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07-16-2005, 7:15 AM
Part 1: http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=41460
Part 2: http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=41482
Madame Charlotte – Part 3 End
[Her heel rested on the head of his prick. It jerked uncontrollably pressing itself into the heel. Piggy sucked in his breath trying to stop his cock from moving.
"I see that it is very anxious to feel me", she whispered.]
She scraped the heel down the sides of his hard cock. He closed his eyes tightly, a shiver going down the insides of his legs. He jumped as the toe of her shoe rested under his balls and squashed them into his body.
Madame laughed again. She was totally involved with her new submissive. His cock was still hard and his body was reacting strongly to the touches and sensations she was giving it. She herself was growing more and more excited by the minute.
She stood up and held Piggy's hair in her hands. She pressed her cunt against his face, burying his nose between her legs. Holding onto his head she moved herself back and forth on his nose, her heels and the sharp points of her toes occassionally finding his hard cock and soft balls.
Piggy was completely relaxed despite the rough treatment of his cock and balls. At first he had been tense, but the feelings were over whelming him. He had never experienced such treatment before. He found it to be disagreeable, yet it aroused him deeply and seemed to drive him to crave more and harsher treatment.
Madame Charlotte was sensing his feelings as she progressively increased his amount of torment.
She was growing very moist and felt desire swelling in her loins. She had to hold herself back tremendously with her new slave. She wanted to keep him and teach him a love for the kind of sexuality that she was so deeply immersed in.
At times she thought how much easier it would be if she could buy her slaves and legally own them.
But she wanted to instill a love into this male. Since love is a stronger bond than any form of imprisonment or bondage could ever be. Love was to enslave this fine male to her.
He was breathing heavily as he smelled the pungent aroma of woman that was pressed against his nose. He had never felt such desire for a woman before. His defenses were falling away and his lust for this woman dramatically increased. He didn't try to move, or be the aggressor. Her teasing was driving him to the brink of insanity. He could think of no better way to go insane than by worshipping this goddess.
She turned suddenly and he moaned as her feet left his cock and balls. His nostrils were permeated with her scent. She turned her backside to him.
"Kiss it", she huskily said. Immediately he covered her round, firm asscheeks with kisses from his lips and tongue. Her skin was smooth against his soft lips. He tried to imagine how smooth the skin of her vagina was. He swallowed deeply, his tongue and lips probing and sucking the puckered, light brown hole. He leaned back to relieve the cramping in his tight neck muscles.
It seemed only a split second to Piggy, but as his lips reached for her again, she was gone. He didn't really begin to feel the long heels dig into his back until his chest hit the floor. He hit with a loud thump and his breath heaved out of his lungs.
Madame hesitated for a second to look at the single round hole in the middle of his white ass cheek. Instantly it began to turn a deep red and seep a drop of the life of the man.
"You will learn that when I say kiss, or lick that's what you will do - continually. Concentration is what it's called. Now I will give you a lesson in Concentration".
She pulled on the rope that ran between his wrists and ankles, pulling his legs up with his arms. This was to insure that he would remain still. His arms were in a painful position, and in fact if pulled high enough the shoulders would come from their sockets.
Piggy tried to relax. "That's better for you", she stated factually. "Try to save yourself unneccessary pain. You are no fool". Her foot sat squarely on his other unused ass cheek.
The touch was light, yet hard to Piggy. The boot heel was so narrow that it only took up a small space in his skin. But the tension at that heel was agonizing. He felt another heel right above where she was standing. The heel was no longer there, but the pain lingered. Again he felt another. Although it was only one, it was millions.
There was not going to be a part of his body that did not bear her mark. It took hours of endless concentration on the Madame's part.
She trained her slaves well and painstakingly. When his complete backside, shoulders, arms and legs were covered with stinging heel holes she gently turned him over.
The cold wood of the floor soothed the wounds, yet irritated them even more. He was sweating as he looked up at those boots. He was seeing the tops of the high boots and her soft flesh while feeling the sharp points and weight of her magnificent body.
His eyes were open wide. He was trying to devour her image with his sight. The pain on his body was intense and he clung to the pleasure the sight of her brought in him. Her breasts, pussy and long nylonclad legs eased the thousand stinging wounds.
His mind was experiencing pleasure while his body was being tortured. Madame Charlotte wondered if his mind had more control over his emotions than his body. This was where Piggy would either make it into her life, or fail and be cast away.
He didn't realize the costly stakes involved, but he realized what he was feeling. His eyes were tearing, clouding his vision. It took great will power to keep his tears from flowing. The vision was necessary for him right now. Without it, he would have broken with pain and become weak and unsuitable for such a powerful woman.
