A Month in the Highlands
Chapter 2
My first visit came the night after my arrival at Mistress Maggie's
home. The moment I followed Mistress Maggie inside I knew that this was
something beyond the pale. Hanging from the bricked wall was a naked man, or
what was left of him. He bore knife marks from his neck down to his toes, many
fresh and still bleeding. He had a large penis trapped in a cock ring. Its head
had been pierced and from it hung a weight that bent it into a trembling arc of
agony. Every square inch of his straining sex organ was covered with some form
of tattoo. Midway on his long length of stiff flesh was a narrow metal strap
that was screwed so tight that it was cutting his penis in half at an
infinitesimally slow rate, but nonethless unless it was relieved, it sooner or
later would sever his penis. I was terrified and appalled at the same time that
anyone could so be cruel to even the lowest sub such as he. I almost lost
control of my bladder when Mistress Maggie selected a dagger from those cutting
tools mounted beside this lump of tortured flesh and casually cut a slit from
just above the base of his penis to his navel. The few people in the vicinity
smiled or made complimentary comments on her action. The fact that not a sound
issued from him after Mistress Maggie's cruel cut made me wonder whether it was
self control or he had lost his power of speech.
Mistress Maggie dragged me into the main room of the club where all
matter of things were occurring. There were more mistresses than masters in
attendance based on what I saw. Of interest, in this part of the world the
masters dressed as one might expect with the emphasis on leather and metal. The
mistresses wore their own unique garb that initially gave one pause because it
was so pedestrian and decidedly on the non-threatening side of things. I had
been most curious when Mistress Maggie appeared to take me with her, wearing
what could only be described as a well-cut, rather conservative, business suit.
Within a few minutes my mistress and I were surrounded by a number of
women dressed in such items as teddies over underpants, girdles and bras of the
most functional material, and one who sported a corset over a pair of latex
panties, matching black suspenders, hose and high heels. Some also wore snoods
and curlers in their hair. All were well upholstered with one exception, a thin,
sharp faced woman in a housecoat wearing horn-rimmed glasses with curlers in her
hair. I was to learn later to my dismay that she was the ranking sadist among
the mistresses in attendance.
Subs were almost as numerous as those in command and more were men than
women, although at times it was difficult to determine sex. They were uniformly
thin to gaunt. Like myself, they were fettered in some way or another and
without clothing of any type. Most were covered with a mixture of scar tissue,
open wounds of various types and past injuries that were in the process of
healing. All the women had rings through their nipples, and one or two also
wore heavier rings embedded in the breast meat itself. The men also generally
had nipple rings,and the more standard cock rings, cinched tight, and pierced
scrotums from which dangled weights of various shapes and sizes. About half the
female subs had groups of rings piercing their labia, usually weighted. I
noticed that one or two females had been circumcised, a brutal ritual popular
among the more hard edged dominant groups. The thing that was quite a bit
different was the age groupings of the subs. There were almost as many in the 50
and over category as in the more traditional 20 to 35 age group.
Before leaving with my mistress I had been dosed with a number of pills
that resulted in a rigid erection and the uncomfortable feeling of wanting to
have sex with anyone who had a hole. It was astonishing to realize that the tip
of my twitching penis was nearly to my navel. Moments later I nearly ejaculated
when, once comfortably ensconced within the security of the club, Mistress
Maggie removed her business suit to reveal her opulent body clad in only a brief
pair of dark red, frilly, bikini panties and a matching suspender belt attached
to black hose. When she pulled her panties to the side, revealing her thick mat
of dark curly pubic hair I could not take my eyes from that plump mound. My new
mistress was also blessed with a set of pendulous breasts that any woman half
her age would be proud to exhibit.
The sight of all this marvelous flesh so fetchingly revealed for all to
see and appreciate was almost too much for me, and I felt myself on the verge of
swooning. I managed to retain a soupcon of dignity and avoided making a scene.
However once she removed herself from my view, I began to fixate on a gaunt man
in his early 50s who was totally limp, but possessed an asshole that gaped wide.
Sodomizing male subs was standard practice no matter where one served. Perhaps I
was obsessing over this unfortunate soul because I knew that before Mistress
Maggie and her circle of friends were done tormenting me, my asshole would
likely resemble his.
