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Femdom balls kicking story
I have fond – if painful -- memories of the time in high school when I tried to sneak into the girls’ locker room after a swim match and spy on them. Our match was over by 8:30 pm and it was already going on 10, and I was the only guy left from our team. Somehow my **** little body got the best of me and I started to peek into the girls’ locker room.
Well, the door was invitingly open and there were four girls still there getting dressed. I guess they figured all the guys were gone, since they were walking around without paying any attention to the open doorway. The woman’s swim coach, a shapely amazon named Miss Johnson, was sitting on one of the benches, and they were all laughing and talking about the victory that the boys and girls teams had won that night. We really were good that year and everyone from the girls and boys team knew each other and we got along great, just like sisters and brothers. We would joke back and forth and complain about the skimpy swimsuits we had to wear. The girls’ suits showed just as much as ours; you could see every outline of every part we owned. The suits fit like a second skin, compressing the girls’ boobs and outlining their sexy groin groove almost as well as they did the guys’ “meat and potatoes”. As it was, it was not unusual to walk by and even stop to chat as we went to get dressed; it just didn't seem to matter if we saw each other half-dressed … until that night.
The adrenalin was still flowing after the match, and I guess I was more turned on than usual. It wasn’t like I had never seen the girls before, but I’d never seen any of them completely **** like this. I couldn’t help myself. I stood in the doorway, just to the side, and I was enjoying the view as my little hard-on got harder and harder inside my Speedo swimsuit. I was turned on by the sight of those nice tight young bodies and the coach, being just 24 years old, was in nice shape too.
When the coach saw me by door and I quickly turned to walk towards the boys showers when she said, "Hey, D is here. Come on in. You did a great job tonight, didn't he girls?" She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the room and then it hit her. She looked down at my hard-on trying to rip through my trunks and said, "Oh my, you’ve been watching us haven’t you? Just how long have you been standing there, D? You know we warned you boys about peeking and I told the girls the same thing. I don't care what you do on your own time but I won't have you boys, or the girls, allowing your hormones to get in the way of the meets!" The girls were giggling and laughing as I the coach was holding my hand. I was red as a beet, embarrassed, and my free hand was in front of me trying to hide my hard-on.
"Now I thing we need to teach D a lesson, don't we girls?" said the coach, as she stepped to my side, grabbed my free hand and pulled my arms to each side, completely exposing my raging hard-on to the girls. "See girls, he's excited to see us!"
They all laughed and I was saying "I'm sorry coach. I was just walking by… really... I'm sorry… I didn’t mean to, “ One girl still had her suit on, one was completely naked and the other two had already put their bra and panties on. The coach must have been just about ready to shower as she had her skirt on, but her blouse was open exposing a great laced bra.
"Well, come on girls, line up and give D a good look. Come on, stand right in front of him so he can get an eyeful. Let’s see if his dick gets any bigger." The coach let go of my arms. "Now stand right there D and I want your hands at your sides." The girls were laughing and stood right in front of me. One half dressed girl boldly stripped off her bra and wiggled her boobs at me. Her panty and bra clad friend was slow to do the same, so she unhooked the girl’s bra and removed it for her. “Let’s go all the way, girls,” the coach said, so the **** girls took off their panties as well. Both of them had nice shaved beavers, since it reduces the drag when swimming.
The girl in the swimsuit removed her suit, and now I was faced with four very cute and completely **** teenage women, not to mention the coach with her boobs trapped in that white lace bra. Diane, the girl who had wiggled her boobs at me, put her hands on her hips and spread her legs wide, so I couldn’t help staring at her fantastic pink **** lips. My **** was pounding like a jackhammer and the girls couldn’t help but see it swelling even more through my Speedos. They giggled and joked about it, but I didn’t care. I didn’t know if I I had gone to heaven right then, but I did know that I wasn't about to get off that easy. The coach grinned at the display of female flesh and then stepped in front of the girls. She said, “Well, D, now you’ve seen what you were after, and the girls do look great, don’t they? But I bet you’ve never seen a grown woman’s body before, have you?"
With that, the girls went silent and their eyes widened as the coach stepped out of her skirt and slipped off her blouse, standing there in just her underwear. God, she had a great body. How I wanted to see those big **** of hers unwrapped! "Now girls this is what I have said about the boys. Look at those things between his legs (as she grabbed each of my knees with her hands and spread my legs apart). Don't you move, D. I'm making a point!"
