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Free sexy FemDom story: Tears for Cara

Another story by My slave denied… – Mistress Cara Sutra

Tears for Cara

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“Do you remember, in the early days, when you used to run and hide from Me? Sometimes you’d disappear for a couple of weeks. At first I thought you’d never come back. But you always did. You can never leave Me, can you puppy?”

His ankles had been secured to the legs of a horse and his waist bent over the padded top where it had been bound with his wrists locked to either side. His neck had been suspended from the ceiling, through the posture collar, to leave his torso horizontal with the floor. he craned his neck up from within the collar, as much as he could, to look at Her as he replied. “i love You, Mistress.”

“I know you do, puppy, And I love you too. And I will take care of you. I know what’s best for you. But you’re always struggling against Me, even when you want more.”

She walked behind him, gathered his vulnerable balls in Her leather gloved hand and slowly began to squeeze.

“Stop… STOP… PLEASE!!!”

She quickly let go, walked back around in front of him and squatted down in Her high heeled boots to place Herself close to him. She gently slapped him.

“Never tell Me what to do, puppy. You know that. And tell Me this – honestly – how do you feel now that My hand isn’t around your balls anymore?”

His eyes answered before the word emerged from his lips. “Empty, Mistress. I can still feel as if Your hand is there, but i want to feel to feel it in the flesh.”

She smiled with empathy on Her face. “I know.”

“Mistress, i trust You. i have always had a hard time with trust – it takes time to nurture but it’s not as fragile as it was – i’d trust You with anything now.”

Her voice was gentle. Worryingly gentle; in the way it becomes when awful news is being broken to someone with a tender disposition. “You won’t be saying that when I’m finished with you.” She leant into him and whispered, “I’m going to break you. That trust is going to be fragile again… if it’s even there at all”

He tensed when he saw the look in Her eyes; love, pain, sorrow. She continued.

“So far, you have done the things you really wanted to do… at least deep down you have really wanted to do them. And so you’ve always felt aligned, and on your path… even in control. I’m going to take that from you. you need Me to take that from you. you think you want it. But you will hate it. And hate Me for it.”

She looked almost close to tears herself. She slowly rose and moved around in front of his bent form, Her naked sex close to his mouth.

“Strain for Me, puppy.”

He tried to reach forward, pushing his tongue out as far as it would go but She was just beyond tasting distance. Securely bound as he was, he had next to no room to move and quickly slumped in defeat.

She slapped him hard on the cheek. Her voice was raised; “I didn’t tell you to stop trying, puppy-slut!”

He lifted his head again, knowing any efforts would be futile but this time She had inched forward just enough to allow the tip of tongue to graze the extremis of Her slick lips.

“You see puppy. You should never stop straining because if you do, you might miss out on a rare treat.”

She walked around behind him; beyond where he could see Her. The silence lasted beyond the point where it became unsettling but was eventually broken by a ‘whish’ that lasted a fraction of a second, just before lightning fire erupted on his exposed arse.

“YEOWWWWW!!!!”

He barely had time to recover before She connected again… and again.

“I know you said that the crop is not your thing but how many did you say you’d be able to take for Me puppy? Ten!? Count for Me puppy!”

As the next one came down, “Four!…”

“No puppy – that’s ‘One’.”

Thawck! “Five!!!”

“We still haven’t had one yet, puppy.”

The next one connected without anything being said but when the crop connected for a seventh time, he finally began, quietly and in resignation. “One…” The anger began to build in him but Her next words threw fear into that angry cocktail.

Silly puppy. Still such a slow learner. you know you’d look smarter if you did what I said the first time. Every time you try to exert control you look ridiculous.. stupid. And you still think you’re so smart. Do you think you look smart now? Because if you keep doing it then one of these days I’m going to show lots of other people just how stupid you look.” She let him stew over the prospect for a moment before She continued.

When the count reached ten, She moved back in front of him. “How was your sweet seventeen?” She laughed at him and that simply added fuel to his fire, as She knew it would.

His was face was coated in a sheen from the sweating and the forced breaths of air. With his mouth clamped shut in effort, his nose had run. He didn’t look broken and the anger flared in his eyes. “That wasn’t what we agreed!” he nearly hissed at Her through clenched teeth.

She ignored him and moved Her sex close to his mouth where it was easily in reach. His glare near spat at Her in refusal.

“Puppy, puppy! How many times do I have to say that this is no longer about you. And I always expect you to strain for Me… no matter how you feel.”

She disappeared again. He didn’t expect the crop for an eighteenth time and although his voice screamed, his mind was shocked into inertia. It was still there when the nineteenth arrived. By the twentieth, he was thrashing in his bonds with his upper body swaying wildly .

“No. No. Stop. Please…NO!!!”

“I’ve told you before that you don’t tell Me what to do, puppy. And I can’t stop. Not until you realise you are not in control. Not until I break you.”

It wasn’t long before he was sobbing and shortly after that, openly bawling. He continued to yell out, “stop” and “no”. At some point, She heard the change in those words, where they stopped being a command, and even stopped having  any meaning, and instead simply became a mantra for him to aid endurance. Even then She didn’t stop until his entire body was slumped and he seemed to have no tears left.He had finally given in.

