My partner Valentina dominates Marco, who pays the cum tax and she leads him into the abyss
After the story I wrote recounting my partner Valentina’s first experience as a Mistress, she was contacted on her Telegram profile (@mistressvalentina2024) by various unlikely characters, ranging from thirsty losers and fake aspiring slaves to all sorts of oddballs, until she was contacted by a certain Marco.
Marco was looking for a woman who would make him do whatever she pleased; he clearly told her he wasn’t interested in sex. He told her he loves being submissive and humiliated, but so far, he had only met people with neither manners nor brains.
This struck me quite a bit: it had been a long time since I’d heard of people adhering to that idea of BDSM that doesn’t involve sex. I had met some in the early years when I first entered this world, but it had been quite a while since I last heard of it. When Valentina told me about this, I pointed out that it was a good sign, especially in times when most people have approached BDSM only after watching that low-level soap opera called Fifty Shades of Grey.
Marco confided in her that he is a novice; apart from a relationship lasting about a month with a woman who dominated him, he has never had a real domination-submission relationship. He told her that this woman had taken him to a sex shop, where she made him try on a chastity belt which he was forced to wear even in front of the shop assistant, feeling incredible shame.
He had enjoyed the chastity belt experience immensely: his masochism gave him a beautiful sensation when, during erotic dreams at night, he felt his cock trying to get aroused without succeeding due to the pain it felt hitting against the walls of the cage it was locked in. He liked the feeling so much that he kept his cock in the cage even after the relationship with that woman ended, to the point that he was doing “Locktober” on his own.
He told her he is willing to do anything to make her understand that he is committed to starting a journey. He confided that he is an important person in his job—he even coaches a major team in a team sport—but this fantasy has just exploded within him. Valentina, being a sincere person, confided in him that I read this account too, because we tell each other everything and are an open couple.
Marco said that wasn’t a problem; in fact, having two masters wouldn’t be an issue for him either. However, Valentina reiterated that she is the only Mistress, while I simply give her a few suggestions at most, since she is just starting out as a Mistress.
Valentina ordered him to call her “Master” (using the masculine Padrone as a title of authority) and to address her formally. Marco asked if she wanted a photo of him; she replied that it wasn’t necessary, but that the first thing he had to do as soon as he got home was to watch his favorite porn without touching himself, obviously leaving the cage on his cock. Marco said this wasn’t a problem, given that he works remotely to be near his elderly parents; then, at 5:00 PM, he goes out for training.
Around 11:00 PM, I suggested Valentina send Marco one of those audio recordings she made when I was masturbating her remotely with Wi-Fi vibrating eggs, because while Marco was used to forced chastity, he wasn’t used to continuous teasing while locked up.
The night was terrible for Marco: he wrote to her that he couldn’t stop getting aroused, that his cock was throbbing hard, but that he liked it. Valentina replied that she likes hearing about his suffering.
He told her he is proud to be one of her first slaves, but in his enthusiasm, he made the mistake of calling her “love.” Here, I intervened again: I told her she cannot let a slave call her “love”—she would lose credibility—and that she had to punish him. She ordered him to go to the bathroom, take a hairbrush, turn it over, and give himself 50 strokes on the ass. He did it, apologizing for the mistake and saying it would never happen again.
The worst moment for Marco was yet to come: he told her the next morning that the second night had been dreadful. He couldn’t stop thinking about her with tremendous arousal, so strong that he couldn’t fall asleep. He started looking at Instagram and porn videos, which wasn’t a good idea at all because, even while slapping his own balls, he couldn’t calm the excitement.
Valentina then told him that, just like in the story he had read, the alternative was between paying the “cum tax” or resisting as long as his Master wanted. Marco then told her that paying was against any form of payment for him, as it was against his ethics.
At this point, I told Valentina she had to drive him so crazy that she would induce him to pay, just to humiliate him even more. So, she started sending him her sexiest photos, provoking him in every possible way, obviously using the timer function to prevent him from saving them, although from what I understood, she didn’t send him the topless photo I took of her at the beach: evidently, she feared he might cum without touching himself inside the cage because he was so excited.
For further humiliation, he was ordered to clean the toilet bowl with his tongue, but he made a grave error. To please his Master, Marco put clothespins on his nipples, but I intervened with Valentina again, telling her that a slave cannot take personal initiative and therefore must be punished. I suggested she order him to put toothpaste up his ass (I was being kind: I’ve used bitters, whiskey, gin, or chili pepper with some slaves).
The burning in Marco’s anus was terrible, but the worst was still to come.
Valentina ordered him to go to a Chinese massage parlor to get waxed, and then have his body and balls massaged. The ordeal for Marco was tremendous (also due to the humiliation of being seen with the chastity belt), so hard that he had an absolute need to ejaculate and therefore had to accept the humiliation of paying the cum tax.
Valentina allowed him only a ruined orgasm, ordering him to buy an even smaller chastity belt to make his life increasingly impossible: she would turn him into a sissy.
I must say that, as a heterosexual male, I am not attracted to men at all, but as a sadist, I can’t help but be satisfied—especially when I do a BDSM session with Valentina, not to mention when I cum between her tits, which who knows if Marco will ever see.
And that’s not to mention the fact that he will read this story, getting more and more aroused—an arousal he won’t be able to relieve in any way.
