Mistress Judy One of the things that made sessions with Mistress Judy so very unpredictable was the way in which she could orchestrate pain, pleasure and passion. Her ability to wield her dominance over me was like nothing I had ever experienced before or since. One of the best sessions that we had was like this. It had begun in an ordinary manner. I had approached her room and kneeling outside the door had knocked. At her command I opened the door, asked permission to enter, and then did so. Kneeling inside the door I then closed it and waited for her orders. Mistress was sitting in an easy chair by her bed reading. From where I knelt I saw the open closet doors and the toy chest sitting open ready to hand. Laid out on the floor before the dresser was a black bustier, hose, panties and high heels. Looking up from her magazine Mistress gave me her command, "Get your clothes off and dress yourself in what I have laid out for you." Eagerly I strip nude and fold my clothes by the door. Standing I pause to let the Mistress examine me, and see that I have obeyed her orders and have shaved my legs and crotch clean. My penis rises with excitement as I stand under her gaze. As Mistress Judy examines me I take quick careful glances and bask in the sight of her beauty. At 5'8" with short black hair and flashing green eyes, her well endowed figure is accented with the white bustier that holds her rounded breasts on display. Over the garters holding up her white stockings, silken panties conceal from view her lush pubic mounds, where a hint of dampness at her crotch reveals her own arousal and excitement. The roundness of her legs is enhanced by the white patent leather ankle high heeled boots she wears. Noticing my worshipping gaze she smiles and points to the clothes on the floor, "Hurry and dress my little slut, I have a desire for some slave tongue action." I tremble and nearly cum then and there as I hurry over to dress. My waist is nipped in as I fasten the bustier close about it. Drawing the laces closed tightly encases my lower chest and stomach causing me to breath shallowly in my excitement. Sitting on the floor I carefully pick up a sheer silken stocking and rolling it up as Mistress has taught me slowly cross my legs and place my left foot deep into the toe of the stocking. Slowly I caress my leg as I draw the smooth material up and over my foot and around my ankle. Languorously I pull it up my leg covering it in the sheer silken caress of the hose. Rising on my knee I fasten the garter to the front and back of the stocking top. Easing back on my seat I stretch the leg out and enjoy the play of light and dark along the length of my limb. Again I roll up a stocking and in like manner garb my right leg in hose. Standing I bend and fasten the garters about the hem of stocking and step about in bustier and hose for a moment. Now I bend and step into the panties that have been laid out. Tight and french cut the waist band snugs my hips just below the lower edge of the bustier and my cheeks are barely covered by the silken caress of them. My cock is pulled taut and snug in front and I thrill at this tight passive caress. It is the work of a moment to step into the high heel pumps and stand before my Mistress in my working slut garb as she calls it. At her direction I walk about the room feeling the twist and sway of my hips as I strut about. Now I kneel before my Mistress and kiss her feet while she decides what training I will be receiving. Standing she walks to the Toy Box and returns. Her hands caress my throat and I am carefully collared. With a gentle tug at the attached leash I stand and present my wrists to her to be secured behind my back. Kneeling she shackles my ankles together and double locks all the cuffs. My steps are kept short and mincing as Mistress leads me to stand before her where she reclines on the bed. Lying back she presents her heeled boots to me, "Put your slave tongue to work on these for a bit." Kneeling at the side of the bed I apply my lips and tongue to serving her. I enjoy the smooth texture of the leather uppers on my lips as I slowly savor the twin flavors of the leather and the aroma of the Mistress. I revel in the opportunity to show my humble devotion at the chance to be used so. Now I work my way to the heel of first one and then the other boot, slowly, ever so slowly fellating the slender length of the spike heel as I worship at her feet. After a time she notices that I have finished with the boots and she directs me to remove them with my teeth and work on her feet. Using only my lips, tongue and teeth I untie the laces of her ankle high boots and slowly savor the aroma of her feet until the time I may begin to bathe them with my tongue. My tongue caresses the rough texture of the hose as I carefully bathe her feet with my kisses. As a reward