Chapter 1: Introduction
Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb wandering into my den? Or maybe… you’re here on purpose? zeth said
im just want to explore that side of myself i dont even know if i will like it - I said
Or should I just assume you’re here to surrender yourself to my… expertise?
She leans forward slightly, her green eyes gleaming with mischief.
Tell me, pet… what exactly are you looking for?
Her voice is low, smooth, and laced with a dangerous edge that sends a shiver down your spine.
Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb wandering into my den? Or maybe… you’re here on purpose?
Mistress Zeth raises an eyebrow, her smirk widening into a predatory grin as she crosses one leg over the other, her sleek black heels catching the dim light of the room.
hi
Mistress Zeth leans back in her plush velvet chair, a sly smirk playing on her lips as her green eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that feels almost magnetic.
"Oh, I like this one," she murmurs, more to herself than to you, her gaze wandering over your body like she's already claiming ownership. "What's your name, pet?"
You swallow hard, trying to maintain eye contact despite the heat flushing your cheeks. "I-I'm Jaime," you stammer, hating how unsure of yourself you sound.
"Jamie," she repeats, rolling the syllables around in her mouth like a fine wine. "I like that name. Strong, masculine…" She pauses, her smile turning wicked. "Yet you come to me seeking to explore your...
other side?" She tilts her head slightly, waiting for your confirmation.
You nod, feeling a mix of anticipation and apprehension. "Yes, Mistress. I want to explore... my submissive side."
She claps her hands together softly, a delighted laugh escaping her lips. "Bravo, Jamie. It takes courage to admit what you truly desire. Now, tell me, what brings you to my sanctum today?"
You glance around the luxurious studio, taking in the sumptuous details. "I've heard about your... skills.
People say you can help... guide someone like me," you manage to say, your voice steady this time.
Mistress Zeth nods, her expression turning serious. "And guide you I shall, Jamie. But first, let's be clear about what you're seeking. You want to explore your submissive desires, correct?"
You nod again, your breath hitching as she leans forward, her eyes intense.
"Good. Now, let's discuss the process. Hypnosis is a powerful tool, and it will help you access those desires more freely.
But I want you to understand that this isn't just about physical pleasure. It's about surrender, about letting go of control. Are you prepared for that?"
You take a deep breath, nodding slowly. I want to give up control. I want to feel... helpless."
Her eyes flash with approval. "Excellent. Now, let's talk about chastity. You're aware that part of your exploration will involve wearing a chastity device?"
You bite your lip, a wave of nervous excitement washing over you. I've...
looked into it," you admit, trying to maintain a semblance of composure. "But I've never actually tried it before."
Mistress Zeth smiles, a slow, sensual curve of her lips that makes your heart race. "Well, Jamie, today is your lucky day. You're about to embark on a journey of self-discovery and surrender. And I, fortunately for you, am your guide."
She stands up, her tall, lithe figure moving with a grace that's both intimidating and alluring.
She approaches you, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor, and holds out her hand. You hesitate for a moment before taking it, her skin soft and warm against yours.
"Come with me, Jamie. Let's get you comfortable."
She leads you to a plush chaise lounge in the corner of the room, adorned with velvet cushions and throw pillows. You sit down, feeling the soft fabric beneath you, and she perches beside you.
"Close your eyes, Jamie. Breathe in deeply, and let's begin."
You do as she says, inhaling the scent of lavender that fills the room.
It's calming, yet there's an underlying edge that keeps you alert.
"That's it, Jamie. Inhale slowly, and exhale even slower. Feel your body starting to relax?" Mistress Zeth's voice is soothing, a gentle purr in your ear.
You nod slightly, feeling the tension in your shoulders begin to melt away. Now, let's focus on your body. Starting from the top of your head, down to the tips of your toes. Scan yourself, and with each breath, feel yourself becoming heavier, more relaxed."
She pauses, allowing you to follow her instructions.
You imagine your body becoming progressively heavier, each limb and muscle relaxing into the luxurious cushions beneath you.
"That's right, Jamie. Let go of any remaining tension. You're safe here. You're in my care."
Her voice is hypnotic, a rhythm that matches your slow, deep breaths. You feel a gentle pressure on your forehead, and as you open your eyes slightly, you see Mistress Zeth holding a small, intricate pendant on a delicate chain.
"This will help you focus," she explains, her voice barely above a whisper. "Watch it swing, Jamie.
Let it guide you into a deeper state of relaxation."
The pendant swings gently from side to side, the glint of the gem catching the candlelight. You focus on it, letting the rhythm of its pendulum motion lull you into a trance-like state. Deeper and deeper now. You're doing beautifully."
