Alex’s Surrender
Chapter 2: Session 2
The next day at work crawled by slowly. His colleagues’ requests for reports and updates were just meaningless static. All he could think about was 6:00 PM, when he would return to Mistress Isabella’s chamber.
At 5:30 PM, he finished work and drove straight to Mistress Isabella’s, stopping on the way to get a nice bottle of wine and chocolates for her, a gift for her.
At precisely 6:00 PM, Alex knocked on her door, a bottle of expensive red wine in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. The door opened to reveal Mistress Isabella, even more captivating than he ed. Today she wore a tight black leather outfit, very sensual and sexy and one that showed her stunning figure.
“Alex,” she said, her voice smooth and confident. “You’re punctual. I like that.”
Her eyes dropped to the gifts in his hands. “And you brought presents. How thoughtful.”
She took the wine and chocolates, examining them with approval. “Please come in.”
Once inside, she gestured toward the chamber door. “No need for paperwork today. We’ll go straight through.”
Once in the chamber, Alex just stopped there, waiting for instructions just like yesterday
“Before we start, there are some rules. When you now enter this chamber, you are to strip naked immediately. Immediately” She empthasised the word “and wait for my instructions. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Mistress I understand” Alex replied,
“Strip then” she commanded
Alex complied quickly, removing his clothes until he stood naked before her. Mistress Isabella carefully inspected him to check he had carried out the instructions,
“Good boy, you’ve gone well”, she said after inspecting he had indeed shaved his private areas. She then retrieved the same cold, wet towel from yesterday and wrapped it around his genitals. The shock of the icy water made him flinch, and his semi-erection immediately began to wither.
Once he was completely flaccid, she efficiently fitted the pink cage over his cock and balls, clicking the small padlock into place. The sound echoed in the room, sealing his fate once again.
“Thank me for caging you,” she said, her tone leaving no room for refusal.
“Thank you for caging me, Mistress,” Alex replied, surprised to find that he genuinely meant it.
She guided him to the leather armchair and retrieved the silver pendulum. “Time to relax you now. Just look at the pendulum,” she said, her voice already smoothing into its hypnotic cadence.
The hypnotic induction was quick and easy, Alex’s mind, already conditioned from yesterday, offered no resistance and when he emerged, he felt refreshed and energised, although he couldn’t recall what she had told him while he was under, he just presumed it was relaxation.
“Mistress says,” she began, her voice dropping “fetch me a cigar from the table.”
Ane urge to obey filled his mind, he walked across the room and retrieved a cigar, bringing it to her with his head bowed. She placed it between her lips, and he struck a match, lighting it for her as he had yesterday.
“Kneel,” she commanded.
Alex knelt before her as she settled into her chair, taking a long drag from her cigar. As yesterday, she crossed her legs elegantly, allowing one shoe to dangle from her toes. The rhythmic motion began, but unlike yesterday, Alex felt nothing. No desperate craving, no overwhelming urge to worship her feet. He stared, confused by his own lack of reaction.
Mistress Isabella noticed his expression and chuckled softly. “Something wrong, Alex?”
“No, Mistress,” he replied, though he was genuinely puzzled. His foot fetish, which had dominated his fantasies for years, seemed to have vanished just at the moment he was to indulge it. Instead, he found himself desperate to see her smoke, the way her lips wrapped around the cigar, the elegant curl of smoke as she exhaled, the confident power in her posture.
He craved her blowing the smoke in his face, he desperately wanted to feel it fill his lungs again.
“Mistress,” he heard himself say, “would you... would you blow smoke in my face?”
Her eyebrows raised in amusement. “My, how things change.” She leaned forward, took a deep drag from the cigar, and blew a thick cloud directly into his face. The earthy smoke filled his senses, and Alex felt a jolt of pure pleasure course through him. It was the most erotic sensation he had ever experienced.
She continued to smoke, occasionally blowing smoke in his direction at his request, Mistress Isabella gestured to the cabinet where the dildos and strap-on harnesses were displayed.
“Would you like to try the strap-on today?” she asked casually.
The hypnotic suggestions she had just implanted, unbeknown to him quickly took hold in his mind. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his voice thick with need. “Yes, very much.”
Mistress Isabella took another long drag from her cigar, letting the smoke curl from her lips before she spoke again. “Then you need to ask nicely if you want me to fuck you.”
The words sent a shock through Alex’s system. He had never considered such a thing before yesterday, never imagined himself wanting to be taken in that way. But now, the urge was overwhelming and growing.
“Please, Mistress,” he begged, looking up at her with pleading eyes. “Please fuck me. I want you to fuck me with the strap-on. Please, Mistress.”
