Four years ago a dear friend of mine by the name of Mistress Ranee' opened an art gallery here on the Central Coast. It was for new artists to have the opportunity to show their work. Last summer she invited me to a special showing of a young artist by the name of Floyd Carpenter. He was versed in all levels, from pencil sketches to oils and water colors. Ranee knew I was a collector and my passion is erotic art. She felt I would enjoy his work, since that was his specialty.

I hadn't been to a art showing in a long while, and I most certainly wanted to support her. I cleared my schedule and made all the necessary arrangements. I called for Angelique and Jade to help me dress. I just had a beautiful royal blue silk dress made. It fit as if it were painted on. I had my limousine ready and waiting to take me to the gallery.

Ranee' was waiting for me at the door, she escorted me inside. It was beautiful. The walls were covered with the most incredible works I had ever seen. This young man had a very special talent. He captured something that I have never seen in this kind of art before. The women he painted were sensual, classic, somehow he managed to capture their soul. I was very taken by all I saw.

Ranee' walked me down a long hallway to a large room where a crowd was gathered around a young man. He was about 6'2, long blond hair, very well built, and he had piercing blue eyes. We walked towards him, and as we did the crowd seemed to dissipate. "Floyd, this is my friend Mistress Tempestt." He reached for my hand and gazed right into my eyes as he brought my hand to his lips. He kissed my hand very sensually, never taking his eyes off me. "It's an honor and a pleasure to meet you, Mistress." He was very well spoken, quite charming, and had a natural air of submission about him. The three of us stood there and talked a while, and during the conversation Floyd let me know he had not served a Mistress for sometime. As it turned out, the last relationship he was in, was with a women who introduced him to the Life style. They were together for sometime. Apparently she had to leave the state for her job, and he opted not to go.

Ranee', sensing the chemistry between Floyd and I, made up some excuse to leave us alone. He and I continued our conversation. We talked more about his first Mistress and about his love for art as we toured the Gallery and he personally showed me his work. As he was explaining one of his oil paintings, he suddenly stopped and was totally silent for a moment. Then as if finding some courage, he took both my hands so that I had to face him directly. He said "Mistress Tempestt, forgive my forwardness, but I must tell you how beautiful you are." He stammered a bit and his cheeks reddened. "As you can see I have painted a lot of incredible women, all special and lovely in their own way. But your features and the color of your eyes and hair is what an artiest looks for in a subject." His cheeks were now crimson and it was easy to see he was now at a complete loss for words and becoming very embarrassed. I just gazed at him as he spoke, he seemed so nervous in his manner. He was trying very hard not to show any disrespect. I found his stammering to find the right words quite charming and endearing, like a shy boy afraid to say the wrong thing to a pretty girl. But I had to let him sweat a little bit before I gave him a break. "Floyd, are you asking me if you can paint my portrait?" I asked squeezing his hands affectionately. "Yes, Mistress. I would love the honor of having you pose for me." His face lit up with his words. I could see his excitement grow with the idea of the prospect.

But once a Mistress, always a Mistress. "But my pet what makes you think your worthy enough to have such an intimate audience with me?" He was stunned by my words, as if I had slapped him. His face went from the crimson of embarrassment, to the pale of shock. Before he looked to the floor I could see a plea in his eyes. "Mistress please forgive me. I in no way wish to over step my boundaries." He said and tried to release my hands, but I would not let him. And so he continued, "You are so very beautiful, and I know how lovely you would appear on canvas." He made me giggle out loud at his futile attempt to rectify the situation. The giggle was to much for him, his head hung lower and his broad shoulders now slumped which was sad to see.

In my mind all I could think of was him striped naked and strapped to my whipping cross earning the privilege of painting my body. I couldn't contain my thoughts any longer. I reached in my evening bag and pulled out one of my cards. "Floyd if you are truly willing to do what it takes to show your worthiness to me then perhaps we can come up with some sort of arrangement." I handed him my card, and without even looking at it he put it in his pocket. "Be at the Velvet Dungeon by 10:00 tomorrow morning, and will talk further about it." At first he didn't say anything. I'm sure that he was use to women falling all over him so they could have their portrait done. And I'm sure my reaction was not at all what he expected. But when he spoke he did agree to be there.

I know when I made the appointment with him he would be on time. I, however, would not be. My day starts very early and besides the dungeon to run, there is also the phone service which is 24 hours a day 7 days a week, so my day is always on a tight schedule. But right at 10:00 Debbie was knocking on my door to tell me there was a young man by the name of Floyd waiting for me. I told her to show him to the main receiving parlor and have him wait for me. It would take me at least an hour before I could get to him, but I didn't want him to know that, I just wanted him to wait. As all slaves must learn to wait.

