The Mugger's Surprise

Ray Jones

Was she serious? He didn't know whether to believe her or not. She'd tricked him so many times, he could not be sure she was not lying again. But what could she do that she wasn't already doing to him. Well, there was one thing she could do for his wish.

"Only... only that you tell me what you've done to me. I... I don't let any bi- any woman push me around. I don't let any body push me around... at least before. I give pain, I don't take it. But... but I can't live without you and what you do to me. I had to threaten that woman in the park just so you would do this to me again... What did you do to me?"
 
Elizabeth Boutalia

Her laugh echoed through the room. "I have done nothing more than try to turn you. I have tried to teach you that your pain is not desirable. She turned away from him, not allowing her to see her pain. "YOu are enjoying this?"
 
Ray Jones

He surrendered to what he was feeling and decided to be honest. What had he to lose now... She had to have done something to him, but if she hadn't... what did that mean?

"Yes," he said in a voice barely more than a whisper. "Yes. I am."
 
Elizabeth Boutalia

She wanted to cry, he had broken her in reality. Everything she had ever done to teach them respect, he was now enjoying it. Her hands wanted to wrap around his neck, strangling him for not doing what she wanted. For teaching her she was wrong.

Her eyes began to glow red. She jumped on top of him, her hands gripping at his neck, but not cutting off his breath. Her fingers went into his throat making crescent moons of blood.

"DO you not understand this is not a game. This it to make you straight!"
 
Ray Jones

He cringed in fear and pain as her nails dug through his flesh. She was going to kill him, he was sure, and he was terrified. But over that terror, unbidden and unwanted, was the desire. If she was going to kill him, let her do it with pain. Let her show him how much she could hurt him. His whole body thrilled beneath her powerful onslaught.

"Do you not understand this is not a game?"

Through gritted teeth he responded. "A game? Do you think I want to enjoy this? I can't help it. You did something. I can't live without this now... this pain... It's like crack or something. I need it..."
 
Elizabeth Boutalia

"Ahhh" she said, ripping her fingers from his neck. "You annoying pompous ass. How will you ever learn......." Then the though hit her. If he loves the pain, the train him as a dog would be trained. Reward instead of punish.

She grabbed his throbbing cock, her nails digging in ever so slightly. "What I want is for you to learn your ways of living is wrong. The only way I know to teach is to punish, but with you I am changing. I will only give you what you say you need, your crack if you must, for you doing as Pepper says. Do you understand??"
 
It was shameful. She was turning him into a slave for a weak woman. How could he live like that? It went against everything he was. But as her nails tightened their erotic clutch on his cock, he knew he would do anything to have her abuse him some more.

"Yes..." he said, and then added, "Mistress."
 
Elizabeth Boutalia

Her lips pressed to his as she squeezed his cock. She lifted only once to tell him to cum when he needed it, and her free hand went to his nipples once again. She pinched his nipple, her hand sqeezing and stroking his cock, her fingernails digging in even more.

Her mouth went to his lips once more, as he gasped for more air, she kissed him her fangs biting a lip. "Cum, my pet."
 
Ray Jones

And he did. The combination of her pleasure, her command and the pain she inflicted built within him until he could take no more. The shame of his surrender added further strain to his groin, making the impending orgasm almost painful to hold back. When she finally gave the command, her bloody, red lips ordering "Cum, my pet" he screamed in eruption, spraying his semen forward in a painful, ecstatic rush.

He looked into her eyes, a tear forming at the corner of his own. Somehow, he knew, he had been broken. He was no longer a man. He was a pet for this dominant, powerful vampire... and he would have to be a slave to the weak Pepper to even be afforded that privilege.
 
Elizabeth Boutalia

She left, pulling a cover over him before telling him to sleep. "Pepper will be home in a few hours to clean your wounds and do her job. Do not speak of either of us to anyone. For if you do, you will never see me again." She bit his cheek, not enough to break the skin and left the apartment.
 
Ray Jones

Ray curled into a fetal ball and found himself sobbing quietly. His hand reached for the bite-bruise on his cheek. What had happened to him? He could still not understand it. He simply had never felt so vibrant as while she was dominating him. He had never felt so alive as when she hurt him. And he was shocked as the thought occurred to him that, despite the terror, he had never felt so safe as when his life was in her hands. Then he no longer had to care what happened to him. He would live or die by another's pleasure. He no longer had to be the strong man he was. He could just give in and go with the incredible sensations she caused. What could she do to him now? Other than abandon him, nothing. Already his body felt oddly cold where her touch had been removed.
 
Pepper McDonald

Pepper came in about an hour. Work was actually fairly easy today so she decided she would do some cleaning. Picking up the stereo remote she put it on blairingly. America's greatest dance hit.

Her body moved like lightening as she stripped her clothes off ready to clean the house head to toe. What a glorious day it had been, only she was no where near sleepy yet.
 