A slow, predatory smile spread across Mistress Isabella’s face, the cigar still held elegantly between her lips. Without a word, she rose from her chair and crossed to the cabinet, her hips swaying with a confidence that made Alex even more excited. She retrieved the items with practised ease: First she took a sleek, purple butt plug; Then a small brown bottle with a plain label; then a formidable black leather strap-on harness with a realistic-looking dildo attached; and a large bottle of clear lubricant.
She returned and placed the items on the floor beside him, then crouched down so her face was level with his.
“This,” she said, tapping the small brown bottle with one perfectly manicured nail, “is called poppers. It will relax your muscles and heighten your senses. You will sniff it when I tell you to.” She gestured to the purple plug. “This will prepare your hole for what comes next. Then,” her eyes flicked to the strap-on, “I will fuck you.”
She looked him directly in the eye, her gaze unwavering. “Mistress says you would you like that, Mistress says, to tell her to take you”
“Take me mistress, Please take me” he said, his tone filled with a desperate need “Please, Mistress.”
“Good boy,” she purred, straightening up. She walked to a crystal ashtray on a nearby table and almost sensually, stubbed out her cigar.
“On your hands and knees,” she commanded, her voice sharp and clear.
Alex obeyed immediately without hesitation, He felt exposed, but more aroused than he had ever been in his life. Mistress Isabella knelt beside him, “I want you to sniff from the bottle like this” she began, she then covered one nostril, placed the bottle to the open nostril and then sniffed showing him what to do.
“Take three deep sniffs just like that in each nostril. Don’t hold back.”
Alex brought the bottle to his nose, covered one nostril and then sniffed like she had showed him. The chemical smell hit him instantly, Then a rush of warmth flooded his head, a euphoric wave that made his heart pound and his mind fill with pleasure. Each sniff increased the rush until he had done as she asked.
As the rush from the poppers filled his mind, he heard the slick sound of lube being dispensed. A moment later, he felt the cool, slick tip of the butt plug press against his butt hole. There was a moment of resistance, then a yielding pressure as it slid inside him with a pop. It felt tight, and its fullness unfamiliar, but it wasn’t painful. It felt tight but pleasurable.
“Look at you,” she mused, her voice a low taunt. “On your hands and knees, caged like an animal, with a plug in your ass and your head full of poppers. Is this how a man acts, Alex?”
Alex was too lost in the sensations to reply, he just nodded, She circled him, occasionally pausing, placing her foot near his face to accommodate a fetish she had removed without telling him, but he felt nothing. His foot fetish was gone.
“Sniff again,” she’d command periodically, and each time the rush would hit him, making him feel more pliant, desperate for more. “That’s it, get yourself good and loose for me.” she teased.
Finally after much teasing, she stopped in front of him. He watched, as she stepped into the black leather harness, adjusting the straps around her hips. The dildo jutted out obscenely, and Alex stared at it, his mouth dry. She picked up the lube and coated the shaft liberally, her hand sliding up and down in a way that made him crave it.
“Beg me,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. “Beg me to fuck you with this big cock. Convince me you want it.”
The urge was overwhelming, bying all shame or hesitation. “Please, Mistress,” he whimpered, his voice cracking with need. “Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me with your big cock. I’m ready, please... please use me. I want it so badly, Mistress. Please fuck my ass.”
She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. “That’s a start,” she teased, tapping the head of the dildo against his plugged entrance. “But I think you can do better than that. Tell me how much you need it.”
“Please, Mistress,” he begged, his voice thick with a craving for it. “Please use me mistress. Please fuck me with your big cock. I need to feel you inside me. I’ll do anything, please, just fuck me.”
A triumphant smirk graced Mistress Isabella’s lips. “Much better,” she purred. She walked behind him, gripped the base of the purple plug, and pulled it out in one smooth motion. The sudden emptiness made Alex crave it more.
Then he felt the slick, broad head of the strap-on press against his loosened hole. There was a moment of intense pressure, and then she was inside him, sliding deep until her hips met his ass. As she did, all Alex could do was moan, a primal moan as he was lost in a sexual high. The strap on was a sharp, overwhelming sensation, a mixture of pain and a profound, full-bodied pleasure that was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He was in heaven.
“Sniff,” she commanded, her voice firm and dominant.
He fumbled with the bottle, his hands shaking, and inhaled deeply. The rush hit him immediately. Every nerve ending came alive and the pain from the strap on disapeared, replaced by sheer pleassure. The feeling of her cock sliding in and out of him was exquisite, She established a rhythm, slow, deep and steady.
