Mistress Regina


           It all happened a couple of years ago. I was sitting on a bar when 35-something beautiful woman approached me. She looked rich. Well-built for her age, well-groomed, hands that likely were taken care of very thoroughly, expensive clothes. After some chit-chat, I knew her name was Regina, she likes me, invites me to play games for couple of days, promises good reward. I would definitely go with any reward anyway, while money made me feel even more interested. After 40 minutes ride on her red Volvo we finally made it to her house. Windows were dark.
  
  

 Hubbys sleeps already? - I tried to sound funny

 Hes in Italy, will get back in a week  she smiled back  dont worry, he doesnt mind anyway.
  
 I shrugged my shoulders indifferently. Several greenbacks she tossed me in bar  and I could not care less whether her beloved spouse sleeps, gone to Italy or anywhere else in the world. Lady pays  lady gets whatever she wants. While driving, she noticed she prefers slim young men like me, enjoys rough sex, asked me whether I would mind being her slave. I said I would not. 

 We entered the house. I realized shes not just rich  shes outrageously, fabulously rich. Regina dropped her black kidskin gloves on a table in the waiting room, took off her elegant red overcoat in the living room  I just watched her grace. She looked really sexy, I felt Im ready for action  but she pointed her finger somewhere and whispered.


 Bathroom is there. Youve got thirty minutes.



 Half an hour later, going out of the luxurious bathroom I heard Im waiting for you  and no dressing gowns. I felt little bit shy  but I easily overcame that feeling. In a living room, where we parted 30 minutes ago I saw a totally different woman I hardly could recognize. She sat in a large chair near the wall  wearing black latex corset, her arms, almost up to the shoulders, were tightly fit in a black gloves, jack boots. She held short flogger in her hands. She pointed  get down to the knees. I obeyed silently. Kiss my boots   I kneeled down to my feet, my lips touched the leather skin of the boots, then again, then started to ascend her jack boot, put my hand on her knee  and the flogger stung my hand unexpectedly.
  
 Hands to the back, no hands, use just your tongue!  she yelled
 Whatever turns you on, lady boss  thought I, put my hands behind, kept licking her boot.
  
 The lower part of her corset was unbuttoned  naturally enough, she wore no panties underneath, and I saw the growing wet spot on a chair  she was getting increasingly excited, moving hectically, moaning
  
 I got a hard-on, but all my attempts to gain initiative were harshly stopped by a sting of the flogger and the yell. Eventually I realized the full passive submission was required from me  so I kept licking her boots, expecting whatever goes next.
  
 The following I will relate from the on-looker point of view. Everything I did was directed by Mistress Regina (she wanted me to call her that) orders entirely. The mask or my screams or my feelings prevented me from hearing or seeing some of the things that has happened afterwards    so I can recall them only on the video my Mistress     gave me. 
  
 So, I was licking Reginas boots, expecting the expectable to follow right there in the living room. I was wrong. 
  
 - Stand up! Hands behind the head!  Regina ordered.
  
She got up too, put the leather collar on my neck, wide leather bracelets on my wrists and ankles. All of them had D-shaped rings, which Regina chained to the locks. Several minutes later I stood before her (her heels were so high that I have to look up to her). She looked into my face and I saw the eyes of that excited lustful woman. I was full of desire again. Regina bowed down to me, kissed me on the lips and  out of the sudden  roughly spanked my engorged member by her flogger. It was so painful I nearly went to the ceiling, - but she silenced my scream with another kiss. Having finished exploring my mouth by the tongue, she connected bracelets on my ankles with the chain, quite short one. She checked the reliability of my fetters, grabbed me by the dick, and lead me out of the room.
  
 I goose-stepped after her with my legs chained, desperately thinking whether I could be able to walk up the ladder to the bedroom. This palace, though, appeared to be equipped even with an elevator. She dragged me into it and pressed the button  but not the one for second floor, and not for the underground parking  she pressed the strangely looking one marked    -2. 
  
 Elevators door opened and I saw the big room, styled as the medieval dungeon (styled  as it was dry, clean and warm there). I had enough time  to notice a hook on the ceiling, () with the complicated system of blocks and hooks, torture devices hanging across the walls (nippers, hooks, clips, sophisticated knotted leather straps, numerous steel handcuffs, sticks and batons), several obscure installations that looked like something in between a chair and a table with leather straps attached; several other things completely unknown to me that time. Later I noticed a video camera on the high tripod. 
  