He saw her concentration and felt her full attention directed at him. He felt very warm and strong as she continued her treatment. He had never seen her give any one particular thing so much attention. She was focusing steadily on him. Hours had passed and he was marked exquisitely with the little round heel marks.
She walked away from him. Her scent still upon him she sat in the chair and sipped at the Damiano spiced wine. It was her favorite drink. She drank it slowly, feeling the deep warmth that the liquid induced. "Up".
Piggy scrambled to his knees. She motioned for him to kneel before her.
"Let's see how well you learn. LlCK". She stuck the sharp heel of her boot in his face. He began licking it, tasting his own sweat and blood on that miniscule, powerful point.
He slurped and the saliva ran down his chin. But he didn't stop. His only thought was licking the torturous heel. She pulled it away from him and his tongue automatically followed. She grabbed his hair and held his head back. He looked up at her as though he had woken from a trance.
Still holding onto his hair she guided his warm mouth onto the center of her womanhood. He licked timidly, his tongue sliding across the soft, slippery pink flesh.
She sat back in the chair, opening her legs even more to his obedient mouth. He tasted the sweet liquid that was at the opening of her vagina. She pulled his head up, moving his tongue to the hard button of her clit.
It seemed to throb against his fleshy tongue. It pressed into him and he felt the strongness of this mysterious organ. He felt it quiver slightly and she moaned from deep within. He knew that she had come, but it was a small orgasm.
The Madame was building herself up with small climaxes. He licked her until his tongue was numb and his jaws ached. Yet her clit was still hard and hot not satisfied; wanting more and more. Every movement of his tongue shot pain to his temples but he wouldn't stop. He was having a difficult time breathing, as his nose was almost being buried in her hot flesh.
Piggy licked until he finally lost consciousness. He awoke bound on her closet floor. It was dark and he didn't know where he was. He rolled over and a thin, scarlet leather gown lightly brushed his shoulder. He held perfectly still. It was a touch of her. The clothing that hugged her body and carried her scent caressed his shoulder. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Madame Charlotte lay in her big comfortable bed just steps from the closed closet door. Piggy was to sleep with her every night from then on. Never in her bed. Never at the foot of her bed. In her closet.
End
Origin of pic unknown to me
Part 2: http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=41482
Madame Charlotte – Part 3 End
[Her heel rested on the head of his prick. It jerked uncontrollably pressing itself into the heel. Piggy sucked in his breath trying to stop his cock from moving.
"I see that it is very anxious to feel me", she whispered.]
She scraped the heel down the sides of his hard cock. He closed his eyes tightly, a shiver going down the insides of his legs. He jumped as the toe of her shoe rested under his balls and squashed them into his body.
Madame laughed again. She was totally involved with her new submissive. His cock was still hard and his body was reacting strongly to the touches and sensations she was giving it. She herself was growing more and more excited by the minute.
She stood up and held Piggy's hair in her hands. She pressed her cunt against his face, burying his nose between her legs. Holding onto his head she moved herself back and forth on his nose, her heels and the sharp points of her toes occassionally finding his hard cock and soft balls.
Piggy was completely relaxed despite the rough treatment of his cock and balls. At first he had been tense, but the feelings were over whelming him. He had never experienced such treatment before. He found it to be disagreeable, yet it aroused him deeply and seemed to drive him to crave more and harsher treatment.
Madame Charlotte was sensing his feelings as she progressively increased his amount of torment.
She was growing very moist and felt desire swelling in her loins. She had to hold herself back tremendously with her new slave. She wanted to keep him and teach him a love for the kind of sexuality that she was so deeply immersed in.
At times she thought how much easier it would be if she could buy her slaves and legally own them.
But she wanted to instill a love into this male. Since love is a stronger bond than any form of imprisonment or bondage could ever be. Love was to enslave this fine male to her.
He was breathing heavily as he smelled the pungent aroma of woman that was pressed against his nose. He had never felt such desire for a woman before. His defenses were falling away and his lust for this woman dramatically increased. He didn't try to move, or be the aggressor. Her teasing was driving him to the brink of insanity. He could think of no better way to go insane than by worshipping this goddess.
She turned suddenly and he moaned as her feet left his cock and balls. His nostrils were permeated with her scent. She turned her backside to him.
"Kiss it", she huskily said. Immediately he covered her round, firm asscheeks with kisses from his lips and tongue. Her skin was smooth against his soft lips. He tried to imagine how smooth the skin of her vagina was. He swallowed deeply, his tongue and lips probing and sucking the puckered, light brown hole. He leaned back to relieve the cramping in his tight neck muscles.