"See how boys get excited? That’s why we can beat them in the matches. Their body dynamics are not smooth like ours. Now if we could just keep them soft... this," then she mildly struck my **** and balls with the back of her hand, "would not be an issue in the pool or in the locker room!" I doubled over just a bit as it was more a surprise than it hurt, and the girls all began laughing again at my obvious embarrassment.
"Now girls, don't you think we owe it to D to help him get rid of that ugly hard-on so he can be slim and trim in the water for his team? And I think you agree we need to teach D that trying to sneak a peek at the girls locker room has its price!" The girls were laughing and they were all saying, "Yes, coach. Let’s teach him a lesson!”
"Then Kathy, come over here and hold D's right arm. Diane, come over and hold his left arm. Amy, hold his right leg out and Kim come over here and hold his left leg out. What do you think we should with you D?" The girls were holding my legs and arms apart and then Kathy smacked my ass with her free hand and the coach laughed. "I think we’re on the right track girls!" She walked behind me and pulled my trunks down so that my front was still covered but my ass was bare, and she slapped me several times, which only made my dick get harder still.
"I'll tell you what were going to do, D. I think you need a good kick in the balls to help you control your hormones, both to teach you a lesson and to help you trim up for your team. You just can't swim like that and expect to win. Your big dick just going to get in the way, so really this is for your own good." The girls were silent now, and they tightened their grip on me as they agreed. "Yes, let’s kick him in the balls!” said one naked cutie. “Can we all kick his balls, coach?" asked another.
I was pleading and begging, shaking and saying I was sorry, but the coach lifted my chin with her hands. "This really is for your own good D, and I can bet you won't be peeking into our locker room after we’re done anymore, will you?"
I said, “No I won’t, Miss Johnson, just don't hurt my balls, pleeeease, “
"All right girls, each of you get one shot at his balls, but I only want you to use your knees. No kicks this time. He's got a meet in two days and he has to win. Now I'll go first and watch me and do the same thing, and then we'll rotate."
The coach walked in front of me and reached out and grabbed my **** and pulled it to the side and slowly slid her knee up to my balls. "Ready, D?” I was shaking so badly that the girls had to hold me up. "Now count out loud girls, and help him to stand up after I knee his nuts for him.” The excited girls slowly counted off … “one…two... THREE!" Miss Johnson’s knee slammed up hard into both my poor balls, and she was pulling on my **** at the same time. The girls held me up when I doubled over and kept me from falling down. I’d never been hit in the balls before, not even in sports like most guys, and the coach had nailed me there perfectly. I was shocked at how much it hurt. It almost felt like my balls were on fire! “There D, that wasn't so bad was it? Only four more knees in the nuts to go!" All I could do was groan and beg for mercy.
But there would be no mercy from this woman. "Come on Kathy,” she said. “It’s your turn next.” The coach pulled my balls out of my speedos so that the girls could see exactly what they were aiming for. “There they are, girls,” she said. “A man’s weakest spot and a woman’s favorite target. Go get ‘em.” My throbbing balls dangled loosely between my legs, totally exposed and defenseless. I do have low hangers, and the girls’ eyes seemed to be glued to them. The coach took Kathy's place holding my arm, and Kathy moved around in front of me. "All right Kathy, you can see your targets now, so aim carefully." The coach grabbed my bent hard-on with her free hand and Kathy's bare knee came slowly up to touch my **** balls, and she was shaking with excitement too, "Come on, Kathy... on three."
Kathy, a sexy little blonde with cupcake **** and delicious looking shaved **** mound, had this concerned look on her face. "But coach, doesn’t this hurt him a lot? I mean… you already hit him there once. Maybe we should just…"
The coach laughed, "You’re going to learn Kathy, that a guy’s balls can take a lot of punishment. And besides, you’re going to like being in control this way too. Busting a guy’s balls is fun. Come on, he'll be fine. Won't you D?"
Then Kathy looked straight into my eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry." She put her hands on my shoulders and took careful aim.
"Come on,” said the coach as she began the count. “One… two… THREE!”
Kathy slammed her knee straight into my balls much harder than I had expected from her, ramming them up against my groin as though she meant to drive them into my throat. As I doubled over in pain, this sadistic look came over her face -- and she was smiling! Looks like Miss Johnson was right. I hadn’t realized before that just how much some girls really like busting a guy’s nuts. Sweet little Kathy was practically glowing with excitement.
"Oh God, coach! That was cool! That felt so great! Can I do his balls one more time? Pleassseeee?" She reached down a grabbed my balls and squeezed them repeatedly, adding even more pain to my misery.