 Initial impression of the chamber was pretty freaky  scary looking torture devices seemed frighteningly real (and they turned out to be real later), the sophisticated devices looked like they were used many times (and they were, as I later discovered).
  
My mistress guided me to the one of the wooden monsters. Shes been kissing me for a long time again. She took a slick rope, got down to her knees, and then tied a knot just across my dick. With another part of the loop she tied up my testicles  they promptly turned blue along with my dick several minutes after she was done with that. 
  
 Then she laid on the wooden lodge, pulled her legs in jack boots on my shoulders, and, on a verge of excitement, pushed my equipment inside her. This first, almost crazy fornication, I worked out with some delay, because of the dick strapped by the rope. I came just after I felt her shivering, her boots squeezing my head. Her head was thrown back, she pressed her naked breast, screaming, coming My orgasm was little bit painful, but the wave of pleasure carried me away, too  later, reviewing the video, I knew I have been screaming too. I stood against her, exhausted, she bent to my face, squeezing my dick strongly with her hand. I got hard-on again almost immediately I dont know whether the look or her massage were the reason.
  
Next time we fornicated standing on the knees near the wooden bed. Reginas breast rested on it, her hands under her head. Receiving the pleasure, she moaned while I was working behind her. I could not come very long, but it made my orgasm even stronger  I screamed of pleasure and pain. Again. 
  
 She turned to me and I realized it is not the end of our night. Her sight was full of desire. She sat on the couch Ive been staying on my knees near minutes ago. She was caressing me, touching me, rubbing my nipples and my penis  but wonder did not happen. I moaned of pleasure, but I could not achieve erection again. She understood her attempts were all in vain  but it was a mistake to think she would give up. 
  
 She took me up from my knees and led me to the device standing next to the wall. She unchained my legs and ordered me so stand above the wooden wedge. My widely spread legs she chained to the lower frame of the device. Then she freed my arms, already numb from being long chained behind me, and chained the bracelets to the beam above me. She inserted a gag into my mouth and locked the strap on my nape. 
  
 Spread widely, with my mouth shut, I waited silently for her to continue. Regina took the rope off my penis and testicles, and begun to roll the devices wheel. I felt the wedge started to rise, pressing me between my legs. She checked if it fits properly, got back to the wheel and continued to roll it. I felt severe pain. If you want to know how it felt, try to sit with your bare ass on the sharp edge of the wooden board. 
  
 I screamed, but the gag silenced me. Within several seconds my legs, chained to the devices rings, hung in the air, I nearly passed away of pain, while Regina calmly was calmly examining my dick  for the reasons totally unbeknown to me, it got engorged with blood and was ready for the new action. 
  
Device was designed to put the wedge between the buttocks and to rest against the anus, leaving the penis and the testicles hang free. She was satisfied. She strapped my endowment with the rope, and gave me a long passionate kiss where my lips, covered with a wide leather strap, were.
  
 - They called it a in the middle ages  she gave me a smile of sadistic inquisitor, turned back and stuffed herself with my long-suffering cabbage. I was hung high enough to compensate the height of her heels. I did not have much pleasure this time.
  
She was rough. And it lasted ages. My swollen penis stood up, and she knew I would not come quickly.
  
 *When the exhausting marathon was finally over, she put me off the device and brought me to the couch we made love on before. This time she ordered me to lay on my back.
  
 I discovered my ankles chained to the rings on the side of the wooden couch. Wrists were connected to the turning wheel on the other side. I quickly realized she would stretch me  no need to explain they used to call it "strappado" in the middle ages.
  
 She put the gag out of my mouth, replacing it with another one  two-sided thing with a large rubber stub on the one side, and the black slick dildo of considerable size on another.
  
She started to roll the wheel, stretching my body like a string. When it felt like my wrists are about to be torn off, I mumbled thru the gag, and she fixed the wheel. She went to the wall and returned with a stack, like the one she was spanking me in the beginning. She adjusted it conveniently, and started to hit me upon my chest. She beat me long, causing all of my chest to turn red. I was aware this torture would end only when this hungry rich bitch gets aroused enough to sit on my face. Finally, the beating ended. She bent above me.
  
With her eyes shining, she sit above me and started to suck the dildo fixed in my mouth Hungrily, greedy It was very sexy and exciting. The burning breath of the over-excited beautiful bitch  I felt I became harder and harder down there She seemed to feel it, too, turned back, pushing the dildo of my gag completely inside of her. Her slits moisture was pouring on my face, gorgeous butt moving across it, my head was squeezed between her boots. Her hands grabbed my dick, squeezing the lubricant of it. Several times she squeezed my testicles, tied by the rope, - it hurt me like hell. 
  
