Chapter 5: A Real Woman

Since Jack had shown me the chat room I’d spent most of my free evenings there and seeing that I had no social life what so ever, that meant I lived and died in it. By now I had built up quite a following of ladies, all of who wanted a piece of me, the piece being of course my rather splendid nob. I’d finally succeeded in taking a photo of little Elvis in all his full morning glory and it went down extremely well with the girlies.

There was no holding me back now that I had Jacks digital camera.

In fact I was even considering building myself a web site so that women from all around the world could pay homage to my pulsating beast.

Nightly I’d log on, get off, then go to bed; it became almost a ritual event.

Mother was happy because I was getting some early nights in and Elvis was happy because he got pulled frequently, I was happy because I had women falling over themselves to talk to me.

I was King Kevin of cyber-land, King Kevin with the enormous staff.

The bad thing was, I was still very much a virgin even though I’d had my face stuck in a pussy, I’d still yet to actually do the deed with anything else other than the hole in teddy Edwards back. This hung heavy on my mind and shadowed my every waking hour, I wanted sex and I wanted it soon!

Now that particular Friday evening I logged on and entered the chat room, it was the same as any other night but then suddenly I was messaged by a woman name ´Mistress Martha´. She was a bossy woman, in fact her first line to me was “Get down on your knees and worship me”.

I then typed back “Tell me what you have to worship”, then she began to send me a rather large file to download. I opened it with anticipation and found a beautiful woman dressed in leather, grasping a whip.

You wouldn’t believe what it looked like she was doing with the handle of the whip, my eyes popped out of my head and little Elvis popped out of my pyjamas. I sent her my nude photo and before long we were getting down and dirty in the cyber sense of the word.

Afterwards Mistress Martha allowed me to ask her some questions.

I started with the basics, are they your real tits, what is your favourite sexual position etc. ending with what do you do for a living?

To my complete surprise she said she was a tax inspector, well come to think of it, it never came as a surprise at all, dominant, nasty and shadowy.

Then came the best part of all Mistress Martha only lived a short distance from me in Edgbaston, suddenly I typed “Let’s meet”.

Well Mistress Martha agreed and I couldn’t believe my luck, it was to be on Sunday at 2pm, at her house. Now this time I knew that I was gonna be getting myself some sweet pussy, no more gnarly arsed old bags for me, oh no!

Mistress Martha was gorgeous, mid-thirties, voluptuous and a sick little puppy to-boot.

Sunday came and I sat in the bath flexing my flaccid chest muscles in the mirror, now to anyone else witnessing this I would have looked like a sad skinny git. But as I looked at myself I knew that I had what most women wanted, I had a tongue that was capable of licking for hours and a massive nob. All that was left now was to learn just how to use that massive nob and today was going to be my first trial run.

In readiness I’d watched many videos on the internet, I’d practised on teddy Edward and just to make certain I’d read up on all the tantric literature that I could get my hands on. I did not want little Elvis blowing this for me, making his grand finale before Mistress Martha was satisfied.

I stroked little Elvis lovingly and gave him a pep talk, I loved to stroke him I found it quite calming. He was, in my opinion a work of art, uncommonly long and tapering, not too wide, his head was large and commanding, he was perfection.

I shaved or rather I plucked the four hairs from my chin, and then I made sure that I smelled enticing, which really meant I washed my arm pits with mothers best soap. Then I dressed in my new seductive girl getting underwear, my black y-fronts, no worn out elastic for Mistress Martha, she deserved the very best. For a little added style I filled my pants up with baby powder and cleaned behind my ears, cus’ this sex machine was revved up and for a change had a place to go.

Pulling up my jeans, I tucked my vest in and slipped on my checked shirt, put my loafers on and winked sexily at myself in the mirror.

I didn’t want to arrive late so I took a taxi to Mistress Maratha’s house, she lived in a very posh area of the city, large houses, large cars and from what I’d seen, equally as large women.

