My Ideal Person:
Men who enjoy this kind of play, along with many other enjoyable scenarios in cyber.

This morning, upon entering one of my slaves' quarters, I find him lying back on his bunk pleasuring himself. I find he has one hand around his penis, and the other reaching further down caressing his testicles.

Knowing that this is strictly forbidden by his Mistress he quickly removes both of his hands and looks at me with terror in his eyes.

"Shame on you," I exclaim as I walk into his stable and look down upon him. He, of course, looks at me with shear terror in his eyes knowing what lies ahead for him this day and who knows how many more days to come.

I grab him by the arm and yank him very roughly up from his cot. With my crop in hand, I whip him without mercy until he finally moves out of his stable and into the main room.

My other slaves are all looking through the openings of their stalls...All watching as I whip him to my leather horse.

Because none of my slaves are permitted clothing of any kind, it does not take me long to get him knelt down into the horse.

I hear him begin to sob as I lower the stocks around his head and his wrists. I see him looking up at me with terror in his eyes and I hear him already begin to beg for my mercy.

Of course, I laugh right in his face as I lower myself down to his red blushing face cheeks. I take his face in both of my hands and I gently wipe a tear that has begun to fall upon his cheek. Looking into his eyes, I must admit that I do feel very sorry for the lad. I know he was only doing what comes natural to every young lad his age. However, I also know the importance of discipline, and I know he will be a much better slave because of what I am going to put him through this day.

Leaning forward, I gently kiss his cheek and hold him close to myself. I also, however, whisper into his ear before I rise up, "You know what has to happen now, don't you?"

I feel his whole body shiver as I rise and release his face from my hands. I stand there for a minute running my long fingernails through his black curly hair with the open bottom of my corset pressing so gently into his face. I know he can smell my essence as I feel him shiver once again. Then I hear him softly whisper into my waxed bare mound, "yes Your Majesty, I know what has to happen."

Gliding my long nails through his hair once more, I release his head and pick up my crop and walk slowwwwwly to the back of the horse.

Reaching down I take one of his ankles and place it into the ankle cuff and lock it. I do the same with the other ankle, and lock it into place as well. I stand back a while and enjoy my nice open view of his hanging penis and testicles. I smirk at the swollen testicles dangling there before my eyes, yet I notice the shock of what is about to happen to him has his penis a bit shriveled.

Walking to my cabinet of implements I take out a "Gates from Hell" and I know he can hear the clickity click of my nice black heels as they dance across the floor. I look back and notice he is straining his head attempting to see just what I am getting, and I smile to myself as I know I have my cabinet in a nice place just out of his view.

I walk over to him and bring the device to his face. I smile as I see the terror in his eyes as he looks at it. I am thinking to myself what a wonderful investment this device has been for me. It is most efficient in teaching male slaves who break my rules. I have had this "Gates from Hell" specially designed just for me. Oh, it has the five rings of steel and the leather strap to wrap around the testicles, yes that it does. However, this little device also has sharp little pins of steel running through the inside of the steel rings. As his penis grows through my punishments, the rings will not be the only things to cause this slave torment. The sharp little steel pins will cause him great discomfort.

I smile as I look down into his big terror filled eyes. My ears delight as I hear him begin to cry and beg me not to use this upon him. Without even giving him a second thought, I turn and walk to his backside.

Kneeling down behind him, I take his very shriveled penis into my soft gentle hand, and ring by ring I place it into the device.

Taking the leather strap, I wrap it around his testicles very tightly and snap it into place. I smile to myself as I notice the sac so stretched.

Rising, I stand back once again and admire my view. I look over at my other slaves as they have huge bulging eyes looking back at me. Each one has gone through this, and each one knows the terror that runs through this Queen's heart as he stares back at me.

Just for an effect, I reach out with my long nails and gently run them up his open thighs. I hear him suck in his breath as he feels me beginning to touch him.

I run them up a bit further, up and across his open cheeks. I especially concentrate them on his open furrow gently gliding them up and down that open furrow of his. I look down and I notice his legs trembling in the horse, and I smile to myself.

Picking up my crop, I slowwwly begin gliding the tip of my crop up and down his open thighs. I see the goose bumps rises upon his flesh as he feels the leather touching his skin.