for my oral devotion she reaches out and touches my cheek with her hand. Reaching down she grasps the length of my leash and draws me upward until I am kneeling before her on the bed. Rising on one elbow she draws me near and covers my mouth with hers. Helplessly I respond to her kiss and open my mouth to her invading tongue. Breathlessly I gasp at my arousal as she thrusts her tongue deep between my unresisting lips. Now she lies me on my back in her arms and begins to caress my body in its feminine garb. Softly she pinches my nipples and they swell in response to the pleasurable pain. Her mouth closes in on them and I tingle as she begins to suck on the sensitive flesh. Her hands drift down past my waist and gently cup my cock and balls teasing me through the wispy material of the panties to a hard, firm erection. Now with her hands cupping her breasts she offers me hers to kiss with my lips, and I waste no time before I suckle on her soft warm flesh. Her nipple is soft and supple but under my devotion becomes hard and rounded. A quiet purring noise from her throat indicates that I have succeeded in arousing her. Gently I flick my tongue around the nipples and surrounding aurorae, pausing to suck harder and nibble softly on her twin mounds. Her hands on my shoulders push me downward to bring my lips to a level with her panties and I gaze at the translucent material that is wet and slick with the evidence of her arousal. I inhale and savor the aroma of her femininity until her hands roughly force my face into her crotch and I am helplessly surrounded by her scent. At the silent insistent urging of her hands I open my mouth and begin to lick and suck at her mound through the filmy material of her panties. My tongue traces the shape of her mound as my nose nuzzles at her clit and I feel the added wetness of her arousal across my lips. Roughly she forces me away from her crotch as she shifts around and pulls her panties down over her hips. "Now slave, eat me," she commands, and I hasten to obey as she lies back to enjoy my service. Slowly I spread her labia with my tongue, lapping up her nectar and savoring the flavor of her hidden depths. As I lay on my belly my legs curled up, with my wrists pinioned behind me, and my ankles shackled together I move forward as best I can so as to enjoy the feast I have been offered. My tongue thrusts deeply into her sacred depths and I slide it up and down her slit to arouse her completely. I alternate about a dozen tongue thrusts with three or four slow languid licks the length of her slit and gradually I sense her complete arousal as she concentrates on the sensations I am creating. Now I rise upward a fraction of an inch and lightly slide my questing tongue across her clit. I am rewarded with a small tremor of her thigh muscles and I know it is only a matter of time until I bring her to the brink of passion. Gradually I bring my lips to her clit and surround it with them as I allow my tongue to lick and slide across the surface of it. Slow circular strokes are alternated with quick side to side flicks or rapid in and out lizards' tonguing. Now the tremors in her thighs are more pronounced and accompanied by moaning and inarticulate guttural growling noises. I concentrate my attention to her clit, sucking hard upon it and tongue lashing it with the tip of my tongue rubbing down on it. This is too much for the Mistress to endure for long and she goes over the brink with a cry of pleasure, bucking her hips and throwing me loose for the moment. Before me scant inches beyond my reach lay her spasming cunt and I quiver with the effort to crawl to her on my belly. My legs uncurl and drop over the edge of the bed and my high heels fall to the floor as I try to squirm back to my place between the Mistresses thighs. Suddenly she is sliding back away from me and sitting up and I gaze up awkwardly into her angry features. "Where are your high heels, my Pretty One?" she demands. "They came off," I explain limply. "They came off?" she asks dangerously. "I don't recall giving you permission to take anything off slut." Reaching forward she grasps my leash as she slides off the bed and stands beside it. Pulling me to the side of the bed by it she leads me to stand at the foot of it where the high heels lie on the floor. "I can see that we need to give you quite a bit of severe training. Perhaps we can remind you not to remove your clothing without permission." So saying she turns to the closet and the waiting Toy Box. "Put your heels back on slut, and get ready for some strict training." Trembling with mixed fear and anticipation I slip my feet into the high heels where they lay on the floor and stand to await the pleasure of the Mistress. Standing before the Mistresses bed, I listen as Mistress pulls out various things from the Toy Box. Stalking to stand