My makeup was professional, but too colorful for my dress. I had come straight from the mall in a little black dress that my ass and tits filled out nicely. The hemline was high enough to reveal my milky white thighs above my stockings. There was no one in the receptionist’s office of the studio. And no one in the large room in back either. A curtain was drawn open to reveal some more props than most customers saw. The bed was a cherry four-poster with an absurdly rumpled gold satin sheet and a mound of burgundy pillows. There was a high bar with leather straps hanging from it. An arch covered with realistic vines and flowers, a black leather sofa, a white bearskin rug, a large shower in the corner, the only thing that touched a wall, and a few other oddities. The walls had something of a sheen to them. One lit up to layers of shades of blue and purple liquid flowing over each other, back and forth as though being tilted, with bubbles rising through.
“Hello?” I called.
“Lea?”
I smiled. I loved having a woman’s voice since being put on hormones. “Nikki. Lea isn’t here?”
“No. Let’s get some stills of you to start out with. Would you like to use the stool to loosen up a bit? Good. Show a little skin and a garter strap. Now puff out your chest. Yes. Turn to the side and look at my hand. Now say, ‘Orgasm.'” She snapped several pictures.
“Good. Now everyone hates this at first but move over there where the light is strong. Hmm. You aren’t drunk, are you?”
“Is there something I missed?” Lea stood behind us wearing a pink turtleneck, burgundy leather leggings, and black suede over the knee boots with fox fur lining and two and a half inch heels.
“No. But I’m glad you’re here for this. Nikki, take off your panties and jerk off enough to get hot. Really hot, but no more. Pick your spot or use the restroom.”
My unusually large penis snapped to life as I slipped just it from my panties. I hiked my dress up and rested back on the stool, stroking my dick, eyes on Lea. “I should probably stop,” I said after twenty seconds.
“This is our first time,” Lea just sort of announced in a chill voice. Nikki’s been in love with me for twenty years, isn’t’ that right?”
“Yes.” My face contorted in excitement.
The photographer smiled.. “Into the light then tell me all about it. She picked up a camera and tapped a button on her phone. The blank wall behind me became a scene of hell. Red-scaled serpents devouring their own tails, fire, figures in black robes with black hair and gray, almost featureless faces, on their knees, supplicating a man on an out cropping only a few feet above, sitting atop a throne with small goat horns, cloven feet, and eyes with concentric irises of red and yellow. He tapped a horned nail on the arm of his throne, his other hand pressed to his temple. His demeanor burned, relishing his bottomless appetite for their supplication being fed. Satan. Life had been stranger.
“Now flirt with Lea. Lea. Completely ignore me. Lea, move where I point. Her camera took rapid fire photos of me posing for Lea,. Strutting to hell and back, bending over, pleading on my knees, licking the tips of my nails. Lee was directed about. “Strip,” she called. “Stockings first. Don’t tear them. I lay down on my belly and arched my ass in the air higher and higher, rising to my knees. I held my hands in supplication to Satan, then flipped on my back and caressed each leg before pulling my shoes and stockings off.
“Again!”
I took my panties off before fastening everything and standing to face Lea. She was staring at my erection, nodding eagerly. I lifted my dress and dropped my garter belt then fell to my knees, dick in hand, masturbating furiously but unable to cum because she did not yet want it. My hands moved to my thighs and I ripped my stockings apart, reached behind myself and tore at the backs. I hiked my dress over my ass and spun to face Satan, presenting my ass to be fucked, tantalizing her as best as I could by swaying it, having completely forgotten the camera. I rose to my knees and peeled my dress up over my long blond hair and turned to face Lea again, on my knees, one hand and the other forearm demurely covering my GG breasts – I had gotten implants after the hormones disappointed. “Fuck me?” I implored. “Please, mistress?”
“Of course, baby.” She pulled er ten and a half inch dick and harness from a bag. “On the bed.”
“Sound’s on, guys. We’re on video.” the photographer announced.
Lea and I sat together atop the bed. I had made a place for her with my crossed legs. Our locked arms kept us from falling apart. I raised her hands to fondle my tits and wrapped my arms around her back, kissing her violently. She responded just as violently.
“Tell me. Tell me about loving me all those years.”
“Life was unlivable without you, Mistress. I couldn’t live life. I didn’t. I only wanted you. There was nothing else to want, nothing else that mattered at all, not at all. Only you.”
“What did you do?”
“Loving you was the only refuge from the torture of loving you.”
“What did you think about when you touched yourself?”
“Your eyes were cold, uncaring, and empty except a sparkle of vanity. It hurt to understand what I’d become to you but I knew you wanted me to see, so I tried my best to stare into your eyes and scream inside.”
“I did own you. I do own you. And now that you can belong to me, what is it that you want the most?”