Moving up a bit higher, I continue to run the tip of my crop across his naked flesh. Gliding the tip occasionally down and up his nice open furrow.

Bringing my wrist back, "swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat",,,I lay on a series of light stingy swats to his right cheek.

Laying the crop on the left check I bring my wrist back and "swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat",,,I lay on another series to that pale cheek.

Gliding my corp down lower to his open thigh, I move a bit to the side and "swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat",,I lay on a series of swats to the inside of his right open thigh.

I smile to myself as I hear him sucking in his breath trying to be strong through this knowing that the red marks I am seeing on his naked flesh is certainly getting his attention.

I move to the left side and lay the tip of my crop on that open thigh and "swat,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat",,,I lay a series of light stingy swats to that one.

Bringing the tip of my crop to the upper part of his furrow, I slowwwwwly trail the tip down that very sensitive area. I hear him beginning to beg now and I smile to myself once again remembering that he never did handle this part very well.

Laying the tip of the crop on the left side of his open furrow, I bring my wrist back and "swat,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat",,,I lay on a very thorough series of swats to that side.

Moving the tip of my crop to the right side, I bring my wrist back and "swat,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat"; I lay on another series to match the other side.

Laying the tip of my crop right on his lovely tight rim, I begin to hear him sob in earnest now. I hear him begging me for mercy, begging me not to strike him there, promising I will never catch him pleasuring himself without permission again.

Smiling to myself I bring the crop back and "swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat,,,swat",,,I lay on a very thorough series of light stingy swats to his nice tight rim.

Hearing his screams at this point is only music to my ears as I lay my crop down and reach out with my long nails and glide them across his dangling stretched testicles before my eyes.

I look ahead and see him moving his head from side to side knowing I am not even through with him, and knowing that he is trying with all his might to block me out of his mind. I smirk to myself knowing that will be impossible for him with what I am about to do to him.

Kneeling down behind him, I allow my long nails to just graze the top of his skin as I move them up his open thighs. I look at all the light red marks I have left on his flesh before me, and once again I smile to myself.

Extending my tongue, I move my face just an inch from his open thighs and I slllllowwwwly and gently begin to lick each and every one of his red marks.

I hear him sobbing harder now as I trail my tongue up both of his open thighs and move further up to his marked cheeks.

Very gently and softly, I lick each mark over and over again moving from one cheek to the other. I pause at the reddest marks and linger there with my soft warm tongue as I lick and lick and lick them again.

I hear him cry over and over again, "no,,,no,,oh please no," and I know the pins in the gates along with my tongue is getting my point across to this dear slave.

Placing a soft hand on each cheek, I part them further and look at the red marks left on the inside of those cheeks. Extending my tongue once again I begin long strokes of licking each and every mark with my velvet wicked tongue.

Each stroke of my tongue I glide closer and closer to the tight rim. I hear him scream as I begin to gently lick the outside of that tight rim flicking my tongue across each and every mark I left there. Suddenly I feel even more wicked and I slowwwwly begin pushing my tongue further and further into his tightness.

By the sound of his screams, as I continue pressing my tongue deeper and deeper, I know his penis is growing right into the sharp steel pins and I think to myself, "I bet you will think long and hard before you break another rule of mine."

Removing my tongue, I sit back and listen to him sobbing. I looked at his very full and stretched sac and I make the comment, "Oh that is right, you like your testicles played with while you pleasure yourself." "Am I not correct in this?"

He, of course, begins begging and begging for this to be over. Promising it will never happen again. Promising he will be sooo good if I let him go now.

I just smirk to myself once again and extend my velvety soft tongue and gently begin to flick it across his dangling sac. As I hear his screams and sobs, I smile as I look at the penis now pushing every inch of its flesh into the steel pins.

I lick and I lick those stretched testicles not even listening to his promises and his begging. His screams and tears are only music to my ears as I continue to lick each and every inch of that bulging sac.

I look over and notice some of my other slaves are watching while covering their ears to drown out his cries for mercy. Some of them have covered their eyes, and yet some of them are watching with grins on their faces.

