Objectified! Scene with Mistress Lynne

Submitted by Julian Dalton

Checked into The Corrupt Cell

As I, julian, stand in the center of the opulently decorated dungeon suite, I feel the weight of Mistress Lynne's gaze upon me. Her eyes, like polished onyx, gleam with an unnerving intensity as She surveys me, Her gaze lingering on the chastity device that confines my cock. I can smell the deep purple incense wafting through the air, heavy with the scent of submission and surrender.

Mistress Lynne's voice is like a velvet-wrapped knife, cutting through my defenses with ease. "You will be My footstool today, julian," She says, Her words dripping with disdain. "You will sit at My feet, and you will remain there, silently, until I deem it fit to acknowledge you." She gestures to a nearby cushion, and I feel a surge of shame as I realize I am to be used as nothing more than a piece of furniture.

As I sink to the floor, my mind begins to spiral downward, consumed by the crushing weight of Mistress Lynne's authority. I am nothing more than a plaything, a toy to be used and discarded at Her whim. The chastity device that confines my cock seems to tighten, a stark symbol of the control Mistress Lynne wields over my body, my pleasure, and my wallet.

Mistress Lynne settles into the nearby throne-like chair, Her eyes never leaving mine as She lifts Her feet onto my back. I feel the weight of Her gaze, the pressure of Her feet, and I am consumed by a sense of objectification. I am nothing more than a piece of furniture, a mere object to be used and discarded.

As the hours pass, Mistress Lynne uses me as a table, balancing plates on my back while She eats. She adds a book, then another, stacking them carefully on my torso until the weight presses down on my ribs. "Good furniture doesn't complain," She says, settling back to read. I feel my muscles burning from the effort of holding still, my arms staying pinned at my sides, my legs spread wide as instructed.

When She grows bored of reading, Mistress Lynne stands and walks across my body, her feet stepping deliberately on my stomach, my chest, my thighs. Each footfall leaves marks on my skin. She positions Herself above my face, her pussy hovering just inches from my mouth.

"Open," She commands. I extend my tongue upward, seeking her heat. She lowers Herself onto my face, grinding against my mouth while I struggle to breathe through my nose. My tongue works desperately, licking and sucking as She uses me for her pleasure.

Mistress Lynne rides my face until She comes, her juices coating my chin and cheeks. She remains seated on my face for several minutes afterward, enjoying the way my body twitches beneath her weight.

As the afternoon drags on, I serve as various pieces of furniture - a chair for her to sit on while she works at her desk, a shelf for her to stack magazines, even a footrest while she watches television. Each new position requires me to hold perfectly still, my muscles burning from the effort.

By evening, my body is covered in marks from her feet, my skin bearing the imprint of every object she's placed on me. Mistress Lynne finally allows me to collapse, though She makes me remain on the floor beside her chair as She eats dinner, occasionally dropping scraps for me to eat from the ground.

As I lie there, I feel a twisted sense of freedom. A freedom to surrender, to submit, to offer myself completely to Mistress Lynne's unforgiving desires. I know that I will do anything, anything at all, to satisfy Mistress Lynne's desires. The cost of being owned by Mistress Lynne is a bargain I'm more than happy to make, even if it means draining my bank account of hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Mistress Lynne's voice cuts through the haze, Her words echoing in my mind. "The tribute I demand of you is fifty thousand dollars, a price you willingly pay for the privilege of serving Me." I feel a surge of desperation, a desire to please Mistress Lynne, to offer Her everything I have in the hopes of gaining a fleeting moment of relief. And I know, in that moment, that I will do anything, anything at all, to satisfy Mistress Lynne's desires.