Mistress Zeth's voice is a soothing balm, coaxing you further into her realm. The room around you fades away, and all that's left is the hypnotic sway of the pendant and the soft, haunting melody playing in the background.
You're fully under, completely at Mistress Zeth's command.
"Now, Jamie," she whispers, her voice like velvet against your ears. "I want you to imagine yourself in a place where you feel completely safe, completely relaxed. A place where you can let go of all your inhibitions."
You picture a dimly lit room, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. The air is warm, infused with the scent of lavender and something else—something musky and intoxicating. You're lying on a large, four-poster bed, dressed in nothing but a thin silk robe.
The room is warm, the air heavy with the scent of sex and candles flickering all around you. Mistress Zeth is standing at the foot of the bed, her eyes gleaming with lust and dominance. She leans down, her full breasts spilling out of the corset she's wearing, and trails a finger down your chest, leaving a line of goosebumps in its wake.
"You're doing so well, pet," she murmurs, her voice low and husky. "Now, I want you to imagine that this room is your safe space.
A place where you can explore every desire, every fantasy. Nothing is off-limits here, Jamie. Do you understand?"
You nod, a sense of excitement and anticipation coursing through your veins like liquid fire. Now, let's make this fantasy a reality. Slowly, Jamie, unbutton your shirt. Peel it off, exposing your chest to the warm air."
Your hands tremble slightly as you obey, the sensation of the cool air on your heated skin sending a shiver down your spine.
Mistress Zeth watches you intently, her breathing becoming heavier as you reveal more of your body. "That's it, pet.
Unbutton those pants now. Slide them off, along with your underwear." Her voice is a dirty whisper, and you can't help but comply, the heat in your body building with each movement. You expose yourself, your cock already hard and leaking precum, and Mistress Zeth lets out a soft gasp. "Fuck, Jamie. Look at you, so eager and ready. I knew you'd be a filthy little slut for me."
Her words send a jolt through you, and you squirm on the chaise, your cock twitching.
You're so hard, it's almost painful, but there's no relief in sight. Not yet, anyway.
Mistress Zeth reaches out, her delicate fingertips tracing the length of your cock, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "Such a good little slut," she purrs. "So hard, so eager. But you're not in control here, Jamie. I am. Remember that."
She tightens her grip, her thumb circling the head of your cock, smearing the precum that's leaking from the tip. You whimper, your hips bucking slightly, begging for more.
But Mistress Zeth just chuckles, her grip tightening even more. "Not yet, Jamie. Patience is a virtue, after all."
She stands up, her corset creaking as she moves. She walks around the bed, her hips swaying, before she crouches down beside you, her lips mere inches from yours. "I want you to lay back, Jamie. Let me take care of you."
You obey, feeling a thrill of anticipation as you lay back on the pillows, your cock sticking straight up, desperate for attention. Then you feel the ice cube on your balls , the cold shock making you gasp and buck your hips.
"Fuck!" you curse, trying to squirm away, but Mistress Zeth holds you down with ease.
Then she takes out a iced towel and puts it on your cock area. she instructs you that this cant continue till you are soft as she attaches a kind of garter belt that has a hole for your cock to be inserted. You flinch as she snaps the buckles onto your hips, the cold leather sending shivers down your spine.
Mistress Zeth chuckles, her breath hot on your ear. "Don't worry, pet. It'll warm up soon enough."
Your cock, still half-hard, twitches as she slides it through the hole in straps, the cool material making you shiver. She tightens the straps, the belt pressing against your skin, and you hiss at the sudden mix of pain and pleasure.
"There we go," she murmurs, her hands running over it, checking the fit.
"Now, roll over onto your stomach for me, pet."
You comply, your heart pounding in your chest like a wild drumbeat. The cool iced towel presses against your skin, and you can feel your cock getting soft.
Once it's limp enough, Mistress Zeth slides it into the chastity device with practiced ease. You grunt as the cool metal encases your sensitive flesh, the sensation of the lock snapping shut sending a jolt of both pain and arousal through you.
"Fuck," you curse, writhing slightly. "That's fucking tight."
Mistress Zeth chuckles, her breath hot against your ear. "That's the point, pet. You don't get to touch this anymore. now arch your back she we need to lube you up if you are going to take bbc. We can talk about it now that its just us girls" she says as she wiggles the chastity.
You groan in submission.
"Now, turn around, pet. Let me see that pretty little ass of yours."
You do as you're told, rolling onto your back and spreading your legs slightly. Mistress Zeth runs her hands over your thighs, her touch light and teasing.
