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The Hildr Saga Pt. 03

Author's Note:

In 2007, I accidentally looked up Literotica on my iPhone while I was at work. I didn't have a VPN at the time (I wasn't terribly internet savvy), and I freaked out -- thinking that it would be flagged and not only would I get fired, but I'd be outed as well. I immediately contacted Literotica, and requested that my account be deleted, knowing all my stories would be nuked as well.

It was rough, because I'd poured my heart out in these stories, not to mention the fact that I'd salted little bits and pieces of my life all throughout them. I wanted people to read them, but I figured they were backed up somewhere and at some point I'd return. Well. You can guess where this is going.

Years passed by, and those stories were lost to time. Until... I accidentally entered "Literotica" into the Wayback Machine, and with a little digging... I found all of them. I've glanced at them. They're cringey. They're also full of self-loathing as I was only at a nascent stage of accepting my sexuality. (Which I still haven't achieved after about 40 years of fighting it.) So, I'm going to republish these stories just so anyone who's curious to see how I've developed as a "writer" and a human. I'm not even going to reread these before publishing them, because it just amps my anxiety through the roof.The Hildr Saga Pt. 03 фото

We all make our choices folks. Anyways, enjoy this trip down memory lane.

-Jack_Beastly (formerly AcrossTheRubicon, MonkeyWrench00, SweetCamilleCD, and probably a couple others.), member since 2004 (at least), reader since 1998.

The Hildr Saga Ch. 3 Originally published: 07/20/04

My heart was racing, and my cheeks were burning with shame.

The reality was, I was primly sitting, fully clad in lingerie, and a skimpy maids outfit in front of a brutally strong woman.

My cock was throbbing and had slid out of the side of my panties. It was tenting my skirt. My feet were still unused to the unfamiliar construction of women's high heel shoes and they were forced into that dainty arched posture that I had only previously admired and lusted after.

"Play with it."

The command was simple and direct, and I obeyed unhesitatingly. I put my hand on my stiff cock, and began to massage it.

"Twist your nipple."

I began to pinch it.

"Harder."

I wrenched it around until I winced.

"Spread your legs.

It was difficult to do in the confines of my skirt. I hitched it up under my seat and tried, but they only went so far. I felt so erotic, restrained by these various bits of clothes; skirt, thong panty, garter belt, thigh highs, the biting straps of the shoes...

"Stand up."

I didn't want to let go of my warm, hard cock, but I did as bidden. It was a strange experience to lift myself up slowly, given that I was relying on shoes that were basically two spikes under two thin, hard flat platforms... I placed my hands on my knees and slowly rose up.

"Walk to me."

It was hard walking. Imagine if I twisted my ankle doing this... I wouldn't be able to go to the gym for weeks. Imagine that. The most manly activity, lifting weights, curtailed by trying to walk in delicate women's shoes... And I also felt an acute sense of embarrassment when I heard a door open across the hallway... God. What if they knew what was going on in here! What if they knew it was me click, clacking away on the floor! Each time I put my foot down, it sounded like the whole world could hear.

"Keep your legs closer together. Put one foot in front of the other when you walk."

I did it, and it forced my ass to swish. I saw myself in the mirror at the other end of the room. My hard square calves looked... so feminine encased in nylon. Jesus Christ. What the hell was I doing here! What the hell was I doing, period!

"Kneel".

Shit. This presented some difficulties. I slowly got down, I looked awkward and foolish. A large, squarely built man, in a tight, frilly maids outfit.

Finally I was before her feet.

"Face the other direction."

God. The shame. The fucking shame.

"Lift your skirt over your ass."

Uh oh. This was the moment of truth. Earlier in the day, I'd had my ass beat to shit by the salesgirl where I bought this outfit. Now, while my Mistress and I hadn't established any ground rules regarding who we could and couldn't see... there was still this gnawing anxiety at the pit of my stomach. Had I fucked someone, she'd never know, and even if she did, I was sure she'd never mind... but bondage, discipline and sadism... those *were* her special province. Who was I fooling. While she wouldn't show it, she might be hurt. I'd betrayed our special little unspoken pact.