Ray Jones

She was home. His new mistress. The one who served the woman who truly owned him now. Should he get up and go and say hello? No, he had been instructed to wait for her. She was to clean him up and would make sure he did whatever it was that she required. He lay still and waited, counting his heartbeats as the music blared below.
 
Pepper McDonald

She went about cleaning, singing to her hearts content. She found something out of place though and seemed to know Elizabeth had been there. Picking up the "Toy" she went to the "toy room" to put it away.

She didn't see him lying there at first, but when she did she screamed and tried to cover herself the best she could. "WWhat are you doing here?"
 
Ray Jones

He cast his eyes downward, avoiding staring at her body. He did not dare offend her, or the vampire would leave him. She would take away the very thing she had made him depend on. That would kill him. He spoke, hesitantly and quietly.

"H-hello, Mistress. The Mistress said I should obey you. She said you would clean my cuts and that I must obey you. I am sorry I scared you... Mistress."

The word had never been demanded of him, but if he had to play the game, he would play it.
 
Pepper McDonald

"Excuse me." She said running to her own room to put on a robe. The cold silk made her nipples hard an effect that she planned now that she knew why he was here.

Walking back to the room she made sure to grab the cleaning supplies that she would need for his wounds as well as turned the loud music off.

"I don't usually run around naked, only when I clean. It is not very civilized." She said walking into the room. She sat next to him on the bed, looking at his nipples. They were crusted with dried blood and salt.

"You didn't learn your lesson last time? You must be dense. What did she do to make you convinced to stay with me to learn to be a civilized human?"
 
Ray Jones

There was nothing arousing about Pepper. She was too nice and the vamp bitch had hooked into some kind of primal area of his mind and soul to which nice was anathema. However, she was to be his mistress now, and if he wanted to have the pleasure of the vamp's savage touch... no, as he NEEDED to have the pleasure of the vamp's savage touch... he had to make sure she got good reports from Pepper. No lying. No disobedience. It made his gut curl, but he would obey.

"She promised to keep on abusing me if I obey you."

It was a strange answer he was sure. But he didn't meet her eyes to see how she responded.
 
Pepper McDonald

A laugh broke from Pepper's lips. "Now that I had not expected."

She finished up his nipples and then asked, "Are your nipples and neck all she did to you?" With the blanket on she did nopt see where he actually was hurt. "IF I am to teach you you will learn to become a man, so, lets get started if all your wounds are taken care of."

She moved once again leaving. This time she came back with what looked like a leather strip. "Are you truely ready to become a man of stature? I will teach you what you need to know, she will give you what you need. IF you are truely ready."
 
Ray Jones

He kept his head downcast, not looking at her without permission. He considered not telling her about the slight nicks she had caused squeezing his penis, but that would be a lie. And then, if discovered, he would lose any chance of being used by the vampire.

"She hurt my penis a little too," he said. "But I am all right."

And he realised he had fully surrendered to his new role. "What do you want me to do, Mistress?" He asked.
 
Pepper McDonald

Pepper laughed again. "Well, first off stop calling me mistress. I am no mistress, just your teacher. She is your mistress. Secondly whip out that penis and let me clean it before it gets gangreen and falls off."

She snapped the leather strap around his neck. "You will have to wear this per the mistresses orders."
 
Ray Jones

It was coming more natural to him now, the surrender. He would even manage to have Pepper dominate him when the vampire wasn't around. It was a strange thought, but perhaps if he was submissive enough he could turn Pepper into a dominant. He had never thought like that before, but as the leather collar snapped around his neck he felt the familiar tingle in his groin that told him he wanted this new experience.

"Yes Mi... I'm sorry. Yes, Teacher," he said as he lowered the sheet to reveal his half-erect penis.
 
Pepper McDonald

"A simple yes will do." Pepper said, before wipping at his cock with cleanser. She had it cleaned in no time. "So now are you hungry? First lesson, cooking."

She got up and reached out for his hand. "Well come on. No dawdling. We have little time before I have to be at work again and you need to learn your lesson before I go or you will not get what you want." Her free hand went into her robe pocket.
 
He stood up to follow her, naked as he was. She had not instructed him to wear clothes and so he did not think of asking for any. If she wished him to cook naked, he would. And his mind dwelled on what they would be cooking? Would she make him fry something while naked, burning him with fatty splashes? He had no idea how to cook anything, but if that is what she wanted, he would learn.
 
Pepper McDonald

As he stood, a jolt was delivered to his neck. She smiled as he seemed to shake. She had to admit the shock sorta thrilled her a teeny bit. His hand had been a conducter she didn't think about.

She walked him to the kitchen and then handed him a apron. "Tell me, have you ever cooked anything?"
 
Ray Jones

He shook his head at once. "No Mis... Tea... No."

He fell silent, keeping his eyes turned downwards in the way of absolute submission. He had answered her question, now he was to be mute and still until commanded.
 
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