It took longer than I thought, before I could get to the parlor. When I walked in Floyd was standing on the terrace enjoying the very lovely unblockable view of the coastline. He had no idea that I was there watching him. I had never really seen him from behind, and his firm round ass was the first thing to catch my eye. I enjoyed the view, his view, for a moment. "Hello my sweet." I said finally.

The sound of my voice startled him, and he whipped around quickly to face me. He was dressed very nicely in a white linen jacket and slacks. "Hello Mistress, I didn't hear you come in." He smiled brightly, his blue eyes flashing in the sun light. I must admit that I found the man very attractive. "You look lovely this morning. I'm very glade you could fit me in today. Your slave Debbie told me how busy you were today."

"Well pet, I'm here now, and although I'm quit busy I have managed to find a little time for you." I said with my sweetest smile and turned to go back into the parlor. I could hear him following me in. I continued, "Now in regards to our conversation last night. I told you that you would have to prove yourself to me in order for me to allow you to paint me." I turned suddenly to face him. He was about three paces behind me, and frozen in mid-pace. He was starting to get that pale color again "Are you willing to do just that?" I asked in a mildly demanding tone in order to keep him off balance.

He didn't answer at first, but then he regained his center. And it was easy to see that he was ready for me this morning. "Mistress," he said, his voice very respectful . "You know how beautiful I think you are." Yes he was ready for me. I could sense an edge of fear, but no intimidation. He even managed a slight smile when he said. "Obviously you can see that I find you intriguing as well as beautiful or I wouldn't be here." A quick smile flashed across his face, but then he became serious again. "However I must admit to a bit of confusion. Are you asking me to prove my art? Or are you asking me to serve you?" He paused and took a step closer to me. "Although I have served a Mistress before she was not anything like you. And I have never been in a place such as this... I guess what I'm saying is how can I commit to you without knowing more about what it is you require of me." The fear I sensed in him earlier was now turning into excitement.

I walked over to the pink silk over stuffed sofa. I was wearing a short black skirt and a emerald green corset. I sat down and crossed my legs. When I did this my skirt raised just enough to get a peek at my black garters. He didn't take his eyes off me. In fact it was plain to see that sweet Floyd was a leg man. Sensing this I made sure my skirt went up just a bit more in order to give him a very good view of just how long my legs really were. I just sat there a moment without saying a word. He was growing uncomfortable from the silence.

"Floyd, you need not know what my intentions are. All you need to know is that I'm in control. The only requirement is that you give yourself over to me freely and completely. You must learn to trust me and know that as your Mistress I will only give you what you need. Your commitment to me should be given to me knowing that once you do you will become my property. If you cannot give this to me then this will be our last conversation. You will leave here as you came on your own and all alone." Then the silence fell. With no expression on my face I sat back and just looked up at him waiting for his answer.

My words hung over his head swirling around like a storm. He was stunned and without words. All he could do for the moment was just stand there and gaze at my legs. I was not about to offer him any comfort either. In fact the fear was back and now I had the intimidation that I had missed earlier. But I knew I had gotten under his skin and he could not, no matter how badly he wanted to, walk away knowing he would never see me again.

"Well, my pet, I am a very busy women as you pointed out earlier, I really must be on my way. I have slaves waiting for their session's and I can't waist anymore time." I got up and started moving towards the door. Just as I turned around to tell him goodbye he spoke. "Wait please Mistress I beg you, please do not walk away from me like that... I...I...I want to serve you. I'm very afraid but I have never in all my life met anyone like you. You have stirred something within me and I can't make it go away. I know if you walk out that door I will never see you again. I can't let that happen. Your terms are simple to understand, but not simple to say yes to. I'm not sure why I would want to say yes. I only met you last night and although your beauty is unsurpassed, I don't even know your last name. But you somehow you have grabbed my heart and your holding it in your hands. And if you walk away you'll crush it."

I started walking towards him, I felt compassion for his struggle. I reached a hand out to him and when he took hold of it I pulled him towards me. With the other I grabbed the back of his long blond hair very hard. This took him by complete surprise and I pulled his face close to mine as if I were to kiss him. Then I did, allowing my lips to linger a moment. I began nibbling his neck until I got to his ear and in a soft whisper I told him, "My pet do you know how many men would kill to be in your place right now. Do you have any idea how many requests I receive on a daily basis by undeserving pathetic little men such as yourself? How dare you waste my precious time. Now you need to understand that you are mine already. Your heart has made that decision and now you just need to release yourself to me. If you walk out those doors you will never be allowed back in." I was holding his hair very tight, but he made no struggle in my arms. "Give yourself to me, I will become your breath and I will control your soul." And with those words my sweet pet said yes.

