The Initiation - Part 5

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After breaking up with her vanilla boyfriend, your mistress needs to relieve her stress and sadness, so she calls one of her bulls to come over and you spend the night serving their every need like a good submissive cuck.

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Your mistress is usually elated when she comes home from a date with her boyfriend. That is not the case tonight.

Her energy is different as she storms into her apartment. She slams the door and leans against it for a moment. She takes a deep breath and lets it out. A long, loud, frustrated groan follows and for a moment you're certain she's going to scream.

You want to ask what's wrong, but you hold your tongue and resume your cleaning duties, which you've been attending to since she left for her date nearly four hours ago.

"Welcome home, mistress," you say when she enters the living room. "Is everything okay?"

Her eyes well up for a moment as emotion washes over her face. It's quite clear that everything is not okay. Not even close. The tears don't come, though.

"Is there anything I can do?" you ask. "Do you want a hug?"

She smiles and chuckles softly. "You're very sweet and I applaud you for sensing my emotional state and trying your best to correct it." She looks over your naked body and smiles at the sight of your genitals in a chastity cage. "Is it humiliating to be made to clean my house in the nude?"

"Yes, mistress."

"I like seeing you this way. I like it that it acts as a constant reminder of your submission to me. It's a small thing, of course, but I like the sense of control."

You like it too. You've come to crave the humiliation of walking naked around her apartment - except for the chastity cage, of course - and doing chores for her while she's out with her boyfriend, friends, or on her own for a day of shopping.

"I'd like a hug," she says.

You set down your cleaning supplies and approach. She steps into your arms and you wrap her up. Her hair smells wondrous, though you try your best not to inhale deeply. This hug isn't about you, after all. It's about making her feel better, and being selfish is not how you make her feel better. You rarely share this kind of intimacy with your mistress, though, and it feels incredible.

She steps back. "Thank you, though I have to admit I'm not much of a hugger. I wanted to try it, though, to see if the thing that works for most women would work for me."

"Did it?"

She shakes her head. "I'm afraid not. That's not surprising, though. I'm not like most women." She takes a deep breath and the pain resurfaces on her face. "Which is why my relationship is over."

Her eyes well up once more and she pushes the pain down.

"I'm sorry if I'm overstepping my bounds, mistress, but would you like to talk about what happened?"

"The same thing that always happens. He was too vanilla. He got a taste of the kinky side of me and it didn't work for him. I don't know why I date vanilla men. I don't know why I persist in chasing something 'normal' when it's clear that I'm not built for that."

You clasp your hands behind your back and wait in silence, though you feel great sympathy for your mistress as she deserves happiness and it's agonizing that her latest attempt at a fulfilling intimate relationship has gone bust. A small part of you feels as though you could make her happy as a kinky romantic partner, but you know very well that your mistress will never be in a relationship with you, that you're closer to a beloved pet than you are a boyfriend.

"Pour me a glass of wine and bring it to me in the living room," she instructs.

You nod and head for the kitchen. You find a bottle of her favorite red wine, pour a glass, and bring it to the living room. You fall to your knees in front of her and present the glass.

"Rub my feet."

"Yes, mistress."

You remove each of her heels, carefully loosening the straps and sliding them off of her elegant feet. You offer a foot massage while she sips her wine and then closes her eyes, leans back, and lets the relaxation spread through her. You allow yourself a smile at the fact that you're not quite good at offering massages.

"I shared my fondness for domination tonight," she says. "I told him I had no need to dominate him, but that kink was a necessary part of my life, that I would need to be dominant to be happy."

You look up and see your mistress smiling at you.

"It makes me happy to dominate you, you know. To humiliate you. To degrade you. To use you for my pleasure. To fuck you with a strapon. To make you suck cock for me. To make you clean me after a sexually superior man has fucked me. To make you clean my house in the nude while I'm out getting fucked by a better man."

"It makes me happy to be dominated, mistress. It makes me happy to suffer humiliation and degradation for you."

Her smile is bright and genuine. "I know it does. My boyfriend struggled with the notion that I need to dominate, though. I could see it on his face. He tried his best not to be judgmental, but he couldn't comprehend it. He seemed most confused by the fact that I've been more than happy to let him be in charge in bed. He doesn't dominate me, of course, but he does choose the positions and he's usually the one to make the first move."

"May I rub your calves as well as your feet, mistress?"

"You may," she answers.

As you continue the rub, she closes her eyes and moans softly, a surefire sign that you're doing an excellent job.

"We spent most of dinner talking about it and it was mostly him asking questions. What's it like when I dominate a man? What would it be like if I dominated him? How often do I dominate someone?" She takes a deep breath. "In truth, the most unsurprising thing was that he seemed upset that I experience any sort of intimacy - even of the variety you and I are sharing right now - with anyone. The discomfort with kink seemed secondary to the jealousy."

