A short story by Alex Jordaine. Alex Jordaine is the UK’s leading Femdom writer and author of the highly acclaimed ‘Mistress’ series of novels. He is regarded as one of the foremost writers of the genre (Romance Reviews Today says Alex Jordaine’s work “gets a Multiple O’s rating. A real BDSM lover’s dream”). Alex was a regular contributor to Europe’s leading fetish magazine, Secret, and his work has also been anthologised in several collections of gay, lesbian, spanking and general themed erotica. He will now be a regular contributor for the Filth blog.

Kate and Jay were a kinky young couple, heavily into BDSM and female domination. If their lifestyle was out of the ordinary to say the least, their modern red-brick box of a house was anything but. They decided to buy a place with a bit more character but found this easier said than done. All the houses they looked at were wrong in one way or another: too small, too big, too expensive, or too threadbare. The couple were on the point of giving up the hunt when their luck suddenly turned. They came across a property that was a real find and snapped it up.
The house, which originally dated back to the nineteenth century, stood in a tree-shaded street in one of the more cosmopolitan parts of town. It was set back behind cast-iron railings and its solid front door was approached by wide stone steps. The house was self-contained and spacious, with tall, arched windows. Inside there were high ceilings and good sized well proportioned rooms. Oh, and it had a large basement. Now, what on earth could a pervy pair like them possibly do with that?
Kate and Jay had played many times in the dungeon of Kate’s best friend, Chloe, a highly experienced dominatrix. They were invariably joined there by Chloe’s house-slave, Mark, and often by another slightly older but equally attractive Femdom couple, Carol and Paul, who had become close friends of theirs as well.
Chloe, a raven-haired beauty – as indeed was Kate herself – had hosted some fantastically raunchy play parties in her dungeon that the friends had all attended. Kate and Jay found it wonderful to think they’d soon be able to reciprocate. But, first things first: they had to create their own dungeon, which would be no mean feat if they were to make a good job of it. And Kate, ever the perfectionist, was determined to make an excellent job of it.
Jay was at the time off-the-chart busy at work. Kate therefore decided it would be best to leave him out of this particular equation and made the creation of a dungeon her own personal project. She had the basement fitted out with all they would need for their S&M games. For this she employed the same specialist firm that had helped create Chloe and Mark’s dungeon.
The work Kate had carried out included the fitting of subdued lighting that focussed on various pieces of dungeon equipment, which included a horse, a horizontal torture chair, a whipping bench and a St. Andrew’s cross. She had an open cabinet of dark wood fitted that was panelled up to the ceiling and extended the length of one of the walls. Upon the polished wood she hung her large collection of disciplinary instruments and other items. They ranged from simple straps to tawses, crops, whips, paddles, canes, gags, chains, handcuffs, nipple clamps, hoods, gags, and strap-ons.
Once completed to Kate’s exacting standards, the whole play space screamed out sadomasochistic sex. It was time for her and Jay to give their brand new dungeon a proper christening.
Joining Kate and Jay for this eagerly awaited event were Chloe and Mark, and Carol and Paul. The three male slaves were kneeling in a row against one of the dungeon walls. Jay and Paul were either side of Mark and were entirely naked. Mark was nude as well apart from a black rubber latex hood that covered him completely from the neck upwards with the exception of eye, nostril and mouth holes. The men all sported impressive erections in anticipation of what was in store for them – whatever that might prove to be.
Their respective Mistresses stood together nearby. Carol, her short ash-blonde hair brushed back from a face that was agelessly beautiful, was naked but for the glossy outfit of dark red latex she had on. This consisted of knee-length boots with pointed toes and sharp stiletto heels, and a clinging corset that tightly cinched her waist and pushed up her ample breasts, leaving her stiff nipples exposed. Her sex and backside were completely exposed too, the swell of her behind and the smoothness of her sex free.