Parting my lips and opening my mouth wider in one quick gulp, I enclose my entire mouth around his testicles. I hear him scream much louder now as I begin to gently suckle the entire sac. I tug and I pull on the delicate sac as I continue to punish this slave for his crime.

Gliding my soft tongue across the bottom of the sac, as I continue to suckle it, I pull just a bit harder,,,and I tuggggg just a bit harder.

Looking before me, I see his penis pushing out and around the sharp steel pins, and I know I have gotten this one's attention.

Slowly and gently, I part my lips and release his sac from my warm wet mouth. I sit back and look at the punished penis for a bit. I continue to listen to his pleading, his begging. He is bawling like a small child now. I know as I sit back and listen that I have broken this one this time.

A Queen with mercy in her heart would give in at this point and feel she has taught this one a very valuable lesson. I am not a Queen of mercy however, and I rise to begin to finish his punishment.

Once again he hears the clickity click of my heels as they dance across the room to my cabinet, and I once again notice him straining his neck to see what it is that I am going for this time.

I look over to his eyes and I see nothing but sheer terror in them now. I know I have taken him to a place he will never forget. I know that after today, just the sight of my special "Gates from Hell" will have him obeying my every command.

I see his tear drenched face and his heavy breathing as I pick up my anal probe and tube of lubricant. I place my black latex gloves on as I walk back to him. I hold the probe before his eyes.

I smile as I hear him beginning to beg once again for me to please not use that on him. He knows what this will do to him. He knows that I will enter his deepest depths with this device, and that I will milk every drop of fluid from his sac. The look of terror in his eyes brings a smile to my face as I know he is wondering if I will milk him with the gates still on, or be merciful and remove them before I milk him.

Walking back behind him I open the tube of lubricant and place a large amount on my fingers. Reaching to his tight rim, I begin to gently move just one finger into his tightness. I hear him begin screaming again as he thinks I am going to leave the gates on while I do this. I smile as I continue pushing my finger further and further into his depths. Reaching just a bit further, I locate the sacred gland that will totally drain this slave of everything he has got.

Removing my finger, I bring the probe with the small bulb on its end to his tight opening. I hear him cry much harder as he feels the bulb penetrating him. Further and further I push the probe until I bring it right to the spot I was looking for. I gently, ever so gently, begin to rock the bulb back and forth, back and forth across the sacred gland.

I watch his sac fill even further as I continue to massage the gland back and forth, back and forth, with the tip of my probe.

Reaching down with one hand, while keeping the probe in place with my other hand, I gently unsnap the leather strap that is holding his trapped testicles. I hear a different kind of cry from him, but know it is not one of pleasure as I slowwwwwwly ring by ring release his trapped penis.

Knowing that his penis is so sore from its horrible punishment, I know this climax will not be one of pleasure for him as I continue to massage the sacred gland by rubbing my probe back and forth across it deep in his depths.

I hear him moannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn and cry out as I watch the fluid beginning to drain from his sac into his penis. I smile as I watch the fluid drain out of him gush upon gush.

I press the probe down a bit harder draining his gland and take his sac into one of my soft hands and gently squeeze it as I finish removing every drop of fluid from him.

Seeing that I truly have drained this slave of every drop of his life force, I slowwwwly and gently remove the probe.

Picking up a salve to treat the sores on his penis that my "gates" have created, I treat his wounds.

Reaching over to a table, I pick up a male chastity device and place his testicles through the tight ring; I bring the tube to his penis and slip it into the device as I pick up the lock and bring it to him. Locking the device, I stand back once again and take a long look at my nice open view and smile to myself.

"One solid month," I think to myself as I look at my slave. "One solid month he shall wear this device both day and night."

"He will be sleeping each night now on my floor rack. I will tie his legs off nice and wide, face up, of course. I will tie his arms out far to each of his sides."

"There will be no more pleasuring himself without my permission," I think to myself as I stand back contemplating this month of torture I have in a store for this slave.

"Every day will be placed back in my horse and fastened down very tightly," I think to myself. "Many times during the day I will be walking up behind him with those nice open thighs, reaching out with my long fingernails teasing those lovely testicles of his."

"He will never break my rules again," I think to myself as I stand back and smile as I look around the room at my other male slaves all waiting for my wonderful attention.