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Cracking the Whip	By : cleverkinkster Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 40294 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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Chapter 7: The Connection
A/N: So sorry about how long it's been. I was away from home for quite some time.
            “All ready, Mistress,” said Shinji cheerfully as he crawled into the room. It might seem ridiculous, but he couldn’t help but swagger a bit as he crawled. He was feeling damn good about himself, better than he had felt in a very long time. The emotional turmoil caused by Misato’s ‘lesson’ was all-but-forgotten. Watching his Mistress cum, knowing that he was the one responsible… it felt better than he could have imagined.
            “Good boy,” Misato said, making Shinji smile. The endearment was a little humiliating, but that aspect was dwarfed by the peculiar-but-pleasant fluttering sensation he felt in his chest every time she said it. He noticed that the woman had pulled her futon box out from its usual place against the wall and looked at her curiously. She had changed from her kinky black outfit into a simple cotton (but still damn sexy) nightie.
            “What’s going on, Ma’am?” he asked.
            “Well,” the violet-haired woman began, “I’ve just been preparing your sleeping arrangements for tonight.” She grabbed a bundle of rope and began measuring it out into segments roughly a meter long. Shinji gulped as he started to put the pieces together.
            “You… want me in the box, don’t you?” Shinji’s voice was pure resignation. He was starting to get that
            The domme smiled cheerfully and nodded. “Clever boy.”
            “And you want to tie me up, too?”
            Misato nodded again, making Shinji sigh. At least I’ll get to sleep in the same room as her, he thought.
            Shinji offered no resistance as his Mistress bound his hands together behind his back and then lowered him face down into the box. It was a tight fit: the box was too short for him to fully stretch his legs out, so he had to fold them up behind him. This turned out to be intentional on Misato’s part as it made it easy for her to bind his ankles together and attach the rope to the one binding his hands, putting him into a loose but still constricting hogtie. He tried to look up at her, but could barely lift his chin off the floor of the box.
            “How’s that, boy?”
            “Comfy,” he replied sarcastically.
            “Don’t be stupid, slave. Tell me: do you think you can sleep like that?”
            Shinji squirmed for a moment, trying to find a more comfortable position. The hard bottom of the box pressed uncomfortably against his ribcage, and he had a feeling that it would only get worse. “I don’t know,” he said at last. He couldn’t see it, but he just knew that Misato shrugged.
            “Well it’s all the same to me. Just don’t make any noises. Oh!” the woman exclaimed before quickly scurrying from the room. She soon returned, and Shinji felt something land on his back. “Can’t let little Shinji go without his teddy bear,” she said mockingly and the boy burned with humiliation as he realized she again expected him to sleep with the ‘Violator’.
            “Night night, pet,” the domme chimed as she let the lid of the chest slam shut with a startling bang. There were two handle slits on both ends of the chest that let some light and air in but were too high up for Shinji to see out of. He quickly tired of craning his neck up and did his best to find a comfortable position. The tie wasn’t too uncomfortable now, but he knew it would probably get worse as the night wore on. So his best chance at sleep was to do it before his bonds got too painful. Fortunately he was so drained from the day’s events that not long after the lights went off and Misato settled comfortably into the covers of her futon, he slipped into a light slumber.
-Misato’s POV-
            Her first waking thought was that she wanted to murder the inventor of the alarm clock; her second was that she badly needed a beer. As she climbed out from under the blankets and vowed revenge against whoever scheduled a meeting at such an ungodly hour, she considered letting her pet out of his box. He was surely awake, and probably in no small amount of agony as his muscles stiffened and cramped from being denied movement. She yawned and decided that beer was more important.
            It was a pleasantly buzzed Misato who finally took mercy on the boy and freed him from the box. As she watched him stretch and slowly work the kinks out of his sore arms and legs, she desperately wanted to have a little playtime with his nubile body, but she had a firm policy about mixing alcohol and kink, something her mentor had drilled into her many years ago. Plus she had no desire to get chewed out by Fuyutski for daring to show up late to a meeting about something as important as… whatever the fuck the meeting was about.
            She rushed Shinji and herself through the morning routine, showering together then sending Shinji off to make a quick breakfast while she got dressed. They made little conversation, as both were still just barely awake. Finally it was time for Misato to give him his assignment for the day.