I rang the door-bell and the door opened, standing there was Mistress Martha, she was just as beautiful as her picture, in fact even more so.

She had long dark brown hair, dark brown eyes and the most sensual golden coloured skin.

“Kevin, do come in” Mistress Martha purred, “I didn’t think you would have the bottle to turn up”.

I followed her into the vast hallway, “I wouldn’t miss this for the world Mistress Martha” I replied excitedly.

“Shall we get straight down to it then Kevin, let me see your dick”.

I unzipped my flies and unleashed the great beast, “Elvis has entered the building” I said grinning.

Mistress Martha smiled wickedly and licked her lips, “Follow me honey, let the games commence”.

We walked up the stairs and she opened the door of yet another large room, right in the centre was a round massive bath filled with fluffy white bubbles surrounded by lots of candles.

“Go in the next room and put those things on” she ordered, I scampered off like a little boy.

There in the next room on a chair lay some very odd items of clothing, a small pair of black zipped rubber pants, some leather and chain wrist things and a face mask with loads of zippers.

I undressed and started to put them on, I looked in the mirror, I looked like a black headed matchstick, thin and white.

I went back to the main room where Mistress Martha was standing “Undress me slave and bathe me” she barked.

I went over to her and leaned to kiss her, suddenly she slapped me on my face “I never told you to do that, do as I say and only as I say”.

So I did, I took off her robe then the rather small lace nightdress that she was wearing. Mistress Martha was a vision, her tits heaved like golden hills of sand and her lips glistened in the flickering candlelight.

I ran my hands briefly over one of her breasts just to touch the pert nipple that graced it, again I was slapped quite firmly. Eagerly I slid my hands down to remove her panties, but nope this wasn’t allowed, again I got a slapping. So instead I decided it was safer for me to just stick her in the bath instead.

I began sponging her creamy, bronze like flesh, meanwhile little Elvis stayed put trapped in his rubber prison. I washed her but I did not dare to speak to her because if and when I did so, she would hit me.

After a time, she got out of the water and then commanded me to go and lie on the bed.

She disappeared and a few minutes later she came back dressed in a tight rubber body suit with zippers in all the strategic places. Then in a deep and husky voice she said “Slave lick my shoes”, next “Brush my hair”, next “Pour me some wine”, order after order.

It was a bit like being home with mother “Kevin clean your room”, “Kevin put the rubbish out”.

After only so long I got quite fed up and said “Look when can I undress you?”

Mistress Martha said “What, what, you dare to ask me your mistress a question?”

Next she pushed me onto the bed and starting whipping me like a mad woman, little Elvis withdrew deeper inside my new rubber pants, next she grabbed me and cuffed me to the bed.

I lay there sweating like a pig in my rubber mask and then things I thought started to look up.

Mistress Martha climbed over me and straddled me, I thought yes at last, am gonna be fucked by a sex crazed woman, a young woman at that complete with her very own teeth.

But nope she did not touch my little Elvis, instead she undid the zipper over her left tit and rubbed her nipple slowly whispering “You want this don’t you slave?” Leaning forward she teased her sleek dark hair over my face, I spluttered; “Yes, yes I do, I want your tits and your pussy, please now” I gasped.

Throwing back her head she laughed loudly, and then she unzipped the zipper on the right side and knelt up rubbing both nipples in between her thumbs and forefingers.

“Mmmmmm how bad do you want me slave, tell me”, to which I replied “Please don’t tease me, I adore you, I worship you, I want you Martha”.

Suddenly I was struck hard on my face, “How dare you call me Martha, I am Mistress Martha to you slave”.

Now that was it, the last one hurt more than ever and my wrists were beginning to get sore, I was just about ready throw a tantrum, pick up my toys and go home when suddenly she unzipped the zipper that nestled perfectly between her legs.

Oh at last I would get to play, slowly she slid the zipper down, to show a bush of shiny black pussy hair, it shone like silk.

