A True Sadist – Chapter 1

Copyright 2009 By Orlando, all rights reserved

       It was torture time.  It was subtle torture to be sure but torture non-the-less.  The bitch was a dyed-in-the-wool sadist.  Of course she had told me that before I had agreed to be her live-in maid but I had no idea.  I thought that meant that she liked to top and got off on humiliating men and whipping them when they displeased her.  I didn’t know she truly meant that what got her off was pushing some poor bastard beyond his limits until he was blubbering.  Taking a whole person and breaking them.

       Anyway, subtle torture time was almost every night after dinner.  I would stand at attention about three feet in front of the couch while she read her book.  I was dressed in my maid’s uniform.  A short frilly dress that did little to cover my ass or genitals, breast forms, wig and makeup, no panties, net stockings held up by a garter belt and four inch fuck-me heels.  The heels made my legs cramp like hell but that wasn’t the real torture.  The real torture was that she always sat there in a flimsy robe that she kept unbelted.  That meant that every time she crossed her legs or leaned over to take a sip of her drink or stretched or changed position I got tantalizing glimpses of her charms.

       The reason that those glimpses were torture was the cruel thing that she had done to my dick.  It wasn’t just encased in a chastity belt, which would have been bad enough, but she had pierced my dick in several places and those piercings were cleverly designed to cause excruciating pain if my boy tried to erect.  Well, with a nubile twenty-five year old half naked hot body writhing in front of me what else would it try to do?

       The only thing worse than the teasing torture was the real torture that came almost every evening right after.  She had a need deep inside of her that could only be fulfilled by hearing someone scream in pain.  Most nights that someone was me.  We had a range of instruments in the dungeon and it was plain how bad her need was by which one she asked for.  Last night it had been the single tail whip.  My ass was still tingling from the session she had put me through.  I looked at her in apprehension as she put her book down.

       “Bring me the cane” she said.

       I couldn’t help myself.  My knees buckled and I planted my face in her crotch weeping uncontrollably.  The cane was the worst of what she used. 

       “Please, Miss Tara,” I begged, “not the cane.  I’ll do anything you want but please, not the cane.”

       “Brent,” she said crossly, “I’m feeling quite needy tonight and that means the cane.  Now you can go and get it and we can get on with slaking my needs or you can continue to argue with me which will mean that I’m going to cancel your scheduled release tomorrow and then you still get the cane.”

       “Cancel my release?” my mind screamed.  It had been a month!

       I jumped up and scurried for the cane.  I could hear her giggling behind me.  She knew just how to push my buttons.  I grabbed the cane, returned to her feet and laid it in her lap.  I took advantage of the moment by snuggling my face into her crotch.  I inhaled her scent hoping it would help me through the pain.

       “Get on the bench,” she said pushing me away.

       Within minutes I had been firmly secured to the bench.  She had flipped my dress up so that my ass was exposed and had belted me across the waist and thighs so that there was no way for me to avoid her blows.  I was already crying and she hadn’t even started.

       “What are you blubbering about, Brent?” she said crossly, “I haven’t even hit you yet.”

       “I know, Miss, it’s just that you are so cruel and you always hurt me so badly.”

       “Its part of who I am, Brent,” she said.  “You know that.  I need this.  I need to hear you scream in agony for me.”

       “Please, Miss, couldn’t we just…”

       I didn’t finish my sentence because the first cut interrupted me.  She never started softly and let me get used to how bad it was going to be.  Her first stroke was always a hard one.  I screeched and started pleading.  She didn’t care.  In fact my pleading was like music to her ears.  The thing that turned her on more than anything in the world was a slave such as myself, preferably a man, crying, weeping, howling and promising anything to get her to stop.  It was her aphrodisiac.  I tried not to give in to what she wanted to hear from me but she was too good at what she did.  I screamed and begged and she hit me harder.

***

       I knew something was up the next morning.  When we were done with our normal morning routine, and I had bathed and dressed her, instead of giving me a list of chores to do while she was gone she put me on my ‘perch’.  I hated the ‘perch’.  It was nothing more than a huge dildo attached to the kitchen wall at about eye level. 