            “Just because I’m not here doesn’t mean you get to slack off,” she said as she looped a piece of chain around his neck and padlocked it. Then, using him as a stepstool, she locked the other end to the fragile light fixture in his room. This way, he could break free in the event of an emergency, but it would be very evident if he did. She gave him his final instructions.
            “I’ve left just enough slack in that chain for you to move into all of the positions I taught you last night. For the next hour you are to practice moving from one position to another. Think of it as exercise.” She eyed him from head to toe. “I want to see you toned up a little more. You’re kinda scrawny. No offense.”
            The boy nodded, a little embarrassed at her frank appraisal. “And after that, Mistress?”
            “Two hours with my friend here.” She held up the dildo she had used on him the night before and a bottle of water-based lube. “Alternate. Ten minutes in your ass, then ten minutes fucking your face. Use as much lube as you have to. By the time I get home I want you to be a pro anal slut and cocksucker. If I find out you still have a gag reflex then you will be punished and you can say bye bye to any chance of cumming in the near future.” At the boy’s nervous nod she continued. “After that I want you to take the pen and note pad I’m leaving and write down everything I do that turns you on and every sexual fantasy you’ve ever had about me. Be as detailed and explicit as possible. If you finish before I’m home, you’re free to take a nap.” When she felt sure that the boy understood his orders Misato brought him a pen and legal pad as well as a couple bottles of water for hydration. She observed him for a moment as he began his improvised workout, wishing she could stay and torment him some more, but ultimately forced herself to leave.
            The meeting was, unsurprisingly, extremely dull, way too long, and full of procedural nonsense that probably meant everything to someone in attendance but had nothing to do with her. She also had to deal with the distracting thoughts of what her new pet was up to back at the apartment. Several times she surreptitiously pulled up the video feed from the hidden camera in Shinji’s room and spent a few minutes just watching him. By the time the meeting had been underway, the boy had already finished his workout and had moved on to obediently sucking and fucking the rubber cock. His technique was sloppy and awkward, but he made up for that with raw eagerness. She couldn’t wait to fuck his face. Just the thought got her wet and she had to force herself to direct her focus back to whatever bureaucratic bullshit was being discussed before someone noticed.
            Still, the meeting wasn’t a total waste and Misato learned two very interesting things. The first revelation came when Akagi slyly proposed a new program to support the mental health of the pilots, namely the Third Child. To everyone else in attendance it sounded like the funds would go towards expert therapists and was easily rubberstamped. Only Misato could read between the lines.
            Ritsu, you clever woman, she thought. I could kiss you.
            The second item of note was that preparations would soon be underway to bring Eva Unit 02 and its pilot to Tokyo-3. Misato wasn’t sure what to think of that. She had gotten to know Asuka a little during her time working at the German branch of NERV and liked the girl well enough, but she was concerned about how she would handle her new pet. Misato was certain that the competitive redhead would see Shinji first and foremost as a rival, which could be problematic.
            We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, she thought. Surely she’s matured a bit since we last met.
            Although it felt like the meeting would go on forever, it did eventually end, and Misato was able to corner her faux blonde friend on the way out.
            “So spill,” she said with her hands on her hips. “When do I get my money?”
            Ritsuko laughed and pulled out a credit card with the NERV logo on it. “Right now.”
            Misato took the card from her friend with a cheshire-like grin. “Hehe. Come to mama.
            “Wait, how did you already have this if it was only approved just now?”
            Ritsuko rolled her eyes. “It’s such a small budget item that I knew no one would question it.”
            “How much is on it?”
            “Technically unlimited, but I recommend that if you plan on buying any commercial real estate you do it well away from Tokyo-3. Not the smartest investment at the moment.”
            The two made their way together to the cafeteria where they had had that first fateful conversation. As Misato slurped up her instant ramen, Ritsuko brought up the subject of their new ‘project’.
            “It’s going great,” Misato beamed in response to her probing. “Better than great, really…” Unwittingly, a contented smile spread across her face, drawing a quirked eyebrow from Dr. Akagi.
            “So I was right all along,” the scientist said smugly. Misato refused to let the woman rile her up.
            “Yeah yeah yeah. You were right, I was wrong for ever doubting you.” Her bemused expression softened slightly. “Thank you, Ritsu. It… it has been good. For both of us, I think.”
            “Don’t mention it. So where is he now? You pulled him out of school for a while didn’t you?”