"Not now Kathy. Maybe some other time. Let go of his balls and let the other girls have their turn." She reluctantly did so, and then I had to take three more hard knees from the eager **** girls; and all the while the girls were laughing at me and the coach pulling my **** out of my shorts for the girls to gawk at. First Diane, then Amy, and finally Kim did their best to pound my balls back up into my body. “Damn, D,” the coach said, shaking my dick in her hand when they had finished. “You’re getting harder, not soft! You must like getting your nuts busted. But I have an answer for that.”
"All right girls, let him go," she finally ordered after everyone had had a turn. I slid to the floor holding my throbbing balls, and to my surprise, there wasn't that much pain anymore after all. That first knee shot from Miss Johnson had been a killer and had clearly hurt the worst, while the second from Kathy was certainly bad enough. But the last three blows were all pretty much the same. Maybe my nuts were sort of numb from their initial pounding. And to tell the truth, it was kind of sexy getting hit down there in my most private parts by those cute and naked girls.
After a few minutes I managed to sit down on the bench, and the coach sat next to me. "Are you ok, D? Now that wasn't so bad, was it? Maybe we should do this for you once a month to keep you in training – and make the girls happy. What do you think, girls?"
Well, the girls all agreed that that was a fine idea, though I wasn’t so keen on having my balls worked over on a regular basis. But Miss Johnson said, "Come on girls, the fun’s over for today. Get dressed and let’s go home. And let’s keep our little adventure to ourselves. You don’t want the other boys becoming jealous,” she said with a sly smile. “I'll sit with D until he's able to leave too."
After a half hour the girls were gone, and I was sitting on the bench beside the coach drinking the orange juice she had given me. "Now you know why I had to do this don’t you?" I said yes. "But it still looks like you haven’t learned to control your hard-on. There's nothing wrong with having a hard-on, but there is a time and place for everything and swim meets and locker rooms are not one of them. Now stand up." I stood up and the coach was sitting on the bench facing me. She slid my trunks down to my ankles and I stepped out of them.
Then she took my hand and led me to her office, where she had me sit in her chair, “Now this IS going to hurt a lot, but understand it’s for your own good. I can’t have you ogling the girls and running around like a stiff dicked idiot." To my amazement, Miss Johnson took off her bra in front of me, exposing those gorgeous big boobs to my view. Her **** were full and snow white against her tanned body, with just a bit of sag to show that they were real, not silicon. Her big brown nipples stuck out like half-inch corks, and it was obvious that she was turned on by whatever it was she planned to do. The coach then put her bra around my waist backwards, pulled my now limp **** up and snapped the bra around me. My dick was trapped under the bra, which held it up and away from my balls. She walked around to the back of the chair and said, "Now spread your legs like a dear.” She bent over the chair and her wonderful breasts were rubbing against my neck and face. “You like that, don’t you,” she said. Damn right, I liked it. I LOVED IT! She reached both of her hands down to my balls and rolled them around in her hands, playing with them and feeling their size and weight. “These are nice ones,” she said, causing my dick to get stiffer than a telephone pole again. She smiled at that, and said … “But it’s time for business, not pleasure – not yours anyway.” Then she walked back around in front of me and knelt down.
“Come on now,” she coaxed. “Be a good boy and spread your legs wide. It’s time for your real lesson. That with the girls was just a sample.” With no witnesses around, I knew of was in for it. She slapped each of my thighs to make me part them. "Now close your eyes if want to, because this is reallygoing to hurt. I’m notpulling my punches this time,” she added with a sexy voice that almost had me coming on the spot. Miss Johnson then balled her right hand up in a fist in front of me and slowly arched it down to my balls. Her left hand cupped my balls to keep them from rolling with the punches, and she slowly arched her right fist up and down to my balls several times. She was breathing hard with anticipation. “Ready?” she asked. I nodded -- and then WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! I bucked my hips and tried to get free of her grip. “I said spread your legs!" she yelled, as I tried to protect my battered balls. She forced my hands away from my balls and pushed my legs apart . Then it was WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! all over again! Seven hard punches into my balls trapped in her hand. I had never felt such pain before in my life. Punch number eight caught me by surprise, since I thought she was through. WHAAAAAAAAAM! The hardest one all.
