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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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            Sleep came quite easily to the young Ikari that night. Misato had mercifully allowed him to use his own room (albeit on the floor), which freed him from the painful distraction of her intoxicating presence. Waking up, on the other hand, was an entirely different experience.
            “Aghhh,” the boy hissed as his cock tried to do its usual morning wood routine. For some reason it took a very long time to get the message that it was causing him tremendous pain. He did all he could: taking deep, even breaths and forcing his mind to think of the least sexy things he could imagine. Only after the horrifying image of his father clad in Rei’s plugsuit came to mind did his agonizing erection subside.
            It was still early, but he knew that there wasn’t a chance in hell he would fall back asleep so he decided to get a head start on the day. As he cleaned himself up he took stock of his body. His tongue and his throat ached and his lips were slightly swollen from the vigorous sucking and licking he had done the day before. A glance in the mirror showed that his ass had turned a faint purplish color. He gently prodded one of the darker spots and winced slightly, but was overall pleased that it didn’t hurt too much.
            The boy wasn’t sure how to feel about the spanking and what followed. He was ashamed of his display of raw emotion as he had wept into Misato’s shoulder like a small child, but at the same time he couldn’t deny that it had felt incredibly good to let go like that. It was as if a heavy weight had been lifted off of him. He wasn’t even sure why he’d been crying: the tears had simply started streaming from his eyes and kept going until they stopped and he felt better than ever.
            Had he been happy or sad? Shinji couldn’t remember. All his feelings had gotten all jumbled up and then the dam burst and all the feelings he had been bottling up came pouring out in one uncontrollable flood.
            He tried not to dwell on the matter, though. Thoughts of last night inevitably brought to mind the taste of his Mistress’s body and the sounds she had made as he licked her to orgasm, memories that nearly had the boy doubled over with pain as his cock again sprang to life.
            Shinji realized that if he wanted to avoid further pain he would need to, as Misato had said, “keep his mind off sex.” The only way he could think to accomplish this was to occupy himself with something else. So after a cold shower he threw himself into his chores, putting every bit of effort he could into doing everything perfectly and not allowing himself a single second to think about the events of the day before or what his Mistress had planned for him that day. So he diligently scrubbed the floors, washed the dishes, dusted the shelves, took care of the stains left over from last night’s activities, and even took a crack at fixing a squeaky chair despite not being much of a handyman.
            As he was hanging the laundry to dry (despite everything, handling Misato’s undergarments still made him embarrassed for some reason), his Mistress called out from her bedroom.
            “Shiiiiinjiiii! Grab me some coffee and get your cute little ass in here.”
            He came in to see her curled up like a cat in her futon, clearly enjoying the opportunity to sleep in. He couldn’t help but smile. With her messy hair and drowsy expression, she bared no resemblance to the imposing and controlling dominatrix she had been the day before, yet to Shinji she was still every bit as beautiful. He noticed the notepad he had written in sitting on the floor and blushed as he recalled the intimate details of his adolescent fantasies he had revealed on its pages. He had written down a lot of his deepest and most personal thoughts and privately hoped that the older woman had not laughed as she read them.
            “Mmmmm,” Misato hummed happily as she sat up and sipped from her mug. She stretched, pulling the pink cotton pajama top tight across her breasts and making the kneeling boy at her side grimace in pain.
            “Still botherin’ ya, huh?”
            “Yes Ma’am. But I think I’ve gotten, uh, better at ignoring it. If I don’t think about… sex stuff, I can deal with it.”
            “Awww, little Shinji isn’t thinking about me? How sad,” said Misato with mock anguish.
            “N-no! I am, I’m just… focusing on other things about you.”
            “Such as…?” She raised her brow.
            The boy blushed and looked down bashfully. “Well, like, your smile.”
            Without warning the boy was grabbed and pulled into a crushing bear hug with the older woman. “You are such a sweetie!” she giggled as she rubbed her cheek against his.
            After letting the well-squeezed boy go, Misato drained the last of her coffee and slowly got up and gave another teasing stretch. She made her way out of the room, swaying her ass a bit more than necessary, and beckoned for Shinji to follow her to the bathroom. Once they were there, he sank to his knees before her without being told. They were already becoming second nature, these simple gestures of submission.
            “So you want me to take the bracelet off, I bet.”
            “Yes, Ma’am, please.”
            The older woman leaned against the sink and appeared to ponder the matter, although Shinji had a sneaking suspicion that she had already made a decision.
            “Have you learned your lesson?”
            “Yes, Mistress!”
            “So the next time I permit you to cum, assuming you don’t horribly fuck up and there actually is a next time, you will be appropriately grateful and appreciative of the gift you’ve been given?”