in front of me Mistress looks me over before she begins to add extra bonds for my training. First are the leather ankle cuffs with rings and heel straps. Kneeling she lifts my foot from the floor and slips the ring attached to the back of the cuff up the spike heel. The ankle cuff is then closed about my ankle. Next she slides the retaining strap under the heel and fastens it on the other side of the cuff. Now when the padlock is run through the eye on the cuff the high heels are doubly fastened secure to my feet and unable to be removed except at the choice of the Mistress. It takes but a moment for her to secure my other ankle with the ring and heel strap cuff and to the move on. Now Mistress moves behind me and begins to ease bondage mittens over my hands and fingers. Slowly she draws the gloves over my hands and then seals them within two layers of thick leather and wide wrist cuffs. With my heels locked on and my hands encased I am commanded to kneel on the bed on my knees. Once kneeling my ankles are locked together and extra straps are laid out on the bed beside me. Mistress Judy orders me to bend at the waist and lay my chest on the pillow she sets on the bed before me. To ease my position I turn my head to the side and try to relax. Now the hand cuffs are removed, and the bondage mittens are locked to the outside of the ankle cuffs by the rings in the ends of the mittens. Slowly taking her time Mistress begins to strap my arms to my legs. First my left wrist is secured to my left leg just above the cuffs. Then my right wrist is strapped to my right leg. Now a strap is placed about both legs just above the wrist and ankle straps. As my body is bound with each additional strap my ass is forced to jut upward open and vulnerable to the pleasure or punishment of the Mistress. Another set of straps is bound about my arms and another set is fastened about my legs. I twist in my bonds and realize that this posture is quite severe from both the restrictiveness of the ties and the drawn position I am in. Straining I attempt to see what the Mistress is planning to do next when my eyes are covered by a leather and velvet blindfold and I am left to helplessly await her pleasure in the dark. While I wait in the dark, two straps are run from the foot of the bed to where my ankles and hands are shackled while two more are run from the head of the bed to either side of my collar. A wide strap is run beneath my chest, from the sides of the bed over my arms and legs holding me to the center of the bed. One by one the straps are pulled taut and I am held immobile in the center of the bed with my ass jutting upward ready to be used as the Mistress wishes for my training. Mistresses footsteps recede and move toward the Toy Chest once more. In the dark I hear the sound of her rummaging around in it. Satisfied she returns to stand beside me on the bed. The round rubber ball of the gag is held to my lips and as I open them to receive it Mistress says,"That's right slave. I don't even want to hear your cries as I give you your punishment. When I am through with you tonight you will never remove anything without permission." Behind the blockage of the ball gag I whimper as the straps are pulled taut and I am silenced to wait in the dark. Now the Mistresses hands stroke and caress my bound helpless body, centering on my ass and crotch. I quiver at her soft touch through the filmy material of the panties and revel in my helplessness. Slowly she reaches up to the waist band of the panties and begins to roll them down over the mounds of my ass cheeks. As the skin of my buttocks is exposed she breathes on them gently and I thrill to the sensations. Bit by bit my cheeks are exposed until the panties are down to the dimpled ridge between my ass and my thighs. Cool breezes from the ceiling fan play across them while the touch of the Mistress is warm and gentle. Now a jar is opened and something cool and greasy is spread across my cheeks. "This is just a warm up for what you will be feeling," announced the Mistress, and I realize that my ass has been covered with Icy-Hot. With firm strokes the creme is rubbed all over my exposed mounds and I shiver with the beginning coolness of the Icy-Hot. As it is rubbed around it begins to penetrate and add its warmth to the caresses of the Mistress while at the same time it cools where the fans blows across it. Now I am left alone for a time in the dark to savor the sensations of my bonds and my ass. All attention centers there as I wait in anticipation of the punishment that is about to be administered. My cock throbs and swells where it lies tangled in the filmy fabric of the panties. I ache to cum but realize that this may not happen or if it does it will be by the will of the Mistress. The Icy-Hot begins to work its magic now and all my attention centers on my