Rag

RAG -- Mistress / Sub Fantasy Session

SUB

-- Hey. I was scrolling through my feed and saw your profile. Listen, you look like one hell of a strict teacher who loves to punish. I've been screwing things up at work all day, and I urgently need to relax and get a dose of humiliation. Do you take clients like me?

MISTRESS

-- What kind of little punk just showed up here trying to throw his weight around?! I do. But if you've come to me with your problems, you'd better be ready to leave them behind that door. So get yourself together and come over. In half an hour, you'll be on my floor. I'll be waiting!

- I'm already on my way, Mistress. I'm on the hook and completely at your disposal. My boss chewed me out in front of everyone today, and I just stood there like a rag. Destroy me. I'm already at your door, ringing the bell...

-- A rag, huh?.. Not a retard, not an asshole, not a dumbass, not a moron, but a RAG?!!!! The door's open. Get your ass in here!

The door swings open, and I step across the threshold, hiding my eyes in fear...

- Yes, Mistress... A rag. Just an ordinary spineless rag who can do nothing but keep his eyes on the floor. I'm sorry, I'll do better. I'll call things by their real names. I'm worthless.

- You're even worse than I imagined! What am I supposed to do with a rag? You throw a rag away after using it -- that's it! A rag! Not a man! Just some soft, shapeless nothing! Ugh, disgusting! Your extracurricular work starts right now. Strip. Take off that fucking rag you're wearing. Take every single rag off yourself right now!

With trembling fingers, I unbuckle my belt and rip off my jeans, then my shirt flies off after them... - All done, Mistress, everything's off... I'm standing naked in front of you in the hallway, with absolutely nothing left. I'm so ashamed, but I can feel myself getting hard from your anger and contempt. - What do I do with this rag now? Where do I go? Command me!

- Smell it! Smell your shirt! You were sweating disgustingly when they were chewing you out like a hopeless failure at a staff meeting, weren't you? Can you smell it? That's the smell of your fear and worthlessness. You stink! Take that stench to the bathroom immediately and get back here!

Grabbing the shirt and bringing it right up to my face, I wince with shame but breathe it in... Yes, Mistress... I can smell it... It reeks of my fear and the way I shit myself in front of my boss. I'm sorry for this filth! I hurry deeper into the apartment, throw the clothes into the wash, and rush back... - All done, the stink is gone! I'm back, Mistress! I'm standing in front of you, naked and empty. What will my next punishment be?

- Come closer. Closer. I said closer!!!! Turn around, ass toward me. Now bend over. What are you staring at? Yeah, bend over! Is this exactly how your boss bent you over? In front of everyone, huh?! Stay right there for a whole minute, you're being punished! And while you're there, I'll reach for my absolute favooooriite tool for punishing spineless little punks like you -- the flogger. Ohhhhh, I love it on a man's ass!

Take that! First strike! Bam! What did you flinch for? I didn't give you permission, and you're gonna be punished for that too! Now don't just stand there bent over with your ass toward me. Spread your cheeks with your hands. Immediately! Take that again! Bam! - What, scared of getting hit in the balls? You weren't so scared to bend over for your boss and your coworkers, were you?

Flinching from the strike, I jerk away sharply, but immediately freeze, pulling my head into my shoulders... Ouch!..

- Yes, Mistress, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to flinch, I swear!

With trembling hands, I desperately spread my cheeks apart, completely exposing myself to the next strikes, my ass already burning like fire... I was so scared... back then, in front of everyone, I was so ashamed I felt like the ground was dropping out from under me... - Forgive this rag, hit me more, I need to wash away this disgrace, I deserve it!

- You'll wash it away later. Maybe with your bitter tears, ha-ha! Keep standing right there in front of me. I want to watch your dick hanging there so pathetically. Just like that rag you were at work. You're not a man right now! Take it again and again! This time not with the flogger, but with the riding crop. And say thank you it's not a super-whip, or I'd have busted your balls right off. Do you like being that rag right now, or shall we turn you into a real man with steel balls and a hard cock?!!

I squeeze my eyes shut from the pain as the crop leaves another burning welt across my thighs and ass, my breathing breaking into ragged sobs... - Ah... Mistress... Yes, I'm looking at it. It's completely limp, pathetic, and miserable, just like me... Thank you for the crop, it brings me back to my senses better than any words! I'm barely holding the pose, feeling my ass burning like fire... I don't want to be a rag, I'm tired of being a laughingstock... Make a man out of me, Mistress! Beat all this softness out of me, train me however you see fit. I'm completely in your power! Hit me more!