“I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
“After twenty years of pain and longing and unmet need? You will love me until you die. You love me now. Just like you did. You know it don’t you, Michael?”
Her words danced in my brain and she glowed. “Yes, Mistress.”
“You may have anything of me that you want.” Lea lifted my arms to behind her neck and leaned down to tongue my nipples. The camera continued to snap. “What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck my ass so I finally know I’m yours.”
“What do you want to be to me?”
“Your bitch.”
“Thank you for being honest, Michael. I’m going to fuck you now. Very hard and very fast. Be my perfect whore and we’ll fuck whenever I want, whenever you can make me want. And I will resist. So you will try. When you accept me as your mommy, you can have my pussy.”
“I know Mistress,” I said, already flipping over into position. I noticed the walls. There must have been hidden cameras because the walls reflected us in bed upon us in bed like mirrors endlessly reflecting into each other. The mattress shifted behind me and Lea’s hand reached down to squeeze my balls. I parted my cheeks for her and she thoroughly lubricated me, even pushing large gobs of vasoline inside me. There came a pause then her cock nudging against its target and pushing into me in one steady stroke. My groan sounded like a sigh. “Finally,” I moaned, knowing I was taking the words from her mouth. Lea didn’t speak though. She just hammered my fuckhole in a hard, steady rhythm. I felt the first convulsion approaching rapidly. “Your fucking whore loves that so good! Mistress Lea?! Fuck me like the slut I want to be. Fuck me like I’m your slut. Take my ass so hard, so fucking good. Make me yours. Show me what it means to truly be yours.” I babbled and shrieked words I didn’t understand and cum ran from my dick.”
“I need it! I need it, Mistress! I need your dick, Mistress! I need your dick, Mistress! I need your dick, Mistress! Need your dick! Need your dick! Need your dick! God, your fucking dick, Mistress! Fuck me! Fuck me! I love it! I love you more than a person can love, Mistress Lea! I love you more than life! Life without you is one enormous empty failure! You! Only you! Only you can keep me under the surface of my cries, my screaming fuck need for your monster mistress dick. Now, Mistress! Cumming on your fucking dick, Mistress!” Little screams and squeals and shrieks rose from me that grew longer and louder until one long cry at a moment of everything loosed my cum from my girl clit.
“I’ll always need how you take my ass! Mistress, I know my ass! I know my ass!” My voice had dissolved into a blubber. “I know my ass isn’t yours yet, Mistress. Take it. Claim it! Claim it! Claim me!” I cried plaintively. The layers and fears were being stripped back.. I was me. And I was getting fucked by a woman I worshipped like God, as was now so plain. “I’ll always, always need this.” My voice was a pained cry, my hands curled in the pillows. Lea’s hands held the globes of my ass. “Make me me! Please fuck Mistress! Make me me! I know I love you like I’m never real because I never knew. I never knew how good your cock could feel! Take my fucking ass! Yeah! Yeah!” I barked. “My fucking ass needs cock! And now . . . oh God, Lea. Oh Mistress Lea!” My body shook and more cum and piss fell from dick. “I’m fucking yours!” I smiled impishly. “Well, my ass is, anyway. You like that, don’t you? You like know my ass is yours. Or did you already know, Mistress? Did you already know that Mommy made my asshole to house your dick? Are you proud? Are you proud of that? Are you proud of me for figuring that out? You’ve got to fuck me good, Mistress, because this time is special. It’s the very first time you claimed what’s always been yours. It’s the first time you’ve claimed your loyal slave’s ass and the first time I understand that I never need to have anything ever again as long as I can have your dick right where it belongs. In my fucking sluthole. Isn’t that right, Mistress? Mmm. It’s like I know how long I needed to fuck, to fuck, to get fucked by the only woman I was ever fated to love. Love me back by showing me. Teach me. Teach me that you control me. Teach me that I’m helpless. Teach me how much I love your dick. And teach me what it truly means to belong to you. You like that, don’t you. You like fucking your perfect fucking whore who loves only one thing, who only loves knowing I’m getting fucked by my Mistress.” Another orgasm took me and I fell silent. Thoughts floated through my head. I thought about how I loved Lea, how I had no control. Her words controlled my thoughts themselves. I couldn’t even desire to displease her. My dick began to harden despite the violent ass fucking my Mistress was giving my needy hole and I knew these were good thoughts, that they would please Mistress Lea. I had no will to submit, it was instructed to me when my submission was desired. I would never believe or think anything that my mistress didn’t want me to. I was hers, ultimately. And I always had been. I had suffered so greatly, debased myself before her with love, and then asked her to fuck my ass so she could feel the thrill of ultimate victory over my heart. I was smiling, beaming. God knew my ass was hers and, as I ejaculated fully onto the sheets, I knew what it truly meant to belong to Mistress Lea.
