Deliverance Up to that fateful day

Ms. Louise

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Deliverance

    Up to that fateful day, my life had been full and pleasant, well almost. my career at “Casa do Pierogi,” the trendy Mexican-Polish restaurant on the lower West Side was going well. i’d been promoted from dishwasher to busboy and could now enjoy the sight of the smart confident women who came to power lunch on sauerkraut burritos and duck soup.
    One of then even smiled at me once or at least in my direction.
    my small salary sustained me and i was a free man who could determine his own fate. Until i started thinking with my crotch.
    i found myself one morning in a meadow on the outskirts of town, naked, except for a raggedy pair of cotton briefs, no clothes, no money and no dignity.
    my head ached from a drugging the night before. i guess that long legged, short skirted beauty really was too good to be true. i should have expected something when i noticed the size of her Adam’s apple!
    i was trying to clear my head when i heard a woman speak, “Follow Me slave, I’ll take you back to your owner, whomever she may be. I’m afraid you’ve earned the whipping of your life.”
    She was seated on a white pony, dressed in common britches, and could have been a soldier or bounty hunter. But there was a regal air in the way She sat straight in the saddle that made Her look like a Princess. i recognized Her immediately from television interviews and Her speeches before the All-Female congress that now rules our country. Even a free man like me was required to memorize Her 10 Point program that relegated males to second class citizenship and established the new Gynocracy.
    She had the most expressive face i’d ever seen, and the most beautiful. Her mane of curly dark hair was brushed back over a high forehead and away from cheeks so finely sculpted they looked like porcelain. Her nose was fine and aristocratic; Her lips full and sensual like a gypsy from Eastern Europe. The brows above Her dark inquisitive eyes were majestically arched adding to Her appearance of importance demanded authority.
    i’d never seen a more magnetic and alluring woman. I made eye contact with Her knowing full well that i was breaking the law. i’d watch men being caned for such liberties, but i just couldn’t resist.
    She wore an expensive silk shirt, probably Italian. In the hot sun, it clung invitingly to Her handsome bosom. her swollen nipples poked through the material like succulent grapes, making my pulse quicken. my heart bumped in my chest. i felt dribble rolling onto my chin.
    my eyes danced over every inch of Her femininity-Her small waist, Her sweetly rounded hips. Her tiny feet were covered in leather boots of rich dark butterscotch color. i wondered how many men begged to lick them clean every day. And if She would even honor me with a good swift kick. i traveled up to gracefully tapered calves and heavenly plump thighs. i thought i’d have a seizure when i peeked between Her legs.
    She removed a rope from the saddle horn and threw one end in my direction.
    “Loop this around your equipment, and be quick about it,” She said turning Her pony around and giving me my first glimpse of Her valentine shaped posteriors.
    I’ve seen runaway slaves hauled into town with their scrotums bound in that fashion, then sentenced to the pillories for public paddling and humiliation. But i was a free man and although i had never even dared to look at a woman of this caliber before, i chose to defy this one.
    “i’ll do no such thing,” i said, “i’m a free man.” i turned quickly on my heels and began a fast walk that quickly turned into a run.
    “Don’t slave,” She warned, “it’s really for your own good.”
    But i was determined; i’d shoe Her. i’d been an athlete and cold out distance Her easily, if only i could get to the woods and hide in the thick brush.
    But my body betrayed me.
    The excess of a few hundred ‘Happy Meals’ jiggled and bounced with every stride. my stomach felt like a bowling ball, my ass waggled, my once powerful thighs felt like butter.
    Maybe it was the drugs last night. Maybe a potion had turned my statuesque figure into something crude and porcine!
    “Maybe bats would fly out of my ass if i continued trying to delude myself,” i thought.
    my heart raced inside my chest, my breathing became more and more labored, but the woods were scarcely ten meters away. If only i could move a little faster.
    Then Her rope dropped down over my head, past my shoulders, over my hips, till it snapped shut tightly around my ankles. I fell face first like a bag of dirty laundry into a mound of bird droppings.
    Every muscle in my body ached as She dragged me this way and that way with the rope wound around the horn of Her saddle. When i finally came to a rest i was lying face down over a fallen tree.