            “Yes, Ma’am,” the boy replied eagerly. “I definitely will. I’ll be good, I promise.”
            “One last task, then, and you’ll earn your release.” She slipped the waistband of her pajama pants down and held the mug between her legs. She met Shinji’s eyes and waited. The boy knew exactly what the action signified. Gulping, but still sure of himself, he nodded and she filled the mug with her golden nectar.
            “Drink it all down in one go, no gagging, and I’ll let you out.”
            The boy took the mug and held it to his lips, reminding himself that he’d tasted her piss before and it hadn’t been too bad. Steeling himself, he put his head back and poured it down his throat, using all his self-control to suppress his instinct to gag at the unpleasant taste. Finally the mug was empty and he determinedly held the liquid down as he wiped his lips clean with his forearm. He felt queasy—the taste hadn’t been too bad, but it didn’t settle comfortably in his stomach. His eyes flicked upwards and caught the approving smile on his Mistress’s face. Again that simple look caused a strange pride to swell within him, even as his face burned with humiliation.
            As promised, Misato took the key from around her neck and freed his poor manhood. Shinji looked at the shaft in amazement. He had privately been afraid that the maniacal device would do serious damage to it, only taking solace in the knowledge that his mistress would never endanger him like that, and it was incredible to only see small, quickly fading indentations where the cruel spikes had lain. It scared him a little to realize that his will could be so completely broken with just a simple device. He knew that he would have done far more than drink a cup of piss to get the evil thing off.
            Misato had him soap and scrub her body as she showered, a job he relished a great deal now that it no longer caused him incredible agony. She indulgently allowed him to take his time as he lathered and washed her, smiling happily as the boy slowly and worshipfully explored every inch of her skin. Despite having seen and touched her nude body multiple times before, his awe of her natural beauty had not diminished one iota. She was a goddess to him, and it was hard for the boy to believe that that moment was really happening and not some vivid, wonderful dream.
            Carefully and with adoring delicateness he slid his soapy digits over her body, seeking to learn her every curve. As the domme looked on with a smile, Shinji took her breasts in his hands and admired their perfection. He lifted slightly to feel their weight, pressed in gently to feel their firmness. He leaned in and planted a kiss on each pink nipple, too enraptured to care about the foul-tasting soap that covered them. From there he traveled south, bringing his hands down along her midsection, making sure that not one inch of her body was left unattended to. When he reached the bottom a sudden thought struck him and he shyly put his lips to the top of her foot, holding it there awhile to revel in Misato’s approving hum.
            Apparently Shinji’s ministrations had had quite an effect on his Mistress, for as soon as he sat back up her fingers wound their way through his hair and tugged him forward straight into her crotch. Even if the boy had any skill at cunnilingus, it wouldn’t have mattered, for the domme mashed his face roughly into her cunt, grinding against his mouth and tongue. Misato was basically using him as an object to satiate her lust, a masturbation aid rather than a flesh-and-blood partner. All Shinji could do was be as pliant as he could while taking a gasp of air whenever possible. As worked up as the woman was, it wasn’t long before he felt her muscles around him contract and a scream of raw pleasure rang out over the noisy splashing of the shower. Her grip on his hair tightened painfully, and his own cry joined hers.
            After a moment to recover, Misato at last let Shinji go and he knelt back on his heels. His cock was rock hard and jutted obscenely forward in a desperate plea for attention, but he paid it no heed and instead reveled in the sight of his Mistress as she leaned back against the wall, eyes closed, body trembling and chest heaving. For at least a few minutes the two stayed like that, before Misato finally regained enough composure to stand on her own. She turned off the water and looked down at her patiently waiting slave.
            “Good boy,” she said, and Shinji beamed.

            Misato elected to have them both remain nude during breakfast, and seemed to be in an especially physical sort of mood. As Shinji stood cooked omelets she wrapped her arms around him from behind and held him close, nibbling gently on his ear and sliding her hands across his chest. The boy wasn’t sure if her touches were intended to be sexual or if she was just enjoying their closeness, but it was certainly turning him on to no end and his cock continued to stand at full mast.
            While she sat, he set the table. She instructed him to do only one place setting and he resigned himself to eating from the floor again. To his surprise, Misato instead bound his hands behind his back with the tie from the apron and pulled him into her lap. There, to his utter embarrassment, she proceeded to hand feed him pieces of omelet and sips of miso. It was very unexpected and he wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he couldn’t deny enjoying what the whole act implied.
            He was helpless, vulnerable, totally dependent on her. She was his caretaker, protector, the one entrusted with seeing to his wellbeing.
