Mistress Sheila · Part 2 (2/2)
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in a bear hug and began to squeeze with all his might. Sheila just grabbed both his arms and slowly overcame his grip.
She pulled both his arms apart and away from her body with what seemed like no effort at all. A look of fear suddenly came upon Victors face, as he realized that he was no match for the better conditioned and stronger woman. Sheila than turned him around and like lightning, punched him three times right in the belly. She then karate kicked Victor with a quick kick to the jaw. Victor recoiled, in a daze and great pain. Sheila then proceeded to slowly but surely wear Victor down. She would approach quickly, land a blow and withdraw, before Victor could even react. Over and over, she did this, each time the barrage taking it's toll on the hapless Victor. Finally, Victor was getting dazed.
His reactions were slowing each time. Sheila than stepped in for the coup de grace. Circling from the rear, Sheilla stepped out in front of Victor and pasted him like a punching bag. Eight blows in a row to all parts of Victors body. Victor could barely protect himself, his arms flailing to stop blows that had already landed. Finally, and mercifully, she held Victors chin in one hand, and with her right hand, launching a blow to Victors jaw. Victor hit the canvass like a ton of bricks, not moving, unconscious, and defeated. Putting her foot on Victors stomach, Sheila raised her arms in victory. Quickly and efficiently, one of the men in her corner handed her four restraints.
Each restraint was fastened to one of Victors arms and legs and he was tied off at each corner of the ring. Sheila then walked over to Victors head, and squatted over his face. She then lowered her pussy to his face and strained for a second. A hot stream of yellow piss shot out of her pussy, spraying all over Victors face. Victor woke up almost instantly. Seeing his predicament, he struggled against the restraints, quickly realizing he was powerless to stop his stronger opponents antagonism. Resigning himself to his situation, a dull moan escaping his lips. Sheila never acknowledged him. It was as is she knew exactly where he was physically, and what he would stand.
She walked over to one of the men in her corned and produced a large candle. The man servant lit the candle and Sheila walked with it over to the tied Victor. Turning her back to him, she sat on his stomach, facing his feet, and proceeded to drip the hot wax directly on his cock and balls. Victor tried to hold back the pain, but before long, found it unendurable, crying out in a long wail. Sheila turned around and slapped him hard in the face. "Shut up!" she said, "Or I'll take a knife and cut them off permanently!" Victor quieted down, and Sheila went back to dripping wax on his balls. She did this for another couple of minutes with Victor stifling the pain, but not crying out.
Looking out to the crowd, Sheila asked, "What do you want me to do to this poor excuse of a man?" One man cried out, "Smother him with you pussy!" Another yelled, "Piss on him again!" And a third cried out, "Fuck him in the ass!" Sheila just grinned. "I'll do that and more! Anything for my fans. But I never do things in a small way. Just make sure you keep that in mind!" Sheila than walked up to the tied up Victor and squatted her pussy over his face. "Eat it, dog!" she said. Victor complied tonguing and kissing her blond pussy. He worked on her pussy for a couple minutes, when she suddenly stood up. "You can't fight worth a shit!
You can't even eat pussy worth a shit!" With that she produced a big strapping dildoe which she proceeded to shove up Victors ass. Stepping away, she beckoned to the back of the ring. "OK girls," she said, "Give it all you've got!" With that, about twenty girls, all naked, stepped into the ring. One by one, the straddled Victors face. lowered their pussys to his lips and peed on his face. Each girl was different. Some were fat, some were thin, some black, some white, even an oriental. One black girl peed on Victors face for what seemed like an eternity, starting and stopping the stream over and over again. "This is really fun!" she said.
"I've always wanted to piss on a white dude!" she said. Everyone broke into laughter. Poor Victor was practically getting drowned in pee, but the ladies just kept coming. Finally, the last one straddled Victors face, lowered her pussy, and peed. She got up, and kind of sauntered away, her hips swaying from side to side. Sheila then mounted Victors face, lowering her blond pussy to his face. "You're going to have to drink mine!" she laughed, as she forced Victor to open his mouth. "I hope you enjoy this, just as much as I'm going to enjoy giving it to you!" she said. With that, Sheila started peeing very slowly right into Victors open mouth. First, just dribbles, then, a stream.