I called for Debbie and I told her to take him upstairs to my private dungeon, and have him strip. I would be there shortly. She obeyed and sweet Floyd was starting his journey and entering my world. The first road , learning OBEDIENCE!!! Debbie would take him upstairs and face him to a wall. Then she would tell him to strip and stand there until I arrive, and she would withdraw from my chambers. It is not her job to strip him. Floyd must make this choice. Either strip or keep his clothes on and leave.

I had a lot of things to do that afternoon, but like a little girl who just got a new doll, all I could think about was playing. So I cleared my schedule and made my way upstairs. Floyd was waiting obediently for me. He had a beautiful body, it was plain to see he took very good care of himself. His muscles were cut and defined, his legs were long and strong. When he turned to me I noticed his cock was erect. "Welcome to the Velvet Dungeon slave, you are completely mine, all you do from this point forward will be for my pleasure and mine alone. You will soon realize that the only pleasure you receive is from serving me." I walked around him so I could get a closer look at my new toy. I liked what I saw. A strong body such as his can take more pain and endure longer sessions then those who are weak.

Without a word I turned and headed for my dressing chair. Moving it into the middle of the room, I sat down and crossed my legs. I let the silence linger for a moment looking at him. The first thing I noticed was how much harder his cock had become, and then I noticed that his eyes were on my legs. I reached down and started caressing my ankle, taking my hand and slowly sliding it up my long leg until my hand reached my inner thigh. His eyes followed every move. "You like my leg's don't you slave? You like how long they are, you like their shape?" He stood there just looking at them as if he didn't hear me. Then he answered and said "Oh yes Mistress, you have the most beautiful legs."

"Get down on your hands and knees slave, crawl to me." His response was immediate. He dropped to his knees and slowly crawled to me. When he reached my feet I told him to stop. "Worship my high heels slave. Show me how much you love me." He took his tongue and started licking my black stiletto heel, running his tongue all over the toe. "Lick the souls slave, lick it like a dog, show me how nasty you are." He did a very good job worshiping my shoes. He licked all over until he got to the heel. He took it in his mouth like a hard cock, sucking all 5 1/2 inches down his throat.

I made him worship my feet for a long while, and then I finally had him worship my legs with tongue. It looked as if he would cum right then and there. But he managed to contain himself, as he took his soft wet tongue and covered every inch of my stocking covered legs. He was truly enjoying the task, when I told him to rub his cock on my legs. I sat back and watched as his hard throbbing cock slid up and down, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum. "Stand up slave, and follow me." I walked over to my whipping cross taking Floyd's hand and standing him right in front of it. "You want to paint me don't you slave, you want to see my body exposed and laying naked in front of you. You want to see a part of me that only my lovers see... Don't you slave!!!" Floyd didn't hesitate. "Yes my Mistress, please...I beg you." His words made me laugh out loud. "My sweet pet you beg well. But it will take more then begging to get that close to me. Are you ready to prove how badly you want it, slave? Are you ready to show me your worthiness?" "Yes my Mistress, I'll do whatever pleases you."

I told him to stand against the cross. I took his arms and stretched them wide until his hands reached the ends. I shackled each with the leather restraints of the cross. I took a spreader bar and placed it between his legs so they were spread wide. I stepped back and removed my corset, my breasts spilled out and my nipples became hard and erect. I walked to my wall of toys and found my leather cat-o-nine tails. It was what had wanted to use on him from the first time I met him. I went back over to him and I just had to stand back and admire how beautiful he looked in his vulnerable state. He was completely helpless, completely at my mercy, and most importantly he was completely mine.

I pressed my bare breasts to his back and whispered in his ear. "Do you like the way my body feels slave, my nipples are so hard, you want to worship them, don't you, my sweet? I know you would like nothing more then to lick and suck them, and to feel how hard my nipples get in your mouth don't you slave?" Holding my cat in my right hand. I took my left and started caressing his body. I started rubbing and pinching his nipples, and I slowly worked my hand down to his aching hard cock. I started rubbing it gently at first, but then I took hold of it firmly and began to squeeze He let out a moan as I did this. "This is mine slave, do you understand that your cock belongs to me? I can do anything I want to it, I can bring it pleasure or pain. I can do as I please. Do you understand that my pet?" As I talked I continued to squeeze and pull on it as if it had no feeling what so ever. "Yes Mistress my cock is yours to do as you please." His words were strained, the pain I was giving him made him week.