            Misato grinned. “I’ve got him naked, chained to the ceiling, and writing down everything that turns him on.”
            Her friend choked on her tea and had a brief coughing fit. “Misato!” she scolded.
            “What? You asked.”
            “I guess I did. Just… maybe some details should remain a secret between you and him.” The woman poked at her salad for a moment as she thought. “So he’s really taken to it? He’s not just going along with what you want?”
            Misato thought back to the events of the previous day. He had been too earnest, too sincere to be faking it. “Nah, he’s the real deal.”
            “And his mental health?”
            “Got a lot of self-esteem and abandonment issues. Shocker, right? Otherwise I think you were right: he’s just really submissive by nature and hasn’t had a proper outlet for those urges until now.”
            Ritsuko nodded but still appeared concerned. “If the boy does have some serious issues, he should probably see some sort of professional. I have a little bit of background in psychology. If you want, I could evaluate him.”
            The woman’s logic was sound, she had to admit, but something was rubbing Misato the wrong way. “I think I’d know if Shinji needed professional help, Ritsuko. I know him better than anyone.”
            “Yes you do,” replied the doctor placatingly, “but my concern, Misato, is that you may know Ikari a little too well to be objective. I just think someone a bit more impartial should be allowed to evaluate the boy’s… situation.”
            Misato glared hard. “Situation? Are you… are you saying you think I’m abusing Shinji?”
            Ritsuko met Misato’s eyes firmly. “I’ve known you for a long time, Misato. I know your strengths and your weaknesses better than anyone. Even yourself.”
            “What the fuck does that mean?”
            “I know that you don’t have the best track record in relationships. I know that when you get excited about a partner, you tend to go… a little crazy. I’m not saying you’re abusing him, I just want to make sure your reading of the situation is a clear one.”
            Misato had stopped listening by that point, though. She stood up angrily and stomped away, leaving her friend behind.
            It was on the way home, as she skidded her way through the city streets even more aggressively than usual, that Misato began to grudgingly admit to herself that Ritsuko had a point. It had been a low blow bringing up her relationship history, but she could understand why it might be a cause for concern. Grinding her teeth, the violet-haired woman could only concede that there was an extremely slight chance that she was just seeing what she wanted to see from Shinji. She realized then that her friend was only concerned for his welfare, something she should also be doing. “Goddammit,” she muttered, “now I’m gonna have to apologize.”
            Misato entered the apartment feeling a little ashamed of herself for not keeping her priorities straight. She made a beeline for her pet’s room and smiled when she saw him curled up on the floor, a serene smile playing across his face as he slept. Just seeing him like that, so peaceful and vulnerable, made her protective instincts well up within her. She cleared her throat loudly and he opened his eyes and drearily looked around. When he saw her he instantly snapped into his normal kneeling position. She took a moment to evaluate him. There was no fear in his body language, no sign that he was obeying her for any reason than his own desire to. He trembled a little as she eyed him, but it seemed to be more from anticipation than anything. She sighed in relief, knowing then that Ritsuko would find nothing wrong with their relationship once she talked to him. He was hers, and he wanted it that way more than anything. Just like she did.
            She freed his neck from the chain and led him by his hand into the bathroom where she had him shower off any sweat and grime from his workout, and then she let him relieve his bladder. Misato couldn’t help but giggle at the boy’s blush as he urinated in front of her; the chastity cage forced him to sit down like a woman to pee, and he clearly found it humiliating.
            She let him have a light lunch and then set him about his usual chores, giving him permission to wear clothes to for anything that required him to leave the apartment. While he was busy scrubbing the kitchen floor she went out shopping, eager to use her brand new expense account.

-Shinji’s POV-
            Shinji really had no idea where Misato had gone to or why she was grinning so deviously as she left, but he had a feeling it would ultimately involve him somehow. He dutifully went about his chores, having to rush a bit due to not getting anything done the day before. It wasn’t until seven in the evening that his Mistress returned, bearing two brown paper bags in her arms.
            “Welcome back, Mistress,” he said, kneeling before her. She set the bags down on the floor and headed towards the kitchen, patting his head as she walked by him.
            “Go put some clothes on and bring the rest of my bags up from the car. I’m gonna nuke the leftovers from last night.”
