Stories from the Kastle

Slave 'Worm' experiences Mistress Angelica

I sat there on a ridiculously small white children’s chair. She made me just sit there a while; as I looked around the Dungeon I could smell incense burning and the soft music coming from somewhere.

These were blending with a dose of anticipation, seducing me, calming my mind into drowsiness but alert just enough to keep ticking over.... 'She was making me wait.... what was going to happen.... what was she going to do to me?'

There was a loud THUD as a box she had just thrown near my feet hit the floor ... "Open it!" She commanded. Upon doing so I was hit with the sight of the sweetest, sexiest things ever devised for 'womanhood'... classic glossy black patent leather stilettos with 6" heels. Even though the dungeon was dimly lit, light seemed to be flashing off these new shoes everywhere... I knew then that I had come to the right place. It wasn't’t enough that she was a very beautiful and sensuous woman; she had to demonstrate that she knew exactly what to wear to reduce and break a man down!   And right now, I was that man, and she had me squarely in her sights. It was my first visit to Mistress Angelica.

She gracefully sat before me on her throne (making me feel even smaller & sillier on my pre-school chair) and changed her shoes right under my nose ...... and that, if you'll count with me, is four of the most seductive, man-melting leg crosses and uncrossing you will ever see in your life. She could' have done it in two but as I said I was the new man in her lair, her brand new target, and she was calibrating her sights to see how much I could take… Although I felt like molten lava, I was still frozen by the vision of it all. I think she sensed it as she drilled me with 'that' look.

"Get over there!" She snapped as she stood up over me, directing me to the center of the dungeon floor with her crop. "Lie down on your back!"

I was still fully clothed except for my shoes and even before I could fully lay down She was standing over me, one sinister black stiletto dangerously close to my genital region, the other in the stretched to the outside of my body in a classic dominant pose. From her stilettos I slowly looked up at her. Her legs that now pinned me to the floor are stunning as I follow their magnificent lines to her torso.

Encased in the sheerest seamed nylon stockings light shimmered off them and accentuated their gorgeous shape. They highlight the striations between the quadriceps and hamstrings, and her calves are the best I have ever seen, the stocking tops are high up on her thigh cupping up just under her lovely arse cheeks – classic vintage eight strap suspenders of course! Her corset was black satin, lace and cord work encapsulates her hourglass figure up to two full, beautiful, voluptuous breasts that are now trained down upon me like the guns of an angry battleship.

Slinky black satin gloves gobble up her arms high above the elbow where a sinister silver snake arm band clasps one of them at her left bicep.

I can just make out this muscle flex and contract a little each time she teasingly taps her crop on the side of her stiletto. She's staring at me, just staring and glaring, the look on her very gorgeous face is one of pure power, of a pure, sexual power I’ve not experienced before in my life.

In one effortless fluid motion her stocking clad foot is out of her glossy black captor and hovering over my nose and mouth.

“If I present something to you like this Worship it !!" So I softly kissed and licked the nylon stocking as she laid down the laws of her Dungeon.

"Right. Up there!" directing me up to her rack/bench.   "Strip first!"

Soon I was tethered helpless. She had worked very skilfully; a Black Widow entangling her prey motionless with leather collars, bands, chains and clasps. I couldn't move, only my head just a little, enough to see her glide towards the bench - a sneaky look - I quickly spun my gaze away for fear of being caught ogling her.

Then she was close up to me, I felt her pinch my nostrils firmly closing my airway there with her satin black fingers, I could not breathe but for her permission.
'What was she doing?'

Her face came closer, my breath shut off, closer she came bending down as if to kiss me!?? Surely not! Still I can’t breath and I am getting fearful, feeling the bonds around my body, knowing she has complete control. Closer... her lips were about to touch mine. 'What the?'

Then I gasped for air, and a warm liquid ran through my parted lips, I had to gulp it down just to breathe. 'What was this fluid?' I thought as she administered another dose of 'poison' to me, still blocking my nose so I was helplessly forced to take in the extra elixir straight from her slightly parted plump blood red wet lips.

'Am I being drugged? She's drugging me!'