She swirls the wine in her glass as you rub her smooth, toned, perfect legs. She takes a longer sip than usual and you watch it slide down her throat. For a moment you entertain the idea of your mistress parting her thighs and welcoming you between them to soothe her with your tongue. You quickly chide yourself for entertaining such selfish thoughts.

"I don't know why, but I told him about you. I think I was trying to push him, if I'm being honest. It was stupid. Self-destructive, really." She sighs. "I love being in control, and yet sometimes I make such silly mistakes and let myself get out of control."

"How did he react, mistress?" you ask.

"He was upset. He didn't like that there was a naked man in my home. He didn't like that I'd be coming home to you. I told him that when I came home to you that I would likely let you give me a massage and that if you'd cleaned my apartment to my liking and were willing to suffer in some way that I would likely let you lick my pussy and give me multiple orgasms. I said it because I knew it would annoy him. It was incredibly foolish."

"Did it annoy him?"

She nods. "It did. Not enough to end our date, but I could see that he was bothered. In hindsight, I should have ended the date after dinner. I probably should have ended the relationship. I don't know why I didn't."

"Did...did something happen, mistress?"

She smiles at you. "Nothing traumatic. We went to his place. We had a glass of wine. We fooled around. We got naked. Then he...well, he tried to be kinky. To be dominant. Mostly that translated to what might be described as rough sex. Doggystyle, Hair pulling. Ass spanking. That sort of thing. The kind of thing a vanilla man would think of as dominant. It's not that, of course. It's just rough. It wasn't particularly good, either, so I stopped it before either of us had cum. I tried to talk to him about why he would think that I wanted to be dominated - I was clear that I'm dominant - but he didn't really have an answer. He just kept saying he thought I'd like it."

"So you left?"

She nods. "I broke up with him and then I left. There's not a kinky bone in his body. I should have seen it sooner, so this is on me. That's okay, though. A little rough sex isn't all that bad, and I might have cum if I wasn't so frustrated with the fact that he was trying to be dominant right after I'd said that I'm dominant."

She finishes her glass of wine and grabs her phone. She sends what appears to be a series of texts while you continue to rub her feet and calves.

"The hug was nice, but I need something different to get over a break up, so I've invited one of my bulls over. You'll stay and serve us both. You'll suck his cock. You'll clean up afterwards. You'll suffer if I desire it. Do you understand?"

You feel the excitement coursing through you. You liked hugging her, but in truth, being her submissive cuckold is the thing that truly satisfies you.

"Yes, mistress. Thank you for letting me serve you."

She smiles, finishes her wine, and stands.

"You may crawl to my bedroom."

She walks away and you crawl behind her. She reaches the bedroom long before you do and you find her sitting in her bed with her legs crossed, one of her bare feet dangling in a most alluring manner.

"Suck on my toes," she says. "Get a little practice before you have a nice big dick in your mouth."

You crawl to her. You take her toes in your mouth. You suck on them. You swirl your tongue around them. The taste isn't entirely pleasant, but it's thrilling to be able to serve her in this way.

You worship both of her feet - and do so for quite some time - before your mistress stands and orders you to strip her naked. You do so, revealing the redness of her breasts and ass where her date played out his misbegotten attempt at domination. You want to soothe her reddened skin, but you know it's not your place to do so or even to request to do so, so instead you put her dress on a hanger and place her underwear in the hamper.

"Select something alluring for me to wear for my bull," she says.

You peruse her lingerie and choose a delicate purple lace bodysuit with attached strappy garters that will grip her thighs and add an element of alluring sexiness to her already irresistible presence.

"Good choice," she says. "Now dress me for him."

You carefully help her into the bodysuit and affix the straps to her thighs. You adjust the lingerie where necessary and she looks at herself in the mirror and smiles.

"Very good, cuckold," she says. "Now retrieve a belt from my closet. Something thick."

You hurry to the closet and select a thick black belt. You fold it in half, gird your strength, and return to the bedroom. You hand your mistress the belt and she points to her bed. You move towards it, bend over, and rest your hands on the mattress. You know what's coming next.

"Are you willing to suffer for me?" she asks.

"Yes, mistress. It brings me pleasure to suffer for you."

"You've done nothing wrong, and yet I'm going to make you suffer. In reality, you're suffering for my mistake, since I was foolish enough to believe that a thoroughly vanilla man could date a woman like me. It's not fair, but being a submissive isn't about fairness, is it? It's about doing whatever is necessary to make you mistress's life better."

"Yes, mistress."