            In total there were five bags from Misato’s apparent shopping spree. Shinji peeked in one and saw enough to know that he was better off not knowing what was in the others.
            When he finished he saw that Misato had reheated the Chinese but only set out some for herself. Confused, he knelt by her chair.
            “Hungry, pet?” the domme asked him. He nodded. After the day’s activities he was positively famished.
            The woman picked up a piece of chicken and held it between two perfect fingers. With a grin, she flicked it over Shinji’s head, where it landed with a soft plop on the floor.
            “Hope you did a good job cleaning.”
            Mentally groaning at her new game, Shinji crawled to the piece of chicken and ate it off of the floor. Misato flicked another one as he ate and this time it ricocheted off his butt. The game continued like this for some time. Occasionally Misato would aim the food at his face and let him try to catch it like a dog going after a biscuit, but mostly she just liked making him crawl around and eat off the floor. The young pilot discovered that he had forgotten to vacuum the hallway when a piece of beef got covered in lint and dust. Fortunately Misato did not notice his grimace.
            Finally the domme grew tired of the game and decided to move onto something different. She left him to clean up and started rifling through the bags in the living room. Having finished washing the dishes, he knelt before her. Without any ceremony, she put a steel collar around his neck and snapped it shut. Shinji could tell it was far different from the collar she had given him last night: this one was meant for humans. It fit snugly against his neck—not tight enough to cut off circulation, but just enough for him to be constantly aware of its unyielding presence. He swallowed heavily.
            Misato had him move the coffee table out of the way and then stand at attention in its place. Sitting on the sofa she spent a few minutes toying with his entrapped cock and balls, amusing herself with how his member responded to her fondling. The sadistic woman took off her coat and slowly unzipped her dress down the front. As if pulled by magnets, Shinji’s eyes immediately fixated on her cleavage and the small key that dangled on a chain. He knew that it was stupid to get his hopes up, but it didn’t stop him.
            “You want something, pet?” said Misato teasingly as she noticed his gaze. She rapped on the cage with her knuckles. “Perhaps you want this off?”
            “Please ma’am,” he begged.
            He thought for sure he would be denied, so was amazed when she leaned forward and planted a kiss on the tip of his cage and then brought the key up and undid the lock.
            “Promise to be a good boy and keep those hands behind your head?” she asked before she pulled the lock off. At his eager nod she gently undid the device and Shinji’s member sprang upward happily as she pulled off the cage, nearly hitting her in the face.
            “I see Little Shinji’s none the worse for wear,” she said, smiling as she inspected his manhood for any signs of abrasion. “Looks like we can keep this on you for a very long time without any risk of injury.” Shinji gulped audibly, only causing her to smile more. She wrapped her right hand around his shaft and leered up at him, as if daring him to jerk his hips. It took a monumental effort, but the boy was able to hold still like he had been taught.
            Visibly pleased by his compliance, the older domme rewarded him with a few slow strokes and then pulled back and instructed him to turn around. Shinji couldn’t see what she was doing but the touch of her hands on his backside told him she was probably inspecting the lingering marks from the previous day’s caning. His ass had ached fiercely that morning and he was actually glad about having to kneel rather than sit. He had taken a quick look at it in the mirror and there were still several inflamed streaks of red and purple from her more savage blows, but overall it seemed to be fading nicely. Her touch was actually quite soothing, and he took the chance to simply enjoy the moment and avoid thinking about what else she had planned.
            When she finished her inspection, Shinji sensed Misato stand and then the sound of her zipper going all the way down to the hem of her skirt. Then there was a rustling of clothes and movement that told him his Mistress was now as naked as he was. It was an infernal temptation to turn and look. Even though he had witnessed her beauty multiple times now, there was something about it that made it feel forbidden and oh so enticing. His eyes darted to the television, hoping to catch a reflection, but the angle wasn’t right. Her arms wrapped around him as she pulled him back into an embrace, her breasts just so happening to press maddeningly into his upper back. She held an open palm up to his mouth.
            “Spit,” she commanded. Confused, Shinji complied, letting a glob of saliva fall from his mouth onto her hand. Her purpose became clear when she reached down and started stroking his manhood. She was even slower this time, often to the point that Shinji wondered if she was even moving at all. But gradually she worked her magic, slowly pumping up and down until Shinji could feel himself on the brink of something truly amazing. And then she let go, spun him around, and delivered a hard slap to his face that left him dazed.