I licked my lips as she twirled her fingers seductively around in her bush, “I want it Mistress Martha, I want it now”.

“Mmmmmm and you shall get it in time slave, in time, be patient” she replied softly.

She played a little while longer with her nipples and with her black patch of fur, and then said “Time for you to play now”. She leant over and did my eye zippers up, slowly she slid her finger into my mouth. Her fingers tasted salty, her long slender fingers traced my upper lip, then she dug one of her very sharp talon like nails into my chin, it was painful but felt so good.

I began to suck her finger and bite it gently, she ordered me to stick my tongue out and then I felt flesh. Oh yes! I think it was her clit, but every time I leaned forward to get more of her she leaned back laughing cruelly.

After a few seconds of doing this she stopped, I couldn’t see her but I felt her hand slide along my chest, then she bit one of my nipples hard, I yelled out in pain. She traced her fingers slowly down to my rubber pants, and finally I heard the zipper going down. Elvis sprang out like a commando hitting enemy shores; Yes at last he was free!

Mistress Marthas hands went all over him then she said, “You do have a huge cock don’t you slave, it belongs to me now”.

I felt her tongue flick the end of my hot sweaty nob, she gripped it with both hands and pulled at it, God this was well worth all the waiting. Then I felt Elvis being engulfed by her rounded moist mouth, this was heaven, I was finally getting me a blowjob.

I lay there gasping and trying to get my breath, it was hot inside the rubber mask and she was very good at what she was doing. I strained at the cuffs and begged her to let me go, but she just laughed and sucked my dick harder and harder.

I could feel Elvis getting ready to burst, I focused and told him to wait, for once the clever little bastard did as he was told.

Mistress Martha sucked, chewed and abused my dick for what seemed like hours, I did not want it to end, but it did.

I felt her slide up and again she straddled me, she leaned forward and I was once more allowed to just touch her with the tip of my tongue.

Then she commanded sternly “Open wide slave” and being the obedient one I opened as wide as I could.

Seconds after, screaming at the top of my lungs I spluttered “What the fuck is that, that’s a cock”.

Mistress Martha laughed hysterically then began to unzip my eyes, “What you don’t like Mistress Martha any more slave”.

“You, you” I shouted “You dirty cow, you aint a woman”.

She, he whatever it was leant over and undid the cuffs, I sat up almost choking ripping the rubber mask off me.

Before Mistress Martha could say another word I ran like a rat up a drainpipe into the next room, grabbed my trousers, shoes and shirt and sped off down the stairs, cursing and dressing along the way.

In the background I could hear Mistress Martha laughing like a hyena and shouting “Come back, you know I give good head baby”.

I ran out of the front door into the safety of the street, I was free at last, no rubber mask, no cuffs no sex-crazed freak. After a time I stopped running and started walking fast instead, I could feel the rubber pants chaffing my legs as I waddled along uncomfortably in them.

By the time I had got home I had full blown nappy rash, I was as sore as hell and little Elvis wasn’t talking to me.

I ran upstairs into the bathroom, climbed into the shower and tried to wash Mistress Martha off of me. I felt dirty, cheap and used, I’d been taken advantage of, treated like a cheap toy.

I thought “Oh my God what if this turns me gay”.

I pulled down the rubber pants and with it ripped half of my pubic hair off, Elvis lay there limp and saddened by the whole squalid event. I took mothers loofah and I rubbed Elvis clean to within an inch of his life. I just did not know what else to do, I felt alone, I thought it was best never to tell anyone about what had happened.

I said “goodnight” to mother even though it was only 8pm, she smiled and kissed my cheek.

“Night Kevin, sweet dreams, now you be good and clean your teeth before you go to bed” she said warmly.

That night I lay in bed staring at my bedroom walls, all the tits on my walls stared back at me, but Elvis did not stir, he’d been traumatised.