An Unhappy Customer

my fantasy story for Mistress Patricia

  I am quite a physical young man full of energy and self-importance. I grew up on a farm, so I had responsibility early on in life. Being on a farm I had to toil very hard every day, so my body had become quite a temple that others could only dream of owning. I left the farm after high school to pursue a career in the construction business. I was doing very well on my own. I had my own company with a small crew and I had adds in the phone book detailing about the renovations my company performed.

  I had just received a call from a customer whom just had a renovation done in her bathroom. She was not happy and insisted I come over immediately for a good chewing out. And to find a solution to the (faulty work as she described it). I had a talk with my crew and they said nothing was done wrong. They kept referring to the customer as "the old bitch". She was always looking over their shoulders complaining about something. (Funny, cause on the phone I thought her voice pleasant but upset). They said she was getting in their way and grumbling about having to use the toilet all the time, which slowed down the renovation. With a sigh I turned and picked up her invoice, wondering how I should handle the old boot. With apologies or demand payment upon the spot.

  Driving on my way to her home I decided to stop off for lunch, as I had not eaten breakfast and my stomach was telling me by the hunger pains it kept sending to me that I should tend to it first. Ok, no problem. I had a very good lunch and drink at a small lounge I like on the other side of town.

  Driving back across town I finally arrived at her home around three o’clock I guess. Who's counting time when you can't be bothered with these little complaints. Getting out of my truck I noticed an old woman leaving the front door and coming down the walk to meet me. Great I thought. The old bitty wants to have it out on the street, as I smile at the thought. I approach her and decide to take it easy on her. After all, I too have a grandmother.

 " Good afternoon ma'am", I said with a grin." Humph" she states, as she walks on by me grumbling about the time. She told me to go on in as her granddaughter had been expecting me this morning. "Oh", I said with amusement, as I realized that this was the old boot my crew had had the trouble with. Poor chaps. I must think about giving them a bonus. Grams told me she had to go home so I soon found out she did not live here.

  Knocking on the front door I heard a low feminine voice commanding me to enter, as she had seen my truck pull up in the drive. Oh that voice sent cold delicious shivers up my spine. I knew at once that she had to be a Libra, for only those with that sign can truly have the voice of a feline Goddess. I entered her home and closed the door behind me. Hummm. The place is quite nice actually. Very tidy indeed. I decide to take my shoes off, as I did not want to dirty the carpet.

 Then she entered the room and my heart stopped beating. I could not believe my eyes. Here in front of me was a very beautiful woman. No, not a woman, a feline Goddess. "Don't stop with just your shoes", she said with a soft purr and a smile as she shook her head, sending her long blonde hair shimmering in waves around her head. She was dressed in thigh high stiletto black leather boots laced to the top. A black long leather slinky dress slit down the front, exposing her gorgeous long legs.  A black leather teddy covered her body. Oh man I thought as I drank in her beauty this is the type of women who expects men to grovel at her feet, as most men would certainly do. But I knew I could resist her feline beauty, for I was not the kind to get down on my knees for anyone.

  With a nervous smile, it took all the strength I had to look her straight in the eyes and asked her to please show me the faulty work she had complained about earlier on. "Yes boy, follow me", she purred, with a slight smirk on her luscious red full lips, as her eyes wandered down to my crotch. Upon following her gaze I saw to my horror that there was a wet spot on my pants caused from the pre cum of my erection. An erection that I had not even noticed I had. This had never happened before. I was at a loss for words as my face turned red, feeling like a schoolboy caught in the bathroom with his sisters panties over his head.

  With my clipboard over my crotch I followed her into the bathroom. My eyes could not help but to wander up and down the full length of her. Drinking in all the beauty. Her dress would cling to the outline of her wonderful ass, making little shivering dimples that seemed to make her ass smile with every step.

  Once in the bathroom she bent down and showed me where there was a leak under the sink. I saw the deep inviting crevice of her lovely cleavage, as she was bending down pointing at the pluming. With a silent sigh I took my eyes off those round firm breasts and took a look at the leaking pluming. With a sigh of relief I discovered that the leak was from a loose fitting the crew had forgotten to tighten. "I can fix this in a minute for you miss", I said as I started to get back up to go fetch my tools. It was then that I noticed my hand had been cuffed to the bar beside the sink. I had so much lust on my mind for her body, that I did not even feel her clamping them on until it was too late. 