    i was so weak and out of breath i could barely turn my head as She dismounted, tied Her horse to a tree and removed a paddle from a leather holster. It was exquisitely carved from dark expensive wood and burnt into its wide blade were the letter M.L.D. in old English script. Walking towards me, She placed the paddle between Her legs and rubbed its edge against Her crotch seemingly enjoying the sight of my helplessness.
    i panicked! i was going to be spanked like a common slave and was helpless to stop Her! This was the kind of Woman that found a joy in administering discipline and putting men in their proper place. i trembled.
    “Don’t you dare even think about it,” i spat at Her with as much venom as i could muster. “i’m a free man. With money and property.”
    She laughed and kept walking towards me while practice swings in the air at an imaginary backside.
    “i know people in high places,” i lied, “people that owe me favors.”
    “I’ll hire a Domina to spank you in Public Hall and I’ll sell tickets for the event.”
    I shut my mouth when She drew a dagger from a sheath attached to her belt.
    “BE STILL, little man,” She said, slicing the raggedy briefs away from my body. Then stuffing them deep into my mouth.
    Her gloved hand moved between my legs and grabbed hold of my scrotum, pulling and twisting it as though it were a cow’s teat. i moaned and sweated and quaked.
    “I can cut these off as quickly as not,” She added with so little emotion in Her voice that i truly believed Her. “Now, don’t move,” She added, “or you’ll soon be singing soprano.”
    She placed a booted foot on my lower back and pressed my soft belly onto the rough tree bark. It was the type of pose Her editor would choose for a jacket cover when She found time to write Her autobiography; the essence of the Superior Woman.
    She slapped each chubby cheek lightly with the paddle, just hard enough that the flabby flesh quaked and bounced. Just hard enough to let me know that She was totally in control and that no man ever defied Her!
    Then came a loud crack as the wide wooden blade caught both cheeks fully!
    No man, i thought!
    Then an even louder crack and i felt myself lifted an inch from the log.
    Ever defied Her!
    My backside was warm and pink, yet i had a raging hard-on. i could heat the rustling of leaves and tress as the forest animals came to the clearing to celebrate Her beauty and applaud my torment.
    A Ladies carriage drawn by a team of pony boys stopped to enjoy the sight and was quickly joined by Female auctioneer driving six red-bottomed slaves with thick hard cocks to market. The signs around their necks said ‘For Sale by Owner’ and ‘No Offer too Small.’
    i wondered if this would was my fate and i was beginning to understand why slaves were always erect even while their bottoms were raw and sore!
    Then Her arm shot back and the swat exploded on my bottom with an explosion that startled the birds in the trees. Then another and still another quickly thereafter. She swung the paddle hard and watched in please fascination as the bright red blotches covered my buttocks.
    “you look more like a baboon than a free man from this angle,” She joked as i bucked and struggled in rhythmic motion.
    i looked up between He spread legs and was wrought with Venus envy. her power and beauty stirred me so that even as tears rolled down my face, i was overcome with a new devotion, to Her and this erotic foreplay.
    She swung the paddle again at my dancing swaying derriere, catching both cheeks with a burning hot swat. Then two dozen in rapid succession till Her arm tied and the slap became lazy loud smacks. Still my buttocks rose to reach each blazing wallop.
    my hips moved in and out like pistons as though i fucking someone, or.........

    She walked to the horse’s saddlebag, fully aware that my eyes were glued to Her slappable-round ass, twitching in britches so tight they looked like hot wax.
    Of course you know the rest, why She professed that “all men must be fucked by Women.”
    It wasn’t for humiliation on penance, but the purest manipulation into slavery by a voluptuous agony. i accepted Her greedily and embraced the new strange sensation of being filled. She moved for Her own enjoyment but the dull nodding pain became my sweetest misery. As the phallus drove in and out, past the hot itching flesh, i became frantic. i snapped my hips back hard in rapid succession. So skillfully She whispered, “slut.”    i heard a satisfying groan from deep inside Her and i came, crying and screaming and laughing.
    i looped Her rope tightly around my scrotum and begged to be claimed. She didn’t answer, just mounted Her pony and then tugged...very, very hard!

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