Chloe had gone for the opposite effect to the flesh-revealing one for which Carol had opted. She wore a black leather catsuit, the shiny material covering her body like a second skin. It fitted incredibly snugly over her well-shaped form, accentuating every curve and swell of her figure, from the contours of her magnificent breasts and erect nipples to the slit of her pussy. They were all delineated and defined by the gleaming black leather. The erotic effect was heightened further by the long shiny black boots she had on, which were finished with metal-tipped heels.
Kate looked amazingly seductive too, her rounded curves enhanced by a black latex minidress that was as tight as a sheath. Her beautiful, voluptuous breasts protruded through two holes designed into the front of the clinging material, their hard rosy nipples centred in firm white flesh. The dress was also remarkably short, passing her naked sex by barely an inch. It showed off to stunning effect the paleness of her thighs and the perfection of her long smooth legs, as did the shiny stiletto-heeled shoes she had on.
Kate was holding two objects, one in each hand. In her left she held a leather flogger that was the same dark shade of red as Carol’s minimal latex outfit, and in her right, of all things, a cheap plastic battery-operated clock. It was black in colour and carried out its function of ticking the present into the past with noisy insistence. Kate placed this last eccentric item on top of the whipping bench with exaggerated ceremony, as if it were the crown jewels themselves she was handling.
“What have we here?” Chloe asked, her emerald-green eyes narrowing with amusement.
“I’ve had an idea for a game we can play to christen this new dungeon,” Kate said. “I’ve called it ‘Last slave standing’”.
Carol chipped in. “Tell us more,” she said, running a hand through her short blonde hair.
“The idea is that we three dommes all swap subs and then, each in turn, do our damndest to make our assigned slave climax, using a devilish mixture of pain and pleasure,” Kate replied. “The slaves must do their best to resist and the one who manages to retain his erection the longest, as timed on this clock here, will be the winner. What do you think?”
“I like it,” Carol said.
“Me too,” Chloe added, a crooked gleam in her eye. “I couldn’t have dreamed up anything more diabolical myself if I’d tried. Are there any particular ground rules?”
“No gags or blindfolds allowed,” Kate replied. “And we all start our turn in the same place – with our slave’s up-stretched arms attached by the wrists to the cuffs at the end of those two ceiling chains.” She pointed to the centre of the dungeon where two adjacent chains with leather cuff attachments were hanging, approximately two feet apart. “Also, the only disciplinary implement we can use is this one.” She held up the dark-red leather whip. “Beyond that, anything goes. We’ll determine who gets which slave and so on with a quick game of dice.”
The first roll of the dice gave Chloe her choice of slave. She chose Jay, leaving Carol with Mark, and Kate with Paul. Another roll of the dice made Kate the clock watcher except when it was her turn to torment Paul, and a final couple of shakes of the dice determined that Carol and Mark would go first, then Kate and Paul, and last but not least, Chloe and Jay.
Only at this point did it occur to Kate – too late to do anything about it – that she might unwittingly have set Jay up to fail in this game she’d devised, and she regretted that. It was true that she and he had been on the local fetish scene for about four years by then and were thus by no means novices. The other two couples, however, had been on that scene well before they’d arrived and were arguably its most experienced players. Added to that, both couples were in twenty-four-seven Femdom relationships whereas Kate and Jay were “part-timers”.
There were other problems for Jay, too: That final roll of the dice had determined that he’d be the last of the slaves to be tormented, which psychologically was the worst place to be in this particular game because he would know what time he had to exceed in order to win. Also, Chloe was notoriously relentless when tormenting a sub and Jay was the least experienced of the three slaves. Things didn’t look good for him, Kate thought. He was between a rock and a hard place, you might say. But, hell, it was only a game at the end of the day, wasn’t it.
Anyway, while it was certainly the case that Jay was deeply masochistic and submissive, this didn’t make him a weakling – far from it. There was a strain of dogged determination in his character that Kate had always found admirable and which had already paid major dividends in his career. She thought it could perhaps work to his advantage on this occasion too. So, on reflection, she told herself, there was still everything to play for, as far as Jay was concerned, in this sadistic game of her own devising.
