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Pain and Pleasure are One

Waves of pleasure rippled through the minions body as he plunged into the soft sensual…

Suddenly mid stroke the minion froze… his body tensioned, his mind raced and then…

his eyes opened. “No, No, No. Please noooooo. “, the minion thought. Quick as a bolt

of lightening the minion rolled over on the floor and sprung up on all fours. He gritted his

teeth and contracted every muscle he had. His member was aching, throbbing, pulsing

in uncontrollable jerks. He hung his head low and looking down between his legs he could

see a drop of precum roll out the head of his penis and its wetness glisten off the stainless

string ring which pierced his frenum. i mustn’t cum, i mustn’t cum, i mustn’t cum repeated

over and over in his mind.  He was in serious trouble this time and he knew it. It didn’t

matter that it had only been a dream. He was told he was never, ever, to cum and certainly

never, ever ever to allowed to touch himself – not even when he showered was his hands

allowed to touch his penis… or, more precisely her penis – as the Prince Albert that she had

installed for convenience in fastening it or leading it on a leash made clear.

This had been the third time in a month the minion had such a dream.  In the past he

had been able to remain perfectly still and clinch his teeth and stare down any further

progression, but this time was different. This time the veins in his cock were like steel

rods under tension. They were vibrating and about to snap under the stress. On hands

and knees, he moved slowly, carefully to the edge of Mademoiselle’s bed and took the

corner of the tapestry between his lips and pulled it back so that he could get to his

lovely Owner’s foot. He had to wake her before he had an accident. This was not helping

but he was not allowed to speak and the only way he had to wake her. He licked the

side of her foot and then bit down on his lip hard so that the taste of her foot did not

cause him to explode.. There was no movement so he licked again and her foot moved

off the bed into his mouth. He sucked on her toes until her eyes slowly opened. She

could see the desperation in his eyes.. “Is it time”, she asked?  The minion looked

deep into her eyes. It felt she was looking back into it’s very soul. It was very afraid

but it was in heat. It’s mind had melted with all that testosterone running through its’

veins and it at this moment it had been reduced to an animal whose instincts were

now about to drive it over the cliff. It looked into Mademoiselles eyes once more,

swallowed and then nodded affirmatively.

The Dark Queen took in a deep breath of air and rolled over and put her arm around

the dark night.. She let her hand run up and down his chest and then reached around

and squeezed him tight. Sensing he was wakening she pulled herself closer. Her nipples

were hard as stone and pressed into his back. Her lips drew near his ears and before

she spoke, she slipped her tongue into his ear. The Dark Knight shuttered as his ear

tickled. The Dark Queen whispered softly, “I need you to do something for me”.  The

Dark Knight reluctantly opened his eyes and held out his hand and waited. The Dark

Queen rolled over again and reaching to the dresser besides the bed. Her fingers

wrapped tightly around it’s hard leather handle and she smiled to herself as she took

the crop and handed it to the Dark Lord and kissed him on the cheek… “make me cum”

she whispered before releasing it from her clutch. The Dark Knight laughed, “i know

just what to do”.

This had been the moment the Dark Queen had been waiting for. Her minion had not

known pleasure from the moment she took possession of it. She had teased and tormented

it for just under a year but she had never allowed it more than hint of sexual pleasure.

The poor thing could not even touch itself without permission and she’d never give that.

She looked over at the minion on its’ hands and knees. It was trembling violently now.

She could see its’ fear but also its desperation and need. She had done this. This

was her handiwork. She reached down between her legs and felt her warmth. She

was getting incredibly aroused. Her minion had been violently heterosexual, almost

homophobic. Her breast swelled at the thought of her next words. In a soft sensual

whisper, she commanded the minion,”Beg me. Beg me to ask the Dark Knight to

take your virgin ass and beat your balls, beg me….”. Her fingers were wet from

stroking herself between her legs. She tasted them and closed her eyes. This is

good, very good she thought. This would be the starting point from which she

would blur the line between pain and pleasure in her minions mind. She had trained

it to believe its humiliation pleased her and had taken away its identity and everything

it owned or had ever been so that its could focus  on it’s only purpose, to please her.

Now she would teach it to think of pain and pleasure as one… as long as the source

of its pain was her pleasure. Her mind started to drift… she looked over at the minion

who was about to speak.. She put her finger to her lips and whispered, “No, not yet”.

She wanted to savor the moment and enjoy how aroused she was feeling. Her mind

drifted back in time to the day her minion had become hers…

Evening was coming as she sat putting on her makeup and lipstick. She was getting

ready for night out of crab dinner and dancing with the Dark Lord. She smacked

her lips and dropped the lipstick into the small red box before putting it on the dresser.

There was a knock at the door… “Come in, I’ve been expecting you”, she said. The

door opened and the minion shuffled in on hands and knees. It presented an envelope

to her in its outstretched hand. “As You wished, Mademoiselle”. Mademoiselle turned

in her chair and crossed her legs. The shortness of her elegant silk dress revealed

her beautiful thighs and her bright red shoe dangled alluringly from her foot. “This

is everything?”, she asked. Inside the envelope was a tax receipt, a cashiers check

and a signature card and bank book. She opened the bank book and saw her name

beside his. She signed the signature card and gave it back to him. He would need

to turn it into the bank before she cashed out his account and moved the money

into hers. The money would be used to feed the minion and in the event it needed

medical attention. The cashiers check was from the proceeds of selling off the

minions larger assets and the receipt came from the woman’s shelter for the donation

of the rest; furniture, clothes and the last of its’ household items the minion had

dropped off. She had wanted the minion to be dependent on her for everything

and for the minion to know everything it needed would come from her. “Not quite

everything, i need your clothes” and wiggled her finger. The minion nervously took

off it’s shirt and slid down it’s pants and folded them up and handed them to her

after putting his loafers on top. In the back of its’ mind the minion hoped he had

done the right thing. He was putting a great deal of trust into Mademoiselle.

Mademoiselle took the items and dropped the shoes in the waste basket. You

won’t be needing those. As for the rest… she opened the dresser drawer and took

out a pair of scissors and then handed the whole package back to her minion.

With an evil grin she spoke, “The floors need cleaning and the furniture needs

polishing. Do cut these up now into small rags for me”.

The minion knelt quietly at Mademoiselle’s feet. Snip, snip, snip. Its once shirt

was now nothing more than several small squares of rag. Snip, Snip, Snip and

with the last snip of the pants everything the minion had ever owned was now gone.

“One last thing”, Mademoiselle handed the minion a stack of papers and a pen.

They were blank except on the bottom where there was a place for a set of signatures

and initials. “yes, It’s an indenture contract, more like a slave contract, or at least it

will be. My minion official will put its seal on them tonight on the way to restaurant”.

Mademoiselle opened her eyes and instantly laughed at the sight of the poor minion.

Smiling, Mademoiselle whispers, “Now you may beg…”

 

by unworthy minion

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