mind while you're sucking cock. While your dick is locked in an impossibly small cage. While your eyes are watering. While you're gagging. While the cock in your mouth is getting rock hard.

"Suck my balls," Dean says.

You look up at him. "Mistress didn't say anything about sucking your balls."

Dean looks annoyed. He knows you're right, though. He's not in charge of you. He's a submissive, too. He's just one that happens to fuck your mistress from time to time.

He puts a hand on the back of your head. He guides your lips to his cock. He applies enough pressure to push every inch of his dick into your mouth. He's punishing you for talking to him like that. He's punishing you for being right. 

You want to fight it, but you can't. Dean is a great deal stronger than you and you know that your mistress would be furious if you bit down on his cock and prevented him from being able to service her. So you take your punishment, though you find pleasure in your ability to defy him, to show him that he's a submissive like you. You can't help but wonder if he's a little jealous of you and the fact that you get to serve your mistress more often.

The sound of her footsteps causes Dean to release his grasp on your head. You pull back and gasp for air as she steps into the room.

"Were you using him a bit hard, Dean?" she asks.

"I was," he answers. There's a fearful look on his face. You wonder if she seems angry.

She approaches the bed and straddles him. She's naked. Her ass looks perfect. "Well, you're a bull," she says, "I suppose I can't be too angry at you for abusing the cuck."

She takes his cock inside her. You're surprised. Dean usually has to wear a condom. Perhaps he has earned her trust, though. That comes with a price, which makes you smile. To cum inside her, Dean must not fuck anyone else. He must swear himself to your mistress. He's done it. He's sacrificed his pleasure for her. Immediately you feel a bit jealous that he got to impress her in such a way, that he got to serve her like that.

"Eat my ass while I ride him," she says to you.

Dean sits on the edge of the bed as she rides him. He helpfully grabs her ass cheeks and spreads them. You lean in and begin to rim her hole. You do so with the thick part of your tongue like she taught you. The tip is only for when she wants you to penetrate her ass and taste her insides. Today she wants the extra stimulation that comes from getting rimmed while she gets fucked and it's your place to provide that stimulation. Your dick throbs even more painfully in its small prison as you eat her ass while Dean's cock moves in and out of her. Every so often you feel his balls against your chin, his pubic hair tickling you. It's humiliating, but it's your job to do humiliating things if they please your mistress.

"Did you enjoy using his mouth?" she asks while bouncing on Dean's impressively thick cock.

"I did," he answers.

They kiss as she rides him faster. Your tongue continues to lap at her asshole. Your cock continues to throb in its cage.

Then she lifts her hips and sits next to Dean. "Choke on his dick."

You take him in your mouth. You taste her on his shaft. It's glorious. Then you push your head down as far as you can and choke. It's considerably less glorious. Painful, even. Your eyes water. A bit of snot runs from your nose.

"That's good," your mistress says.

You lean back and hope that she'll let you crawl between her legs to taste her pussy. She does not.

"Get on your back in the bed," she says to you.

You stand and crawl into the bed. It's an unfamiliar place for you. You lie on your back and your mistress gets on her hands and knees on top of you. You're staring up at her pussy and it's the most glorious position to be in.

Dean crawls behind her. "Fuck me hard from behind," she says. "Pound me the way you know I like. When I tell you to, pull out and choke him with your cock."

You know that your mistress likes a hard pounding from behind. She likes when it's vigorous, when it sometimes borders on rough. You're not sure why, but the why doesn't matter. All that matters is she likes it.

Dean fucks her in that manner. He fucks her hard enough that juice from her pussy drips onto your face. A few drops get in your eyes and one lands right up your nose. Still, you feel honored to be in that position beneath her. You hope that it's bringing her extra pleasure to put you in that position and to make you offer your mouth to Dean.

"Fuck his mouth," she says.

He pulls out and you part your lips. It's an awkward position, but his dick finds its way into your mouth and slides as deep as it can go. Then he fucks your face. He doesn't move at quite the same pace he did in her pussy, but he's not gentle about it. He's rough, in fact, but your mistress cups your balls and teases your locked cock with her thumb. It's glorious in every way.

"Fuck me," she says.

It happens three more times. It's agonizing and arousing each time. He fucks your throat and she plays with your cock and balls. She tempers your suffering and you're grateful for that.

"Now fuck me to an orgasm," she says after the fourth time he's been in your mouth.

Dean slides into her. He grabs her hips. He fucks her as hard as he can. You wish you could lick her clit, but she hasn't ordered you to do so, so you don't. You remain still on your back as she rests her hands on your thighs while taking an insanely hard pounding from behind.

"You may cum inside me," she says.

Your mistress cums first. Right after giving Dean permission to cum, in fact. She cums hard. Her pussy drips wildly on your face. Her fingernails dig into your thighs as you watch hers tremble.

Dean buries his dick inside her and you see his balls leap in his sack a few times as he empties himself in her pussy. You feel intensely jealous. You love your mistress. You cherish being able to serve her. You desire her, though, and you know you'll never get to have her in the way that Dean is having her in this moment. He's cumming inside her and you're nearly overwhelmed with jealousy.

"You may clean up and leave, Dean," she says when he's finished.

He pulls out and she immediately sits on your face. You do nothing, though. You haven't been given an instruction.

"Clean my pussy."

You put your tongue inside her. You feast on Dean's cum. You cherish being able to clean her freshly-fucked pussy. You cherish being able to remain in her bedroom after Dean has been ordered to get cleaned up and leave. You cherish being the kind of submissive that gets to serve her in a wider range of ways than Dean does.

She smothers you a little, resting much of her weight on your face. It's difficult to withstand, but you enjoy your service nonetheless. You clean her pussy thoroughly and then she slides her hips forward and orders you to taste her asshole.

She masturbates as you put your tongue inside her. You loosen her anus with the tip and work yourself in there. It's a humiliating task, and yet it turns her on enough to masturbate and thus it brings you intense pleasure.

She cums and her asshole tightens enough to force out your tongue. She sits down on your face while cumming and then falls forward and rolls off of you.

"You may clean up," she says. "Then you can make me a drink and rub my feet while I enjoy it."

"Yes, mistress," you reply. "And thank you, mistress, for letting me serve you in your bedroom."

She smiles. "You're welcome. I was very pleased with your service. You'll need to learn to deepthroat, but otherwise you did a very good job."

"Thank you, mistress."

You're beaming as you leave the bedroom. You served her well. You couldn't be happier. You can't wait to prove yourself again. You can't wait to see what she has in mind next for your initiation into a higher level of service in her home.