“Look at you,” she taunted, her voice cutting through his haze of pleasure. “Taking it so well. Real men don’t get fucked up the arse, Alex. They do the fucking. Only faggots get on their hands and knees and beg for it like this.”
Her words only fuelled his need for more. The pleasure was overwhelming, and the sensation took over his mind, all he could think of was the pleasure she was giving him
“Is this what you are now, Alex? A little faggot for me? A little faggot who loves been pegged”
The poppers and pleasure were too powerful for Alex’s mind, he just grunted, a primal grunt that told her more than words could.
“Sniff again,” she ordered, not breaking her rhythm.
He complied eagerly, the rush quickly hitting him intensifying the pleasure, He was lcompletely consumed by the experience. His cock strained uselessly against its pink prison, desperate to become errect.
“Tell me,” she grunted, her breathing becoming heavier as she fucked him with more force. “Tell me what you are.”
“I’m your faggot, Mistress!” he screamed, his voice raw with emotion. “I’m your faggot”
She laughed, a cruel, exhilarating sound. “Yes you are”
The session continued, a blur of poppers, indescribable pleasure and relentless verbal humiliation. She fucked him deeply, making him feel every inch, her words constantly reminding him of how far he had fallen, and he didn’t care. All that mattered was the overwhelming pleasure, the fullness, the undeniable rightness of being used by her.
Finally, she stopped, but kept the dildo buried deep inside him. She held herself there for a long moment, before slowly, pulling out, leaving him feeling empty and aching to be filled again.
He remained on his hands and knees, panting, trembling from the pleasure she had just given.
Mistress Isabella rose gracefully from her position behind him, leaving Alex trembling. She methodically unbuckled the black leather harness, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Without missing a beat, she walked to the small table, picked up her humidor, and selected another cigar. The ritual of lighting it was hypnotic in itself—the clip, the flame, the first deep draw that made the end glow like a hot coal.
She turned back to him, still on all fours, and approached. Leaning down, she pursed her lips and blew a thick, fragrant cloud of smoke directly into his face. Alex inhaled deeply, the now-familiar earthy scent sending a wave of submission and pleasure through him.
“Kneel,” she commanded.
Alex pushed himself up, settling back on his heels, his head bowed. He kept his eyes fixed on the floor as she stood over him, an imposing figure of smoke and power.
“How was it?” she asked, her voice casual, as if she were inquiring about the weather.
He looked up, his eyes wide “It was... it was the best experience I have ever had, Mistress,” he itted, the words tumbling out. “Truly.”
A flicker of satisfaction crossed her face. She reached down to a small bag he hadn’t noticed beside her chair and handed it to him. He opened it. Inside was a tube of lube, a butt plug identical to the one she had just used on him, and a fresh bottle of poppers.
“Tomorrow,” she stated, her tone leaving no room for negotiation, “an hour before your session, you will go to the toilet. You will sniff the poppers and insert this plug. You will arrive here wearing it. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his mind already racing at the thought.
She took another long drag from her cigar and, once again, blew the smoke directly into his waiting face. He closed his eyes, savouring it.
Just then, the sharp electronic beep of the alarm filled the room, signalling the end of their time. The spell was broken.
“Sit in the chair,” she instructed, pointing to the leather armchair.
He complied, his body moving automatically. She retrieved the silver pendulum, this would now be fourth time. “Look at the pendulum,” she said, her voice already smoothing into its hypnotic cadence.
The descent was immediate. He sank into the trance, and when he emerged, he felt a profound sense of calm, but underneath it was a new gnawing, desperate hunger. He needed to be fucked again. He needed this again, but a new intrusive thought began to form, what would a real cock feel like?
She watched him, a knowing look in her eyes. “I can take the cage off,” she offered, her voice neutral. “Or you can keep it on, to show your devotion to me, to please me.”
The choice wasn’t really a choice, she knew he was already almost completely submissive to her and it was only the 2nd session.
“I’ll keep it on, Mistress,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “To please you.”
A genuine, beautiful smile lit up her face. “Good boy,” she whispered “Now thank me for the pleasure I have given you”
“Thank you Mistress, Thank you so much you are amazing” he said, his voice filled with sincere gratitude.
“Same time tomorrow,” she replied “Now get dressed the session is over, Also tomorrow don’t forget my gifts, I am thinking champagne and flowers”
That night at home, Alex kept replying the session in his mind, every time he did he cock swelled inside the cage desperate to become errect, desperate to cum, but he wasn’t allowed to masterbate, she had told him no. When Sarah called, he pretended to be interested in her day, but found it hard, eventually faking an emergency to cut the call short. Sarah for her part believed him and didn’t suspect anything.