Sheila controlled the flow so that Victors mouth was always full, but never overflowing. When the last hot, burning, drops off pee had leaked out, Sheila suddenly shoved her pussy right over Victors face. Her cunt was smothering him, and he just gasped for air. Sheila toyed with him, keeping him starved for oxygen, on the verge of passing out, but raising her ass up just before he did, letting him gulp for air. Finally, she just sat there, bumping and grinding her cunt mercilessly on his face, until his body went limp. "Times up!" said the voice on the PA. With that, Mistress Sheila got off the face of Victor, and walked to her corner of the ring.
Her menservants quickly pulled out towels, which they used to blot her pussy dry. Victor still laid there, unconscious, tied, and laying in what looked like an ocean of pee. Wilson could hardly believe his eyes. He had never seen domination like that, and it scarred him. It also aroused him in a way that he had never been aroused before. He was determined that he would meet Mistress Sheila. Maybe he would be the one to conquer her. Looking over at Victor, he realized what the consequences could be if he lost, but he felt the risk worthwhile. Besides, he was in much better shape than Victor was, and thought that Victor and Sheila was a mismatch anyway.
Leaving the gallery, Wilson made his way down the corridor, where he had seen Sheila disappear with her entourage. He came to a dressing room, and cautiously knocked on the door. "Come in!" said a voice from within, which he immediately recognized as Sheilas'. "So, you've come!" said Sheila, her blond hair protruding from under a towel. "How did you know?" asked Wilson. "I could tell from the way you were watching me." said Sheila. "You think you might be able to make me submit to your desires." she said. "Well, many have tried, and none have succeeded. All were to weak. All were humiliated and degraded. Is this what you want?" she asked. "I'm not sure." said Wilson.
"Well, be sure of this!" she said. She suddenly grabbed Wilson by the hair, pulling his face into her pussy. "Suck it!" she said violently. "Lick it! Kiss it! Make me come if your man enough to!" she said. Wilson thought he'd lose half his hair if he didn't comply, so her started licking. Her cunt still smelled of pee, but he could also smell the smell of an aroused Sheila. He could taste her cunt juices starting to flow as his tongue rolled in the slipperiness of her cunt. Wilson had never seen a woman produce so much lubrication in such a short time, and found himself licking and kissing her pussy for all he was worth.
Her cunt slowly started to contract, until Sheila found herself coming in waves of pleasure. Her pussy spasmed and shot a load of slippery juice into Wilsons anxiously waiting mouth. "That's a good boy!" said Sheila, a smile coming slowly to her face. "Well, I'm glad to see you're good for something!" she said. Leaning back, she lit a cigarette, and took a long drag. "You can stay with me for tonight." Sheila said. "After that, we'll see." Wilson was delighted. Sheila then led Wilson through a long winding corridor, up some stairs to an old Walnut stained door. Turning the key, she led Wilson inside. The apartment was lavish by even Wilsons standards.
The furnishings were only the finest and it looked like there were at least ten other rooms off the main living area. "Nice place you've got." Wilson said. "It's not bad, but I've been thinking of moving into something that better meets my needs." said Sheila in a rather pleasant manner. A man servant appeared and carried a tray with cold beer and mixed drinks on it. He was completely nude, save for a dog collar which he wore around his neck. "Refreshments, Mistress?" "Yes, I think so." was the reply. "I always like a few cold beers after testing my athletic prowess." said Sheila. "And you. sir?" "Whiskey." was Wilsons reply.
Raising her glass, Sheila said, "To Female Superiority!" Wilson raised his glass touching hers. Sheila then dismissed the manservant, telling him to leave the cart and tray there. He quickly bowed and excused himself. The conversation touched a number of subjects. Sheila told Wilson that she had been a dominatrix for about five years. She said she was happiest when she could use a man strictly for her pleasure. She made no bones about herself and was completely honest. "I could have killed that man in the rink tonight." she said. "I could have ripped his balls off, and left him a eunuch for the rest of his life. I've seen it done here before, but that's not my way.
I prefer to humiliate my victim; to make him pay through every fiber of his masculinity; to make my pussy his master." "Why did you choose to fight that guy, Victor?" Wilson asked. "Because, he tried to steal one of my menservants!" Sheila said. "I gave him every opportunity to apologize, but he would not, so I challenged him to the contest." she said. "I knew his male ego wouldn't let him pass it up, and I was right, and look what happened to him!" she said. Wilson smiled at the memory. "My rules are simple." said Sheila. "If you can beat me, you can have me. If I beat you, I will have you. I have never been beaten. There are no rules to this contest.