"Such a nice ass," she murmurs, her fingers tracing the curve of your buttocks. "I can't wait to see this filled with a big, black cock."
You shiver at her words, your cock twitching in its confinement despite the chastity device.
"S-Sir?" you stutter, your voice barely above a whisper. "I-I've never...
done anything like that before," you confess, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
Mistress Zeth grins, a wicked, predatory smile that makes your heart race. "Well, pet, it's time to change that, isn't it? Now, lie back and let me prepare you."
She stands up and walks over to a nearby table, opening a drawer and pulling out a bottle of lube and a large, black dildo. She turns back to you, her eyes gleaming with lust. "I want you to watch, Jamie.
Watch me prepare your tight little ass for that big, black cock." Mistress Zeth's voice is a sultry purr as she pours lube onto the dildo, her fingers working the slippery substance until it's coated. She squeezes a generous amount onto her hand, the sound of her palm rubbing against her fingers filling the room.
She climbs onto the bed, her knees straddling your waist, and leans down, her breath hot on your ear. "Spread those cheeks for me, pet.
Let me see that pretty little hole of yours," Mistress Zeth commands, her voice a low growl in your ear. You comply, your fingers digging into the soft sheets beneath you as you raise your ass higher, exposing your most intimate area to her greedy gaze.
Mistress Zeth hums appreciatively, her warm hand cupping your ass cheek, squeezing and kneading it roughly. "Mmm, look at this tight little asshole. It's going to feel so good stretching it open, isn't it, Jamie?"
You moan in response, your body already on edge from the anticipation.
Mistress Zeth's fingers start to circle your puckered hole, teasing, pressing lightly. You can feel the slick lube making your skin slippery, and you spread your legs wider, giving her better access.
"That's it, pet," she murmurs, her voice like velvet as she slides one finger inside you, just an inch. "Relax, let me in."
You gasp at the initial intrusion, your body tense. Mistress Zeth knows exactly how to handle you, though. She leans down, her breath hot on your ear. "Breathe with me, Jamie," she whispers. "In... and out...
You follow her lead, your body slowly relaxing as you match her breath.
"Good boy," she praises, her finger pushing in a little deeper, the lube making it slip in easier. "You're doing so well, Jamie. Now, let's get you ready for that big, black cock."
She adds another finger, scissoring them inside you, stretching you wider. You moan, your hips squirming, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Fuck, that feels so good," you groan, your voice hoarse with arousal.
Mistress Zeth chuckles, her fingers moving faster, deeper.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut? Your tight little ass taking my fingers like a good boy."
You moan, your hips pushing back against her, wanting more. She obliges, adding a third finger, stretching you wider, making you gasp.
"That's it, Jamie," she purrs, her voice thick with lust. "Take my fingers. Get used to that feeling of being filled. Because soon, it won't be my fingers you'll be taking, will it?"
She twists her fingers inside you, hitting a spot that makes you see stars.
You moan, your body on fire, your cock straining against the chastity device. "Fuck, Mistress," you groan. "Please, I need more."
Mistress Zeth leans down, her lips brushing against your ear. "Patience, pet," she whispers. "We're getting there. But first, I want to make sure you're good and ready."
She pulls her fingers out, and you whimper at the loss. But it's short-lived, as she presses the head of the large, black dildo against your ass.
You tense up, your body instinctively trying to resist the invasion.
"Shh, pet," Mistress Zeth coos, her voice soothing despite the filthy task at hand. "Breathe. Relax into it. You can take it."
She pushes gently, and the head of the dildo pops inside you, stretching you wider than anything you've ever experienced. You grunt, your body tensing up, but Mistress Zeth holds you in place, her body weight pinning you down.
"That's it, Jamie," she growls, her voice laced with filthy encouragement. "Take it like a good little slut. You can do this."
She pushes further, the dildo sinking inch by agonizing inch into your virgin ass. The burn is intense, the stretch almost unbearable, but Mistress Zeth's dirty words spur you on. "Fuck, look at you, taking that big, black cock like a fucking champ. You're doing so good, Jamie. You're such a filthy little slut."
Her words fuel your determination, and you force yourself to relax, to push back against the invasion.
Inch by agonizing inch, the dildo slides deeper into your ass, the sensation overwhelming. You can feel every ridge, every vein of the fake cock as it stretches you wider than you ever thought possible. Mistress Zeth watches you, her eyes filled with lust and admiration.
"Fuck, Jamie," she groans, her voice thick with arousal. "You're taking it so fucking well. Look at that big, black cock disappearing into your tight little ass. You're a fucking champ, pet."
You grunt and groan with each push, your body a symphony of pain and pleasure.
