Taylor Leaves Andrea
This tale features trans lesbian extreme femdom. If that isn't your jam you might want to skip it.
Taylor knew that Andrea had wicked plans for her after work that would attain a new plateau in their growing relationship. She was used to serving her employer's wicked desires at the end of the evening, but Andrea had warned her that she planned to take complete control of her and that there would be a ceremony commemorating that escalation tonight. She knew that this was a watershed event. It was full of excitement and dread for her. There would be pain, of that she was certain, but the deep arousal that she felt when Andrea held her and the need she had for the control she exercised over her outweighed the fear of how she would be made to suffer.
Her huge cock had been battling against the tape holding it down all night. Whenever Andrea was near her excitement grew, particularly because her beautiful boss touched her whenever possibly, sometimes slipping her hand under her short skirt to fondle her bound meat or stroke her ass.
During her break she'd been obliged to kneel at Andrea's feet behind her desk and suck her to an impressive orgasm that filled her mouth with scalding cum. The flavor had remained on her tastebuds as she served her tables for nearly half an hour. She felt self-conscious that her customers might smell her cock breath.
The thought of Andrea's cock always filled her with lustful thoughts of being impaled to receive powerful thrusts that excited her beyond words. Taylor had to admit that she liked getting fucked even more than she enjoyed sucking cock, particularly when it was Andrea fucking her because she took her pleasure so ruthlessly. Her anus had ached ever since the first time. Her Mistress never got enough, and she seemed to have no concern for how her brutal treatment affected Taylor, unlike Brad who was sometimes too gentle with her.
That casual treatment of her slave applied to every aspect of their relationship. She enjoyed playing with her genitals immeasurably and utilized her vast collection of toys to experiment with various levels of agony when they played. The thought that tonight would exceed previous excursions into Andrea's sadistic experiments on her body terrified her, but despite that her cock throbbed in anticipation.
"You have no idea how hard I'm going to use you tonight, my little slut."
Taylor hadn't noticed Andrea slipping up to whisper into her ear from behind. The soft warning made her shudder.
"There's a gentleman at table five who expressed an interest in a special service."
"Yes, Mistress."
The worst part of Taylor's job was moments like this. Andrea pimped her out infrequently, but when she did it was expected that she would serve the guest who requested her in any way that was demanded. She knew who was seated at the table in question and dreaded what was to come. The man was fat, ugly and had a nasty manner. He'd tried to grope her when she brought his last drink and made a lewd comment.
"You got such a pretty mouth why don't you wrap it around my cock?"
So, Andrea made it official. Now she had to suck the pig's dick. She decided to get it over with and marched to table five, took his beastly hand and led him back to the office where she guided him to a chair, helped him lower his pants and fished his little Peyronie curved cock out and went to work. She fondled his balls and sucked him as efficiently as possible.
As soon as he shot his load she rose and left for the bathroom to spit his foul ejaculate into the toilet.
Andrea intercepted her as she emerged and grabbed her face.
"He said you were rude and did a shitty job."
"Sorry Mistress."
"I expect better from my slave, bitch. Next time I send you to service a good customer I expect rave reviews on what an excellent slut you are. We will revisit this tonight, trust me."
When Andrea released Taylor's face, she swatted her hard between her legs. The blow doubled her over and she cried out in agony. As Andrea stalked away Taylor cried in a mixture of pain from her balls and terror at what Andrea now planned for later.
Closing time only served to double her dread. Andrea led her to their apartment by hooking a finger under her collar as she marched her roughly down the street, Surely, anyone who witnessed her humiliation knew that she was a slave who was on her way to severe punishment for some infraction. In case the visual clues were not sufficient humiliation, Andrea lectured her sternly and in a loud voice as she dragged her along.
When she pulled Taylor up the front steps of their brownstone the collar choked her harshly. Once inside Andrea marched to the display of implements of torture hanging on a rack against the wall by the bed.
"You've got ten seconds to be naked, slut."
Taylor had already begun removing her work uniform but increased her pace, fairly ripping her stockings and panties off. Even so she was not quick enough to suit Andrea who stormed up to her and tore the tape securing her cock off rudely and clutched her balls in a fierce grip eliciting a howl of agony.
"If you think that hurts, consider it a caress, slut."
"Yes, M-mistress."