Next thing I knew I was on the floor in front of the chair holding my burning balls, my stomach muscles churning and me trying hard not to puke my guts out. I knew I must have looked ridiculous having a big hard-on trapped by her bra around me, but right then I didn’t care about anything except the terrible pain in my balls and the cramp in my guts. “All right on your knees, D,” she said after a few minutes with mock sweetness. “Come on, Mr Hard-on, you can do it. Come on baby, get up off the floor and do it for me. Let's get this lesson over with. Come on, D, up on your knees” You could see by her face how much she was getting off on this. Well, I’m glad one of us was enjoying it, because I sure wasn’t having the time of my life.
I was determined not to whimp out in front of her, so I slowly managed to draw myself up onto my knees. Miss Johnson got down on her knees in front of me and reached between my legs and pulled them apart. Then she suddenly raised up and slammed her right knee into my balls viciously hard, much harder than she had kneed me before the girls. I fell forward onto her, my face into her crotch. Her **** felt wet and hot through her cotton panties. Still not finished, the swim coach rolled me over to my side, forced my legs apart once again and started punching my balls full force. She pounded them repeatedly until she couldn’t hold my legs apart any more. Finally, she stood up, satisfied. I rolled up into a ball, clutching my poor pummelled plums and gulping in air like a drowning man. I looked up at my tormentor, and she was practically glowing. I’m sure she had climaxed while busting the hell out of my nuts, since she was covered in sweat and breathing hard. She reached down and undid her bra from me, smiling as she did. My newly freed dick began shooting a stream of semen , and I came harder than I ever had before in my life -- or ever have since. She had literally pounded the cum out of me.
Miss Johnson watched me spurt with satisfaction. Then she said, “Thanks for the fun, D. I’m sure this is one lesson you’ll never forget. Now lets go take a shower together.” And so we did, though I was in no shape to do more than admire her strong naked body. She let me soap and wash her body everywhere. Under different circumstances, I wouldn’t have been able to control myself. But right then I couldn’t have gotten a hard-on even if I had wanted to. Afterwards, we dressed and went our separate ways and no more was ever said about the incident. My balls ached for days, which was painfully obvious to me at the next match when I did a racing dive into the pool and my balls smacked into the water. Nevertheless, I ignored the distraction and won the race anyway.
We had a great season that year, winning every one of our matches, and then college came and it was just memories. I never saw the sexy coach again after that great last year of high school, and have never been able to connect with the any of the girls who were in the locker room and helped her work over my nuts. (I really wanted to pork that sexy little Kathy!) But if all I have is those great memories, they do too and they will last for many more years. If people will wonder why I sometimes smile to myself, well … let them read this and maybe they will understand. -
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Real Dominant Wife and enslaved husband
Real life femdom story
I am a happily married man who is totally ****-whipped by my domineering wife. My wife wanted me to share about our courtship and marriage. I would like to mention that I am Caucasian and my wife is African-American. Not that it matters but we like the contrast. She is my Ebony Goddess.
I read on your site your comments on how some men are restless when they are young and how they need to be trained by a woman. That would describe me. I had some trouble with the law in my younger days. I was in and out of trouble but what I needed was a strong woman to keep me in line. I am a big man, six feet seven inches tall and I weight two hundred and sixty pounds. I played football and basketball in college for a small division III school before I dropped out and began getting into trouble.
I met my wife at college but I only knew her casually as we had some classes together. I met up with her again years later as she went out with a friend of mine (a black man who was a teammate of mine). They broke up and he told me she was and I quote “one messed up ****”. This comment surprised me because she always seemed very nice to me. I always thought of her as a “good girl” and a “moral girl”. She did not drink or do drugs, I never heard her use vulgar language and I heard that she “did not put out”.
My friend moved away and I asked her out. I was attracted to African-American women but I had never been on a date with an African-American female. She accepted my invitation and we went out. I made my move on the first date but she refused me. I was cool with that, I figured an old-fashion girl and that was cool by me. On the second date, she invited me inside her place and I tried to make out with her but she again refused. She told me that she would let me know when the time was right.
On our third date, she invited me inside and she excused herself and went into the bedroom. She called for me and she was wearing a white lace bra, panty, garter belt, and stockings set and the white lace was a wonderful contrast against her dark skin. I tried to make my move but she pushed me away and told me to kneel before her. I had not even kissed her yet but she pulled down her panties, pointed to her crotch and ordered me to lick her. I licked her for what seemed like an hour and she had orgasm after orgasm as she tightly held my head against her ****. When she was done, she dismissed me. I didn’t know what to think so I left confused and with my pride shaken.
She called me up the next day and asked me if I liked her. I told her I did and she told me that she liked me but if I was going to date her we had to do it her way. I asked her what her way was and she told me that until we were married, I would not be allowed to have any kind of sexual contact with her except what we did the night before. I would have to lick her to orgasm when she had the need but she would not touch me and in fact she did not want to even see my ****.
