Will Henry - The Passionate Prisoners

Alone in his room after a spanking, he invariably found relief by masturbating.

From his early teens, Arthur strongly preferred robust, buxom young women who resembled his aunt. It was not until he was into his twenties and away from his aunt's domination, however, that Arthur realized that he was hooked on the type of bizarre mistreatment she had administered.

Tormented by a strongly compulsive urge to be dominated and humiliated by a woman, be began searching for dominant women who would compel him to act out his fantasies.

As a result, he found himself standing at the apartment door of Eleanor F. The two of them had met by correspondence and she had assured Arthur he would never forget one of her treatments. Although he realized the potential dangers of completely delivering himself into the hands of a total stranger, Arthur was too driven by his compulsions to avoid the temptation. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

Arthur's heart began pounding rapidly as the door swung open. Eleanor stood in the doorway, her hands on her sides, glaring malevolently at him. An attractive brunette, she was robust, buxom, and obviously quite strong-just the type of woman to whom Arthur was most attracted. She wore a sleeveless white blouse, arm-length black kid gloves, formfitting leather skirt hemmed to end about three inches above the knees and slit along each side, black nylon hose, and gleaming patent leather pumps with four-inch-high heels. "Come in if you dare!" Eleanor told him in a contemptuous voice. "But don't forget to close the door behind you!"

Although his knees felt slightly weak under him, Arthur could not resist the temptation. Stepping inside, he closed the door behind him.

Eleanor's apartment was lavishly furnished but Arthur was too overcome by her to notice the surroundings. In the presence of the striking and haughty dominatrix, he found himself quite tongue-tied and helpless, much as he had been when undergoing discipline from his aunt.

With confident strides, Eleanor walked over to an easy chair and seated herself. Crossing her legs with a rustle of nylon, she did not bother to adjust her black leather skirt that rode back to reveal black stocking tops and a glimpse of milk-white thigh. Her legs were full, almost heavy, but quite shapely and smooth, and Arthur could not refrain from gazing at them in obvious fascination.

"Now, tell me, why are you here?" Eleanor asked with an imperious smile, knowing only too well that her latest masculine victim would experience considerable embarrassment in trying to verbalize his feelings in front of her.

"Well, I… er…" Arthur found himself stammering as he tried to answer the surprising question.

"Go ahead, tell me!" Eleanor demanded, flashing him an angry glance.

"Well, I came be-because…" Arthur continued to stammer, becoming red in the face.

Eleanor was quite amused at his embarrassment, but could see that he was plainly at a loss for words and decided that there was no point pushing that type of torment too far. "You came here to be my sex slave, isn't that right?" she asked in a commanding voice.

"Y-yes!" Arthur managed, unable to meet her withering gaze.

"In that case, you can't stay dressed up like a real man!" Eleanor told him in a sarcastic voice. "Take off your clothes! All of them!"

Arthur gasped at the surprising and quite humiliating command. Quite aware that she was watching him with the utmost condescension, he began disrobing and was soon down to his shorts. Red-faced and feeling thoroughly humiliated, he managed to bring himself to remove them. He could see the look of bemused superiority on her face as he finally stood in front of her, completely nude.

"Put that on!" Eleanor demanded suddenly, tossing a pair of pink nylon panties on the floor in front of him.

With fumbling fingers, Arthur embarrassedly picked up the wispy garment.

Nearly tripping, he somewhat awkwardly stepped into the panties and pulled them up his legs. The tiny nylon garment clung to him firmly, and Arthur's cheeks burned hotly as he stood meekly in front of his bizarre tormentress attired in the shameful feminine garment. Despite his deep humiliation, he could feel his excitement rising at the prospect of being put through his paces by such an attractive dominatrix.

"You look very sweet in your panties, slave!" Eleanor told him, just to torment him. "Now, down on your knees, this instant!" Her voice was suddenly harsh and strident, and she pointed a gloved. forefinger haughtily toward the floor. Almost without thinking, Arthur collapsed to a kneeling position in front of her.

Eleanor uncrossed her legs and extended her feet together, her gleaming patent leather pumps directly in front of Arthur's face. The submissive male slave gulped hard when he noticed that both gloved forefingers were pointing insistently toward her feet! "Kiss my shoes!" Eleanor demanded in a superior voice.

Arthur swallowed and hesitated, feelings of intense humiliation mingling with excitement at the thought of performing such a submissive act.

"Go ahead, slave!" Eleanor told him. "It will teach you humility!" Her forefingers continued to point insistently toward the pointed toes of her spike pumps.

Unable to resist any longer, despite the humiliation involved, Arthur impulsively leaned forward and pressed his lips against the tip of her right shoe. Feeling his lips in contact with the icy-smooth leather and sensing the nearness of her nylon-clad feet and shapely legs, Arthur could feel the expanding tautness in the front of his panties. Allowing his lips to linger for a moment, he proceeded to kiss the other shoe in the same fashion. When he drew back afterwards, their eyes met for a brief moment, and his shamefaced look made it quite apparent to Eleanor that her latest male trainee was completely enthralled by her.

"Stay on your knees," she told him. "I'll be back in a minute." She got up and strode from the room with purposeful strides.

Finding himself alone, Arthur obediently remained on his knees. Although he couldn't help wondering what torments might be in store for him if he remained, he knew that he did not wish to escape the demanding dominatrix who obviously understood the art of tormenting the male.

Eleanor returned in a moment and Arthur gave a start when he noticed that she was carrying a tray of bondage materials.

"Please, you don't have to tie me up!" he told her.

"I'll make all the decisions!" Eleanor told him with a freezing glare.

"Now, hold out your hands!"

Feeling helpless to resist, Arthur meekly extended his hands and watched as his wrists were quickly and efficiently snapped into a pair of stainless steel handcuffs.

"See if you can get out of them!" Eleanor told him in a confident voice.

As Arthur futilely tried to remove the manacles, Eleanor proceeded to snap leather cuffs around his ankles. The two cuffs were connected by an eight-inch chain, which made it possible for him to walk only with very small steps.

"You're not going to get away now!" Eleanor told him.

Arthur realized that she was right, and began to wonder what he had let himself in for. Knowing that he would have to suffer any torment she decided to inflict, he felt a growing sense of panic mingled with a strong surge of masochistic excitement at the thought that he was now the helpless captive of that buxom and attractive dominatrix. He wanted to speak but his mouth felt parched.

Eleanor fastened a leather dog collar around his neck, deliberately making it uncomfortably tight. She clasped the leash attached to the collar in one gloved hand and looked down superiorly at him. "Now I'm going to take you into my torture chamber, slave!" she informed him, in a voice that made it all too evident that she was really relishing the idea of tormenting him. "Believe me, I wouldn't want to be in your place for anything!"