"On your knees."
"When I direct you to pleasure a client and he or she is not satisfied you will suffer terribly. My reputation is always to be forefront in your mind as you serve anyone I loan you to. IS THAT FUCKING CLEAR, SLUT!"
She slashed the crop she had selected from the rack across Taylor's tits. She raked back and forth repeatedly making them bounce wildly under the rain of brutal blows.
Taylor cried out at each lash as bright red welts popped out on her tender tits.
"Shut up, bitch."
She brought the crop down on Taylor's traitorous cock that was standing up belying the pain and terror she was feeling. Taylor shrieked at the agony of that blow. Andrea grabbed her by the throat and hissed.
"I told you to shut it. Go fetch the big cock gag, that'll keep you quiet."
Taylor rose awkwardly and staggered to the rack of torture devices. She took a gag that was shaped like a thick cock, about 5" equipped with two straps.
"Get the largest butt plug too.".
"And lube?"
"No lube."
Taylor scowled at this, but Andrea caught her reaction and glared pointedly at her.
"Have you got something to say, slut?"
No response was forthcoming.
"No? Then get your ass over here."
Taylor stumbled over to Andrea and handed her the required equipment, then fell to her knees at her Mistress' feet.
"All fours, ass high."
Tayor dropped her hands to the floor and arched her back to lift her butt provocatively.
"Mouth open."
Taylor opened her mouth wide, and Andre leaned over to slip the phallic gag in. Taylor worked her jaw to settle the intruder in. Then Adnrea attached the straps to fix the device securely in place.
She signaled her to spin around and present her ass for the next step. Taylor's reluctance was obvious knowing the agony that taking the plug with no lube would entail.
Taylor was resigned to Andrea's intention to insert the plug without benefit of lubrication. She struggled with her fear and desire warring in her emotions. She was besotted with Andrea, but terrified at the same time. She knew that Andrea could be incredibly cruel, yet she inspired the most overwhelming passion that Taylor had ever felt. Even the way she felt about Brad was pale by comparison.
When Taylor felt the tip of the plug touch her ring instinctively began to clench but by an act of will she began to relax and pushed out to accept the monstrous plug and save herself the pain she knew would come with any resistance.
"Open wide, you don't want to fight this."
Taylor knew that Andrea was being kind in her way, warning her that resistance was futile and that she would have her way with her regardless. The pressure was gentle and slowly built as the plug forced her anus open.
The pain grew in intensity as the girth of the plug widened the deeper it went. Taylor whimpered at first and then cried out. Andrea stared intently at the effect her toy was having, distending Taylor's. hole grotesquely. She considered how easily she would be able to fist her after this, which made her cock harder and prompted pre cum to drip down her shaft.
When the fattest part of the plug popped past Tayor's sphincter she shrieked and her arms collapsed so she fell forward, doing a face plant onto the floor. She wept miserably shaking and trembling, reaching behind herself to touch the base of the plug with a trembling hand.
"It hurts so much, Mistress."
"You look beautiful like this."
Andrea knelt beside Taylor and stroked her hair softly. Then leaned close and kissed her softly on the cheek and whispered softly/
"I do love you. You know that don't you?"
Taylor responded softly through her tears in a shaky voice.
"I love you, Mistress."
"Of course you do. You belong to me."
"Yes, Mistress, I do."
"Do I own you, body and soul?"
"Yes, Mistress, you own me."
"Show me."
Taylor struggled to painfully kneel up facing Andrea and took her Mistress' stiff cock in her mouth. She began sucking ardently taking her entire length into her throat and fondling her balls while sucking for all she was worth.
Andrea clutched her head and skull fucked her relentlessly, driving her cock deep into Taylor's throat, gagging her with each thrust, disregarding the girl's discomfort as she sought her own pleasure.
Taylor's eyes snapped wide open, and she gagged harshly when Andrea shot her load. She sprayed cum and a bit of vomit onto Andrea's stomach. Andrea slapped her face hard.
"You puked on me, bitch."
"I'm so sorry, Mistress. I choked when you came in my throat."
Andrea slapped her again.
"You insult me and my cock. You should welcome them and happily accept my cum wherever I choose to give it to you."
"It just caught me by surprise, Mistress. I love your cock and anything you give me from it."