You wince as the belt lands across your ass. It was a light stroke. The pain ramps up, though, as she delivers blow after blow after blow. The final stroke sends you to your knees as you reach back to try and soothe your reddened flesh. Your mistress is breathing heavily and you turn to see a smile on her face and a touch of sweat along her brow. She has exorcised some of her frustration by beating your ass and you feel only the purest sense of happiness at having served her in that manner. You are truly a lucky submissive to have found someone that can make you feel that way even when she's causing you pain.

"Kiss the belt," she instructs.

You spin around and press your lips against the belt that reddened your ass. You close your eyes and for a moment you feel a sense of gratitude towards the implement she wielded to relieve her stress.

"Thank you for letting me suffer for you, mistress," you say.

"You're welcome."

She hands you the belt and you return it to the closet. She's lying in bed when you return and she looks relaxed, as if most of the tension she'd been carrying was released as she belted your ass. You've served your purpose as her submissive and you feel elated.

"It feels good to submit, doesn't it?" she asks.

"Yes, mistress."

"You may suck on my toes until my bull arrives."

You rush towards the bed and take her toes in your mouth. You suck for the next ten minutes as she pays you very little attention with her phone in her hand. You feel happy, though. You're in your place. This is where you belong. You were made to serve her, to give what you can to make her life better, even if it's costly to you. That's what being a good submissive is all about.

The doorbell announces her bull's arrival and you rush to answer it. Standing in the hallway is Russ, a tall, broad-shouldered man that offers his submission to your mistress by fucking her whenever and however she desires. He's lucky enough to be permitted to cum inside her, but he's had to swear off sexual contact with any other women to be granted that pleasure.

"Come in," you say.

Russ laughs at your caged cock, steps inside, and claps you on the shoulder before heading for the bedroom. You follow and wait in the doorway as your mistress crawls to the edge of her bed and kisses Russ like she's been waiting all day to see him. Jealousy courses through you. You're both submissive to her, but he gets to enjoy pleasures that you'll never be allowed to experience. He gets to kiss her passionately. He gets to touch her body as he desires. He gets to suck on her tits and slide his cock into her pussy. He gets to fuck her - sometimes multiple times in a night - and he often gets to cum inside her. You're not even permitted out of your chastity cage around her.

"The cuckold is going to suck your cock," she says. "If he does a bad job, let me know and I'll belt his ass again."

Russ spins around and your mistress wraps her arms around him and kisses his neck as she unbuttons his shirt.

"Are you going to be a good cocksucker?" she asks you.

"Yes, mistress. Nothing would make me happier."

Russ laughs.

"Do you think he's pathetic?" your mistress asks.

"I do," he says. "Of course I fucking do. His dick is in a cage. He's going to be a cocksucker and then watch as I fuck you. We both know he wants you. We both know he'd give his left nut to fuck you and he might give his other nut to cum inside you, but instead he's going to suck dick and watch like a bitch. Of course he's pathetic."

Your mistress runs her hands over Russ's well-developed chest and kisses his neck once more before looking at you. "There is something pathetic about a man who's willing to give up just about everything that makes him a man. Which is why I'll never let you fuck me, nor will I let you inflict your worthless cock on any other woman while you're in service to me. Now get over here, get on your knees, and beg for the privilege of sucking my bull's cock."

You rush towards her. You fall to your knees. You look up at Russ as your mistress fully removes his shirt and runs her hands over his impressively fit body. You're jealous of his physique, though you might be able to achieve it if you worked out a great deal more.

"Take his pants off, cuckold."

You remove Russ's pants and lower his underwear. His impressively large cock is nearly erect.

"Beg."

"Please, mistress, may I suck his cock? May I pleasure him for you? May I get him hard for you? May I degrade myself by sucking a man's cock for your pleasure?"

She runs her fingers over Russ's abs. "Kiss him here."

You lean in and kiss his abs. You feel his pubic hair against your chin and the head of his cock against your chest. You kiss his abs several times and somehow it's even more humiliating than taking his cock in your mouth will be.

"Kiss his thighs."

You kiss his thighs. You move from side to side and plant your lips against his hairy flesh. His cock brushes against your face as you listen to him and your mistress kissing, their tongues no doubt entwined as her lust for him grows.

"I need you to fuck me hard tonight," she says. "I had a bad day and I need your cock to wash away the memories. Can you do that for me?"

"Of course I can," he replies. "I'll fuck you as long and hard as you desire. I'll fuck you until your head is spinning and I won't cum unless you give me permission to do so."

"Such a good bull. I knew I could count on you."

They kiss again. You kiss his thighs. His cock is hard now. You feel oddly eager to have him in your mouth, to play your part in the sexual pleasure your mistress is on the verge of experiencing.

"Take him in your mouth, cuckold," she says. "Pleasure him for me. Be a cocksucker for me. Show me that you're willing to endure any and all humiliation in the name of making your mistress happy."