Her voice was ice cold.

"Who. The. Fuck. DID. This!!!"

I trembled.

"Who the fuck did this!"

I couldn't speak... I was so terrified.

Her next response was totally understandable. Her palmed slammed onto my ass with a heretofore unseen fury. I braced myself, and the pain was so undeniable it sent red spots and flashes shooting up my spinal cord into my eyes.

"You fucking sonovabitch!"

Now, as you know, she had made things plain to me. Anytime I wanted to, I could leave. And while she was a big strong, tough, Valkyrie/Amazon of a woman, I could've gotten myself out of this situation.

But.

I stayed.

I braced myself and took her punishment out of guilt. I had betrayed her.

After her furious assault, I stayed on all fours, sobbing. The dainty, submissive women's clothes seemed a little more fitting now.

"Don't move."

There was a tremble in her voice.

It was about 15 minutes before she returned.

She was wearing an ungodly, huge black rubber strap-on, and had my collar and leash in her hand.

She threw the collar in front of me.

"Put it on you little cheating bastard."

I put on the heavy leather collar, and turned to hand her the leash.

I couldn't even look her in the face.

She yanked the leash and walked me towards the couch.

"Present".

I bent myself over the couch, and spread my ass cheeks.

"Give me your hands."

My legs still splayed wide, I put my weight on my face, and put my arms behind my back.

I felt her secure more wrists with rough cord, and she tied the end to a bit embedded in the ceiling, lifting my arms skyward.

She returned and slowly inserted several lube covered fingers into my ass, massaging as much as she could into the inner recesses of my man-cunt.

"Mistress..."

"Yes?"

"I'm... I'm... sorry..."

"You're about to be a lot sorrier."

Her voice was controlled, as she started to work the strap-on, into my ass. It was the largest I'd ever had. I can barely describe the pain. Even the insertion of the head felt like it was tearing me apart. It burned. It was wounding me. It was so unnatural... It didn't even feel good.

My head began to swim and I felt faint.

I have no idea how much insertable length she got into me, but when she shoved as much possible in, I felt like I had a log in my stomach.

"Beg."

"Wha?"

"BEG."

Oh shit... I could barely concentrate.

"Please Mistress..."

She put a hand on my hot, welted ass and squeezed. I was in so much pain all over, I didn't even know where to begin.

"... Please Mistress... Fuck your Servant. Fuck your cheating little whore. Fuck your girl!"

"With what?"

Ahh... ow. My breath was strained given the pain, and the angle of my arms. Even my toes were starting to go numb from these strappy shoes...

"Mistress, please fuck your Servant with your huge, hard cock! Pound it in to my pantied ass!" She loved when I said, 'pantied ass'. "Your little cock-whore needs your cock in her pussy!"

She began to saw the enormous fucking thing in and out of my ass and I couldn't keep from crying out. I was slobbering. I was crying.

"Jesus, Jesus, ahh... Fuck. God!"

I don't know how long she fucked me. It seemed like hours and hours.

When she was through, she withdrew slowly, and it felt like an swirling vacuum of air entered my ass. She'd used so much lube it began to dribble our of my ass and down my thigh... like a fucking woman....

Speaking of which, I was 'sobbing like a girl'.

She left me like that for a little while, and I began to wonder when she was coming back. I heard the fridge open. She was probably having some water.

She came back, and I felt her looming over behind me. She waited a beat.

"I want to make it clear, that I'M the only one who gets to beat your ass from now on.'

I nodded.

"Oh, come on."

I could barely speak.

"Yes Mistress. This ass is your property, and yours alone..."

"Good." Her voice was normal again.

"Now, for your punishment."

"Wha! I thought..."

She answered me by bringing a cat-o-nine-tails across my ass. Each tassle had it's own little message for me, "Dude. You SO fucked up."

After another eternity of pain, she stopped.

"Want to go to the Hamptons next weekend? I have a friend who has a place..."

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