I was a little confused but there was something about this girl that I needed. She just made me a better person and I knew my life was headed in the wrong direction. I needed her and I knew I needed her so I agreed to her terms. I figured I would wear her resistance down and she would want to engage in intercourse soon enough.
We dated for six months and once a week, sometimes twice, I would perform cunninglus on her until she orgasmed. I tried but she would never relent in her insistence that I keep my dick in my pants. After five months of dating, she proposed marriage to me but under the condition that after we were married, I would still not be permitted to screw her for six months. This resulted in a big fight, I called her a “****” and I broke off the relationship. I now knew what my friend meant when he called her a “messed up ****”.
A week later, I called her up and begged her to take me back. I needed her, I missed her and I really missed licking her ****. She agreed to take me back if I would agree to her terms for marriage. I did and we got married.
I went six frustrating months without screwing my new wife. She, on the other hand, had me eat her almost nightly. She is one sexually charged woman and once we were married and we lived together, she had me sexually service her all the time. She allowed me to masturbate but she would not touch my ****.
Once we were married and during these six months, she had me do the housework and she even tried to teach me to cook. I am a horrible cook but she still makes me do the dishes and the vacuuming and the dusting and the laundry. I became addicted to her **** and on nights when she didn’t want me to lick her, I actually craved it and would become disappointed. I almost had to lick her every night. I became addicted to the taste and smell of her. She could get me to do anything for the right to perform cunninglus on her.
After six months of marriage, she was true to her word and we consummated the marriage. It was a romantic night that I will never forget. We went away to a hotel suite at a five star hotel, we had a Jacuzzi tub, candle lit room and champagne. I had been with lots of women in my wild days but I had never experienced anything this romantic.
We have now been married for five years but she has never once performed oral sex on me and she says she never will. We do have intercourse frequently but our sex life is still primarily about me going down on her, and that is what I enjoy the most and what she enjoys the most.
We have done some S&M stuff like she spanks me every now and again if I’ve been bad and she likes to slap my face when I displease her but other than that she dominates me by what she calls “her **** power”. She keeps me on a short leash, I do not hang out with my old friends but I am very happy and my life has never been better. I have a good job, she has a better job as she completed her education, but I am dong alright for myself. I owe my wife everything.
Now here is the real kicker that you will appreciate. My wife told me last year where she learned how to enslave a man. What she did with having me perform cunninglus on our third date and making me wait six months after we were married before I could penetrate her, she learned all of this from her mother. Her Mom told her when she was a teenager that this is how a woman gets a good husband. She said a man who will submit to this will be a good husband. My wife told me I was the fourth man she tried this with (including my friend) and the other three never made it more than a month. I was the only one that proved my worthiness and that is why she chose to marry me.
I love her mother but I kind of wish she didn’t tell me this because every time I see her now, I feel embarrassed knowing that her mother knows about our sex life. We never talk about it but just knowing that she knows makes me uncomfortable. My wife laughs when I tell her this.
I am a happy man and we love your site. My wife does not care for the **** S&M stuff but she loves the articles about women being superior and she enjoys some of the stories. She wanted me to share our story and I thank you for the opportunity. -
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Sissy husband slave training
- story about training new slave sissy husband
"Of course you'll train Thomas just as I have your father," commented Priscilla to her daughter, Amanda, "once you have him broken, he'll never raise his voice to you again!" "Naturally, mother," Amanda answered a matter of factly, "once the wedding is over, I'll control him by his balls, just as you have father!!!" Her mother thought about that for a second and replied, "I'm not sure you should wait, dear, it would be a much more enjoyable honeymoon if Thomas was already broken and ready to serve you!" "Do you really think so," asked Amanda seriously, "if we're not married he might try to run on me!?!" "Priscilla chuckled and replied, "Dear, have you ever known me to misjudge a man!?!" Shaking her head and smiling, Amanda answered quickly, "You're right as usual, when do you think I should do it!?!" "Well," her mother replied, "isn't he coming over this evening?!?" "Yes," Amanda replied, "he's picking me up at seven!" "Then it's settled," her mother replied firmly, "tonight when he comes by to pick you up, we'll invite him in and then break his balls!!!"