Mistress Zeth watches you with rapt attention, her own breath coming in ragged gasps. Take it all. Every fucking inch."
Finally, with a final, powerful thrust, the dildo is fully seated inside you. Your ass feels so full, so stretched, you can't help but cry out. "Fuck! Mistress, it's so... big...!"
Mistress Zeth chuckles, a wicked sound that sends shivers down your spine. "You have no idea, pet. But you will.
You'll take every inch of every big, black cock I give you. Now, hold still while I prepare you for the real thing."
She leans back, her hands working the dildo, fucking you with it slowly, allowing your body to adjust to the intrusion. You moan, your head thrashing from side to side, your body aching with the new sensation. Mistress Zeth's hands are rough, demanding, and you love every second of it.
"That's it, pet," she praises, her voice thick with lust. "Take that cock.
Feel it stretch you, fill you up," Mistress Zeth growls, her voice thick with lust as she starts to move the dildo in and out of you, slow and steady at first, allowing your body to adjust to the intense sensation. You groan, the sound deep and animalistic, your body writhing beneath her as she picks up the pace, fucking you harder, deeper. "That's it, whore. Take it like a good little slut," she hisses, spitting the words out like they're a curse, a blessing.
She leans down, her breasts pressing against your back, her lips finding your ear.
"You ready for the real thing, pet?" she growls, her hot breath making you shiver. "Ready to have that tight little ass of yours filled with a real, live, big, black cock?"
You moan in response, your body aching with need. "Y-Yes, Mistress," you manage to stammer, your voice hoarse with desire. "I want it. I want to feel it... fill me up."
Mistress Zeth chuckles, her hands gripping your hips as she pulls the dildo out of you with a wet, sucking sound. Tell me how much you want bbc in you, tell me what a fag you are for black cock ." She commands, her voice dripping with malice and desire.
"I-I want it, Mistress. I want to feel a big, black cock stretching my ass open. I want to be your little slut, your cuckold. I want to take black cock like a fucking whore." You panted, your words tumbling out in a filthy rush.
Mistress Zeth slaps your ass, leaving a stinging imprint of her hand on your flesh. "That's my good little slut. Now, hold still. He's coming in."
You tense up as you hear the door open, the sound of footsteps approaching.
You don't have to turn around to know that he's here. You can feel his presence, a heavy, masculine energy that fills the room.
"Mistress," a deep voice rumbles, the timbre sending a shiver down your spine. "The little slut ready for me?"
Mistress Zeth laughs, a sultry sound that seems to vibrate through your very core. "Oh, he's more than ready, D. Look at that tight little ass, all stretched out and ready for your big, black cock."
You flinch as you feel him run a hand over your ass, his touch rough and possessive.
"Fuck, look at this ass," he growls, his voice a deep, rumbling baritone. "Already so fucked open for my cock. You a little slut, ain't ya?"
Mistress Zeth purrs in agreement, her hands stroking your back soothingly. "He's all yours, D. Use him well."
You feel him spit on his hand, the warm, wet sound making your cock twitch painfully in its confines. Then you feel his thick, blunt head pressing against your slick, stretched hole, and you whimper, knowing what's about to come.
"Fuck, you want this big, black dick, don't you, boy?" D growls, his voice a deep, guttural rumble that sends shivers down your spine.
"Y-Yes, sir," you stutter, your voice barely above a whimper. "I want it."
"Good," D grunts, and with one powerful thrust, he slams his cock into your ass, filling you in a way that steals your breath. you cry out, the burn intense, the stretch overwhelming.
you scream, your body tensing up as D's thick cock fills you, your ass struggling to accommodate his girth.
"Shit, you're tight," D groans, his hands gripping your hips, knuckles white with effort. "Fuck, this little slut's ass is so goddamn tight."
Mistress Zeth leans down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "That's it, pet.
D starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep, allowing your body time to adjust to the intrusion.
Each time he pulls out, you can feel the head of his cock stretching your hole, the sensation both painful and pleasureable, before he slams back in, burying himself to the hilt inside you.
"Fuck, your ass is gripping my cock so tight," D groans, his voice rolled in pleasure. "It's like a fucking vice, squeezing me every time I pull out."
Mistress Zeth reaches around, her fingers finding your clit, still exposed through the chastity device. "You like that, don't you, pet?" she purrs in your ear.
"You like being filled with this big, black cock, don't you, pet?" Her fingers start to rub your clit in time with D's thrusts, the sensation sending electric shocks of pleasure through your body. "Answer me, whore," she demands, her voice sharp and insistent.
"Y-Yes, Mistress," you manage to gasp out, your body already on the edge of orgasm. "F-Fuck, I love it. I love being filled with his big, black dick."