"Is this why Oscar was dissatisfied with your blowjob earlier?"
"I'm so sorry, Mistress. I deserve to be punished for disappointing you."
Andrea grabbed Taylor by her jaw and glared coldly into her trembling face. Her fingers dug cruelly into her face. Tears trickled from the corners of Taylor's eyes.
"Boo freaking hoo, bitch. Your tears don't impress me. Bring me a cane at the stocks."
Taylors cried harder as she hurried to the display of torture implements and selected a rattan cane, then walked to the stocks in the corner of the bedroom. She stood there, facing the terrifying structure, quivering in fear and holding the cane with both hands.
She stood there for at least ten minutes trembling, anticipating the cruel punishment Andrea was certain to mete out when she had made her suffer enough terror waiting for the punishment to come.
"Are you ready to pay for your misbehavior, slut?"
"Y- yes, Mistress."
Taylor's voice was small, weak, like that of a child.
"I'm going to give you twenty of the best. You will count every stroke, thank me and ask for another."
"Oh, God, Mistress, please, no."
"Then make it twenty-five. Any other requests?"
Taylor broke into a fresh cascade of tears, blubbering and pleading for mercy.
Andrea grabbed Taylor's wrist and pulled her up to fasten it in the stock, then followed with the other. She fetched a spreader bar from the rack and secured the girl's ankles in that. Once Taylor was secured Andrea grabbed the bar and forcefully pulled it back to meet a screw eye mounted in the floor where she attached them together with a carabiner.
Taylor's huge cock hung obscenely under her, a perfect target for the cane Andrea stroked her body seductively with. She bounced her cock and balls with the cane as she hissed wicked promises.
"I will hate to hurt you, darling, but you have earned it."
"Yes, Mistress."
Andrea gave Taylor's cock one last flip making it swing and her balls bounce, then slid it away to bring it to rest across the top of her ass. She rubbed it softly on her firm flesh, then lifted it high above before bringing it down hard to land with a snap. The wood bit cruelly and Taylor screamed.
"One, t-thank you, Mistress, may I have another please?"
Andrea shifted the angle of delivery as she proceeded delivering stroke after stroke to Talor's ass, spacing out the stripes she made on her slave's flesh from coccyx to the crease where her thighs met her buttocks. Bright red, fiery welts blazing against the girl's pale flesh.
She paused to catch her breath as Tayor whimpered in agony and blubbered.
"Twenty, Mistress, thank you, may I have another please?"
Cruel enjoyment of the terror and agony she was administering gleamed in Andrea's eyes as she detached the bar from the screw eye, opened the upper arm of the stocks and released her wrists. Taylor's respite was short lived though. She was turned around so her wrists could be bent back and relocked into the holes, leaving her facing out.
Andrea placed the cane against her lips and pushed it into the girl's mouth. She took rough hold of her balls and began stroking her cock, working it to full, impressive hardness. Once it was standing proudly at full staff, she pressed it down harshly, ripping a scream from Taylor.
"Please, Mistress, no more, I beg you."
When Andrea released Taylor's cock it sprung partway back up, so she had to caress her back to full erection with a gentle touch.
"You have five more strokes coming, slut."
"Please, no."
Andrea brought the cane below her balls and gently bounced them with the wooden shaft. Although smaller, Andrea's cock was rigid and dripping pre cum. She took it in hand and rubbed it against Taylor's. She leaned in to kiss Taylor as she rubbed their cocks together. Taylor returned her kiss passionately until she screamed as her balls were squeezed and twisted viciously.
Andrea stepped back to rub Taylor's balls before drawing it back to lash them with a harsh flick from her cane. Taylor howled before murmuring the required response through her tears.
"Twenty-one, thank you, Mistress. May I have another, please?"
After delivering two more to her balls, Andrea shifted her attention to Taylor's massive cock, delivering her first slash to the swollen glans, and the ultimate stroke to the underside that was presented perfectly. The cane left a lovely red welt bisecting her cock.
Andrea lay her cane down across the bed while she released her slave and helped her to lie down on the bed. She opened a drawer in the bedside table and removed a jar of ointment which she rubbed gently into Taylor's welts.
"I'm so sorry, Mistress."
"Ssh, relax, it's over."