It seemed only a split second to Piggy, but as his lips reached for her again, she was gone. He didn't really begin to feel the long heels dig into his back until his chest hit the floor. He hit with a loud thump and his breath heaved out of his lungs.
Madame hesitated for a second to look at the single round hole in the middle of his white ass cheek. Instantly it began to turn a deep red and seep a drop of the life of the man.
"You will learn that when I say kiss, or lick that's what you will do - continually. Concentration is what it's called. Now I will give you a lesson in Concentration".
She pulled on the rope that ran between his wrists and ankles, pulling his legs up with his arms. This was to insure that he would remain still. His arms were in a painful position, and in fact if pulled high enough the shoulders would come from their sockets.
Piggy tried to relax. "That's better for you", she stated factually. "Try to save yourself unneccessary pain. You are no fool". Her foot sat squarely on his other unused ass cheek.
The touch was light, yet hard to Piggy. The boot heel was so narrow that it only took up a small space in his skin. But the tension at that heel was agonizing. He felt another heel right above where she was standing. The heel was no longer there, but the pain lingered. Again he felt another. Although it was only one, it was millions.
There was not going to be a part of his body that did not bear her mark. It took hours of endless concentration on the Madame's part.
She trained her slaves well and painstakingly. When his complete backside, shoulders, arms and legs were covered with stinging heel holes she gently turned him over.
The cold wood of the floor soothed the wounds, yet irritated them even more. He was sweating as he looked up at those boots. He was seeing the tops of the high boots and her soft flesh while feeling the sharp points and weight of her magnificent body.
His eyes were open wide. He was trying to devour her image with his sight. The pain on his body was intense and he clung to the pleasure the sight of her brought in him. Her breasts, pussy and long nylonclad legs eased the thousand stinging wounds.
His mind was experiencing pleasure while his body was being tortured. Madame Charlotte wondered if his mind had more control over his emotions than his body. This was where Piggy would either make it into her life, or fail and be cast away.
He didn't realize the costly stakes involved, but he realized what he was feeling. His eyes were tearing, clouding his vision. It took great will power to keep his tears from flowing. The vision was necessary for him right now. Without it, he would have broken with pain and become weak and unsuitable for such a powerful woman.
He saw her concentration and felt her full attention directed at him. He felt very warm and strong as she continued her treatment. He had never seen her give any one particular thing so much attention. She was focusing steadily on him. Hours had passed and he was marked exquisitely with the little round heel marks.
She walked away from him. Her scent still upon him she sat in the chair and sipped at the Damiano spiced wine. It was her favorite drink. She drank it slowly, feeling the deep warmth that the liquid induced. "Up".
Piggy scrambled to his knees. She motioned for him to kneel before her.
"Let's see how well you learn. LlCK". She stuck the sharp heel of her boot in his face. He began licking it, tasting his own sweat and blood on that miniscule, powerful point.
He slurped and the saliva ran down his chin. But he didn't stop. His only thought was licking the torturous heel. She pulled it away from him and his tongue automatically followed. She grabbed his hair and held his head back. He looked up at her as though he had woken from a trance.
Still holding onto his hair she guided his warm mouth onto the center of her womanhood. He licked timidly, his tongue sliding across the soft, slippery pink flesh.
She sat back in the chair, opening her legs even more to his obedient mouth. He tasted the sweet liquid that was at the opening of her vagina. She pulled his head up, moving his tongue to the hard button of her clit.
It seemed to throb against his fleshy tongue. It pressed into him and he felt the strongness of this mysterious organ. He felt it quiver slightly and she moaned from deep within. He knew that she had come, but it was a small orgasm.
The Madame was building herself up with small climaxes. He licked her until his tongue was numb and his jaws ached. Yet her clit was still hard and hot not satisfied; wanting more and more. Every movement of his tongue shot pain to his temples but he wouldn't stop. He was having a difficult time breathing, as his nose was almost being buried in her hot flesh.
Piggy licked until he finally lost consciousness. He awoke bound on her closet floor. It was dark and he didn't know where he was. He rolled over and a thin, scarlet leather gown lightly brushed his shoulder. He held perfectly still. It was a touch of her. The clothing that hugged her body and carried her scent caressed his shoulder. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Madame Charlotte lay in her big comfortable bed just steps from the closed closet door. Piggy was to sleep with her every night from then on. Never in her bed. Never at the foot of her bed. In her closet.
End
Origin of pic unknown to me