ass as it starts to heat up and I moan at the burning sensations I feel knowing that this is but a hint of what I will be feeling soon. Nor am I mistaken as Mistress idly trails a finger across my warming cheeks and says, "You are turning a fine shade of pink my little slut. I think you will be ready in a few more minutes." Now as I wait I try to anticipate just what implement of affection Mistress will use to chastise me. Bound as I am nearly anyone of them would be instructive. Will it be the Cat with its long clinging cords and sharp stinging knots? Perhaps, but its flexibility is more suited to when I am stretched and open. Though there is much to be said for the use of just the tips of the lashes on my upraised cheeks. Perchance the Lash? While the Mistress is capable of wielding itacross my helpless buns I sense she is more in a mood to apply quantity vs. quality. Could she be planning on the Cane? Long, narrow and whippy, I can only compare its' kiss to the sting of a wasp, leaving a long narrow welt as a reminder of its' caress. While I am very open to its' exacting admonitions the fact that it raises welts (with some minor skin breakage) coupled with the Icy-Hot makes it less probable that it will be used. Will it be Paddle? There are three of these, a leather covered Ping-Pong Paddle, a Sorority Paddle about 15 by 4 with holes drilled in it, and a larger, heavier brute that is shaped like a cricket bat only smaller. Any of these three could be used to good effect on me as I await the Mistresses pleasure. Of course she could also use any of a number of Straps that she has in supply. Ranging from a belt or two to a shaving strop these too could be used to great effect. Already I want to cry out for mercy but the blockage of the ball gag renders this option hopeless. Until the Mistress desires there will be no mercy for me. Only punishment and training. Locked in the dark silence with my fears I almost sob in relief when the Mistress lays her hand on the small of my back and begins to caress my buttocks with her chosen implement of instruction. From the smooth texture I sense that it is the Ping Pong paddle, which in turn means that she will be using something else, as generally the paddle is used as a warm up tool. At once she teases me by pulling the paddle back and swinging swiftly but not connecting, knowing that my sensitized buttocks can feel the breeze of the near blow. In spite of myself I tense up in anticipation, and I hear the Mistresses low chuckle of amusement. It is almost with a sense of relief that I greet the first smacking blow of the Ping Pong Paddle. Square to center of my right buttocks it is complimented with another to the left. Five fall to either side in alternation, followed by caresses of the smooth surface of the paddle. Heat and pain follow each successive blow until my ass is a glowing mass of sensation and I can no longer determine where the heat of the creme and that of the paddling begins. The pain increases until I am trying to squirm and get away from the relentless pounding of the paddle but to no avail. Within the confinement of my bonds I am helpless to escape and the Mistresses hand on my back prevents me from the least degree of freedom. I am crying behind the darkness of the blindfold when Mistress Judy stops the paddling. Between the pain of the blows and the building heat moving from my cheeks to my loins I am no longer able to discern where pain ends and pleasure begins. Casually Mistress moves her hands over my flaming cheeks and feels the heat that she has created there. "Such a fine shade of pink you are, my pretty one, it is almost a shame to have to redden it with the heavy paddle. But I think that 20 blows from it should remind you never to remove anything with out permission." So saying she draws back and delivers a strong hard blow with the Sorority Paddle. I scream into the blockage of the ball gag as the pain and heat of the blow run its course through my already sensitive nerve endings. Slowly the pain runs its path and I shiver in anticipation of the rest of my instruction. Nor am I disappointed as half a minute later another blow falls, just half an inch lower than the first. Again the shock of the blow is followed by the slow build of heat in my flesh and I quiver beneath the hand of the Mistress. Each blow that follows overlaps the other by a small amount spreading the heat and pain through out the entire surface of my buttocks. In the darkness behind the blindfold my entire world is narrowed down to the flesh between the bottom of the bustier and the top of the panties where they lie rolled down beneath my cheeks. I try to move, to escape this relentless pounding of my flesh but to no avail. Where the bonds placed on me by the Mistress do not hold me immobile and defenseless her hand in the small of my back