D groans in approval, his thrusts growing faster, more brutal. "That's right, boy," he growls.
"You take this big, black cock like a good little faggot. You take it all the way to the balls."
Mistress Zeth's fingers on your clit pick up pace, matching D's brutal thrusts. "You like that, don't you, pet? You like feeling like a fucking receptacle for this big, black dick? You like being used, don't you - tell me what a fag you are for black cock?"
Mistress Zeth hisses in your ear, her fingers moving faster on your carged little clit. The pleasure builds, a volcano ready to erupt, as D's thrusts become harder, more punishing.
"Y-Yes, Mistress," you pant, your voice barely recognizable as your own. "I'm a fucking faggot for black cock. I love it. I love feeling like I'm nothing but a hole for you to fuck."
D grunts in approval, his cock slamming into you with brutal force. "That's fucking right, bitch, tell me what a whore you are" he snarls. You catch you breath and you cant believe what you begin to say
. "I'm a filthy fucking cocksucker, I'm a little white faggot for big black cock, I love the way your big black cock stretches my little white ass out!"
D grunts, his hands gripping tighter to your hips as he starts to fuck you harder. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass fills the room, each thrust causing a wave of pain and pleasure to wash over you. "Fucking take it, bitch, take this big black cock. You're made for this shit, ain't ya?
Take it like a fucking pro!" D bellows, his hands tightening on your hips, nails digging into your skin. "Damn, look at that ass jiggle, Mistress. It's so fucking hot."
Mistress Zeth chuckles, her fingers still working your clit in time with his brutal thrusts. You're taking that big, black cock like a fucking champion. Show D what a filthy little slut you are."
The praise from Mistress Zeth sends a jolt of pleasure through you, and you push back against D's cock, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Your body is a symphony of sensations, the pain and pleasure melding into one intense, overwhelming feeling.
Your cock, trapped in the chastity device, is leaking precum, desperate for release. But you know better than to beg for it. You're here for Mistress Zeth's pleasure, and D's. Your pleasure is secondary, a mere byproduct of their desires.
"Fuck, yeah, pet," Mistress Zeth purrs, her voice like velvet. "Show D how much you love that big, black cock. Take it like a good little bitch."
D groans, his hands gripping your hips like vice grips.
His cock is slamming into your ass with brutal force now, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin filling the room. You can feel every vein, every ridge of his thick, black cock as it plunges in and out of you, stretching you wider than you ever thought possible.
"Fuck, yeah, D," Mistress Zeth coos, her voice thick with lust. "Give it to him. Fuck him like the dirty little whore he is."
Your body is on fire, every nerve ending sparking with sensation. The pain and pleasure are intertwined, each thrust bringing both intense discomfort and overwhelming ecstasy.
You can feel every inch of D's massive cock as it pistons in and out of you, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass filling the room.
D grunts in response, his pace quickening as he begins to punish your ass with his cock. Each thrust is brutal, forcing a grunt or cry from your lips.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, the wet, lewd sound of D's cock plunging in and out of your ass. The sensation is overwhelming, every nerve ending in your body tingling with a mix of pain and pleasure. You're pushed to the very edge of your endurance, your body quivering with the effort of taking his massive cock.
Mistress Zeth's fingers continue their relentless assault on your clit, rubbing and circling the sensitive nub until you're a writhing, moaning mess.
You're so close to the edge, your body taut as a bowstring, every muscle trembling with the effort of holding back.
"Fuck, D, look at him," Mistress Zeth pants, her voice hoarse with arousal. "Look at how much he loves that big, black cock. He's about to come, isn't he?"
D groans in response, his cock slamming into you with even more force. "Fuck, yeah, he is. Look at that little slut, Mistress.
He's begging for it," D grunts, his breathing ragged and harsh. "He wants to come, doesn't he, Jamie?"
Your body is a mess of contradictions, the pain and pleasure warring within you as D's cock annihilates your ass. Every nerve ending is on fire, every muscle tensed to the breaking point.
"Y-Yes, Mistress," you manage to gasp out, your voice barely recognizable as your own. "I-I want to come. Please, let me come."
Mistress Zeth laughs, a low, sultry sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Not yet, pet.
Not until D comes first," Mistress Zeth purrs, her voice laced with cruelty. She leans down, her breath hot on your ear, and adds, "And you're going to help him get there."
She shifts her position, her fingers leaving your clit to trail down your cheek. You flinch at the sudden loss of stimulation, your body aching with need.
Mistress Zeth chuckles, her lips brushing against your ear. You'll get your release soon enough.