"Please sit down," Amanda said Thomas, "mother has a few things she'd like to talk to you about!" With a worried look Thomas sat down and waited for Amanda's mother to speak! After clearing her voice she began, "As you know, in less than a month you will be marrying my daughter, and while I generally agree with her decision to marry you, I still hold some serious reservations!" "I-I don't understand," he stammered, "I have a good job, and I love your daughter deeply, and she loves me too!!! Priscilla gave Thomas a stern look and replied evenly, "My concerns lie elsewhere, young man, and if you are to marry my daughter the decisions you make in the next several minutes will be crucial, do I make myself clear!?!" "Uh, yes, perfectly," he replied quietly, "what is it you want to know?!?" "What I want you to do, is get up and face Amanda and do exactly as she says," Priscilla ordered!!!
"W-what are you doing," Tommy said in a nervous voice, as Amanda unzipped his pants and slid them down around his ankles along with his under shorts!?! "Silence," Amanda replied harshly, just do as your told!!!" "See, mother," Amanda said, "he has a very nice ****, and of course a large pair of balls!!!
Upon hearing his fiancee speaking to her mother about his genitals, Tommy turned bright shade of red and tried to turn his body away from the older female's prying eyes!!! It was then for the first time that Tommy experienced the excruciating pain that was from that moment on become a normal part of his life!!! Without a word of warning, Amanda grabbed a hold of his testicles and viciously squeezed and twisted them with all of her might, sending him reeling to the floor doubled up in agony!!! "Ohhhhhhhhhh, god," he moaned, "what have you done to me, I-I can't move!!!" "Tommy," Amanda asked, "can you hear me!?!" "Y-y-yes, I hear you, ohhhhhhhhhh, it hurts so badly!!!" "Tommy," she went on, "from now on you will do what I say the moment I say it, do you understand me!?!" "Y-yes," he stammered, "I understand you, but it hurts so badly, what am I going to do," as he lay writhing on the carpeted floor!?! "The only way to take the pain away," replied Priscilla, "is to have an orgasm, so we want you to masturbate for use, and have a nice hot gusher on your tummy, do you understand!?!" "Yes," he said with a groan, "anything you ask, just make the pain go away!!!"
Both women watched in fascination as Amanda's future husband began jerking his big pecker with one hand, while cupping his swollen nuts with the other!
"You were right about him," Priscilla said quietly, "he has a very nice ****, and with a little training of his balls, you can control his pecker!!!" Amanda smiled at her mother and then said, "Tommy, this is rule number one, you never ever touch your pecker unless I say so, do you understand me, because if I catch you touching yourself, I'll squeeze your balls until you pass out from the pain!!!" Tommy was furiously beating his meat, but he nodded in agreement to the first of many new rules, which of course brought a broad smile from Amanda's mother!!! "Dear," Priscilla asked her daughter, "when he's finished would it be all right if I had him eat my ****!?!" Of course," Amanda replied, "from now on he'll suck whom ever we tell him too!!!
"I think he's getting close," Amanda opined, just as Tommy's pecker began spurting violently all over his belly, "there now, does that feel better!?!" "A-a little," he moaned, "it still hurts pretty bad though!!!" "Before you suck off mother, come over hear and let me feel them," Amanda ordered!!! "Yes, ma'am," he said quickly, as he slid over before his future wife, while offering her direct access to his bruised and swollen nuts!!! Gently, this time, she cupped his nut bag and let the two balls rolled softly from one finger to the other before closing her hand around them, and giving them a little quick squeeze! "Ohhhhhhhh," he groaned as she applied a little more pressure, "p-please, no more, no more!!!" "Are you going to be a good boy and listen to me at all times," she asked seriously!?! "Oh, yes, anything you say, just please don't hurt me anymore!!!" Unbeknownst to Tommy, Amanda's father had just entered the living room, and with his head down, silently watching as his daughter whipped her future husband into shape! "Mother," Amanda asked, "before Tommy sucks you off, I think that for him to show his sincerity, he should suck daddy off first!!!" "I think that's an excellent idea, dear," Priscialla replied beaming from ear to ear, "Jack, go over in front of Tommy and expose yourself to him!!!" With his head still bowed, Amanda's father dropped his pants and stood in front of Tommy in a pair of white lace panties, which, did nothing to hid his large ****!!!
"Tommy," Amanda ordered, "get on your knees and suck daddy's pecker, and when he shoots, swallow all of his cum, do you understand me!?!" Tommy nodded, while struggling to his knees, but like the good little **** he was becoming, he never hesitated and took the big **** into his mouth and sucked it like he had been sucking **** for years!!!
"Aren't our men just precious," a very proud Priscilla offered, "look at how quickly Tommy has taken to sucking ****!!!" By this time both Amanda and her mother had lifted their skirts and begun casually playing with their wet pussies!!!