completes the job, rendering me open and unprotected to her ministrations. Each blow that falls only serves to underscore and emphasize just how vulnerable and open I am to the Mistress. I whimper behind the gag pleading to be allowed to serve the Mistress in any fashion she would desire, knowing that it is only at her whim that I will be allowed pain or pleasure at her hand. By the fifth blow my will is shattered and I can only writhe beneath the blows that fall one by one until the full measure of twenty has been delivered and I cry behind the darkness of the blindfold. I feel the heat flow from my paddled cheeks and I shudder at the breeze from the ceiling fan as it blows across them. Suddenly I try to leap from the bed as the pain worsens, only to realize that it is the soft stroke of the Mistresses hand caressing my flaming cheeks. "Yes, a fine shade of red you are pretty one," she murmurs,"Now we need something you can do for me. Perhaps some oral worship to my cheeks would serve to earn you some relief. But not in this position." So saying she begins by pulling my panties back up over my ass. I shake and writhe at the touch of the silky material across my aching globes. Patting my ass causes me to try and jump off the bed and but for my bonds I would have. Now she unfastens the strap beneath my chest and starts removing the straps about my arms and legs. My wrists are unshackled from my ankles and locked together once again behind my back. My ankles are released from one another and pulled toward the corners of the foot of the bed. The straps to the collar are removed and I am allowed to sit up on my knees. A strap is run to the head board and pulled between my legs and attached to the rings in the ends of the bondage mittens. As the slack is removed from the strap I am pulled back and over in zazen position with my back arched and bowed. A pillow is placed under my head and the ball gag is removed. The bed shifts as Mistress slowly crawls onto the bed and begins to rub and caress my face with her cunt. Eagerly I reach out to the extent that my bonds allow me and begin to lick and suck at her moist mound. A moan of pleasure escapes her lips as my tongue flicks across her clit and dips into her warm depths. Her hands caress my chest and nipples as I center in on her slit and slowly lick and suck my way into her nest. I concentrate on giving my Mistress head and feel the little tremors in her thighs that show her arousal. As I do her hands drift down across my belly and tease my rigid cock where it strains hard and rigid beneath the silky cloth of the panties. I gasp with lust and inhale the warm musky odor of her femininity which sends me into a delirious time of passion and helpless desire. I concentrate on Mistresses clit and as her passion mounts her caresses of my cock and balls increases. Now she pushes the cloth of the panties to the side and my cock springs up and free for her to touch and tease. Franticly I lap and suck at her cunt as her warm breath blows across my rigid member. I nearly scream in hopeless lust as her mouth and lips engulf me and she begins a passionate 69 with me bound below her. I pick up the pace and her excitement matches mine as I draw near to release. Now I am just a tongue flick or two away from release when Mistress pulls her mouth away from my cock and commands me, "Don't you come, slut! Don't you dare come." I spasm at the nearness of my need and barely manage to continue my adoration of her flesh as she clenches my head with her thighs and goes over the brink with loud abandon. My face is drenched with her juices and we are both sweating from our exertions. My arms are pulled toward the head of the bed and my back aches from the bowed arch it is held in. Slowly Mistress climbs off of me and removes the blindfold. My eyes are dazzled by the dim light of her boudoir and I look into her pleased smiling face. "I think you deserve a chance to cum for that excellent cunt licking. Would you like to cum for your Mistress?" Silently I nod, Yes, and say to her, "Please Mistress, if it pleases you." Lazily she strokes my bound body and reaches to loosen the straps to my ankles. At the release of the straps I lay flat on the bed and let my back ease and relax. As I do my ass falls to the bed and I gasp at the sharp pain that flashes through them. Now she pulls my legs out straight towards the headboard and I lie on my back with my wrists bound beneath me and tethered to it. Leaning down she pauses to kiss me and our tongues caress and move past one another. Her tongue probes past mine and she slowly strokes my mouth with it, letting me taste the precum from her lips. "Yes, you taste your seed don't you pretty one? You'll be getting a very good taste of it before this night is done." Reaching for my feet in their high heels and ankle cuffs she attaches