"My pet I am going to push you past your limits, I'm going to show you just how much you can take." And on that note without another word I stepped back and let my cat fly with the first strike landing right in the center of his back. The pain took him by surprise and he gasped and let out a loud moan. Without warning my next strike went right below the first. I kept my pace up and his moans became louder. "Quiet slave, I don't want to hear your pathetic whimpering!" I started whipping him all over his back, legs, and ass. I showed him no mercy. I felt he could take it, he was young and strong, and it really mattered very little to me, I was having fun. I whipped him for an hour without a brake. His backside was a brilliant crimson, mixed with a beautiful shade of purple. He looked lovely, I would have kept going but I could see him weakening so I let the whip fall to the floor. But I wasn't done playing with him.

I took my long finger nails and started running them through his hair, his face wet with tears. I began to kiss them away gently. "You look beautiful to me slave," I whispered. " I like seeing you broken, and helpless. You are truly at my mercy. You have become weak like a puppy. I thrive on your helplessness." I grabbed a hold of his hair and yanked his head back, I traced his lips with my tongue, I pulled harder so his mouth would open wide. I pushed my tongue deep inside his mouth. He had no problem returning my kiss, in fact his passion became almost uncontrolable. Releasing the shackles and removing the spreader. I turned him around and pushed him to his knees. Across the chambers stood a pink marble table and it's purpose was not for dinning... Well maybe... I must admit I've eaten on it. I pointed, and he began crawling obediently towards it. I watched, feeling amused and pleased. Then walking passed, I stood at the head of the table and watched him crawl the rest of the way.

When Floyd finally reached the table he stood up and sat on the edge. Moving to the center of the table he layed flat and spread his arm and legs to the edge for shackling. Although there are shackles on the table. I like to have my slaves learn to take what I have for them without always using the restraints. I leaned down letting my tits fall inches above his lips. I started rubbing them in his face but not letting him lick or suck them. "What's the matter slave, you want to taste my nipples?" A wicked smile grow across my face when he began to beg and pled for them. I took my right breast and brought the nipple to my mouth and I began to lick and suck my own nipple as he just layed there watching me helplessly. He had a pained look on his face as he watched hungrily. My compassion grew with his need, so I leaned down and pushed my tits together so he could lick both my nipples. But he was not allowed to use his hands. He went for my nipples like a thirsty man stranded in the desert. He was so hungry for them, licking back and forth from one to the next, sucking them, rubbing his smooth face between them. He was truly worshiping them, my pussy became quite wet, the harder he sucked the wetter I became. I pulled away from him, if I was getting that hot I knew he was as well, It wasn't time for him to receive pleasure.

"That's all you get my sweet, anything else you receive will have to be earned!" I went to my instrument table, I found my tweezer style nipple clamps, I have several pairs in this style. They all have heavy long chains holding them together. I grabbed 2 pair, I did not let him see them in my hand. I bent over my pet and I began to lick and tease his nipples, running my tongue back and forth, sucking with a gentle motion. He arched his back greeting my wet licks. Floyd was relaxing, become totally drawn into the experience. I looked down the length of his body. His cock stood rigid and throbbing, glistening with pre-cum. Just when he started to feel safe from any pain. I started biting them, pulling them with my teeth until it felt as if I could tear them off. He began to whimper, and without hesitation I stood up and slapped him sharply across his face. He was quite stunned and completely taken back by the harshness of it all. "I told you I did not want to hear your whimpering. How dare you be so completely disobedient. You had your Mistress's mouth on your worthless body. Have you any idea what an honor that is slave?" Tears began to flood his eyes and fall to the table. "Answer me!" I demanded He was to ashamed to speak at first. Then with a quivering chin and a voice I could barely hear. "Oh Mistress, I'm so sorry, please, I beg you, please let me have another chance, please...Oh God please!" He looked so pitiful I couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Oh you will be sorry slave... You will learn how to endure my punishment. You will learn I seek only my pleasure. You will understand that all you are is a toy, a possession, a means of entertainment. And you will truly suffer for you behavior!!!" I reached down and slid my sticky wet panties off, I rubbed them across my wet cunt, and I shoved them in his mouth. "You will learn to keep your mouth shut slave!!! Now suck my pussy juice out of my panties. Lay there and don't make a move or make a sound. If you fuck up one more time you will spend a month outside in the dog kennels, and the trainers will teach you the respect that a dog like you should have. Do you understand?" He shook his head quickly, I could see the terror in his eyes. I did feel a bit sorry for him. After all this was his first real experience. I don't know who his last girlfriend was, but she was no Mistress. Most likely just a bitch. No Mistress would just leave a slave behind. She would sell him before doing anything else.