            “I-wha-“
            “You were about to cum, weren’t you?” she said, jabbing a finger into his chest.
            Shinji blinked, not sure what he had done wrong. “Uh, yes?”
            Misato slammed her knee up into the boy’s dangling testicles. Shinji’s legs gave out and he collapsed to the floor in agony. He had felt worse pain fighting against the angels, but there was something uniquely horrible about a blow to the balls that made the poor boy want to vomit. Seeing that his Mistress was waiting, he slowly climbed to his feet and very hesitantly returned to his position.
            “Rule one, slave! Do you remember?”
            Shinji gulped as it all came together. “N-no cumming without permission, ma’am.”
            The violet-haired domme jerked her leg slightly and Shinji flinched, fearful of another assault. Instead the woman merely smiled and leaned in close. “Just because I’m the one jerking you off doesn’t mean you don’t have to beg.”
            “Yes, Mistress,” the boy replied quickly, his pain wracked mind eagerly sopping up any information that would help it avoid a repeat of the agony. It was strange—he could almost feel his brain transforming, molding itself to become more pleasing to the woman who had so thoroughly claimed him.
            Misato ordered him to stand in the corner while she ‘finished setting things up.’ Shinji stood there, sorely tempted to take a peek at what the domme was up to but too fearful of further punishment to dare try. After a couple of minutes, he was ordered back into the center of the room. Little had changed, but now there was a tripod with a camcorder pointed directly at him, with its little red light telling him it was recording.
            “Mistress…” the boy said nervously, not liking this one bit. Shinji looked to Misato and saw that she had put on a leather bra. The familiar strap-on harness was buckled around her waist, a flesh colored dildo jutting forward from it. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, making her look more intimidating and less soft than normal. Despite this, she had a small smile on her face.
            She stepped towards him and pulled him into a passionate kiss that immediately erased every concern about the camera from Shinji’s mind. Just that one gesture caused his world to narrow to just him and her—everything else ceased to matter. Dumbstruck, Shinji could only comply as his Mistress directed him to kneel, this time at full height and with his knees together. The boy blushed as he realized this put his head at the same height as her pelvis.
            “Figured it out, huh? Just be quiet, no more talking until I tell you. I trust you obeyed my orders while I was away?” The boy nodded, not able to meet her eyes. “Well then get to work.” Hesitantly, Shinji inched forward and wrapped his lips around the fake cock. It was mercifully no larger than the one he had been made to ‘practice’ with so obscenely that morning and he wasn’t quite sure why she had bought it. Performing fellatio on his Mistress’s dildo was an incredibly humiliating task for him and it hadn’t become any easier with time. Still, he was determined to please her and thus did his best impression of a pornstar, sucking and bobbing on the rod. He pressed it to the back of his mouth and relaxed, allowing it to slip uncomfortably into his throat without a single gag. He tried as hard as he could to ignore the fact that this was all being recorded.
-Misato POV-
            At first Misato simply stood still and allowed her pet to have the initiative, but when he settled into a rhythm she took hold of his head and began to slowly but firmly fuck his face. “I bet you’re wondering why I’m recording this,” she said. Her pet nodded as best he could with a mouthful of silicone. “You might be worried that someone else will see this.” Another nod, more hesitant. “Well don’t be. I’m going to keep this as encrypted on my computer as any NERV related material I have on there. You’d need a magi to crack it.” Shinji was visibly reassured by her words. “As for why I’m, uh, recording this,” she said, moaning a bit as the dildo rubbed against her clit. “I want you to see it.”
            Ignoring Shinji’s uncomprehending look, Misato pulled out of his mouth and undid the buckles on her harness, allowing the strap-on to fall to the floor. “I see you did as I told you. Or maybe you’re just a natural born cocksucker?” The boy’s eyes widened and he shook his head in protest. Misato ordered him to lie on the floor and then planted both feet on either side of his head. The look on Shinji’s face was pure awe as he gazed directly up at his Mistress’s pussy. A drop of her juice trickled its way down her thigh and the boy’s eyes followed its course in wonderment.
            The domme looked down at the teen. “I’m going to sit on your face, pet. And you’re going to use that tongue as best as you can. Soon I’ll train you how to do it properly but for now just remember what I did with my hands when you watched me yesterday and try to do that with your mouth.” She squatted down, hovering just out of the boy’s reach, and said, “don’t fucking disappoint me, Shinji.” Then she dropped down all the way, settling onto her knees, her wet hole poised over his eager mouth.
