..........Like most women Brianna enjoyed watching men suffer. Seeing her slave shudder at
the thought of past punishments she incorrectly attributed the shudder to her blow across
his penis with the whip. This turned her on. She looked at the height of the sun in the
sky. It was still early. She had plenty of time before her first official duty of the day.


She called the slave over. He looked in his mid twenties, physically fit, reasonably
attractive face. He would do. 

Brianna poked his penis with the end of her whip and ordered him "Get that thing
erect." 

Male slaves on Dominatrix have better control over their penises than men in the rest of
the galaxy. They have to learn to remain limp when ordered, whatever the provocation, and
become erect on demand, whatever their own feelings at the time. Failure to obey usually
leads to extreme pain, and occasionally even death. An erection at an inappropriate time,
or a failure to produce on when commanded has even occasionally led to the amputation of
the offending member. 

Male slaves quickly learnt to control their erections. 

As Brianna watched the slave`s penis slowly stood to attention. Brianna always loved to
see this, part of her was turned on by the fact that the slave was obeying her orders, and
part of her was turned on by the primordial feeling of sexual anticipation at the site of
an erect penis. That morning she was still dressed in her sleeping garments, so disrobing
took practically no time. There were cushions spread out ready in one corner of the
balcony, Brianna often felt horny in the morning, and slowly she lowered herself onto
them. 

"Come here" she ordered the slave "I want you to fuck me." 

The slave showed no surprise, he was used to this command, Brianna had a heavy sexual
apatite. "What is your pleasure this morning Mistress?" the slave asked. Brianna
considered for a moment then answered "We will stick to the missionary position
today. Slow gentle strokes, speeding up when you feel me close to cumming. You may fondle
my breasts, but I do not wish to be kissed today. You will cum when I cum." "Do
you require any foreplay?" asked the slave "Not this morning," Brianna
replied "I am already moist, and I have a busy day." 

The slave joined her on the cushions and gently penetrated her. His hands sought her
breasts as he gently moved in and out her body. For him there was no pleasure in this job,
he neither hated nor enjoyed serving his mistress in this way. He just did as he was
ordered. But he knew that he would be expected to ejaculate semen when his mistress
climaxed so in his mind his partner was another woman, a fantasy woman who did not exist,
a woman who treated him as an equal. The slave had been born on Dominatrix, so he knew
such women did not exist, but in his mind they did. This woman loved him as he loved her,
this woman wanted him to enjoy the sex as much as he wanted her to enjoy the sex. In his
mind his love making was what most of the galaxy would call `normal`. 

But in reality his love making was just a `service`. To even call it `love making` was
wrong, there was no love, just sex. He was just the body part attached to the penis that
Brianna was using, he was just a motor controlling a warm dildo that plunged into and out
of her body to bring her pleasure. 

Slowly the slave moved up and down on top of Brianna`s naked body. Slowly, but
relentlessly he drove his penis in and out of her pussy. He was rewarded with shallow
moans of pleasure from his mistress. In his mind he saw this not as it really was, but as
the moans of genuine love. His fantasy drove him on as he steadily fucked his mistress.
But he did not allow his fantasy of a `loving partner` to distract him from his duty, he
steadfastly kept to her instructions and fucked her slowly. Slowly in, slowly out, slowly
bringing his mistress closer to orgasm. He may have his fantasies, but he knew his place,
he knew he was just a lowly man slave. 

Brianna liked a long fuck, she liked to feel her slaves inside her for some time before
she finally came. And she had good control over herself so her sex sessions usually ran
for some time. But today was Festival, and today she had a full schedule, today she could
not allow herself the time for the luxury of a long slow fuck. Regretfully she let her
body rule itself this morning, she let it cum when it wanted it to cum, rather than
holding back that pleasure as long as possible. 

As a result her slave was not ready for her. He did not speed up his strokes as he had
been ordered because he had not expected her to be anywhere near ready to climax. And he
did not cum when she came, and when he finally ejaculated it was a couple of seconds after
she had finished. Brianna was not pleased. She did not accept his excuses, it was a
slave`s duty to know when his mistress was close to orgasm. 

As a punishment he was made to go to the dungeon and request the Dungeon Mistress torture
him for an hour with the penis screw. This would be an hour of agony, but it was a mild
punishment. The Dungeon Mistress had plenty of worse punishments she could inflict. And an
hour was nothing, many punishments went on for days, sometimes weeks, and occasionally
months. 

But this was his first visit ever, to the Dungeon Mistress, so it was with a fear
bordering on terror that he descended the stairs to her lair and approached the woman.
When she looked at him his throat dried and it took him a few moments to be able to draw
the voice to say "Please Dungeon Mistress, the Mistress has commanded me to request
that you generously allow me an hour of your time to be tortured with the penis
screw.".........