Kate watched Carol stride with measured steps over to Mark and take the naked black-rubber-hooded slave to the centre of the dungeon. She was struck anew by Carol’s great beauty, her lovely pale face luminous in the half light of the dungeon. She was similarly struck by what a fantastic body she had, with her full, firm breasts tipped with dark nipples that seemed always to be aroused, her shapely thighs and her prominent, hairless mound. Kate had developed a real liking for giving and receiving cunnilingus ever since Chloe and she had started having regular sex together. And she’d become especially partial to Carol’s delicious pussy too once she and Paul had begun joining them regularly in Chloe’s dungeon for their outrageously full-on S&M sex sessions.
Carol greatly respected Carol as a dominatrix, too, because of her exceptionally practiced skills. There was also a real aura she carried with her, a sadistic sensuality, which she communicated with her big piercing blue eyes that managed to be both sultry and cruel. She was a force to be reckoned with; there was no doubt about that.
Mark put his arms above his head and Carol attached his wrists to the cuffs on the ends of the two ceiling chains. She stood to his front and masturbated him for a while, her fingers expertly playing the length of his pulsing shaft, before suddenly moving her hands to his chest. She squeezed both of his nipples at the same time, tightening fingers and thumbs over them so hard it made him cry out through the mouth hole of his rubber hood as the sharp stabs of pain shot through him.
Carol then walked round to position herself behind Mark, her unbound breasts jiggling above her tight latex corset and her shapely thighs rubbing together as she moved. She told him to bend forward as far as the chains would allow.
“Time for a spanking,” she said gleefully before raising her hand and bringing it down with a hard slap on his taut, curved backside. She raised it again and brought it down a second time as swiftly and as hard as the first stroke and then kept on spanking him. Each of Carol’s smacks landed like an explosion and smarted vividly. They steadily accumulated, becoming an angry red heat that suffused Mark’s backside.
Next Carol switched to the dark-red flogger, which she used remorselessly on his already punished rear. The whip hissed like an angry snake when she swung it through the air before landing on its target with a sharp crack that resounded around the dimly-lit dungeon. The rubber-hooded slave felt the harsh sting of the flogger time and time again as Carol swung it through the air faster and faster. Tremors of pleasure-pain began to run through him, his backside now crimson from its punishment. By the time Carol stopped, he was trembling with searing pain that also felt to him like the most exquisite pleasure.
Carol detached Mark from the ceiling chains and told him to get onto his hands and knees. His erection hung stiffly between his thighs as he got onto all fours. He was breathing fast and trembling noticeably. “Lick the stiletto-heeled boot I am pointing at, slave,” Carol said briskly, gesturing with an elegant hand towards her right foot. “Worship it with your mouth.”
Mark obeyed without hesitation, bending his head forward and pressing his lips through the mouth hole of his shiny black hood and against the pointed toe of the red boot. He then slid his eager tongue over the length of the boot, his lips caressing the smoothness of it.
“Lie on your back,” Carol ordered next, her blue eyes glittering like cut glass. “Suck the heels of my boots.”
Again, Mark obeyed instantly, his now hugely engorged shaft rearing obscenely in the air. Mark sucked first one and then the other of the long shiny red daggers that were Carol’s stiletto heels as she presented them to him in turn. He was utterly absorbed in this ritual, concentrating intently on worshipping her high heels.
Mark’s climax came all of sudden, taking him unawares, as Carol quickly moved her boot away from his face to his crotch and dug its heel against his erection. The sharp pain combined straight away with the delirious pleasure of orgasm. Mark called out, a wordless explosion of anguish and desire, as he spurted his climax across her heel. She brought the heel back to his lips. There was no need to wait for her command – the rubber-hooded slave took the hard point of her heel in his mouth, sucking off his cum and swallowing it down as his erection began to subside.
“Thirty minutes, give or take a second or two,” Kate announced and asked Chloe if she would monitor the clock. She added with undisguised relish, “It’s my turn now and I can hardly wait.”
Kate’s sleek, exquisitely shaped body – enhanced as it was by that stunningly erotic black latex outfit she was nearly wearing – moved with feline grace as she led Paul on his hands and knees to the centre of the dungeon.