A middle-aged blonde woman wearing a corset that ended below her
impressive breasts and just above her smooth shaven cunt, ran her long finger
nails up and down the length of my stiff penis and purred. " Oh, fresh cockmeat,
and I'm so hungry just about now for a nice big load of hot boiling cum." I was
at a loss to respond to her overture, my mistress had disappeared into the
throng leaving me abandoned and at the mercy of any and all who might wish to
amuse themselves with me.
Little did I know at the time that there was a strict protocol that had
to be observed in the case of unattached subs. No master or mistress was allowed
to physically harm the sub in any way, but they were welcome to use them
sexually. I was to discover after some time at the club that "using" a sub, be
it man or woman could mean pairing them with other subs, those in command, or
even animals.
The mistress, Mistress Bonnie, took me into a secluded corner and had me
lie on my back upon a low bench. She settled herself on a plush ottoman beside
the bench and began to apply her warm, wet mouth to my twitching penis. I was a
bit taken aback by this; normally a sub such as myself would never have the
pleasure of a mistress placing her mouth upon his penis. It was at that moment
that she dug her teeth into the sensitive region just below the tip of my
imprisoned penis. I attempted to free myself of her and received a harder bite
for my impertinence. She was a true mistress, proving it with each well timed
bite to my rock-hard appendage. She gave me great pain but never broke the skin.
Her teeth marks would however be visible for most of the evening to the delight
of her friends and the other mistresses.
When she had her fun, Mistress Bonnie release my penis from her mouth
and closed a leather gloved hand around it. " Now for that nice helping of hot,
creamy cum. It had better be a large load with plenty of chewiness or it's back
to the meatgrinder for another more serious session this time." I shuddered at
that prospect and started to will my testicles to manufacture as much semen as a
sub could produce under such circumstances.
It was a lengthy and most frustrating process. She brought me to the
verge and then would give me a wicked smile and squeeze my testicles until tears
came from my eyes and my penis began to lose some of its rigidity. Then she
would resume delivering those long, hard strokes that soon had me teetering on
release. Once again there would be terrible pain that overwhelmed my urge to
ejaculate. She kept this cycle going for what seemed like an eternity.
Another senior mistress wearing a teddy over a pair of bloomers stopped
by to witness my torment for a time. She licked her lips and asked if I was
available once Mistress Bonnie was done with me. My tormentor laughed and
nodded, adding " Come back in about fifteen minutes or so. By then he'll either
have covered my glove with a nice layer of thick, chewy cum or I'll be putting
some additional teeth marks on this miserable sub's worm-like cock."
Mistress Bonnie proved to be a very accurate forecaster. She was licking
the last traces of my enormous offering from her glove with obvious satisfaction
when the other mistress returned to claim me for whatever she planned. Mistress
Bonnie glared at me and said in a voice dripping with menace, "I am not done
with you yet. Our paths will cross again and I will make you beg for mercy.
Perhaps your mistress will be so kind as to invite me to her home so that I may
assist her in your training. There is much for you to learn." She raked her
fingernails up and down my stiff penis, still hard from the drugs I had been
given, leaving a set of deep furrows in my swollen flesh.
I followed my new mistress, Lady Martha, towards the rear of the club,
frantically searching for a glimpse of Mistress Maggie. Then I was upon her, but
ignored. She was busying herself with a gaunt female sub who was trying to
burrow inside her plump mound to escape the flogging a second mistress was
giving her. Every time the whip slashed across her bony body, its razor sharp
tips tore bits of skin and flesh from the sub's bleeding form. Mistress Maggie
added to the female's misery by lashing her shrunken ass cheeks with a small
barbed whip that ripped away her skin and sent a shower of bloody froth into the
air.
"Pay her no mind, Mistress Maggie is too preoccupied to care about the
likes of you. Start thinking about what you'll have to do to satisfy me and no
one else. I am offended by your insolent display of that piece of male pride. I
intend to take the starch out of that little nubbin in due time." I still had
not realized that I was shielded from the type of physical pain that I was
witnessing all about me, and so her veiled threats towards my hard penis were a
source of grave concern to me."
Having been in the city only a few days and they had been extremely
busy, it was still a mystery to me why all the subs I saw were so thin. Then
from the corner of my eye I caught sight of one who appeared to be the
exception. Upon closer inspection I realized the male sub manacled to the open
wooden frame was emaciated. What I had mistaken for corpulence was merely his
bulging belly. A plastic hose ran from his propped open mouth to a large funnel.