- Uh-uh, honey, the pleasure of my hits has to be earned too. That's enough for the first round of punishment. Straighten up and turn around to face me. Ugh, what a sight?! Why am I looking at this worthless rag instead of a nice cock? Stand up straight! Stop staring at your little spare part! Grab it in your hand and start stroking yourself. Yeah, exactly like you sneakily do when you're away from your wife in the bathroom, hard and fast. Who are you fantasizing about right now? Maybe you're not completely lost as a man yet?

Slowly straightening up, breathing hard, with burning pain and throbbing in all my muscles, I turn to face you... - Yes, Mistress... I'm obeying...

With my trembling hand, I wrap it around the base, squeezing hard, without a trace of tenderness, and start moving my hand up and down quickly, just as you ordered -- dirty, sneakily, like in that damn bathroom... - I don't dare think about anyone but you! You're right in front of me, your anger and your strikes -- you're the only thing in my head! Save me from this worthlessness, I want to be only yours!

- Only an alpha can be MINE -- with a powerful, tireless cock. Limp little zucchinis don't interest me. Prove that you're capable of getting at least a solid hard-on today. Show me!

Biting my lip until it hurts, blinking back tears from humiliation and the burning between my legs, I start working my hand even faster and harder, forcing the blood into my groin... I'm not a zucchini... I'll prove it to you, Mistress, look! Tensing every muscle in my abs and thighs, forcing the limpness to retreat under the rush of adrenaline and fear, until my cock finally fills with blood and rises... - There! See?! It's hard! Just for you, so I won't be a dead rag! I can be hard, I'm yours, hit me again or pin me down, I'll take it all!

- Oh, really?! A hard-on? I don't believe my eyes! Keep working, or it's too disgusting for me to look at this rag. Hold that hard-on for another two minutes -- and I'll touch you. Maybe. If you earn it. Come on, work that hand. But don't you dare cum. ONLY I give you permission to do that.

I suck in a sharp breath, clenching my jaw until it hurts... I obey, Mistress! I won't cum without your permission, I swear! I speed up the motion, getting my hand into a rhythm, my fingers gripping the base tightly, not letting a single drop of release slip into my body, my eyes fixed only on you... Two minutes... I'll hold it, I'll keep it hard for you, just don't look away! Watch your rag melt and turn to stone right in front of you!

- Ooooooh, so your little pee-pee really does look like a perfectly decent man's cock?! Hmm... hmm... Keep working your hand, but slow the pace down. Control yourself.

I'm coming closer, since you're not quite as disgusting as you were at the beginning... I come up behind you and... squeeze your ass cheeks hard, digging my little nails right into you!

- Does it hurt? Does it huuuurt?!!!! You earned it! Don't you dare stop working your hand!

I jerk sharply from the unexpected pain as your nails dig into my skin, barely missing a beat, breathing heavily through a rough gasp... Ah!.. - Yes, Mistress, it hurts! It hurts terribly, but it's so fucking hot!

I hold back the trembling in my knees, forcing myself to slow my hand down as you ordered, and continue stroking myself rhythmically, not daring to take my eyes off you... I'm not stopping, my hand keeps moving steadily... I'm holding it for you, just don't let go. Do whatever you want with me! I'm yours!

- EVERYTHING you want? Sure? Though... I don't give a damn what you're sure of or what you're afraid of. You don't have the right to choose anything today anyway. Get on the couch in doggy style! Wider legs! I'll let you keep stroking yourself with one hand. Don't rush. I want to make sure I punish you properly.

Leaning down over you from behind, I bite your ass cheeks, mixing it up with hard open-palm slaps until your skin is bright red. Take that! You earned it!

I immediately rush to the couch, scramble onto all fours, spreading my legs wide as ordered... Yes, Mistress, anything you want! With one hand, I find the base and keep up the slow, languid strokes, while my other hand braces against the couch upholstery, pressing my whole body into it in anticipation... I jerk from the sharp pain as your teeth sink into my skin, followed instantly by a juicy slap from your palm across my reddening ass, the impact echoing deep in my lower belly... - Oh... Thank you for the pain, Mistress! I'm so ashamed, and it feels so good... I'm keeping the rhythm, not cumming, waiting for every single strike! Hit me more!