Kate really liked Paul. She thought he was as beautiful in his own way as his Mistress, Carol. He turned her on as much as she did as well and she loved butt-fucking him with one or other of her strap-ons during their dungeon games or having him lick her pussy, something at which he was particularly skilled.
Paul’s body was trim, his physique smooth, and there was a sparkle in his dark eyes that was very sexy. He had a lovely boyish grin, too, one that belied his years – not that she intended to give him anything to smile about on this occasion.
Kate secured Paul’s wrists to the ceiling chains above his head. She took hold of the dark-red flogger and whipped his chest first, each blow stinging and sharp. It made him squirm and cringe in his bonds. She whipped his backside after that. Every skilfully aimed lash struck his rear in a regular rhythm and the pain bit deep. She showered him with blows until his backside was covered in vivid welts and the pain – and pleasure – he felt had become intense.
Kate detached Paul from the ceiling chains and told him to get onto his knees. “Lick me to orgasm while pulling on your cock,” she told him.
At the same time that Paul grasped his erection and began masturbating he buried his face in Kate’s sex, which was wet with passion. Paul snaked out his tongue and began moving it around her clitoris, licking it and licking it, while continuing to pull on the hardness of his shaft in smooth regular movements.
Kate opened her quivering thighs to let his sinuous tongue enter her sex more fully. Paul sucked Kate’s juices, plunging his tongue into her pussy as far as it would go, setting the fire raging in her, as he continued to pull rhythmically at his shaft. She let out a low moan of release as he brought her cresting to a shuddering climax.
Kate allowed herself the briefest of moments to compose herself – time was of the essence in this game, after all – before leading Paul over to the horizontal torture chair and telling him to get onto it, flat on his back. She swiftly buckled his wrists behind his head, his knees right up and his legs wide apart. His throbbing shaft and the puckered opening of his anus both looked extremely appealing to her. Hitching her already incredibly short latex dress up slightly, Kate harnessed on a strap-on dildo and coated it liberally with lubricant. She eased it into Paul’s anus skilfully, going deep into his rear. He let out a groan of anguished delight and his cock spurted out a throb of pre-cum as his sphincter tightened and relaxed around the large intruder. Kate began to fuck him hard, grinding her hips over and over, plunging into the depths of his anal hole.
Kate’s rhythm was fast and strong, each thrust going deeper into Paul’s anus, filling him, penetrating him, exciting him beyond belief. As she built up even greater momentum, really pounding into him, she also started pulling his cock hard, her fist working up and down on it rapidly.
Paul’s body was shaking in its bondage as though electric shocks were coursing through his veins, and he was panting uncontrollably with desire. His wrists and ankles strained against the leather straps that held them tightly in place, his body bucking desperately as his pleasure mounted perilously close to the point of no return. Eventually he could take no more and, letting out an animal-like moan, he ejaculated voluminously. The cum leapt out of his aching cock in spurts, warm and silky, spilling in pools across his stomach.
“Well done Paul – Thirty-three minutes,” Chloe proclaimed as she watched Kate release him from the torture chair. The black-leather-catsuited dominatrix was more than a little impatient to get started by this stage and added, a flash of fire in her eyes, “At long last it’s my turn to do some serious damage.”
“And it’s back to clock watching duties for me,” said Kate, moving back to her former position as she unbuckled her well used strap-on. So, she thought, Jay would have to keep going for more than thirty three minutes to win this game. That was a very tall order – a very tall order indeed.
Chloe grasped a handful of Jay’s hair and pulled him up off his knees. Still pulling him by the hair, she strode purposefully across the dungeon, her long metal-tipped boots clicking noisily on the hard floor. She looked like a woman who definitely meant business.
The dominatrix attached Jay’s wrists to the ceiling chain cuffs in double-quick time and immediately launched in, setting-to with the flogger like a demon. She whipped his chest, back and rear in an onslaught of fury that was unrelentingly cruel and seemed to him to go on for ever. On and relentlessly on Chloe flogged him, each lashing blow more agonizing than the last, until his body was thoroughly striped with the marks of the whip and he was enveloped in pain.