I see a flash of red, I think its only red wine, but what's in it. I’m trapped, the Black Widow has her victim encased in her web and I am helpless. Down she comes again, this time just a very small portion of her blood red lips brush mine and I go into orbit ... 'The poison lips have hit me!'.

The sensation surges and tingles through my body and I’m sure now if this is a game or not. Maybe she has drugged me, I heard she was a witch or something, but its too late, I'm starting to sink, sinking further and deeper each time she administers her lethal shot. Though my body is totally immobilized, I start to float away… my mind is foggy and everything is a blur.

“Silly slave” she says, ”Don’t you know good red wine when you taste it?” She laughs derisively.

A creaking sound awakes me from my haze as Mistress Angelica grabs the overhead bar, jams one knee into my side and hoists herself up and over my head in one movement.

Her upper legs are parted over my head, beautiful fully fashioned stocking welts tease me, her suspenders clasp at them and the vision of panties hovering just above my nose, and her corsetry completely disturb me, the look on her face drives me crazy… 'OH... GOD HELP ME!' She attaches a big black strap-on in a flash, dipping it repeatedly into what seems to be glass of red wine and starts to force me to lick the red 'poison' from her cock.

"Now lick it all off!"    I dutifully go into action. She dips again;”Suck it all off , take all of my cock into your mouth… mmmmm… that's right take all of my cock… SUCK IT!”

She starts to get a rhythm going and I hear sounds of pleasure and an evil chuckle. Her face now has a sinister smirk over it, I'm overwhelmed by her power; it’s intoxicating me, maybe the 'poison wine’ coursing in my veins is helping. I feel my dick flinch with pleasure.

"That's a good boy take all of it!"

She increases the thrusts of her cock and I gag. Choking, she grabs my head firmly between both of her black satin claws, clasps up two fistfuls of my hair and begins to ride my face, fucking my head as if I were nothing but an object of her pleasure. I choke again and again under her renewed fury, tears a welling and streaming down my face and all she has to say is "Aww poor boy, is that the back of your throat I'm hitting? Aww”

Mistress Angelica reloads with more 'wine' and jams her strap on deep into my throat again. "Careful of your teeth, I don't want any teeth . I'll teach your how to suck cock properly!"

She gleefully pumps away with total disregard to my comfort, and my own cock is standing dripping with excitement and totally ignored. "Have you ever been fucked in the face before ?” As she pulls my hair even tighter I can only shake my head and mumble in a pathetic gesture of 'no'…"Ha Ha Ha” she cackles, enjoying the ride just that much better from my answer.

Taking control of my head and almost ripping my hair out she starts to fuck me with no mercy. I melt at her extra aggression and feel my now blood engorged cock with pleasure. I'm moaning aloud around my black phallic intruder, sensing my pleasure she glances back at my throbbing knob and immediately pulls up and out of my mouth, saliva 'cum' sheets off the large glossy black strap on cock all over my face.

Hoisting herself again on the overhead bar she turns her torso 180 degrees so that her attention is also turned facing my now throbbing penis. She gently lowers her panties down onto my mouth and nose.

Her panties envelope my nose and lips through the silken black fabric of her undies and again I fight to breathe. As if she sensed my predicament she presses down hard on my face as if to suffocate, forcing me to inhale and gasp down a massive dose of her pheromones.

Infused in the fabric of her undies is a seductive hypnotic fragrance which I later find out is 'Pure Poison”, this is blending mercilessly with her own aroma to inject a lethal cocktail straight into my dick. I start to sink and fall with every breath.

At last my poor knob is in her vice like grip. I wish to be put out of my misery. She has clasped my shaft in her hand still with her magnificent black gloves on as if she can’t bear to actually touch me.

“That’s right, boy, you are nothing but a worm to me, lying here, why I could crush you when ever I felt like it,” she taunted. “You want to be put of your misery, don’t you?”

I tried to say yes, but my face was still trapped beneath her panties.

The silky softness of her panties and her satin gloves had me helpless. I wondered what punishment lay ahead if I lost control and came without her permission. Worse! What if she did not give it?

She rolled a finger over the top of my knob mixing my oozing pre-cum with lube. She’s working me hard now, I start to leave my body and what she did next will fascinate me until the day I die.

To be continued...