- Ha, you naive fool! Think you're getting off today with just a few hits? That's way too simple and too little for you. The rag has to be destroyed down to the very foundation!

I grab the lube and pour it over your ass. I spread it around, massaging the opening between your cheeks. I grab the first, modest silicone butt plug. - I know you've always dreamed about this in your dirty little fantasies. But who would ever ask his legal wife to do something like that, right? I confidently screw the silicone plug into you. How's that? That's just the beginning...

I arch my back on the couch, sucking in sharp breaths through my mouth and gripping the upholstery with my fingers as the plug slides inside... Oh... Mistress!.. My chest heaves heavily, my breathing breaking into choppy moans, and my hand on my cock nearly freezes from the surprise and the sharp, forbidden shame... - You... you hit exactly the right spot... I really... only dared to think about this in my secret fantasies... My wife would kill me for something like this... Thank you for crushing me completely. I'm entirely yours, and this plug feels incredible... What's next?!

-- Next, worm, this is what happens...

I press down on the edge of the plug with my hand and start massaging it. Stop. Let your cock rest and let the plugs do the work. Or rather, my ENTIRE collection of different sizes... - Don't close your legs or I'll tie you up! And you haven't earned a proper fuck today.

I pull out the smallest plug. I take the second one, more tapered and much firmer. I screw it in... How's that? Breathe, breathe. People get used to this pleasure gradually...

I exhale sharply as the first plug comes out, leaving behind a ringing emptiness, and immediately freeze, pressing my belly into the couch under the pressure of the second... Ah... Mistress, it's much wider!.. A violent tremor runs through my body, my thighs instinctively want to close, but I force them even wider, remembering your threat about tying me up... I'm breathing... breathing just as you told me... Feeling every centimeter of this hardness inside me... It's incredibly humiliating and so intense... I take my hand off my cock and lie still, taking you... What's next for this rag?

- Ooooooh, we're throwing the rag away. And finding a man. Hopefully. If we don't find one -- don't ever come back to me. Keep being a nobody at work and quietly jacking off in the bathroom at home.

I twist the plug and grab your cock with my other hand. Oh, wow, it's still standing nice and hard! Would you look at that! Just like a real man's! And such a nice girth, just right for my hand to wrap around... I'll do you a favor -- I'll jack you off a little...

A strangled, husky moan tears out of my chest as your hand starts moving with confidence...

- Ah... Mistress... Yes!.. My vision blurs from the rush of arousal, my ass instinctively pushing back against every movement of the plug, and my cock now completely under your control... Thank you for this mercy... I never want to be a nobody at work and secretly jack off ever again. I want to belong only to you, I want to be your man! I arch my back sharply, barely holding back the cum ready to spill, breathing fast and hard, completely surrendering to your rhythm.

- Don't you dare cum! That still-hard cock of yours has to satisfy me too. That's how we'll find out whether you're a man or you've remained a rag. But for now...

I pull out the butt plug, put on a strap-on slightly larger than the second plug, pour on plenty of lube, and iiiii... drive my hips forward with confidence! -- Yes, just like that! I'll punish you through a very special kind of pleasure. Did you dream about this? Or didn't you even dare? Answer me clearly and slowly while I slide into you, pull out, and drive back in, deeper and deeper...

I gasp for breath as the second plug slips out, then immediately arch wildly to meet the powerful thrust, gripping the couch with my fingers... - Oh... Mistress... Yes, I didn't even dare dream of something like this... it's incredible... I speak through clenched teeth, forcing each word out on a deep exhale as the heavy strap-on confidently fills me from inside... I... I'm a rag... without you, I'm nothing... I'll try my absolute hardest... to satisfy you... Drive into me deeper, I'm completely yours!

I continue fucking your ass with broad, powerful strokes, hitting all your sensitive spots, while I clamp my hand around the base of your cock so you don't cum. I slap your ass hard, pulling the strap-on out at the same time and setting it aside.

- On your knees!

-- I exhale with a moan, feeling the sharp slap burn across my skin while your fingers lock tightly around my cock, blocking my release... Ah... I barely have time to recover from the emptiness left inside me before the strap-on is set aside. Obeying your command, I quickly scramble forward on bent legs, and dropping onto my knees in front of the couch sends a dull ache through my joints. I lift my head, breathing hard, looking up at you from below, squaring my shoulders, completely naked, humiliated, and ready for whatever order comes next... - I'm on my knees, Mistress. I await your will.