I grabbed his right nipple between my fingers, and I twisted and pulled until more tears fall from his eyes, I reached for his left and did the same to both of them at the same time. When they turned bright red I knew they were sore and they would sting for quite some time. But just to be on the safe side I rubbed some fire ointment onto each one. It took everything he had not scream through my panties, but he just layed there taking his punishment. Before the sting penetrated to deeply, I put the clamps on each nipple, and of course I made them as tight as they could get. I yanked and pulled on the chain until he had no choice but to raise his back up off the table. He was in tremendous pain. I loved it, I loved the look of torment on his young face.

I walked to the end of the table and told him to reach down and grab his knees, I wanted him to pull them up to his chest spread wide apart, I told him he was to hold this position no matter what happens. I reached for his balls and I began the same treatment of pulling and twisting, I took my cock whip and whipped his cock and balls and inner thighs until the color matched his back side. I rubbed the fire ointment into his balls and his cock. Then I attached the other set of clamps to his balls. But I slipped it between the chain on his nipples, so it he were to move it would feel like everything attached would tear off. The best part about it for me was the fact his cock was still so very hard, his torment was truly turning him on. I walked around to his face, and bent over close to his ear. "You love this don't you slave? You love the pain I'm giving you. Your nothing more than a pain slut, the more I give you the more you want. Well that's good slave, we have a life time to explore just how much you can take." A wicked giggle of delight came out of me, as I returned my attention back to the chain clamped to his balls. I began to pull the chain as hard as I could, but my little slave took it without a sound. I knew he was on fire, but it wasn't enough for me. I wanted to push him, I wanted to torture him.

He was completely exposed to me in this state his cock, balls and oh my, my his pink little ass hole. I haven't played with that yet. It was a bit stretched, I got the impression from how it looked that it wasn't a virgin ass hole. I reached for my 9 inch black leather strap on dildo, and put it on. "Oh look slave, see how big and fat it is. mmmm...I bet you would love this up that tight little ass, huh baby." I said in my most condescending way. "What you would, oh your afraid it wont fit? Don't worry my sweet I'll grease it up real good for you, it should slide right in." He was panicked when he saw me reach for the fire ointment. His face grow pale and his eyes began to bug out. My whole body was turned on by the sight of it all.

"Oh look how merciful your Mistress is, I didn't have to grease it up. But I did, wasn't that nice of me?" I laughed, and I was completely happy with his fear. I took my index finger coated in my ointment and started working it up his ass, at first his muscles stretched to accommodate but as the ointment began to take effect he began to tighten and swell. "I'm going to fuck your ass like a pussy slave." And without another word I climbed between his legs and shoved my strap on cock right up his ass. I could see how excruciating the pain was. I saw his struggle not to scream. I grabbed the chain and with every stroke of my cock I pulled on the chain. His face became even more pale as I kept up my pace. I wasn't sure how much more he could take. The pain had to be over whelming, but when I looked down at his cock it was so hard it seemed ready to burst. "You like being fucked like girl, don't you slave?" I started fucking him harder and faster, pulling my cock all the way out and shoving it all the way back in. Over and over relentlessly. "This is how female dogs get fucked, isn't it slave? Yes that's right your nothing more then a dog in heat. A female bitch!!!" As turned on as he was I could see the pain was becoming hard for him to take, he looked close to passing out. So I told him to reach down between his legs and play with his cock. "Show me how much you love to touch yourself, cum for me slave, cum while I fuck your pussy hole." He was jerking his cock hard and fast, trying keep the same rhythm as me. It didn't take him long for his cock to explode with hot creamy cum. It flooded down his cock and dripped down his balls.

I pulled my cock out of him, and took it off. I waited for his breathing to slow down and for the edge of his orgasm to wear off. Once he began to relax I pulled the clamps off his balls and nipples without losing them. His body was racked with pain all over again. With out a word from me I started stroking his cock until it became erect again. And then I slid a metal locking cock ring around the base. "Well my pet, I hope you enjoyed that little orgasm you just had, because it will be the last for a very long time. The cock ring I put on you can not be removed without a key. I'm the only one with such key. You will have to stay in the erect state you're in until I deem you worthy enough to cum again. And who knows when that will be." He was truly tormented and confused as to which was worse the pain or being left so turned on and not finding any release.