 Then she started flogging me on my thighs. Then she reached the wheel, pressed it with all her weight, stretched me several centimeters more. She left my face for a couple of moments  just to attach another rope to my poor dick and hung it thru the hook on the ceiling. Having done that, she lubricated my gag by her saliva and sat on it again. Now her every movement caused my penis to be pushed up with a rope. I moaned and screamed below her, dreaming about her to finally reach the orgasm, to stop the torture for a moment. I dreamt her to left the chamber, leaving me dying here. Almost of all my dreams later came true. 
  
 She was torturing me long  than she stood still for a brief moment, shivered of pleasure and came with a loud moan  she pushed the rope attached to my equipment making me scream of terrible pain  I mean, I would scream without a gag in my mouth. That was the part of my dream to come true. But the Mistress have not left the dungeon or left my dying there. 
  
 She freed me of the straps, brought to the middle of the room, secured a carbine on my back, connecting all my bracelets. The she went to the winch, pulling down the hook of that unpretentious device. Regina connected my chained wrists by the hook of the rack  the winch creaked, and my hands started to raise to the torture chambers ceiling. It stopped when I hung on the rack, touching the floor only by my toes. 
  
Rubber dildo of my gag was still sticking out of my mouth  so I just howled numbly, feeling the pain in my twisted shoulders. Meanwhile, Regina put on leather panties with a dildo on the front side. A vibrator was inserted in the body of the Mistress. She turned the switch, indistinct buzz followed, and my hostess sight became blurry again. 
  
She approached me, and started rubbed against me with her marvelous breasts. It lasted pretty long, with a soundtrack of excited beautys moans. They grew louder and louder. Regina came several times, lubricated her dildo with several drops of some liquid and pushed her dildo up my ass.
  
 To recall the events that followed I have to turn to the video  since that moment I just groaned of pain, stretched on the rack, paying little attention to what has been happening in the chamber. 
  
 She was fucking me in the ass for 18 minutes. All that time she moaned with extreme pleasure, with her groans often turning into screams. She came multiple times. She took out the thing out of my rectum, sadist, looking little bit calmed down, sat on a chair in a corner of the chamber. She was having her rest for some 5 minutes. Then she rose sharply, took a long leather scourge, and started beating me on my buttocks. I counted twenty hits. Then she raped my ass again for 12 minutes. 3 minutes of rest. 10 hits of the scourge. 20 minutes of the dildo torture. 
  
 Finally, she leant back in the chair. She switched the vibrator off, and relaxed for about 20 minutes. All that time I hung on the rack, expecting the torture to continue. But  the unbelievable happened  Mistress Regina, insatiable female specie, - she grew tired. 
  
  She pulled me down, by the kick of her boot made me stand up and led me to the little door in the corner. It turned out to be a toiled. She seated me, attached my legs with straps, locked my arms behind the fanny. 

Did you liked it  she asked with a smile  go, do your things.

Should I left the gag?  I nodded negatively.

 She smiled again and closed the door. The lock clicked, the lights went off  I sat there in complete darkness. 
  
 My execututrix have not appeared. Soon enough, a bit exhausted by torturing, I felt asleep  on the toilet seat, with a gag in my mouth, with my hands and legs tied up.
  
 I did not knew whether it was morning or evening again. It was dark in an underground toilet. There were no windows, though the heating and ventilation were splendid. I slept on my seat, waking up several times, listening to the silence. After some time I heard sounds again  deadening was good enough. There was nothing on my video tape to reveal what has been happening in the chamber during that time. 
  
I heard voices, groans, sounds of kicks, voices and moans again. Lights went on suddenly. The door opened and I saw the Mistress Regina wearing a rubber suit with a gas mask, with a rubber baton in her hand. She untied me from the lavatory pan, flushed it, and led her slave from his bedroom. Showing the way with a baton, she ordered me to move into another room  I took in a single glance over the chamber where I suffered so much yesterday. Surprisingly enough, I saw a woman, tied up the way I was tied yesterday. Her body was covered by red stripes, apparently, she was flogged. She already ceased to moan  just stood still, with her head dow. 
  