You wrap your lips around the plump head of his cock. You suck on it. You swirl your tongue around it. You move down the remarkably stiff shaft and wonder if your cock has ever been as hard as he is in this moment.

"Such a good little cocksucker," she says softly. "You need to do more, though. You need to swallow as much of him as you can. You need to swallow cock until you fucking gag on it. It's hotter for me if it's unpleasant for you."

She gets off on your willingness to suffer for her, so you take him as deep as you can. You gag. Your eyes water. Your throat burns. You spit up and your chin is soon coated in thick saliva.

"Fuck his face," she instructs.

Russ puts a hand on the back of your head. He begins to fuck your face and he's not the slightest bit gentle about it. His stiff cock slams into your soft palette and slides into your throat over and over. You gag. Your eyes bulge and water. Your throat now burns. You're in agony, and yet you're awash in the pleasure of submitting to your mistress.

"Fuck me, Russ."

He pulls out and your mistress moves to her back in the bed. Russ moves between her legs and guides his cock inside her. You watch her face. You watch as she experiences the pleasure of being filled with a big cock. She arches her back and closes her eyes and begins to moan as he slowly moves in and out of her.

"Wait, wait," she says.

He comes to a stop and your mistress looks at you.

"Go to my closet. Get a toy. A nice cock-shaped toy. Lube it up. Put it up your ass. Ride it while Russ fucks me."

You rush to the closet. You hear them fucking. You find a dildo that looks quite a bit like Russ's cock. You find the lube. You coat the toy and your asshole. You return to the bedroom and fall to your knees in your previous position. You rub the head of the toy over your ass. You push it inside your tight hole. You groan at the discomfort you feel. You sit down on the toy. You take it all the way up your ass.

You position your feet so they're gripping the base of the toy to hold it in place. You begin to ride it with your asshole. You fuck yourself as you watch your mistress take Russ's cock. He's fucking her hard now. Hard and fast. She seems to be lost in the pleasure of it, but then she looks at you and smiles.

"How does it feel to get fucked up the ass like a filthy little faggot while you watch me take a good pounding from a real man?"

"I love it, mistress," you reply. "Thank you for letting me fuck myself while I watch."

She smiles at you and then unleashes a wild moan. Her first orgasm is approaching.

"Harder, Russ. Fuck me harder. Pound my cunt!"

He pounds her harder. She has a long, loud, screaming orgasm. You ride the toy in your ass. You ride it like the filthy faggot she wants you to be. Amazingly, it feels pretty good. You wonder if that's because it's been weeks since you were permitted to cum. You wonder if you're just someone that likes anal penetration. You've certainly enjoyed being strapon fucked by your mistress.

Russ and your mistress fuck for another twenty minutes. She cums four more times. You ride the toy the entire time, applying a little more lube a few times to keep things smooth.

He cums inside her after her fifth orgasm. They cum together and she holds him tight in a manner that fills you with the most intense jealousy you've ever experienced. You're on the floor riding a toy with your asshole while he's cumming inside her and being held in an intimate manner. Of course you're jealous.

He pulls out and your mistress kisses him and then rolls towards you.

"Keep the toy in your ass and come clean his cock."

You stand, clamping your asshole around the toy. You crawl into the bed. You suck Russ's cock clean as she cuddles with him. Your jealousy intensifies. You know that she's cuddling with him because he just fucked her to several great orgasms. He provided her with something you can't. He is - in that way - superior to you and his reward is to get to cuddle with her afterwards while you suck his dick clean and lick his load out of her.

"Suck his cum out of my cunt," she says. "While you're doing so, reach back and fuck your faggot ass with that toy."

Russ chuckles as you move between her legs. You plunge your tongue into her pussy and reach back to grip the dildo. You fuck yourself with it while licking his cum from her slippery, sloppy cunt. You moan, too, and they both laugh at that.

"I guess he really is a faggot," Russ says. "Or just a little bitch."

"He's my little bitch," she replies. "He'll do anything to make me happy. It makes him very useful to me, though I imagine it makes his life more difficult. As I've told him many times, he won't be permitted to fuck anyone as long as he's in my service, which means he could go years - maybe even decades - without having sex."

"I couldn't do that," Russ says.

She smiles. "I know you couldn't, Russ. That's why you're my bull. You're not built for his kind of submission. You're built to use your glorious cock for my pleasure. You're good enough that you get to cum inside me. Hell, I have a bull that isn't yet permitted to cum at all while he's with me."

Your tongue is awash in the taste of Russ's cock and cum. Your ass is sore from the deep dildo fucking. Your cock is throbbing in its cage and dripping precum. You're a happy submissive, though. Blissfully so, in fact, because you've been serving your mistress in a variety of ways for most of the day.

You'll keep serving her, too, because submitting to your mistress is the thing that makes you happiest in this world.