            The meal proceeded in silence. Misato clearly didn’t feel the need to talk, and Shinji couldn’t think of anything to say. What kind of conversation can you make when you’re sitting in a person’s lap being fed little bits of egg?
            Well, there was one thing that had been on Shinji’s mind quite a bit. After he blushingly sucked the last traces of food from his mistress’s fingers, he swallowed heavily and quietly stuttered out, “Ma’am, may I ask something?”
            “Hmm?” Misato said. With strength that surprised Shinji the domme twisted him on her lap to face her.
            “W-well,” he began, actively willing the words from his mouth. “I was wondering… if, uh, we, well-“
            “If we…?”
            The boy gulped, then forced himself to talk. “Ifwe’reevergoingtohavesex.”
            Misato took the embarrassed teen’s chin so he was facing her. To his relief, Shinji saw no sign of mockery or unkindness there. The woman, his owner, smiled.
            “Have sex,” she mused. “Does me shoving a strap-on up your tight little ass not count as sex?”
            Fire-engine red, Shinji pouted. “You know what I meant.” Misato raised an eyebrow, prompting the slave to hastily add “Mistress.”
            “Aww,” the stunning woman said, giving Shinji a rather patronizing pinch of his cheek. “You’ve got a bit of a bratty streak.” She surprised the boy by pulling him into a kiss, and then just as he was getting into it she pulled away. “I kinda like that.”
            “Ma’am, please be serious,” he said with a huff.
            “I am serious. Why does it matter who’s fucking who? Is it any less intimate, less emotional, when I’m the one with the cock? Don’t answer—that was rhetorical. Understand, Shinji, that when I fuck you, it’s about more than physical pleasure. It’s also about experiencing the connection that exists between us. Domme to sub, lover to lover. It’s sex, and then some.
            “But if you really must know, this,” she said, grabbing his hand and guiding it to her sex. “May someday be yours to enjoy. Some mistresses never fuck their slaves in the ‘traditional’ way. They think it sends the wrong message. I don’t subscribe to that at all, but I also believe that it’s not something to be done lightly. A slave should have to earn such a privilege, don’t you agree?”
            “Uhh,” Shinji said, not sure if he did. On one hand, he sort of understood her points, but on the other, well, he was a horny adolescent who really wanted to get inside the hot-as-hell older woman. He opted to play it safe. “Yes?”
            The matter apparently settled, Misato had the boy stand and retrieve the normal, spike-free chastity belt, which was promptly locked securely around Shinji’s member. Then, to his surprise, he was ordered to go put clothes on for the first time in days.

            The teen knelt before his mistress in their living room, both domme and sub now fully dressed.
            “Our relationship as mistress and slave does not end at the door of the apartment. Public or private, you are mine and I expect you to act accordingly at all times. Failure to demonstrate proper obedience will be punished. I don’t care who is watching, if I give you a command you damn well better follow it. Am I understood, Third Child?”
            Shinji gulped as awful images of all the humiliating things she could do to him raced through his mind, but he still nodded.
            “Good boy. Now, in a perfect world I could treat you out there no differently than I do in here. Wouldn’t it be delightful to walk freely down the street, my cute little slaveboy crawling alongside me, naked and leashed? Sadly, the world ain’t perfect. And so there need to be special rules for you to follow that are different from the ones you have when it’s just the two of us. We’re going to go on a little trip, my darling slave. It’ll be good practice.”
            “O-ok, Ma’am. Where are we going?”
            “Downtown Tokyo 2. There are some very upscale stores there that are usually way out of my price-range, but a little birdy recently gave me a present that has no limit and zero oversight.” With a mischievous grin, she held up a black credit card with the NERV logo emblazoned on it. “Come on, slave, let’s go shopping.”

            The shinkansen to Tokyo 2 sped gracefully towards its destination, the scenery outside reduced to a green-brown-blue blur. It wasn’t hard for the mistress/slave pair to find a car all to themselves. Regular morning commuters from Tokyo 3 to Tokyo 2 were nonexistent, as only an idiot would live in Tokyo 3 when they had gainful employment in literally any other place on the planet.
            Being out in public felt strange to Shinji. It had only been a couple days but it seemed like the world had completely changed. Or perhaps he’d changed and the world had stayed the same. He thought differently from before—no longer dominated by anxiety, depression, and a sense of impending doom. The Angels still scared him, but his responsibilities as a pilot no longer felt so oppressive. He had someone to protect him, someone to back him up, someone he could trust.
            Trust.
            Have I ever really trusted someone before, he wondered, and then realized he hadn’t. His mistress was the first person he had ever truly believed would not inevitably fail him.