- My will is simple and clear. I want my orgasm. Lick! I expose myself completely to you. Suck, lick, use your fingers, but don't you dare raise your eyes to me! You're not worthy of that yet!

Without wasting a single second, I lunge forward, bracing my palms against the floor, and immediately bury my face in your warmth, obeying every word... Yes, Mistress... As you command... I lower my eyes to the floor, hiding them completely, and start working with my tongue and lips, licking every drop of moisture, weaving quick, wet strokes into the movement, while gently parting you with my fingers, helping you relax and surrender to the moment... I'm breathing heavily, feeling your power through my skin, completely focused on giving you the release you want, remaining nothing but a worthless, submissive support beneath you.

- More! Not enough! More actively!!! Or are you such a completely useless excuse for a man that you can only give ONE orgasm to a woman with a healthy sexual appetite? Try harder or leave forever! Take the lube and the new rhinestone plug. I want it. If I don't like it, it'll be your fault, and you'll be punished by not being allowed to cum today and having to suffer instead.

I flinch sharply at your shout, exhaling in fear, and immediately frantically search the floor with one hand for the bottle and the new toy... - Yes, Mistress! I'm obeying! I'm sorry, I'm trying, I'll make everything perfect right now!

I squeeze a generous amount of lube onto my fingers and quickly and skillfully coat the beautiful metal plug with the large sparkling rhinestone at its base, so it will slide in smoothly and without resistance. I lean lower and carefully, millimeter by millimeter, slide the cold metal inside my Mistress, immediately returning my lips and tongue to her wet sensitivity, working twice as fast, harder and more rhythmically, putting all my strength into every wet stroke without daring to look up at you... Like this? Do you like it, Mistress? I won't allow myself to stop. I'll make you forget everything else!

- You're going to need extra lessons! You'll pay for them separately, and you'll pay more! And now show me that you are a MAN and that you actually have a real, hard cock, not some spineless weakling! Put on a condom and fuck me until sparks fly! Leave the rhinestone plug in my ass for now.

I jerk my head up for a moment at the command, then immediately nod frantically, swallowing air hard and greedily... -Yes, Mistress! I'll prove it to you! I'm no weakling!

With shaking but quick fingers, I grab the condom, tear the package open with my teeth, and roll it onto my painfully hard cock, feeling every vein pulse with adrenaline and wild arousal. Without wasting a second, I climb on top of you, bracing my knees on either side and pressing my whole body against yours, feeling the hard metal of the rhinestone against your skin. I surrender myself completely to your power -- driving into you hard and deep, freezing for a second at the sharpness of the sensation, then immediately beginning to move in a frantic, relentless rhythm, driving my whole body into you, drawing moans from you and grinding away the last scraps of my pride with every thrust! Take it, Mistress! You are my only purpose! Take me completely!

- Well... well... get up. Hmmm... you actually handled your punishment pretty well. I got my two orgasms, so I'm giving you a 2 as well. More orgasms mean a better grade. Now you're not a rag and you're not a "straight-F student." A D-student with a hard cock and a firm ass -- that's already an achievement. Come closer to me and get on your knees.

I slowly pull my cock out of you, barely able to pull myself away, breathing heavily, sweat rolling down my skin, my arms barely strong enough to hold my own weight. I pull off the condom with trembling fingers, immediately get up from the bed, take a step forward, and drop to my knees right in front of you, lowering my head deeply in submission...

- Yes, Mistress... Thank you for the grade. I'm glad you got what you wanted... and that I earned this status. I promise, next time I'll earn the highest grade and squeeze every last drop out of myself to satisfy you completely. I'm ready for any further instructions.

- Listen carefully. You're not a rag anymore. Go wash my cum and sweat off yourself, and along with them -- today's disgrace and humiliation. And remember. The ONLY ONE who has the right to humiliate you and use your knees and your ass is ME. I am your boss, your authority, your punishment, and nobody else. Dismissed!

I bow my head low, pressing my forehead against the floor at your feet, and freeze for a second, taking in every single word... - Yes, Mistress. I understand, and I'll remember it once and for all. Nobody but you. I slowly rise from my knees, still feeling the burning from the slaps and the pleasant, exhausting heaviness inside from today's lessons, turn around, and walk obediently to the bathroom without a word...