The Club

My Mistress

I followed you into the club and was hit with the music building in percussiveness as it thumped against my chest and ears. Dark, angular halls in movement with men and women in fetish wear, formal wear, T-shirts and baseball hats and occasionally, nothing much at all. I’m wearing what Mistress instructed me to wear; nice shoes, nice shirt, and nice pants. And you; so casually beautiful in what you’re wearing.

Playful and drop dead sexy at the same time. Walking behind you I fasten on your hourglass hips; miraculous. Your body sways and switches in the combination of your walk keeping rhythm in the music. I felt privileged and even a little arrogant being beside you. It was as if I was more your date, and loving that, as compared to somebody subservient to you. But as we weaved between people and gazed at the Dom’s and Dominatrix spanking and slapping and beating gleeful people on tables; I began to see how you were going to put me into my appropriate place. It started slowly with you telling me to “wait for me here” or just suddenly walking away from me. The more I lit your cigarettes and carried your purse the realization came on me that I was just an accoutrement to my Mistress.

Power Exchange

 As this went on, the more I felt myself draining away from the inside out: my masculinity, my priorities and my will. But then at the same time I begin to refill with something else. It was as if there was an invisible umbilical cord between you and I. While my self-interests flowed out what you wanted me to be was flowing in with this warm, secure and enticing sense of anticipation eagerly awaiting  your creation and intention. 

I followed you to a place to watch the main show. A Dom/slave couple hit the floor with an ear breaking volume of a sound track. He was going at it, really beating her, she was dancing with him right along to it.  I sat at your feet and my eye’s attention kept straying to your shapely legs and impeccable feet; tight inside knee-high black leather. I could not stop thinking about it.  At a certain point after we left the show so you could smoke; I could no longer hold back. I meekly asked you if there could be some kind of public display of my devotion to you.

Mistress’s Play

 To my delightful surprise you immediately said yes and you instructed me to find us a suitable place. You of course actually found our space; a room down a hall that was open and clean.  Mistress proceeded to lie on the bed and you presented your boots to me and gave me instructions about what to do, leaving the door to the room open wide. I realized as I got down on my knees with my back to the door anybody could be standing behind, watching; which eventually is what happened. 

You ordered me to kiss your feet and as I got pulled into you power I felt  I was making love to your beautiful-hard boots. You told me to declare myself a worthless “piece of shit” and to say out loud my intense, unwavering “love for you.”  As this went on,  I was being replaced from the inside out. Less and less I was the person that I’d known all my life but becoming this new kind of slave-creature.

Soon you had your slave-creature undressed and the acts became more humiliating. You made me lay my erect penis on the bed and stood on it with what felt like all you weight. It was bruised for days and painful to my touch that evening.  Mistress kicked me in the balls as I lay on my back completely naked accept for ridiculous black socks. All the while people would look from the open door, rotating in and out, giggling or catching their breath. But they were not watching me. They were seeing your glorious beauty and your crawling, quivering slave-creature. I wanted them all to know what you had made me into.

You Can Never Have Me

When you laid on your side, drew you legs up and slowly touched yourself; you washed out what was left of me completely.  As I paused, sucking on you boot and jerking off, I was suddenly caught-up staring lovingly at your insatiable, beautiful womanliness.  Then you spoke to me. As you ran your finger along your cheeks, seam and up over your lips peeking around your thong, you said “ you will never have this, never have this in your lifetime.” For a moment I began to sob and then, the very last of my internal replacement transpired. I was settled and secure in wanting nothing more than for a real man to please you as I did what I could to please you both. I was your mindless, no-will creature.

Eventually you had It on the floor with one leg thrown up on the bed humping it as It tried to force your boot down It’s throat. The harder It humped the bed and the further your boot went into It’s mouth and the more of an internal connection formed between the mouth and the dick; it was electric. It felt like energy was running through It’s insides that were now filled with a crystal clear liquid that you could form into anything you liked. It was a slave-creature telepathically tethered to it’s Mistress. Slave-creature wanted to hear the people at the door laughing as It humped widely away. It even reached around and grabbed It’s ass cheeks; pulling Itself apart to expose more of it for what it was. 

After you had had enough you told me to stop and get dressed. As I was dressing and we were getting ready to enjoy the last part of our evening I felt something pouring out of me; crystal clear slave-creature, and being refilled with the person that I predominately show the world; it was a heavy feeling. 

And Now…

It is taking time, actually almost one year, for my Goddess-Mistress-Creator to remake me. And, I think I’m becoming not just one slave-creature but depending upon what Mistress desires, several different slave-creatures. It comforting to let go of the burdens of person hood and to be only that which you bring into being. Mistress can make me into whatever it is that she wishes.

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