 Answering my puzzled sight, Regina cheered me up on the buttocks by her baton, and said A maid. has broken two plates at a time. We entered the neighboring room  looked like hospital ward. Weird installations, obviously built to torture Reginas partners. Shelves filled with various hoses, enemas, catheters, gas masks and other devices, mostly made of rubber. 
  
 Regina proudly called this room her Rubber Lock-Up. She made me stood on my knees, chained my legs (my arms were chained since last night), and  finally  removed the gag with a dildo. I gonna need it  stated Regina. The she hypercritically chosen me a mask and put it on my head dexterously. 
  
There was a gag inside the mask, that squeezed deep into my mouth. Finally, she put a hose with a plastic battle on the end on my member. 
  
 - Urinate  ordered she, and then left, carrying the dildo gag with her. I suspected whose mouth it would enter soon and I felt no envy to the maid, sitting on the horse. I pored off a good deal of urine, making the bottle half-full.  I have nothing more to do, so I stood motionless on my knees, waiting for Regina to return. She did not returned soon. 
 
 She ran into her Rubber Lock-up, blazing with excitement. Put a hose off my dick, connected some kind of a funnel to it, unbuttoned the little lock between her legs and squatted above the bottle. Thru the weeping glasses of my gas mask I could see how my Mistress urine pouring into the bottle. Several moments after it was nearly full.
  
 You need to be dripped  she announced, then she turned the bottle upside down and installed it on the high support, attached it to the thick rubber hose on my mask. I understood then where it was connected. The spurt of urine went directly to my throat. She sat at the shelf and observed her urine pouring into my mouth. She was irresistible in her black rubber suit, fitting her beautiful body tightly. 100g later, she sprung up and went to the exit. She stopped near the door, looked at me, and returned. 
   
She took the long floppy rubber hose, she lashed me on the sole. I howled of pain, urine in the dropper bubbled. She smiled and continued torturing me. Twenty strikes made in full-swing, very painful ones, - tears welled up in my eyes. Glasses grew totally misted. Urine kept pouring into my throat. She left me for a maid again. My heels were burning, more than liter of urine flowed into my mouth. 
  
 When she has returned, I was totally tired standing on my knees.
  
 My Mistress went into the ward, looking tired, freed me from the dropper and the leather bracelets, and brought me back to the chamber. The maid was still there. She hung head down on the hook placed high on the wall. She was tied and blindfolded, familiar dildo gag stock out of her mouth. 
  
 All her body was striped, apparently by the flogger. The rubber baton jutted out from her vagina. Electrodes on her nipples were attached to some device, plugged into the outlet. 
  
She brought me to the middle of the room and started to attach my arms to the trapeze chained to the winchs hook. Then she strained the cord to stretch my body  but I stood upright firmly. Suddenly, she jumped upon me, having crossed her legs on my back, embracing me by the neck. Vibrator buzzed, Mistress started to swing on me, twitching my nipples, rubbing herself on them. I heard groans from behind the gas mask  her eyes were so close, and shined so bright that I felt excitement, and soon enough my dick got up and pressed unto her closed suit. Meanwhile, she found herself another amusement. She started to strangle me with a mask, closing the valve on its ventilation hose. Strangulation, strangely enough, only increased my erection. Our bodies shuddered on a verge of an orgasm. Furious Regina tortured me, getting more and more excited. I felt I am about to come. I had nothing to breath. I could not scream. My dominatrix stared at me straight thru the glasses of two gas masks. Then she gave a me a gulp of fresh air, embraced me strongly, snuggled up to me, and screamed. I moaned, as far as the gag allowed me to. Then we went silent, exhausted. 
  
 She got down from me and sat on her favorite chair, took off her gas mask, looking tired, folded back the hood of her suit. She became flashed, streams of sweat ran down her face. After some relaxation she took off all her rubber attire. She saw a pool of sperm on the floor behind me  she smiled, touched it by her toes, and started to smear it across the floor. 
  
 Then she put my dick into her mouth and blew me, swallowing all my sperm in the end. She turned off the lights and left the chamber by the elevator. In a complete darkness, I hung on the trapeze, using my time-off to recuperate. Im not sure how many hours had passed by  I eventually get used to the gas mask, my jaws, extended by the gag, became numb and ceased to ache. I heard the sound of the elevator, the lights went on. Regina was not alone. 
  
