Young Sheldon, an average college joe, had no idea what was in store for him when he caught the attention of Miranda--torrid Mistress Miranda of the depraved demands! Add in a wayward maid for added touch and our hero learns what it means to be a bottom and to worship the delights of a goddess of
Naked as the day I popped out of my mother's womb,, my cock swinging freely, I walked next to Jolene to a room at the far end of the corridor. She used a key to open the door, and then held it for me to enter. There was only one item of furniture in the room, if you could call it furniture.
A black sawhorse with a thick red velvet pad on top of the cross-bar. And leather cuffs at the bottom of each of the four legs.
Now I had an idea of what "prepared" meant.
"You will lean over the sawhorse," Jolene said, "your tummy on top of the cushion."
With more than a little trepidation I moved across the thick carpet to the ominous-looking contraption that stood in the center of the room. Hardly had I bent over it when the maid moved to kneel behind me.
Quickly she pulled my left leg to the side and affixed the leather cuff around it, tightening it just enough to cause a slight discomfort. She moved to the other side and did the same. I could only imagine the view she was getting with my legs spread wide and my genitals swinging in the breeze. Before I knew it, my wrists were shackled to the front of the sawhorse.
For good measure, she drew a strap from one end of the sawhorse to the other, pulling it tightly over my back, ensuring my movements were all but impossible.
Before she left, she placed a blindfold over my eyes so I was left in almost total darkness.
Jolene was gone, leaving me naked and alone.
Purposefully, Miranda left me naked and alone like this to ponder my fate. I knew I was about to be whipped for the first time in my life, but I had no idea what else might be in store for me.
The minutes passed.
I was getting worried here.
The door opened.
Had no idea if it was Jolene or Miranda who moved behind me. Whoever it was moved so quietly I could hardly hear movement. I strained to listen in the darkness.
Then, without warning, I heard a slight whistling sound, followed by a loud crack of leather against flesh.
Felt a searing, burning pain across my backside and cried out.
My voice reverberated throughout the room.
"My dear," came the voice through the pain.
It was Miranda. Wickedly beautiful Miranda who was also wickedly painful Miranda. "If you are going to be a baby about this we are going to have to gag you. Please try to be a bit more quiet."
I braced myself for the next stroke. Instead, I felt a few light taps from the tip of whatever she was using. Then she reached back. I braced again, clenching my ass cheeks tightly.
"The more you clench like that, Mr. Lord, the more it will hurt. You will need to learn to relax and accept."
Easy for her to say.
And the second I relaxed she wailed into me with a second stroke that must have left a huge gash. It didn't, of course, but it sure felt like it. My ass was literally on fire from just two measures of her merciless whip.
"He is taking it better than I thought, but he has so much to learn," said Miranda.
"He is streaking nicely already," said a second voice.
Watching this show!
"His balls look very nice. You did a fine job, Jolene."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"Would you be kind enough to tease them for me?"
A small hand on my newly-shaved testicles, weighing the sack in her palm. Gently massaging them. Pushing them and watching them sway to and fro between my well spread legs. Suddenly she grabbed them, squeezing them tightly, pulling them sharply down. I winced, then cried out again from the pain.
This was more than "teasing," at least in my book. When she cruelly twisted my beleaguered sack while applying way too much pressure, I cried out even more loudly than I had the first time.
"He didn't listen very well about making noise, did he?" asked an obviously annoyed Miranda.
"No, ma'am, he didn't."
"A penis gag might help," said Miranda.
A penis gag?!?
"I'll get one, ma'am."