She pulled a stool round in front of him and perched Her naked cheeks on its cold, leather-bound surface before gently picking up his head to cradle it in Her lap. The strokes of Her now naked hands on his head felt like the most soothing of balms and he began to weep again. She softly “shhhh’d’ with each stroke.

He barely stirred when he felt unknown hands move behind him and remove the jailbird chastity device from a penis that had been flaccid since the crop had first fallen. He felt himself being manipulated by these anonymous hands but he was incapable of growing in them.

His Mistress asked a question that came out of nowhere and simultaneously put the fear of god in him. “Do you know how they castrate bulls?”

He opened his eyes to see Her fingering a small black rubber ring. The person behind him was doing a thorough job of applying an antiseptic wipe to his entire sex.

“They use a heavy metal device to stretch a tight rubber ring – like this one – over the balls and then they release it to cinch the top of the scrotum. After a while, starved of blood, the balls just drop off. The bull feels no pain.

At that point, the hands behind him began to wipe his balls but rather than struggle – he had no energy left for that – he simply slumped deeper into Her lap and began sobbing again, harder and harder. She turned his head so that his nose was pressed into Her clit.

“Lick Me, puppy. It will help.”

Before the cropping, he’d have argued how it could have possibly helped but now, with nothing left but tears, he just followed Her words and snaked his tongue out to taste Her more deeply than he had done in months. The flick of his tongue fell into a rhythm with his crying and it wasn’t long before She came. At that point he did feel succour, and a closer connection to Her than ever. All the while, the person behind continued to work unfeelingly on his limp and vulnerable sex.

“This is how I want you, puppy… always. Compliant… Accepting…”

She held his chin and turned it a little to trap his gaze. “Do you still trust Me, puppy.”

His face clenched as fought back tears. He slowly shook his head.

“Ahh… but do you still love Me anyway?”

At that, he squeezed his eyes tightly shut but it was in vain because the tears poured through anyway and he nodded. She cradled his head once more in Her bare lap.

“I’m not going to castrate you, puppy. And neither is Jenna, behind you. Why would I remove such an easy way to make you feel pain. But I am going to do something that you have said that you don’t want… but which I do. you gave Me your sex to do with as I want… not as you want. Jenna, is going to help Me expose your little clitty, permanently.”

“She has marked up the point where your foreskin begins. The cream she’s placed under your little clit head will keep you clean for the next week.”

Jenna continued scientifically and slid a correctly sized plastic ring under the head of his penis and then pulled the foreskin back over the tip. The hard plastic and the groove around the circumference were visible through the thin flesh when she stretched it. She manipulated him a little until that groove was aligned with the markings she had made around the top of his shaft earlier. She pulled up a second, outer, placement ring from the base of his shaft, which she had slid over him at the commencement of proceedings. The placement ring had four prongs over which a black rubber ring had been stretched. After a little more manipulation and stretching of the foreskin, that rubber ring was carefully eased into the grooves of the plastic ring, trapping a thin layer of foreskin between it. The head of his penis was protected by the plastic ring but the inch or so of thin flesh above it was now being choked to death by the black rubber.

“After a week without blood, puppy, the skin over the top of your clit will harden and we can cut it off like a piece of old, thin, leather – you won’t feel a thing. Jenna has done this thousands of times, working to reduce the spread of HIV in Africa. But this is not about hygiene for us, it’s to give Me a highly sensitive clit to play with. You know I like them cut.” You know I like you exposed. Now your clit can be on permanent display. It won’t have any choice.” She grinned at him.

He whispered up at Her as She continued to stroke is head. “Can i see Mistress?”

She spoke softly back to him. “No puppy. You don’t need to see My clit, and what I choose to do to it. There is no need to say goodbye to your nasty foreskin either. You should have said goodbye to all parts of your sex when you gave it me. But we can’t have you putting your device back on right now either. We’ll keep you in the posture collar for as much of the week as possible and keep your wrists on a short chain through the ring in front. We’ll also have you in that wide, hard, pink leather tutu you hated so much at the last ball we went to. All of that ought to keep your prying eyes away whilst allowing the rest of us see you slowly transformed.”

As he struggled to process all of this, she continued nonchalantly. “I’ll keep your duties light for this week but you need to understand that you are not in control. Until now, you probably thought a part of you always has been.”

She looked up, pondering. “Hmmm. I wonder when I’ll let you see your new clit… IF I’ll let you see it.”

He began to sob again.

“Do you trust Me puppy?”

He slowly shook his head.

.. but do you love Me?

As the tears ran, he nodded once more. She slowly opened Her thighs for his head to fall in. She wasn’t quite close enough. Unbidden, he strained to taste Her.

– denied

1 Comment
  1. I read hundreds of these stories and I never leave comments I just talked but this story definitely struck a chord with me. it is so quicklyit is so cleverly sadistic and definitely takes home the point that a lot of guys when seeing bums still have that feeling of control because they’re basically getting what you want but the story totally just mind fuck that. forced to truly surrender. I love it I would love to be broken like that.

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