Taylor reached out to caress Andrea's perfect B cup breast with one hand and reached for her stiff cock with her other. She began to roll onto her side and worked into position to sheath it with her mouth. She cupped her Mistress' balls and took her hardness fully into her mouth, opening her throat to swallow her completely. She sucked Andrea hungrily showing the depth of her devotion.
Andrea stroked her tenderly as she enjoyed Taylor's mouth worshipping her. The stark contrast between the girl's tender loving as she sucked her cock, and the intense cruelty of the beating was not lost on either.
Andrea's incredible arousal from beating Taylor so harshly with her cane had driven her readiness off the charts. The hungry mouth and open throat coaxed her to a rapid release, and she took the girl's head in her hands, thrusting hard deep into her throat, skull fucking her brutally.
Taylor accepted the rigid member thrusting painfully into her throat happily, giving herself as a vessel to her Mistress arousal gladly, working her balls to coax as much cum from them as possible. When Andrea began ejaculating a series of huge streams of cum into her throat, she gulped it down and encouraged some to backwash into her mouth and pulled back so some sprayed onto her face to offer the picture of Mistress' jizz dripping from her nose and chin.
"Thank you, Mistress. I love you."
"What are you thanking me for, slut?"
"For punishing me when I deserved it and for gracing me with your cum."
"Would you like to be allowed to cum?"
"If you would allow it, I would adore it, Mistress."
"Mmm, fetch me a glass of chardonnay."
Taylor crawled to the kitchen, trying her best to move normally. The huge butt plug mage her rectum ache with every motion.
She returned, struggling to carry the wine glass while crawling with only one hand.
Andrea awaited her drink impatiently, tapping her foot in a blatant show of irritation when a bit dripped over the edge when she handed the glass to her.
"Sorry, Mistress, it was hard with one hand."
"Fetch the parachute and weights."
Taylor's eyes widened in fear at what that command implied was in store for her. Mistress only used the parachute when she was planning drawn out testicle torture, something she loved inflicting and Taylor was terrified to endure.
She struggled to crawl back to Andrea holding the parachute and weights in one hand. She yearned for Brad's gentleness and loving touch while wondering what compelled her to serve Andrea whom she knew was about to inflict agonizing pain on her tenderest parts.
"Please, Mistress."
"Please what?"
"Please don't hurt me too badly, I'm so sorry I failed you. That man is just so horrible, I couldn't help being disgusted by having his hideous cock in my mouth."
"Do you belong to me?"
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Do you wish to continue as my slave?"
When Taylor hesitated, Andrea slapped her across the face.
"Yes, or no, slut."
"Please don't hurt my balls."
"Last chance. Yes, or no?"
"Yes, Mistress I do."
Her voice lacked conviction and Andrea knew it. She grabbed Taylor's face under her jaw and raised her to stare into her tearing eyes.
"I don't believe you, slut. Is it thoughts of your boyfriend that trouble you?"
"I love him too, Mistress."
"Have I said you are forbidden from seeing him?"
"No. Mistress."
"Then what is the problem? He's married to a woman and lives with her. You're his kept slut. Is that what makes you happy?"
"He's very good to me."
"And I'm not?"
"You are very cruel sometimes, Mistress."
"You knew I was a sadist from the beginning."
"I didn't know I'd be required to whore for you."
"Without me you'd be selling your ass on the street."
"Brad wouldn't let that happen to me."
"He would resent having to support you, that's why he brought you to me for a job."
"He brought me to you for a regular job, not to be a whore with disgusting pigs like that worm tonight."
"If you are my slave, you give me the right to use you as I please. At any rate you earned severe punishment for insulting my patron. If you wish to be my slave any longer, accept your punishment or leave. And don't show up for work tomorrow."
Taylor hesitated still but finally gave in to Andrea's blistering glare.
"I'm proud to be your slave, Mistress."
The wicked snarl that curled on Andrea's lips terrified Taylor for good reason. She was all too aware of how cruel her Mistress could be.
Andrea opened the cuff and slipped it around Taylor's scrotum close to where it flowed from under her cock and pelvis. She clipped it closed and gave the chains that dangled from it a tug. Taylor yelped at the pain when the leather donut stretched her balls forcefully down. Andrea began attaching lead fishing weights to the chains one at a time, lifting them as high as possible once they were clipped on and dropping them. With each added weight Taylor whimpered louder and pitifully.