            As expected, his technique was sloppy. The boy was smart enough to target her clit but tended to just sort of poke and jab at it with the tip of his tongue rather than give it the rubbing action it needed. After two frustrating minutes of this she grabbed his hair and yanked hard to signal her displeasure. He got the message and started experimenting more. Finally he managed to get the right idea when he started lapping at her clit with the flat of his tongue instead of the tip. His efforts were rewarded by a pleased moan from the woman on top of him. Despite what must have been a very tired mouth by that point, the 14 year-old diligently kept at it, likely drawing energy from the increasingly loud moaning of Misato.
            The woman herself was overcome by the sensations, and she let out a loud cry when Shinji alternated his licking with a gentle sucking. The boy’s technique was still far from perfect but it was good enough to remind her of how much she had missed mashing a man’s face into her pussy and grinding out as much pleasure as she possibly could. The boy’s relentless attention to her sensitive clit was beginning to actually hurt, but she couldn’t bring herself to make him stop. Not when she was so close.
            “Aaaaaaahhhhhh!” Misato cried as she came powerfully, pulling the boy’s head to her cunt as she tried to make the intense pleasure last forever. Her back arched as she convulsed and her thighs unconsciously squeezed together. She was partially aware that she was probably crushing the poor child’s head like a vice but she was too far-gone to care.
            She continued to ride his face for several minutes, drawing one last orgasm from his unskilled but eager tongue, before finally climbing off when her overstimulated cunt began to ache from his attentions.
            Misato collapsed on the floor next to Shinji as she tried to catch her breath and bring herself under control. Finally, with a stupidly wide smile, she forced herself to stand on wobbly legs and switched off the video camera, then attached its cable to the TV. She glanced back as she fiddled with the connection to see her slave rather brazenly staring at her exposed rear end. Misato was about to call him out on it but then she noticed the dazed. not-all-there expression on his face, like he was in his own little world. Clearly, the experience had been a powerful one for the young Ikari.
            “I suppose that wasn’t bad for a fourteen year-old boy,” she said, drawing the pilot back into reality. He shook himself to clear the cobwebs and returned to a kneeling position. “But it was miserable by a true slave’s standards. I’ll be expecting much better in the future.” Shinji nodded, visibly torn between disappointment at her criticism and excitement at the prospect of being able to eat her pussy again.
            Misato re-donned the dildo and lubricated it. She was already quite fond of her new toy. Its color matched her pale skin perfectly and it was masterfully crafted in a hyper-realistic style that really did make it look like she had grown an eight-inch cock. She was quite eager to see what it looked like as it fucked her pet in the ass.
            The domme pressed ‘play’ on the camera and ordered Shinji onto all fours. She didn’t bother with any stretching or foreplay but instead simply knelt behind him and rammed it home, causing the boy to cry out in pain. She held still for a moment and allowed him to adjust. “Look at the screen, pet,” she told him, beginning to slowly thrust. “I want you to see how much of a slut you really are.” She couldn’t see his eyes so she had no solid idea what was going on in his mind as he watched himself suck on her fake cock like a pro, but she knew it was probably surprising to him how natural he looked doing it. Not the cocksucking per se, but the overall act of submission. The whole point of this little exercise was simply to show him what she saw—a true submissive. She wanted to make sure any lingering doubts he had were banished for good and to maybe dispel any feelings of inadequacy he may have been experiencing.
            As the couple onscreen changed positions to Misato on Shinji’s face, the pair watching did the same. The older woman had decided that Shinji was being entirely too passive and to fix that had him sit on her lap, the dildo still buried in his ass. “Fuck yourself,” she whispered in his ear. The boy was slow to respond, but a slight grip around his rock hard prick was all the encouragement he needed. The more enthusiastically he bounced on her cock, the more he was rewarded with strokes to his desperate manhood. In no time the young pilot was fucking himself mercilessly and rapidly, the combination of her stroking and the action onscreen driving him into a frenzy of lust. She kept careful control, not allowing him to even get close to the edge until her filmed counterpart cried out her first orgasm. She stroked faster, using the copious precum as lube, enjoying how thoroughly her slave was losing himself in the moment.