       To be ‘on the perch’ meant that I had to put my mouth over the distasteful thing and remain there until released.  Before she left she had me lift my skirt so that my striped ass was exposed and admonished me that ‘I’d better not move’.

***

       Three hours later she finally returned.  Because of the four inch heels I was standing in and being forced to hold my position against the wall my legs were shivering like I was naked outside in a blizzard in Alaska.  I was only minutes from collapsing.

       “Holy shit, what…I mean who is that?” I heard a male voice exclaim.

       “That’s my maid,” Tara said.

       “What happened to her ass?”

       “I was taking out my…frustrations,” Tara said.

       “I thought you said that…”

       “I wanted you to come home with me to help me get rid of my frustrations?” Tara interrupted.

       “Uh, yeah.”

       “I do, sweetie," she purred.

       “But…”

       “Do you want me, Mike?” she asked.

       “Oh god yes, baby, I do,” he exclaimed.

       “Do you want to help me get rid of some frustration?”

       “Yes.”

       “Then be a good boy and come in the other room where we can play,” she said.

       I don’t know how she does it.  Well, actually, I do.  She is a witch when it comes to getting men’s clothes off and getting them exactly where she wants them.  It wasn’t even five minutes before she called.

       “Girl, get in here,” she said.

       I gratefully let myself off of the ‘perch’.  My mouth was sore from being wrapped around that monster for so long and my legs were shaky.  I hobbled into the living room to find that she had done it again.  Without a hair out of place on her head she had managed to get Mike naked and strung up by his wrists in the center of the room.  Mikey wasn’t going anywhere until she let him down and that wouldn’t be until she had broken him.  I almost felt sorry for him except that if she hadn’t succeeded in bringing a candidate like him home it would have been me hanging there.

       “Yes, Miss,” I said, curtseying.

       “Bring the penis whip, the single tail, the paddle, the cane and… my bag,” she said.

       “Uh oh,” I thought.  “If she wanted her bag then Mike was in for a horrible ride.”

       I shuddered at the thought of what was coming and hustled to get her stuff.  When I returned she was standing next to him and had stroked his cock to a throbbing erection.

       “Why don’t we just start with this,” she said squeezing his pole and letting go.

       “Tara,” Mike said shakily, “what’s going on?”

       “What’s going on, Mike, is that I am going to…ruin you.  When we get through today you will be just a shell of a man, kind of like my maid,” she said.  “When I let you down from there you will be me slave.”

       “Fuck you, Tara, let me down,” he screamed.

       “Mikey, Mikey, Mikey,” she purred.  “Didn’t you listen?  I’m going let you down when you agree, and I really believe you, that you are my slave.”

       “This has gone on long enough, Tara, let me down and I’ll leave and that’ll be the end of it.”

       Her answer was to swing the penis whip and slash his penis hard.  He screamed and I could feel the hum emanating from her body like an aura.  It was almost like the pain she caused struck her like a rolling wave that washed over her and vibrated her body and stimulated her sex better than any instrument or regular sex could ever do.  He was in trouble because when she got into that zone she didn’t quit until her body had hundreds of the peaks that those waves of pain caused.

       She worked on him for more than an hour.  After the penis whip, when his penis was a shriveled puny thing not worthy of further attention, she shifted to the paddle and then the single tail and finally the cane.  He passed out twice but she just used smelling salts to revive him and continued.  He was a good one for her because he took a lot of pain and still said no every time she asked if he was ready to agree to be her slave.  She finally put the cane down and looked at him.

       “Mikey, I wish it were easier to find ones like you,” she said.  “Most of the wimps I pick up would have caved by now.  You are a treasure.”

       He lifted his head and looked at her with bleary eyes, “Are you going to let me go now?”

       “Oh, Mikey, you’re so cute,” she giggled.  “Of course not, now comes the really fun stuff.”

       “Huh?”

       “Mikey,” she whispered, “didn’t you believe me when I said I was going to destroy you?  That I was going to completely break your will?”

       “Fuck you.”

       “Hold that thought,” she laughed and started pulling things from the bag.