  "What the heck is going on here lady?” I demanded as I looked up at her and shook my cuffed wrist back and forth." Shut up boy", she growled as she struck my face with a riding crop that had come from, I do not know where. "Now just a minute girl, I have had enough of", WHACK, was the only sound I heard as the pain from her riding crop hit my face again.  And stopped my sentence cold.” Mistress to you rat. UNDERSTAND boy". Reeling from that last hit, I realized I would have to get that nasty crop from her before this went too far. I think she read my mind, as the minute I looked back up at her the spray from a can of mace caught my eyes and burned like hell. I begged to her to let me wash it out with water. I was glad when she agreed to help by first removing my shirt so it would not get wet. Then as I put my other hand up on the wall to get to the sink I felt another set of cuffs snap my free hand to the same bar. Then my shirt was ripped off my other wrist. This was going to far I thought as I was trying to cope with the pain in my eyes. It was then that I felt a soothing wet cloth wipe my face and burning eyes. I can still remember my pants and shorts being pulled down and over my feet, but I did not care, as the pain was still too great in my eyes to bother about anything else. Slowly I realized that my feet were spread far apart and were tied to a long bar making my feet immobile.

   Blinking my sore eyes, I begin to holler at her to stop this nonsense. That was when I felt a round hard object being forced into my open mouth, and I struggled against her, as I felt the strap being tied around my head to hold the gag in place. Trussed up like a hunk of meat and gagged, I could only shake with anger as I felt her tie a blindfold around my burning eyes. With only being able to softly mumble, and having no freedom of my body, I stood there while my eyes slowly cleared themselves of the pain. For how long I was made to stand there I could not guess, but I jumped as I heard her soft voice whisper in my ear, "Well now boy. Looks like your little wanker has finally gone soft on you, hummmm". "Just the way I like them, before I truss them up like an old turkey leg. Yes"... she said with a giggle.

  I was helpless. I was mad. I was.... Aw hell...I was tied up and under her mercy and we both knew it. Just took me a little longer to figure it out is all. I think she saw my shoulders sag as I finally figured it out, as she softly purred into my ear again, " Now boy, you will enter My world. you will follow My every command rat. UNDERSTAND,” she shouted as I jumped with shock.

  I nodded my head. WHACK. Again I felt the burning pain of her crop as it came down on my right ass cheek. " I don't believe I saw your head shake in agreement slut" she purred with that sexy voice of hers softly into my right ear again.

  I shook my head more this time. WHACK. Again I felt the sting of her crop on my right ass cheek. "I still don't believe I saw your head move runt". WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. Again I felt the three biting stings of her crop on my right ass cheek. By this time I was shaking my head up and down with fury. Shaking it so hard that I started to get a small ach up in behind my eyes, from my brain being shoved against my skull with such force.

  I feel her riding crop push up against my balls with a slight force. I do not move. Whack, Whack, Whack.. Three more times her crop bites into my burning right ass cheek. I am mumbling through the gag. Trying to ask her to please please use the left ass cheek now instead. Again I feel her crop push slightly against my balls. I move my ass backwards and stick it out as far as I can. I think I just learned another lesson. To move when the crop tells me to.

  Then she nibbles on my right ear lobe, slowly tracing the outline with her soft wet tongue. Dipping it in and out of my ear. Her warm breath sending shivers down my spine. God the sensation drives my cock into a full hard erection. I feel her tender hand grab my right ball and squeeze. Oh the pain runs right up my back. I push forward to try and get my ball free. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK,WHACK,WHACK all on my crimson right ass cheek. The biting lashes stop when I stick my ass back out as far as it can go. Another lesson to be learned I think. Never move away from a Mistress when she is tending to you. Again I feel her hand grasp and squeeze my right ball. This time the searing pain almost makes me vomit, but I hold as still as possible. At last she releases my testicle with a low chuckle deep down in her throat and I feel the crop slightly touch my right ankle in the front. I move my foot back. Then the crop slightly touches my left ankle at the back. I move that foot forward. Now the right front ankle and again I move it back slowly. Whack, Whack, as her crop welts my sore-welted right ass cheek. I shuffle my feet around as fast as I can, till my lower body is twisted at right angles to my upper. Thus in this stance my gentiles are fully exposed and jutting forward just waiting for her inspection.