            When the recorded Misato started her second orgasm, the live one whispered “cum for me” and then sank her teeth into the boy’s shoulder. The sudden pain was enough to send the tightly wound Shinji over the edge and he came hard, crying out as jet after jet of semen shot out of his cock. Misato knew that an adolescent boy would likely have a higher pressure than a man, but she was still amazed by just how far the kid’s cum flew. In awe, she pointed the spasming organ at the television and managed to land several shots right on the screen. It was rather comical and she had to try hard not to laugh.
            Unbelievable, she thought to herself as she lifted the gasping fourteen year-old off of the dildo and laid him on the floor. The boy was a little out of it, his focus still on the screen even though the tape had stopped. She let him bask in the afterglow and reflected on her decision to let him cum. It had been a spur-of-the-moment thing, not at all planned, but it had been a great opportunity to show him the tremendous pleasure that could be found in sexual slavery.
            Still, Misato knew that males could become rather defiant and more independent after orgasm, and it wouldn’t do to lose that edge of sexual frustration that made him so wonderfully pliable. She had to remind him who was boss and deny him even the slightest moment to doubt their relationship.
            She climbed over the prone boy, pinning him to the floor with her superior weight, her face just inches above his. “Shinji Ikari,” she said sternly, making sure his attention was fully on her.
            “Y-yes, Mistress?”
            She caught his mouth in an aggressive, overpowering kiss, one that no person could mistake as anything but an expression of dominance. She held it until she felt her point had been made and then pulled back. “I own you,” she said, enjoying the way her boy panted as he tried to catch his breath. “Don’t you dare forget that.”
            “I won’t,” he replied, a little too sullenly for Misato’s taste. She scowled at him.
            “Then why haven’t you thanked me yet?”
            His eyes wide, Shinji began to apologize and thank her profusely. Still, Misato could sense that his orgasm had indeed taken him out of the proper mindset a little. He needed to be reminded that his duties to her did not end the instant he attained release. She had just the thing to achieve that.
            She stood up and ordered him to lick his own messy cum up off the floor and television, a task he initially balked at but reluctantly performed after being threatened with another caning. As he awkwardly slurped his semen out of the carpet, Misato rifled through a bag and pulled out one of her new toys.
            It was called a kali’s teeth bracelet. Basically an inch-wide strip of metal that could be wrapped around the penis and padlocked together at the ends. What made the device so wicked were the five rows of spikes that lined the inside. Flaccid, it would be barely noticeable to the boy, but any attempt at an erection would be met with excruciating pain. It was the cruelest form of chastity.
            After securing the bracelet on her pet, Misato decided to demonstrate its purpose. Sitting on the sofa, staring Shinji right in the eyes as he stood at attention before her, she reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra. As her breasts were exposed, the boy let out an audible cry as the spikes dug into his rapidly hardening cock. “Yes, pet,” she purred sadistically, “cry out for me. Show me your pain.”
            She teased him mercilessly. First she simply sat there and played with her breasts for a while: kneading them and toying with her nipples until they stood out proud and pointy. When the boy was nearly doubled over with pain, she dropped her knees and took the head of his prick in her soft mouth, delicately running her tongue around it. She never took her eyes off his as she relished his agony with sadistic satisfaction. Tears were flowing freely down his cheeks and he was clearly struggling to hold position.
            Finally, the dam burst, and his hands came around to pull desperately at the cruel device. His cock had turned an angry red color as it swelled as much as it could in its confinement. Fortunately, the spikes were not sharp enough to break the skin.
            Misato pulled back and watched his futile efforts with amusement. She knew there was no way he could get it off. Even fully soft the spikes would catch on the skin, meaning there was no way to pull out without cutting his penis to ribbons. Eventually Shinji came to that realization and calmed down enough to pay attention to what he had just done. His fearful eyes glanced to her smirking face before dropping to the floor as he quickly kneeled.
            “P-please Mistress, I’m sorry!”
            “I order you to get into a position, I expect you to stay there,” Misato tutted disapprovingly.
            “I know, Mistress, I’m sorry. It’s just… I can’t… It hurts so much!”
            She grabbed his chin and directed his gaze up. “Pain is an important tutor. It strips down defenses and allows one to accept new ideas and ways of thinking more easily. By the time I take that bracelet off, you will have learned your lesson.”
