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Against The Wall And Spread 'Em by Patrick Richards, Femdom BDSM
The price for coming home late, no matter what the excuse, will be not be easy for this well-tortured slave.
 

Copyrighted © 2008 by Patrick Richards, all rights reserved.  

       People were rushing up and down the streets and avenues like a colony of ants that had just found a picnic in the park. Back and forth and in and out they went, continually moving at an increased rhythm, constantly on the go. I sat about half-way back on the blue and white metro bus as it slowly made its way through the bumper to bumper traffic up the boulevard from the marina area of the city.

       Through the dark tinted window I could see the masts of my sloop as it rested on the quiet water of the harbor. It was once a major part of my life before I chose to become Samantha’s slave. Being owned and totally dominated by a beautiful, sadistic woman was a lifetime fantasy. It was all I really ever wanted. Now it is a reality.

       As the bus passed the old Washburn Factory, I could see the smile on my face. The dark brick wall made the window act like a carnival mirror, reflecting my soul. I had found my place in life, and I was happy.

       The regular people out there were working and shopping, doing what they had to do in their everyday world, but not me because my life is far from normal. I had just spent the entire morning on my knees servicing a beautiful blond Goddess with my tongue and getting nothing in return.

       It was not what I was supposed to do today, but as a slave to my Mistress and her overly demanding sisters, I had no choice. I had to obey even if there were dire consequences awaiting me later. My Mistress had sent me to Marcy’s apartment to do the weekly cleaning, laundry and such, but all I did was bring her sister to a dozen moments of sexual pleasure. The only thing that got cleaned was her hungry, unsatisfiable pussy.

       The bus made numerous stops as it trudged its way out into the suburbs. Every time someone got off or on I realized that time was quickly passing by, and it would have an affect on the painful punishment that I would receive when I finally got home.

       But what could I do? I lost my car to my Mistress many months ago, and now I was at the mercy of the damned city bus. So when I finally got home, I would pay the price for my habitual tardiness.

       Finally the bus arrived. I walked as fast as I could from the corner bus stop. Actually I could hurry all I wanted, but it would make no difference. I was already late. It was nearly one o’clock, and my Mistress had expected her lunch by noon.

       As I walked in the front door my Mistress yelled at me. “You’re late again, slave!”

       “I know, Mistress. I’m very sorry, Mistress Samantha, but Marcy….” I tried to explain, but she wasn’t interested in any of my excuses.

       I was in serious trouble; I mean really deep shit. It seems that almost every time I go to Marcy’s place to do my regular cleaning, I end up getting a good thrashing when I get home. You see, Samantha’s youngest sister is a nymphomaniac. She loves her continuous orgasms and really enjoys causing me pain and punishment. She skips work many of the days that I have to clean my old condo where she now lives.

       She intentionally caused me to be late again, and there was absolutely no way to talk my way out of it. It wasn’t my fault. Samantha really knew it, but it didn’t make any difference. Nothing would change my awaited fate.

       “But Marcy wouldn’t let….”

       “Silence, slave! I don’t want to hear any of your feeble excuses,” she continued. “I sent you to clean my sister’s apartment this morning and gave you explicit orders to be home by noon. You’re an hour late. I have things planned for the afternoon and now I’m going to be late.”

       Without another word I sank to my knees, humbling myself before my Goddess, groveling at her feet. “Please forgive me, Mistress. It won’t happen again.”

       “Well, I can’t bother wasting any more time. I’ve waited too long already. Go get me a pair of handcuffs and a nice stiff crop. You can undress except for your bra and panties. Hurry up! Oh, pick up my soiled undies from the hamper in my bathroom and bring them along as well. Now move it!”

       It only took me a couple of minutes to follow her instructions. I wondered what she had in mind as she indicated for me to follow her into the back yard and over next to the privacy fence.

       “Since you made me wait for you all morning, you can wait for me this afternoon,” she said as she locked my hands behind my back in the sturdy steel cuffs. “Step back and put your feet on those spots in the grass. See ‘em?”