She tugged on the weighted chains one at a time, establishing a steady rhythm that made Taylor cry out in response to each yank. Andrea's sadistic grin grew in intensity as she wrenched louder cries from her slave. When her victim began sobbing and collapsed to the floor, she stopped to admire her work and selected another item from the array on the table. It was a tube and as soon as she opened it Taylor caught a whiff of the Icy Hot and howled in terror.
"I think your poor balls need some nice soothing ointment."
She squirted a generous portion into her palm and reached down between Taylor's legs. She applied the glob of cream liberally to the girl's big, swollen balls and squeezed her harshly as she made sure it was rubbed in thoroughly.
Taylor screamed in agony as the liniment began to fire up on her tormented scrotum.
"I bet that really hurts like hell, doesn't it?"
"It's horrible, Mistress."
Andrea went to the equipment and selected a violet wand. She switched it on and the wicked instrument glowed. She approached Taylor and held it out toward her trapped balls. She applied it and the crackling, snapping sounds blended with Taylor's shrieks.
"Next time I send you to service a customer will you make him feel special and wanted?"
"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry I let you down."
Taylor collapsed onto the floor, blubbering.
"You understand that as your owner I have the right to offer your services to anyone I choose."
"I guess."
She wept abjectly, reaching down to clutch at her tortured testicles.
"There's no guessing. It was a yes or no question."
"I don't want to be your whore."
"If I decide you are to be my whore, then that's what you will be."
"Then, no, Mistress. I won't just service any piece of shit you offer me to."
"Fine, you know where the door is. Don't let it hit you in the ass."
"Please take this thing off my balls."
"Remove it yourself. You have hands."
Taylor took hold of the contraption and unfastened the closure. She dropped it to the floor with a clatter. rose to her feet and gathered up her clothes.
"I'll let you wear your uniform home, but you'll drop it off at the club tomorrow. Your pay will be waiting for you. Then we are done. I'll never expect to see you again."
"Fine."
Taylor dressed quickly, strode to the door and closed it with a slam on her way out.
Tears streamed down her face as she took the steps quickly on her way down. At the bottom of the stoop, she fished her phone from her purse and fumbled with it, misdialing her first two tries. The third time was the charm, and she saw the number she meant to dial on the display.
"Please call back as soon as you can."
She hung up immediately before proceeding down the street, sobbing as she staggered through the Village streets. She stepped into an unfamiliar cafe along the way, stepped up to the bar and ordered a straight tequila that she pounded before indicating to the bartender that she wanted another. She pounded that one too, wiped tears from her cheeks dropped a ten on the bar and left quickly.
She made her way home, ripped the work clothes off carelessly and dove between her sheets. The remote for her TV lay on the bedside table and she grabbed it, turned to the first station that wasn't showing a commercial and settled in. She had stumbled into a black and white film with subtitles. She didn't recognize it, but realized quickly that it was in French, looking like something new wave. It featured a young woman who was having an argument with a nefarious looking man.
Her phone rang. She really needed it to be Brad, and it was.
"I am so sorry to call you like that, baby. I just need to talk to you."
She listened for a minute.
"I know, but I just had to."
Tears began flowing from her eyes and cascading down her cheeks replete with sobbing sounds. It took her several minutes to compose herself.
"I know, baby, I'm so sorry, but that bitch Andrea. I can't just let her treat me like property, a piece of fucking meat."
She listened for another minute.
"I really need you, baby. Can you come soon?"
Listening.
"Really? Could you? It wouldn't cause trouble with her?"
Listening.
"Oh, Brad, thank you so much. I can't wait to see you."
- Taylor was surprised when Andrea introduced a new toy during their ceremony, a violet wand used for CBT, sending electric shocks through her body.
- Despite the pain and fear, Taylor craved the consensual slavery that Andrea offered, cherishing the moment when Andrea would cane her with an icy hot sensation.
- After the intense session, Andrea treated Taylor to a relaxing activity, letting her insert a large parachute butt plug for a sensory experience.
- As the night drew to a close, Andrea took pleasure in using a lesbian trans femdom dominatrix approach, culminating in a lesbian sex session with a butt plug still inserted, leaving Taylor pleasantly exhausted.