As I watched, a plump woman in hair curlers and a bra with a forest of thick
black fur sprouting from her pits and pubic mound squatted over the funnel and
released a stream of dark yellow urine that wended its way to the sub's mouth.
From the looks of his distended stomach he had been servicing quite a number of
masters and mistresses during his stay. Lady Martha cuffed my ear with a loud
slap and ordered me to pay attention. We moved on toward her destination.
I soon found myself in a precarious situation and one that did not suit
me well at all. I'd been placed in a prone position on a rough wooden bench
which had a portion of its middle removed. My wrists were cuffed behind my back
and I was held against the bench by a wide strap. Another strap held my head
fast and unsupported, placing a considerable strain on my neck muscles. A rather
large chair mounted on blocks was arranged against the head of the table. As
soon as Lady Martha settled her body in the chair and splayed her legs over the
comfortable arms to reveal the angry gash of her hairy vagina, I knew what was
expected of me. That did not present any immediate problem since I am an
extremely well trained pussy eater, and would not be daunted by the owner's
personal hyigene.
When another male sub with a large erect penis scrambled up onto the
table, I knew things were not going to go well for me. It became even more
uncomfortable when a large, rough hand captured my testicles and a mouth that
was definitely not feminine began to suction my painfully hard penis with a
great deal of aggression. Lady Martha's eyes glittered as she settled her
malodorous cavern directly against my mouth.
"I hope you will enjoy the attentions of my two subs, One and Two. One,
who is below you, has not had anything to eat except shit and piss for months.
I'm sure he will do his best to drain you dry of the nasty stuff you males
generate, as this will no doubt be a treat for him. Two on the other hand has
been held in a cock cage for ten weeks and teased unmercifully over that time.
I'm sure you will ultimately enjoy his enthusiasm and skill as he widens and
deepens your bum hole for hours on end. I, on the other hand, will not tolerate
anything less than perfection which is exactly what my magnificent genitalia
deserve. If you fail to please me, it will go bad for you, very bad. There are
many ways to hurt a male without leaving any evidence. I can't imagine that
Mistress Maggie will pay any heed to your existence until she has gone through
at least half a dozen female subs, who she seems to favor these days." At this
point I gave up to despair.
During the three years with my perfect Mistress, she and a few close
friends had stretched and plumbed my anus on a daily basis with a variety of
toys and tools. What was happening to me currently was not too much different
except for the fact that what was being used on me wasn't a replica and in no
way was this sub anything like any mistress that I had encountered. The sub was
more like a rutting animal, which made the experience most distressing and
humiliating, that is, if a sub like myself could be humiliated in the truest
sense of the word.
Two's relentless assault on my asshole also resulted in my prostate
being stimulated. Combined with the ravenous way that One was suctioning my
penis resulted in a large mouthful of cum which One speedily disposed of. Lady
Martha realized that I was feeding her sub his treat and redoubled her efforts
at suffocating me, thrusting herself into me with a great deal of energy. I
attempted to match her thrusts with some practiced tongue maneuvers that I had
been taught over the years. She was not mollified. I was going to be severely
challenged at this rate. Two's battering ram slowed, and a warm, wet feeling
began to work its way up from my anus. It proved to be only a brief respite for
me and then once more Two began maniacally pronging my bottom hole with his
rampant sex organ.
Part of me was enjoying the suctioning of my penis, the taste and aroma
of Lady Martha's vagina along with the stimulation of my prostate. Another part
began to realize that no mistress had ever penetrated my rectum with the fury
and power that Two had developed. I realized with a sinking feeling in the pit
of my stomach that Two had been dosed with powerful sex stimulants that were
partially responsible for the ferocious attack he was making on my sore
sphincter. I doubted I could survive his frenzied assault for very much longer;
I was beginning to experience pain. Moments later One vacuumed another load from
my churning testicles. Lady Martha made some adjustments and now I was licking
her anus which evidently had been recently cleaned in a perfunctory manner,
leaving some residue for me to deal with. While I did the required housekeeping
on Lady Martha, Two took a brief rest, then resumed trying to drill through me.
He had shifted his position slightly and now his thick member was penetrating me
to the maximum. This tended to slow his speed slightly and I gave thanks for
this small favor.
(To be continued)