       On the ground next to my feet were two small white spots that had been painted there with a spray can. They were about two feet apart and a foot and a half from the wooden wall.

       As I settled my feet onto the designated places she said, “Now lean forward and place your nose against the wall. That’s it, just a little higher.”

       She placed her wonderful sweet pussy-scented panties so my nose held them against the rough, hard surface of the barrier fence. With every breath I would inhale the unique and enchanting essence of my Mistress.

       “Your nose is on a very tiny spot that I put on the wall. I want you to stand here and not move. You can wait for me until I decide to return. If you move from that exact spot or let my panties fall, I will whip your balls for an hour. Understand?”

       “Yes, mistress.”

       Before she left, Samantha stepped back and picked up the whip. She never spoke but I could hear the tell-tale sound of the long, thin leather-wrapped crop. It hissed through the air and slashed against my butt. Like a large evil snake it burned a fiery swath across both ass cheeks. I remained silent as she cocked her arm for a second strike. It immediately found another waiting spot of tender flesh to leave its fiery hot bite.

       Again and again she raised heavy welts across my derrière. They hurt terribly but the immediate pain would soon cease, becoming just a dull ache soon after the initial assault had ended. Soon she tired of the game, but two dozen black and blue marks would linger and bear witness to my punishment.

       Almost immediately I could feel a slight strain in my back. I was positioned so I really couldn’t stand with my feet flat on the ground. I was forced to put most of my weight on my nose and the balls of my feet. I knew it wouldn’t be long before the over-stretched muscles in the backs of my legs would start to revolt as well.

       I inhaled deeply letting her lustful scent charge my batteries for I knew that I would be here for a long time. I had a price to pay. Now it was my turn to wait for her.

       There was pressure on my nose as it supported my entire upper body against the wall, but a slight movement allowed me to use my forehead as well for my three point stance, but that put more stress on my legs and feet. Beads of sweat already dotted my brow as I stood there and waited. I knew it would be a long afternoon standing here almost naked in the blazing hot sun, but I had no choice. No matter what, I would obey my Mistress and wait for her.

        To pass the time I thought about the things that got me into this situation. I had the world by the ass and all the money you could ever want when I placed a personal ad in the newspaper. I was looking for a beautiful, sadistic, demanding woman to make me her life-long slave. It wasn’t worded exactly like that but it caught someone’s attention.

       Samantha answered my ad. She immediately took complete control of my life. She gave me the pain and discipline that I so strongly desired. I immediately fell in love with her even though she humiliated me in public, tortured me unmercifully and denied me any sexual satisfaction, and that was just on our first date.

       For an entire year my Mistress made me keep my body shaved, dress in women’s lingerie and worship her magnificent pussy several times a day. Without actual castration I was totally emasculated. I was her maid and housekeeper, servant and provider. My only satisfaction in life has been pleasing her and never giving a thought to my own needs and desires. Actually I’ve given a lot of thought to what I needed, but it didn’t make any difference. She owns me completely. I am her slave, and I love it.

       The sun slowly moved across the sky and soon a shadow covered my sunburned flesh. It felt so good, but my body was feeling the toll of its position. The muscles in my lower back were tightly knotted from the strain of my leaning position. My shoulders were hurting from my hands being cuffed behind my back, and both my thigh and calf muscles cramped as the constant pressure continued.

       The discomfort increased but that was the least of my worries. Off in the distance I could hear the distinct rumbling of thunder. Obviously we were going to have a summer shower. The sky darkened and a cool breeze blew through the trees in the back yard.

       I could feel the temperature drop. The thunder was louder and I could see an occasional lightning flash in my peripheral vision. I remembered the old adage about counting the seconds between the thunder and the lightning. “One, two, three, four…”

The storm must be about four miles away I thought. Suddenly a few cold sprinkles of rain hit me.