            He made a silent vow to himself that he would never fail her.
            “So since we’re alone, let’s go over your rules for public decorum,” Misato said, startling Shinji out of his reverie.
            “Oh! Yes… Mistress.” It felt weird, saying that out loud, in such a public place.
            “Yeah, first that. It kind of gives away the game.” She winked. “How about ‘Miss’ or ‘Miss Misato.’ Strangers won’t think anything of it, and everyone at NERV has already heard you call me that once or twice. Thank god for your natural submissiveness.”
            “Alright, Miss Misato.”
            “Good. Next, you may not speak in my presence unless I address you, or there’s something urgent that you need to tell me. Obviously this might not work so well at HQ, so use your best judgment. Always be asking yourself, ‘what would Mistress want?’ Not hard, right?”
            “Yes, Miss.”
            “I want you to keep your eyes lowered respectfully when we’re out in public. Never make eye contact with me unless I tell you to. Your eyes should be around my feet, although you’re a growing boy so I might forgive a peek or two at my ass,” she giggled.
            “Finally, you’re to walk a step behind me to my left. If we’re coming up to a door then you will rush ahead and open it for me. When we go shopping, it will be your responsibility to carry the bags.”
            “I think I can do all that, Miss,” said Shinji.
            “I’m sure you’ll mess up occasionally, but don’t worry, I’ll always be ready to punish you!” The glee in her voice sent a shiver down the boy’s spine.
            The overhead speaker announced that they were approaching their destination. Misato pulled out her purse and unzipped it. “Stand up and turn around, boy.”
            Warily, Shinji complied. He felt the domme’s hands grab the waistband of his pants and yank them down to his knees. His underwear quickly followed suit.
            “M-Miss Misato!” He looked back at her.
            “I said face forward! No one is here to see, and if you fucking listen this will be done quick. Now turn back around and bend over. Put your hands on the armrests of your seat.”
            Trying not to cry from sheer humiliation, the boy complied. He felt the woman behind him move, followed by the touch of something cold and wet on his asshole. Then he felt an anal plug slid in. It was mercifully small, and felt hard, like metal.
            “There we go. That wasn’t so hard was it?” He heard his mistress settle back into her seat, but she didn’t give him permission to move.
            “Um, Miss? May I pull up my pants, please?”
            He received nothing but silence in reply, though he could feel her gaze on his backside. And so he stood, willing his body to remain in this embarrassing position.
            “You really do have a cute butt, you know that? ‘M not just saying that to tease ya. It looks great all bruised up like that too. Gets my sadistic side all hot and bothered.”
            “Um, thank you, Miss?”
            They both felt the train begin to brake and Misato at last directed him to pull his pants back up and sit down. He was quiet, his head swimming from the rush of adrenaline. The plug in his ass was small, but still uncomfortable. He felt off-balance, like his brain couldn’t reconcile what he was thinking and feeling with his surroundings.
            “Are you all right, Shinji?” His mistress asked.
            “I, uh, I think so, Miss. I just wasn’t expecting anything like this outside the apartment.”
            The lavender-haired woman shrugged. “No one’s around, so it shouldn’t really be any different. I suppose this pushed your limits pretty hard, huh? Well, you’ll have to get used to it. Actually, I was thinking that if we can snag an empty car on the way home, I’ll be using your face as a seat cushion.”

            Shopping with Misato turned out to be a surprisingly dull affair. She didn’t outright ignore him, but he ended up being used like a common servant, fetching items in different sizes and holding her purchases while she tore threw boutique after boutique, clearly delighting in her newfound spending power. The only real attention he got was at the lingerie store, where she modeled outfit after outfit for him, giggling at how red and tongue-tied he would get. The proprietor clearly wasn’t pleased to have him in there, but kept her mouth shut when she saw how much money Misato was throwing around.
            Arms loaded with countless bags, Shinji followed dutifully behind his Mistress as she headed to a small café for a late lunch.
            “You know,” Misato said in between bites of her sandwich, “you’ve been doing really well so far. Haven’t even gotten to try out my new toy yet. I’m almost disappointed.”
            Shinji saw the obvious trap she was setting and sighed. She was going to get to it eventually, might as well get it over with. “What toy, Miss?”
            The older woman grinned. “Why this one of course.” He saw her hand twitch and then cried out as there was a sudden and intense pain, like a bee-sting, right inside his ass. The plug was electrified!
            It was gone almost as soon as it came and the breathless and dismayed Shinji was left to stammer out apologies and excuses to the other patrons, who had been alarmed by his yelp. Misato simply watched him, a triumphant smile splitting her face. She held up a small remote.