  My mind is on full alert. Trying to sense her every movement, in anticipation of what might be coming next.  I feel her grab my hard throbbing erection. My breath is now coming in little short gasps in anticipation of more pain.  Feeling her wrap the end loop of a large rubber band around the base of my hard cocks head, pulling it tighter and tighter. With a fast downward pull she snaps the rubber band against my throbbing penis, sending more pain throughout the tender full head. With a groan I accept the treatment without moving a single muscle. Then I feel her hot breath on my right ear again as she fastens some type of belt tightly around my waist from behind me. She softly whispers into my ear, " well now pet, have you learned to be more appreciative of others when you have an appointment?" "Hummm?" Again I furiously shake my head in agreement, causing that little ache to appear behind my eyes.. "I don't think so worm", she growls as she grabs the rubber band and pulls it back up under my groin, up the crack of my ass and attaches it to the belt around my waist. In this manner, my full erection is pulled down till the head is pointing downward, the shaft nestling between my balls.

  Again she nibbles on my right ear lobe. With a hard bite she again growls, " Now boy, now you get the lesson of humility, that will last you for the rest of your pathetic little life runt." I start to squirm and try to squeal through the gag, drumming up all kinds of horror, including castration. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK WHACK WHACK, five more terrible slashing blows from her crop descend upon my tortured right ass cheek before I settle down. "Any more kind of outburst like that you little shit and I'll lash your ball bag until it bleeds slut." YOU HEAR ME WORM", she shouts into my face. God I could not move my head fast enough in agreement.

  Then I heard a soft buzzing noise as she grasped my erection in her hand. The buzzing sound changed to a softer hum as I felt a needle dig deep into my penis shaft. I groaned from the pain of the tiny pulsing prick of the needle head as I realized this Mistress was claiming my manhood, by tattooing her name on my erection. Through out the painful procedure I did not move a muscle. This pain would be nothing to the hurt my tight ball bag would receive from her crop if I did move. Oh the humiliation of it all. Hearing her softly chuckle, as she was fully enjoying this procedure, giving this treatment to my cock. I could hardly stand from being so worn out from the pain I had endured this last hour. My eyes now burning from the sweat that had run down my forehead.

  At last the pain stopped. I heard her comment to herself on the fine job she had just accomplished. I felt her loosening the strap around my head as she removed the gag from my sore mouth. "Well boy." She purred in that sexy voice of hers. " Are you going to try and hurt me if I let you loose worm?" "Hummm". "No I cried", in a voice that I did not recognize. "No Mistress, to you boy" she purred. " No Mistress", I begged. Falling to my knees  I begged her to release me.  "Wanna run to the cops like a little momma's boy runt?” " Hummmm?" "I bet you just can't wait to show those big old mean policemen the evidence, can you, you pathetic little runt."                      " Hummm?" she asked with a slight chuckle.

  Begging on my knees I cried out in vain for her to please release me. "No Mistress," I said. "I will obey your every command Mistress." "I will grovel at your feet like the worm I am Mistress." " I swear to you Mistress, that I will tell no one. No one."

  Again I here her laugh with pride of another job well done. She releases all the straps, cuffs and bonds and lets me take off my blindfold. There I sat on my knees in front of her, gazing up into her beauty, when I see her crop come up and tap the top of my head. I immediately bow my head to the floor eyes downcast, as I have learned who is in complete control. "Now boy" she again purred, "Fix that leak pronto runt".

  Oh I could not move fast enough, I thought. My body was so tired of the treatment I had just received. My ass cheek burning with pain, my cock still at full attention, even with the throbbing pain from the tattooing. But I was in such a panic to complete the task this Mistress had given me, that I ignored all the pain, and with my strong hands alone, I tightened up the loose fitting that was leaking. As I was bent over under the sink I felt her riding crop slide up and down the crack of my ass. "Ummmm," she whispered with that sexy voice of hers. " I think my strap-on would love to break that tight virgin ass of yours pet." " But it will have to be another time boy, as I've another lesson to hand out to a poor slave of mine who thinks he can get away with the shoddy work he did cleaning my basement." "YOU will come back here at five o’clock on Thursday slave, to shampoo my rugs." Here Me Boy." She said with that smirk on her full lovely lips.

  "Yes Mistress," I managed to mumble out as I quickly put my clothes back on and headed to the door. "Ahem," I heard her soft voice purr. Turning around, I saw the crop come down and tap my shoulder. Down I went on my knees. Again the crop tapped the back of my head and I found myself keeling over and kissing this Mistresses boots. "Yes worm." She purred. "That is what you will always do when you greet me and when you are about to leave My presence"...  

 So...You see you big horny macho type of boys.... Power is not in the strength of the body my friends...I no longer date like I used too, as I could not explain the tattoo on my dick to them. "Property of Mistress Patricia," in big bold red letters. I also tend to wank myself off in front of the mirror now with thoughts of serving this Mistress as her pathetic little slave, house boy.

 This story is the property of Mistress Patricia from  little runt

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