"After daddy blows," Priscilla offered, "Tommy can suck me, and your father can do you!!!" "Mmmmm, that sounds heavenly," Amanda whispered, "I hope he sucks as good as Tommy does!!! "Don't worry," her mother said reassuringly, "I've trained his mouth and tongue well, he knows right where your clit is, believe me!!!" Amanda leaned back with her legs spread wide and asked,
"How does a big **** taste, Tommy, do you feel like the little **** you are!?!" Mmmmph, was all he could say, because right at that moment, his mouth was being filled by her father's spurting cum, and he was desperately trying not to lose any down his chin, as to upset his now firm mistress!!!
"Okay, pussies," Priscialla crowed, "Tommy, you come over here and suck my ****, and Jack, you know what to do to Amanda!!!" Both men, with heads bowed, took their places between the thighs of the mother-daughter dominants, and quietly began sucking their vaginas!!!
"Mmmmm, he has a wonderful mouth, "Priscilla sighed, "he should be able to service you for years!!!" "You trained daddy well," Amanda responded, "he has a very adept tongue, and you were so right, he knows exactly where my clit is!!!" The two men, just glad to be sucking females, bored in hard on their wet targets, and brought both of their respective partner's to hard quick orgasms!!! As they lounged with their legs spread wide, both women had the men clean their bulging **** lips with their tongues, which of course resulted in another climax by both of them!!!
When they were finally completely satiated, Priscilla produced a pair of light pink panties and tossed them over to Amanda, who said, "Rule number two, from now on you will always wear a pair of frilly lace panties, is that understood!?!" Tommy took the panties from his mistress, slipped them on, and replied softly "Anything you say, dear, anything you say!!!"
The two men stood in the middle of the room with their heads hung low, not daring to look at their mistresses until they were spoken to! Both mother and daughter were lolling on the sofa naked, with their legs spread wide and their vaginas flared open in a wet invitation for oral sex!
"Don't they look just precious," Priscilla said to her daughter, while eyeing her husband and son in law, "I especially think Tommy looks so sweet in his new bra and panty out fit!!!" "Me too," her daughter gushed, "they both have such large erections, and they look so uncomfortable, I'll bet they wish they could put them into our pussies right now!!!" "Mmmmm, I'm sure," Priscilla replied, "but we have other plans for those erections don't we!?!" "That's right," Amanda replied while laughing, "you two little pussies will soon be putting on a show for our best girl friends!!! A look of horror came over Tommy's face as he realized the ramifications of what his new bride had just revealed, and he begged, "P-please, dear, don't let anyone see me dressed like this!!!" "Did I say you could speak," Amanda demanded!?! "No," he replied softly, "I-I'm sorry, dear!" "That's better," she retorted, "you just shut your mouth and do what you're told!!!"
Tommy couldn't believe what was happening to him!!! Just two months ago he was a happy go lucky young man looking forward to his marriage to an beautiful young woman, when out of the blue, she had grabbed him by his testicles and completely dominated his existence!!! Even worse, he had found out that Amanda's mother had forced her father into a subservient roll twenty years ago, and was now tutoring her daughter in the fine art of domination!!!
At this very minute, there were ten naked women laughing and poking fun at the two bra and panty clad submissives!!! "Oh, Pris," an overweight woman with huge **** gushed, "you have done a marvelous job bringing up Amanda, as well as training Jack and Tommy, do you think it would be okay if I touched their erections!?!" "Thanks," Pris said beaming, "I believe that things have turned out rather well, and of course, feel free to touch them as you please!!!" "Say, everyone," Priscilla announced, "Candy is going to unwrap our little ****'s erections, so if everyone will take a seat, we can watch and enjoy it!!!" "Do Tommy first," someone yelled out, "it looks like he has a big one!!! This comment was met with regales of laughter, which quickly turned to oohs and ahhhs as Candy slid Tommy's panties down to his ankles!!!
"Hey, Amanda," Jill called out, "how does it feel to get **** by that big ****!?!" Amanda chuckled and replied, "Well girls, as you know, Tommy and I have just gotten married and as of yet he hasn't earned the right to put his **** into my ****, but he's getting there!!!" "Wow, Jill shot back, "you have more will power than I do!!!" "Well," Priscilla rejoined, "how would you like to be his first, Jill?!?" "Really," Jill asked excitedly, "are you serious!?!" "Of course" Priscilla replied, "he's yours for the taking, would anyone like to have Jack suck her ****!?!" While everyone's hands shot up in unison, Priscilla commented to Amanda, "This is going to be a very successful party!!!"