His shiny-wet cock was ragingly erect, though, and Chloe began to masturbate him. She worked her hand up and down his shaft that became increasingly smeared with pre-cum until her fingers were covered with copious amounts of the fluid. Jay could feel lust swilling right up to bursting point and knew that, despite his best efforts, he was on the verge of climaxing. Then, thank God, Chloe stopped masturbating him.
“Lick my fingers clean,” she demanded. Jay opened his mouth and closed his lips around Chloe’s fingers, sucking feverishly while desperately willing his impending orgasm to subside.
He then did something he instantly regretted: He looked over at the clock. He could hardly believe his eyes. Only twenty minutes had elapsed since the start of his torment at the hands of the remorseless Chloe. He could have sworn it had been longer than that – at least half an hour, surely. Christ, it had felt like an eternity. Jay didn’t look again, but from that point on he couldn’t get the clock’s insistent ticking out of his head. The clock ticked with excruciating slowness and seemed to him to become ever more audible.
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
That noise was like water torture to Jay. It was a constant reminder of how much longer he’d have to hold out if he had any hope at all of winning this game. And he very much wanted to win. It would make Kate really proud of him, he felt sure of that, and would be the perfect way to christen the dungeon she’d worked so hard to create. It would be his special way of saying thank you to her for all her efforts in creating such a superb play space for them. But who was he trying to kid? He’d almost ejaculated a moment ago. Time was most definitely not on his side. He was between a rock and a hard place. Correction, he was between a clock and a hard place
Tick tock
Tick tock
Hard cock
Hard cock
Chloe began to whip his painfully erect cock. Each blow to his aching shaft brought a white flash of pain that made him flinch convulsively.
Tick tock
Tick tock
Whip cock
Whip cock
Chloe detached Jay from the ceiling chains and led him roughly over to the horizontal torture chair where she told him to lie on his back. Her fingers working very quickly indeed, she strapped his wrists behind his head and his legs wide apart.
Jay’s whole body now ached with pain yet was suffused as well with intense erotic pleasure as this highly experienced, deeply sadistic dominatrix continued to do her very worst. She masturbated him again, her fingers pulling on the length of his stiffness as it throbbed and flexed in her hand. She smeared her fingers with the tears that cried from its tip as she pulled it ever harder.
Tick tock
Tick tock
Pull cock
Pull cock.
Next Chloe leaned forward so she could suck Jay’s cock. The dominatrix rounded her lips and closed them around his hardness, taking it into her mouth, pressing against its mushroom head with her tongue. She pushed herself further forward so she could pull more of his length into her mouth. The up-and-down movement of her head went ever faster as she sucked his cock harder and harder.
Tick tock
Tick tock
Suck cock
Suck cock
While continuing to suck violently on Jay’s erection, Chloe squeeze his nipples savagely hard. They throbbed painfully, sending spasms of sensation to his shaft. He felt great pain; he felt great pleasure. The clock was ticking; her mouth was sucking.
Tick tock
Tick tock
Suck cock
Suck cock.
Jay’s body writhed with agony and sensation, ached with pain and lust. If he could just hold out, he told himself desperately, if he could just hold out, if he could … but he couldn’t anymore, finally reaching the absolute end of his tether. Jay climaxed convulsively, pumping out great surging waves of cum deep into Chloe’s throat, the sound of that accursed clock even then still ticking in his head.
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock.
But had he made it? He looked inquiringly over at Kate. She looked at the clock and back at Jay, flashing him the most brilliant of smiles. “Thirty five minutes,” she said. He’d made it all right – just. He was the winner, the “Last slave standing”.
A long moment passed. Then…“I wonder if I could ask you to do me a real favour, Mistress,” Jay said, his voice panting, his breathing still very laboured.
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
“Anything you like, champ,” Kate beamed.
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
“Could you please, please, pleeease take the battery out of that fucking clock!”
Tick tock
Tick tock
Kill clock
Kill clock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Ki …

– END –

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