            He looked forlorn. “But what lesson? Mistress what did I do wrong? I don’t understand…” While he had mostly brought his body under control, he would still wince occasionally as his cock made another attempt at erection.
            “Over the past couple days I have deliberately avoided giving your cock much attention. I wanted you to learn that the fulfillment of submission has more to it than just sex. In other words, your little prick is not a priority. But apparently I made a mistake in allowing you to cum before that lesson was properly learned. The second you got off you became more selfish and less obedient and I will not allow that! You will wear my little bracelet until I feel that you can serve just as eagerly after I’ve milked every drop from your balls as you would after a week in chastity.”
            She could see that Shinji clearly wanted to protest this, after all he hadn’t really done anything to warrant such torment, but the boy was wise enough to accept her will and meekly nodded.
            Misato smiled at the thoroughly cowed boy. With her thumb she brushed a tear from his cheek. “I know it hurts,” she said kindly. “Just keep your mind off sex and focus on other aspects of your submission.”
            “Easier said than done,” the boy said with a bit more humorous tone. Misato knew then that he could handle it. She gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and stood up.
            “I’m going to have to punish you for breaking position, but I’ll give you a choice. You can get a spanking with my new paddle or you can give me a full body massage.” Normally both Mistress and slave would consider that a reward, but with the bracelet on it would be torture.
            She could see on his face that he recognized that fact, but he still deferred to her. “Do you have a preference, Ma’am?”

            The woman grinned. “You make me choose and I’ll pick both and send you to bed with a red ass, sore cock, and empty stomach.”
            “Then I think I’ll take the spanking,” he said. This pleased Misato greatly, as it meant he was learning to recognize his limits. As much as she wanted him to put her wishes first, she needed him to know when to draw the line.
            Paddle in hand, she had her pet bend over her lap with his ass perfectly positioned. Misato had always loved spanking like this. It was so intimate, like there was a special connection being expressed between dom and sub as she took them over her knee.
            She did it quickly and perfunctorily, making it clear this was a punishment, not another game. No warm up, just thirty swats with only one pause to rub some feeling back into his numb skin.
            Halfway through Shinji began to sob, but Misato could tell it was only partially from the pain. She knew that spankings could have a weirdly powerful effect on subs, breaking emotional dams and causing the sudden release of built up tensions, like a sort of catharsis. The boy continued to cry after she set down her paddle and so she brought him into an embrace and comforted him, letting him know that it was okay to let everything out. It had been an extremely strange few days for both of them, and so it was only natural that he would be a little messed up. She didn’t know exactly what he was thinking as he sobbed into her breast, but was confident that he would sort it out just fine.
            “Feeling better?” she asked after he had calmed down.
            The boy seemed to recognize that she was not talking about his inflamed behind. “Yes Ma’am,” he replied softly. “I am.” After a long pause he said, “I feel really happy.” Misato just kissed him and held him tighter.
            The two sat in comfortable silence for a time, simply enjoying the contact.
            Eventually the moment had to end, though, and a sudden rumble from Misato’s belly reminded them that they hadn’t eaten dinner.
            Laughing, Misato ordered her pet to go fix something for them while she began to undo the strap-on still harnessed around her waist. She noticed a pondering gaze from him. “Question, Shinji?”
            The boy blushed. “I, uh, was wondering why you bought a new… one, since it’s the same size as…” The domme laughed at her sub’s refusal to say the word ‘dildo’. Despite everything, he still had this sense of modesty that she found absolutely adorable. A sterner dominant may have sought to break him of it, finding it unacceptable that a slave should want to hide anything from its master, but to Misato it was just too charming.
            “Thank you for reminding me, Shinji,” she said evilly. “You see this bad boy here has a special feature that I forgot to show off.”
            Suddenly nervous, Shinji asked, “w-what kind of feature?”

            Misato laid back and had her pet put his well-worked mouth to one last task for the day. His ass was still clean from his enema, so it wasn’t too much of a torment for the boy, although she was sure there was still a deep psychological humiliation to it. As he sucked she groaned and grunted exaggeratedly, then after a minute grabbed his hair with one hand and squeezed the dildo’s hollow ballsack with the other. A large amount of fake semen gushed out from the tip into the shocked slave’s mouth. As he coughed and spluttered, the older woman laughed hysterically.
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