            “Immediate, painful, and totally invisible to the uninitiated. All I gotta do is press here,” her finger twitched over the button and Shinji winced but was able to stay quiet. “Immediate reinforcement. No more naughty Shinji.”
            “That’s… terrifying, Miss Misato.”
            She giggled. “Isn’t it? Hey, you gonna finish your fries?”

            Now that Misato had debuted her new “toy” she seemed much less forgiving with his behavior. Twice she caught him staring at her breasts (which were very hard to ignore in the new low-cut dress she was wearing) and he was immediately punished with brutal shocks. Another time he made the mistake of offering his opinion without being asked first. That’s how he discovered that holding the button down made the shock last longer.
            So it was a thoroughly humbled and on-edge Shinji that followed Misato blindly into what he realized was a men’s tailor. After the chaotic displays of color and flair that made up the women’s clothing stores, the orderly rows of gray, black and blue suits seemed rather boring, but in a welcome way.
            “How may I help you?” a man asked as he emerged from the back room. As one would expect he was neatly dressed and had a very clean, tidy look to him. He kind of reminded Shinji of Commander Fuyutski.
            “Misato Katsuragi. We spoke on the phone a few days ago?”
           “Ahh of course, Miss Katsuragi. One moment.” The man disappeared into the back and emerged shortly after with a hanger bag. “One suit, black; one dress shirt, white; one tie, black; one belt, black with silver buckle. All sized according to your instructions. I must say, it’s very unusual to take an order without having the person come in for me to measure, but the measurements you gave me were extremely precise.”
            While the man busied himself with ringing up their order, Misato explained to Shinji that the suit was for him and she had used NERV’s detailed medical files to get it precision tailored to fit. “Of course,” she added in a whisper, “the files are for tight-fitting plugsuits and don’t quite take into account that little cage on your cock, so there might be a bit of a bulge!” She giggled as the boy blushed at the prospect.
            His mistress instructed him to go into the fitting room and change into the new outfit, and to put all of the clothes he’d been wearing into a bag, except for his shoes and socks.
            Only when he was fully undressed did he realize the woman hadn’t mentioned wearing any underwear.
            After changing, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. The suit did fit him very well. It was snug in all the right places but cut in just a way to give him a bit broader profile than his slender figure would normally produce. Holy shit, he thought for the first time in his life, I look good! Then he looked down.
            Unfortunately, Misato had not been wrong about the bulge. The cage tented the front of his slacks way more than normal. That in itself was not really a problem, but the unnatural shape of the cage was way too apparent through the thin material. Anyone who paid close attention would be able to tell something was there.
            If he hunched over just right, the bulge was barely visible, but he seriously doubted that he would be allowed that. With a sigh, the young slave realized all he could do was pray that they didn’t run into anyone as perverted as his guardian.

            Shinji was now immensely grateful for the rule about keeping his eyes down, as it gave him an excuse not to make eye contact with anyone as he trailed behind his mistress as they made their way along the busy streets of downtown Tokyo 2. He knew, consciously, that no one noticed except for Misato and the tailor (who had been professional enough to say absolutely nothing about it), but that bit of logic was no match for his adolescent insecurities that insisted mercilessly that every giggle and laugh he overheard was directed squarely at him. At his caged, desperate manhood.
            What’s worse is that he was starting to get aroused by all the humiliation his mistress was heaping on him, and that arousal was only making his ‘little secret’ more noticeable. He tried positioning one of Misato’s many shopping bags over his crotch but the domme noticed and sent a painful shock his way. When he stupidly tried it again minutes later, when he thought she wasn’t looking, the woman whirled about to face him. “A servant’s duty,” she declared way-too-loudly, “is to carry out the tasks he is given in the manner expected of him by the one he serves. Is that unreasonable?” Now there definitely was attention towards him. He ducked his head and stammered out an apology.
            To his dismay, her public scolding only made him hornier.
            So fucked up, he thought to himself.

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Can't believe I'm actually updating. Credit for this miracle goes to that dude who looked me up on tumblr to ask me about this thing. I got a lot to say about my feelings about this story. Looking back, I kinda feel like it's way more PWP than I'd intended and that makes it hard to go forward in the way I'd planned. Ideally I'd like to do a rewrite and tighten all this up but I know that rewrites tend to burn out authors even faster. So I'm gonna stick with what I got up already and just keep doing my best. Not my best work, but you know what? I'm having a lot of fun writing it.
Expect the next chapter sometime before the heat death of the universe. Thanks to all who reviewed and please give me more. I've gotten some great feedback from this story.
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