       The wind pushed the trees back and forth, and the rain moved in with a powerful force. I kept my nose tight to the wall as a steady downpour began. It was a ferocious storm. It rained so hard that if you were driving down the highway, you’d have to pull over to the side of the road and wait so you can see where you were going.

       Bang! The lightning struck close by. I could smell the ozone in the air. That was close, but I couldn’t move. I knew that no matter what, I would stand my ground and wait for my Mistress to return. No matter what the weather or what happened around me, I would obey her command.

       A steady storm continued for well over an hour. Sometimes it pounded down upon my naked flesh with a vengeance and other times it was just a steady drizzle, but I was drenched and chilled to the bone. It reminded me of the time I spent in bondage under the icy cold spray of her shower when she caught me jerking off. The cold rain water dripped from my body as I continued to hold her panties against the wall.

       Finally the storm passed. Occasionally a muffled rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance. The wind stopped blowing, and the sun warmed the air once more. After enduring the sun and the rain, I wondered what else could happen.

       I inhaled deeply but most of her scent was pretty much washed away. There was nothing left to stimulate me except the knowledge of what these lovely treasures once touched. I would just have to wait. And waiting I did. The hours stretched on almost endlessly.

       My stomach growled continuously and pangs of hunger consumed me. It was just another addition to my extreme discomfort. Other than a bagel for breakfast, I had nothing to eat all day other than Marcy. Certainly a pussy has no real nourishment other than feeding one’s sexual urge.

       Soon I noticed that the sun was going down. I figured that my Mistress would be home in a while. So much for thinking. Night was quickly approaching. It would be dark shortly and yet I stood at my appointed post.

       Occasionally I would hear cars going by but other than that it was quiet. I had been leaning against this wall for seven or eight hours now. Much of the time I kept my eyes closed and tried to relax. With the close proximity of the wall to my eyes, everything got really blurry and bothered my vision. Finally I opened my eyes and realized that it was dark. Nighttime had fallen as I still waited for her.

       The temperature had fallen and I was cold. I actually started to shiver just a little when I heard my Mistress’s car enter the driveway. Finally I would be released.

       The lights came on in the house as my impatience grew. Every muscle in my body was revolting. I certainly was happy for her to return.

       “So slave, have you learned anything today?”

       “Yes, mistress. I should never be late and keep you waiting. I’m sorry that I was late this morning, but Marcy….”

       “Sh-h-h-h… A slave never has an excuse. So don’t ever try to use any of your feeble excuses again, understand?”

       “Yes, mistress.”

       “I was going to take you in the house and beat your ass for an hour or so before I let you lick my pussy, but I think your present position is far better. After all you still seem to want to blame others for your own mistakes. I’m going in, mix a nice stiff drink and let a big rubber cock vibrate in me for a couple of hours. You can stay right where you are and think about what you are missing. Imagine, you could be nestled between my thighs on a nice comfortable bed, letting your tongue bring me so wonderfully instead of a battery operated toy.

       “Wait a minute. I’ve got an idea. I can still give your tongue something to do and it will give you something to think about for the rest of the night. Don’t go away. I’ll be right back. Okay?”

       She was only gone a couple of minutes. “Here,” she said slyly as she returned. “I’ve got a surprise for you. So close your eyes, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

       Apprehensively I did as she requested. Suddenly a flash of pain bit into me as she released a strong, sharp-toothed alligator clip onto my tongue. A very small chain hung from the clip and supported a fairly heavy weight.

       “Uh – h – h – h – h – h – h….”

       “That’s a reminder that I’ll accept no excuses. Be thankful I didn’t hang a ten pound weight on your balls as well, but I think this little sinker on your tongue will do. So have fun. I’ll see you in the morning.”

       “M – m – m – m – m – m – m….”

       “Don’t worry, I’ll be up before noon. Maybe you can catch a few winks sometime before dawn, so you’ll be ready for another fun day.”

       Then she just turned and walked away. The lights went out on the deck and all was quiet. It was going to be a very long night.