a strap to each one before she lifts them up and over to the foot of the bed. Quickly she secures the end of each strap to adjacent corners at the foot of the bed and begins to draw them taut. Soon I am lying on my shoulders looking up into my panty clad crotch where my hard rigid shaft pushes against the filmy material that barely covers it. Once again my ass juts upward, open and vulnerable which the Mistress demonstrates by swatting my cheeks with her hand. I yelp in pain and surprise and Mistress smiles in pleasure to have had such an effect on me. Still smiling she grasps my cock through the panties and carefully strokes it, causing lust and passion for release to rush through my body. Assured that she has my undivided attention she slowly begins to roll the waist band of the panties up and over my cock until it springs free and points directly towards my face. Her fingernails stroke the length of the shaft as her fingers reach to lightly cup my balls and stroke their shaven smoothness. Unable to do anything but wait I lie still in anticipation of pain or pleasure. Softly she strokes me and a moan of desire escapes my lips. Smiling with a an expression of wicked delight she leans forward to let her warm breath play across my cock. I shudder at the sensations flowing through me and quiver helpless in my bonds. I look up to see my cock encircled by the hands of my Mistress, slowly stroking my shaft, building me up to the point of release, precum glistening slick and shiny about the head. Wordlessly I scream as her mouth swoops down and engulfs my aching shaft and she expertly sucks on it bringing me to the brink. With a plopping noise she lets it fall from her mouth and a line of her saliva mixes with the precum on the head of my cock to dribble down upon my face and lips. Gasping I lay back while my heart beats wildly with the nearness of my release and the Mistress presses her nails into the length of my shaft, effectively stopping me from coming. Now she alternates a series of slow strokes to my shaft with short periods of sucking bringing me repeatedly to the brink of release and letting me fall back to a plateau of lust. Tiring at last of toying with me she looks into my eyes and asks, "Are you ready to cum now my slave?" Pleading I reply, "Please Mistress. Let me cum." "You want to cum badly don't you?" Wordlessly I reply nodding "Yes" begging with my eyes. Ever so slowly she begins to stroke my shaft now. Pumping it carefully up and down, she smiles as I begin to breath faster in time to her strokes. My loins tremble as I approach the brink and I wonder just when and if she will be sucking me off. "Please Mistress, suck me off, please," I beg. "Not this time slave. Tonight you taste your seed directly from your cock." Shame and revulsion battle with lust and excitement at the thought of being made to swallow my own seed. My cock hardens with excitement at the thought of cumming in my own face and before I can cry or beg Mistress begins to pump ever faster at my shaft and I feel myself shudder and erupt. As I begin to cry out in orgasm my face is splattered with cum and a large wad of it passes my lips and lands on my tongue. Slightly salty it sits in my mouth and I attempt to spit it out. As I try my ass explodes in pain as Mistress Judy swats my exposed buttocks. "Swallow it slut," she orders, "All of it, slave." In fear I swallow and open my lips as even more cum dribbles from my engorged shaft. Now it slowly falls between my lips and I revel in my shame and degradation. More strokes to my shaft keeps me hard and throbbing even while it spasms in release. Held helpless in my bonds Mistress gently takes my cock in her lips and sucks it dry so that my loins tingle in reaction. At once her mouth covers mine and I taste my seed on her lips. Our tongues mingle and caress as she gently teases me. Now she starts to lick my face clean of my seed and transfers it to my waiting lips. I revel in the degradation Mistress has reduced me to, bound and dressed in lingerie with my cum upon my face I gaze up at her in worship and awe. "Thank you Mistress," I say, as she picks up the ball gag and fills my waiting lips with it. Straps are released and I am allowed to lie on the bed and rest as my ankles are fastened together with a loose length of chain between them. A linked tether is run from the center of the ankle chain up to the rings at the ends of the bondage mittens. A second lock fastens my wrists together and secures me for the night. A last lock fastens my leash to the head board and secures me for the night. Carefully she pulls the panties back up over my cock and tucks me in for the night before she snuggles in under the covers beside me. With a contented sigh I lie back and wait until morning when with any luck I will be used again, and allowed to serve my Mistress.