 She wore the SS-uniform  high-collar jacket, breeches, high leather boots, black gloves, totenkopf cap, shades. Girl who accompanied her wore only thin semi-transparent panties  she cried softly. Regina pulled her by the hair several times  she calmed down a bit. Once Mistress hand came undone, she felt on the floor, embraced Reginas boots, started to kiss them, crying and asking not to beat her  and she called Regina mommy. Then I realize the girl was really Reginas daughter  and I witnessed a part of a parenting process. 
  
 I have learnt about her fault later  it turned out she, the girl of full legal age, came home after 11pm. Apparently, Regina considered her parenting duties very seriously  she was very upset about her daughter being late for home after the college  even if she was just spent little bit too much time with her female friends.
  
 She kicked the girl away by the strike of the boot, and ordered her to shut up. She picked something like a spine massager made of small wooden balls and dropped it near the wall. The girl calmed down a bit, - sobbing loudly, she obediently went to the wall, took the rubber gag (the exact replica of the one I had in my mouth, just smaller) off the hook, pushed it into her mouth, and fastened the strap on her nape. Then she hand-cuffed herself with handy small manacles  she was doing that with a kind of knack that made me think it was not her first time. Obviously, she felt better, having realized she is not to be beaten. Several minutes after, the daughter stood on the massager, face to the wall. 
  
 Having finished with a daughter, Regina turned to me. The military uniform becomes any woman well  but Regina was just gorgeous in her black SS outfit. She came to me and took my respirator off  I uttered a sigh of relief. That moment, I enjoyed my life, breathing the full lungs  I felt she freed me not from the humane considerations. My serendipity did not fail me. She buttoned my ankles to the lower trapeze and pulled me up on the winch.
  
 That lower trapeze was attached to the floor by the chain and the ring. Soon enough, I hung, stretched across to frames. Reginas daughter tossed and turned, mumbling inaudibly thru the gag. Mistress, seemingly upset, came to the girl, unclasped the strap, pulled the gag out of the mouth of her punished daughter. She, without any sign of embarrassment, turned her childish face to me and asked  You are going to torture him, Mommy, are you? 
  
She acknowledged briefly    the girl asked if she may see. Mother turned her from the wall, leaving her knelt on the wooden balls anyway. Then she put the wet gag back into her mouth, shook her finger at her, got back to me. On her way she grabbed large nippers equipped with rubber tips. She ordered me to open my mouth  and, with a dexterous movement she grasped my tongue by the nippers. She dragged it out almost entirely and attached a wooden clip near the root. The clip painfully pressed upon the bottom of the tongue and the edges of the mouth, leaving the tongue to stick out of the mouth. 
  
 Regina attached the chain to the clip, and the plummet to the end of the chain. My tongue was pushed down so heavy that I muttered. Then the Mistress inserted the inflatable gag into my mouth  so roughly, so deeply that it nearly reached the throat. She inflated the gag, stretching my poor mouth even more. Tongue, sticking out of my mouth, eventually became numb, and ceased to bother me. 
  
 Meanwhile, Regina hooked my nostrils by the small steel hock, hung the plummet on the chain she put thru the upper trapeze. So my face was stretched in opposite directions. I mumbled constrainedly under the gag. Regina was getting increasingly creative  her daughter watched curiously, the maid hung upside down silently. 
  
 Then came the nipples turn. She applied two clips, a ring connecting them  attached a plummet to it. Then she knelt and began to handle my genitalia  he put my dick in her mouth and easily achieved an erection  with a several coils of a rope she had fixed it forever. The plummet of considerable size was attached to the rope, ting up my testicles. The picture was crowned by the wide leather fold covering my eyes. 
  
 She left me hang  it sounded like she went to the maid. The following I could just hear  the moans of the tortured woman, trenchant strikes of the scourge, creaking of the winch, muffled kick sounds, apparently, produced by boots. I was hanging pretty long.
  
 Regina and her daughter had left, and then, she had returned to bring the maid upstairs. When she took my blindfold off, I saw her dressed absolutely casual, almost the same way she was dressed when I met her in the bar.
  
Regina seemed to be in haste. On her order, the maid freed me from all her stretching equipment. She put another gas mask on me  the simple one  without any gags or torture devices. She turned of the filter, and turned on another one  colored red. All of the time the Mistress stood near me, fondling my strapped dick that turned blue by the hand fitted in a kidskin glove Thats how I remembered her. She nodded to the girl who pressed the button on the red box  the acrid gas began to flow into my mask. 
  
 I awaken on a bus stop. I sat on a bench  I was dressed properly, just like nothing had happened. The pocket of my jacket was filled with a video tape and the thick batch of bennies.