It was a posh setting. Salvatore Andrietti had reserved only the best for his thirty year wedding anniversary dinner. The finest of crystal and china adorned the elegantly set table. Violins played softly in the background. All of his family and friends were gathered to celebrate with him. This should be one of the happiest days of his life but strangely it all seems to go on about him like a film that he is viewing.

His wife of thirty years now, glitters in the candle light, diamonds and emeralds adorning her, spuring the envious glances from her friends. Only the best for Rose, but a wry smile crosses Salvatore's lips. Today, however, she wasn’t getting the best from him. Far from it, that belonged to most important woman in his life. Mistress.

He had received a note yesterday. A note delivered to him at his offices that read simply.  "Happy Anniversary, I will expect you at the usual time."It was odd to receive a SUMMONING. After ten years of visits he had never received on before. so this definitely piqued his curiosity.

What could LadyFriday have in mind? And how did She know it was his anniversary? He had shared a lot about himself over the years but couldn’t recall mentioning this. But then Mistress had surprised him many times over the years.

Some distant cousin was droning on in a toast about the longevity of marriage, letting Sally's mind slip back to earlier today.

He has always enjoyed the time that he has spent in the company of his talented Mistress. Over the years she had led him down roads that he had thought he would never go down.Forced bi- sexuality, panty wearing, extended and intensive bondage were just a few of the things she had introduced. But today was even more intimate and intense. Today she had marked him as Hers.

Arriving he folded his clothes as he had been trained to do. Placing them neatly in a pile in the cubby marked 'S'.He has wondered. does Mistress have any other slaves with names that start with “S”? But then he remembers that Mistress often gives her pets names of Her choosing. Dropping to his knees with his collar in his mouth he crawled into the main dungeon chamber. With his eyes cast down he moves into the center of the room where he had been trained to wait to be acknowledged.

The floor was warm from the sunlight streaming into the stained glass windows. Casting strange and fanciful shadows on the cross and bondage table with whom he was on very familiar terms. It didnt take long before he heard the welcome sound of his Mistress's boots across the hard wood floor. Fine black leather heels were all he could see in this position but he had learned better than to peer up at Mistress without permission.

"Happy Anniversary sally!" Mistress's voice never failed to make him melt inside, sliding across his senses like warm caramel, sticky and hard to shake. "I called you over to share with you My great happiness with your Wedding Anniversary today." Long slender fingers slid into his hair. Weaving and pulling his head back so that She could see the object of her conversation.

Sal couldn’t control the smile that immediately came with the sight of his Mistress Lady Friday. Resplendent in black leather , as is Her preference, She stood wearing a full length black corset dress that hugged her ample rounded frame. Black painted toenails peeked out of her impossibly high heeled pumps and as always Her sensuous full mouth a scarlet slash. Her brown eyes twinkled with delight, like a child with a toy they are eager to share.

Reaching down Mistress ensnared his right nipple between her long fingernails. Twisting and pulling it to painful erection. Flicking her now throbbing bit of torment over and over until Sally could only sway with the waves of anguish and ecstasy. Taking his collar from his mouth Mistress placed it around his neck. Locking it on and placing the key in Her locket that nestles perfectly between her glorious globes. Pulling the leash attached she led him to the stockade in the far corner of the room.

Putting him in it, Mistress slowly locked him down into the metal prison. Ankles and wrists secured completely, placing him in a kneeling position. The feelings of helplessness that washes over him when so vulnerable start him shivering. Trying to guess what Mistress would start with today, sally peered around, looking to see what implement Mistress might be assessing.

"No toys needed today sally." Lady Friday stepped up behind him, looming like a black bird of war in her leathers. Sliding on longer than usual latex gloves, sally recalled she referred to these as her fisting gloves. Eyes wide and shocked, sally could only gaze back in astonishment. Watching helpless as she pulled on the long gloves and fitted her elegant fingers into the tight fitting latex sleeve. Fear took him for a sec, as he felt the probing of her slender fingers. They were slender yes but were they small enough to fit inside him? All of them?
Mistress had fucked him with many toys. Dildos and plugs both had filled him. Once she had even played a rather wicked trivia game with an inflatable plug.( That's another tale faithful reader.) But she had never attempted to insert her entire hand into his ass. NEVER. Of course he had seen pics of fistings but had always thought himself safe from such play. He was one of his Mistress's treasured pets. He had done nothing to deserve punishment. Or had he?