Do you wish to try?" "Yes." said Wilson. Sheila clapped her hands twice. A naked manservant appeared."Prepare the workout room!" she said. The manservant nodded and quickly left the room. "Well now, Wilson, drink up, and we'll see what kind of man you are!" Sheila led Wilson down the hallway into another room. This room was set up with weights, workout machines, and a center padded mat; the type used for high school wrestling matches. "This is my conditioning room." said Sheila. "Take off your clothes." said Sheila in a bland yet demanding voice. Wilson complied. "Well then," said Sheila, "let's go!" Wilson cautiously circled Sheila, remembering her lightning quick speed and strength.
Sheila instead directly approached Wilson and immediately got him in a headlock. Wilson winced at the pain, and using all his strength, picked Sheila up off the ground. Sheila just poured on the power and Wilson could feel his neck muscles weaken. Sheila suddenly released her hold and swung Wilson around and grabbed him right by the balls. Sensing the very dangerous position he was getting himself int, Wilson responded by grabbing Sheila's pussy and inserting three fingers inside. Sheila quickly released Wilsons balls, but Wilson held on to Sheilas pussy for dear life. Sheila screamed out in pain as Wilson pulled and stretched her pussy lips.
Wilson smiled to himself, thinking he had this bitch right where he wanted her. Leading her by her pussy lips, he pulled her down toward the mat. Letting go of her pussy, Wilson jumped on top of her, pinning her arms with his knees and shoulders. "Give up!" yelled Wilson triumphantly. Sheila just smiled and in a flash stretched her long legs over Wilsons shoulders pulling him backwards. Now she was on top of him, and in an instant turned backwards, pushing her beautiful, bare ass over his face and sitting down hard. Wilson found himself staring directly at her brown asshole. He could smell her asshole, and the feel the heat coming from her sweaty pussy.
Sheila laughed with scorn, and said, "I told you no one has ever beaten me, and now you know why!" Wilson suddenly felt fear, yet found himself feeling aroused at the same time. Sheila just inched herself backwards until her cunt was directly over his mouth. "I want you to eat my pussy!" she said. Wilson immediately complied. 'This isn't so bad', Wilson thought to himself, and started licking her pussy. Once again, the copious liquid began flowing, and Wilson lapped it hungrily. He could feel Sheila star to stiffen with her arousal, and after a while felt her tense in orgasm. Sheila still just sat there on his face, her pussy resting gently on his lips. Suddenly, he felt something else.
Sheila was stroking his cock. He couldn't believe how adept she was. Stroking in long even strokes, his erection grew and grew. He felt the spasms of orgasm beginning, and he came in a torrent of cum, his jism spurting over and over again. His body relaxed and went limp. But that wasn't what Sheila had in mind. Not even before the last spurt of cum was out of his body, Sheila began to slowly pee on Wilsons face. Wilson opened his mouth and began to drink her pee greedily. What started as a trickle, was now a torrent, and now Sheila tormented him while she peed. "You like having a strong woman like me peeing all over your face, don't you?" she asked tauntingly.
"You like me to degrade you with the contempt of my waist, like the scum you are! Tell me you're not worthy even to taste my piss!" she demanded. "Please, Mistress Sheila," said Wilson, giving in to his deepest urges, "Please, piss on my face! I am only worthy to be your slave! I'll eat your pussy whenever you say! I'll drink your pee, whenever you want! I'll be your slave, forever!" said Wilson imploringly. With that, Sheila let loose one last spurt off hot piss, which Wilson lapped up, and got up off of Wilsons face. Wilson crawled towards her on all fours. Sheila spread her legs apart, and Wilson licked the last drops of pee and cum from her cunt. Sheila then handed him a dog collar.
"As a reward for making me cum, you are now a member of my harem! Wear this as long as you stay here at Chambers. You will serve me only! Any disobedience will be met with instant discipline. From her on you shall be my human toilet! You will drink my piss, or even eat my shit if I so decide! Do you understand and accept this?" Shiela asked. "Yes, Mistress!" Wilson said. Wilson followed Mistress Sheila back to her room, and lay down at the foot of her bed, a slave, but happy within himself, because he had finally achieved his dream. THE END
Mistress Sheila · Part 2 (2/2)
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