Sally started blurting out apologies about whatever offense he had done to deserve this. Begging his Mistress's forgiveness at his stupid blunderings. Reminding Her how he was pathetic and bound to offend by the simple fact of his gender assignment.

Mistress's gaze met his in the mirror and he quieted. " you have done nothing wrong. I am doing this for the same reason I do everything, because I want to." With that she slid two fingers inside him. Filling him so quickly it made his head spin. Mindlessly he began the humping of his hips. Moving with her penetration, encouraging Her by pushing back towards her now plundering fingers. Slick with lube they moved against his prostate. Circling, teasing him, sending him into a frenzy of sensation. 

Moans escape his lips, Hers now, Her slut, Her bitch. None of the somewhat shady characters in sally's employ or acquaintance would ever believe this could be him. Bent over and cock dripping from the slow and deliberate finger fucking Mistress was administering. "you love being My bitch don’t you sally?"Mistress asks him. "you know every time you come to Me that I will emasculate and turn you into My little faggot piggy but you come running don’t you slut?"

sally's face turned bright red in the mirror. Looking at his reflection while Mistress torments him verbally is particularly mortifying as he cant not control the now spasmic jerking of his hips from her finger fucking. He feels the wave of heat building and pleads for mercy."I will cum Mistress I cant help it!" he screams...
He has learned very well what cumming without permission brings and he doesn’t revel in the taste of his own urine....

Still looking into his eyes Lady Friday works the third finger inside his now tightly stretched asshole. Slowly working them in deeper and deeper. Stretching him wider and wider, preparing him for the next finger to come.

' Time folds on its self and sally can only recall the torrent of sensations as he is forced to accept each of Lady Friday's five fingers into his ass. He is drenched with sweat and eyes glazed over. "The last one whore, I will be inside you completely then." sally doubts the ability of his ass to take anything more but relaxes to accept his Mistress inside. Hearing her words of praise and encouragement allow him to relax completely and take her thumb, the final digit remaining.

Naturally Her hand is forced into the fist position and he feels Her fist inside him. He pulsates around her. The slightest flexing of her inside sending endorphins screaming through his mind. sally fears he may pass out, but knows he will be safe in his Mistress's capable hands.

"sally!" Her voice calls him back. Focusing he sees her behind him still in the mirror, one hand still lodged within him, but he can’t quite make out what she has in the other....

In his fog, sally wonders if he did indeed pass out of a sec because he has no idea what Mistress could have in Her hand. It is slender, which is probably good he thinks. Doesnt look too big at all, just a red glowing little head......

"OH MY GOD MIS.....!!!!" Before sally could even finish Lady Friday took the brand and placed it on the underside of his right ass cheek. As she did she whispered the words he had been conditioned to understand were his words of release, "Show Me how much you lust for Me pig." And he exploded. Seeing stars and feeling his spine drain out of his asshole with Mistress's fingers sliding out, sally burst into tears. The pain from the brand was like a star touching his exposed white ass. Searing it with some mark of Her choosing of course. What had She done to him?

Lady Friday was busy releasing him from the stockade and helping him to the floor. Allowing him to curl up next to Her leather covered legs.

"Do you want to know what it says?" Tear-filled eyes blink at Her. Drinking in Her presence, Her scent Her aura, "yes Mistress, what did you mark your slave with. it thanks you from the bottom of its heart."
"My name of course," her laughter is like bells and tickles along the edges of his mind. Shifting Her hair she shows him the Asian symbol for Friday she has tattooed on the back of her neck. "Now you wear it too."

"Yes Mistress thank you."

"What? Mistress? What are you talking about Sally baby?" Rose's high pitched voice jerked Sally back to reality. Glancing around Sally saw everyone was looking at him expectantly, holding a glass of champagne. “Some nice woman just sent our party a bottle to toast us. Isn’t that just wonderful!. I am so lucky to be married to such an important man."

Kissing his wife's cheek Sally caught the glimpse of a rounded ass he would know anywhere leaving the room. She wouldn’t have. Would She? The hot sear from low on his hip reminded him she most certainly would and would continue to......

Finis

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