While panty clad Jack took his place between Vera's thighs, Jill stood in front of Tommy and jacked his hard pecker until he was groaning in anticipation!
"Not so fast, my little ****," Jill said softly to Tommy, "you're gonna have to stick that big thing into my tight little ****!!!" Everyone became very quiet as Jill pushed Tommy down onto his back and slowly lowered her hairy little **** onto his big prick head!
"Oh, ****," she moaned as each inch of his thickness slowly slipped inside of her, "jesus, Amanda, you don't know what you're missing, I'm already about to cum!!!" Tommy couldn't believe his luck, Amanda wouldn't let him **** her, but she was letting one of her friends do it for her!!! Just when he thought that he was going to be able to shoot his load into a nice tight ****, he heard the harsh voice of Prisciall piercing the air, "Tommy, you may give Jill her orgasm, but if you climax in her ****, we will have to give you some additional punishment!!! "Oh, no," he groaned to himself, "if he shot his nut, that **** Priscilla would grab him by his nuts and squeeze them until he passed out!!!" "Did you hear me, Thomas," she repeated?!? "Y-yes, mistress," he stammered, "I-I won't cum in her ****!!!" It was pure torture for him, the lithe body of Jill was bouncing up and down on his pole as she drove herself to orgasm, while he on the other hand, was forced to try and keep his prick from emptying his seed inside of her!!!
On the other side of the room, Vera was nearing her own climax thanks to the talented tongue of **** whipped Jack!!!
"How is he," asked Priscilla, "I trained him myself!?!" "He's wonderful," Vera said between shallow breaths, "h-he knows just exactly where my clit is!!!" Around the rest of the room, everyone had casually begun to masturbate while watching the two women being pleasured by the submissive **** males!!! Jill was the closest to orgasm, and her soft moans had turned into loud if not vociferous groans as she bore down on the thick pecker that was impaling her tight ****!!! "Oh, god," she groaned loudly, "he's so **** big, he's splitting me in half," while at the same time, several of the women in the audience couldn't hold back either, as the sight of seeing the cute little ass moving up and down drove them over the edge along with Jill!!! For Tommy, on the other hand, it was total agony!!! The little **** riding his **** had taken no mind about his predicament, and had used him for her own personal **** doll!!!
Gritting his teeth and trying in vain to think about other non sexual things, as Jill settled hard onto his meat, he erupted in a violent **** numbing orgasm, that filled the little blonde's **** with a gusher of cum!!!
Everyone in the room grew silent almost at once, realizing that Tommy had failed control himself as Priscilla had ordered!!! As his shrinking **** slipped from the slippery ****, Priscilla intoned evenly, "Thomas, you are in a world of trouble!!!
"I-I'm sorry, mistress," he stammered, "I couldn't help myself!!!" "What do you think we should do with him, dear," she asked her daughter, Amanda?!? "Please," he interjected, "don't hurt me anymore, I'll try to do better next time!!!" "Shut your mouth, ****," she spat back to him, "get over here this instant!!!" Slinking over to her with head bowed, he waited for what he was sure to be a very painful experience!!! "Look at his pecker," she said derisively, "all that meat and he still can't measure up!!!" While she was speaking, Priscilla took his **** in her hand and softly caressed it until it was again at full attention!!!
"How does that feel, Thomas," she asked softly?!? "V-very good," he shuttered, still nervous at what might happen at any moment!!! When her hand slowly slid from his **** to his sore testicles, he knew the end was near!!! "Thomas," she asked, "are your balls sore!?!" "Yes," he sighed in a voice of resignation, "very sore!!!" "And why is that," she pressed!?! "Because you and Mistress Amanda have squeezed them hard," he replied!!! "And why have we done that," she asked?!? "Because I deserve it," he said with head bowed!!! "That is correct," she replied, "you are nothing more than a pig male who must be punished!!!" He was just about to reply, when out of nowhere, she gripped hard on his swollen nut sack until he slid to the floor and passed out form the pain!!!
"Jack," Priscilla barked, "get up from that **** and get over here, right now!!!" "Yes, ma'am, he replied, as he quickly scurried over in front of his naked wife!!! "A lot of what went on here with Thomas is your fault," she snapped harshly, "I gave you specific instructions to explain all of the rules to him, but is obvious you did a poor job of it, for that reason, you will receive the same punishment!!!" "Amanda, take your father's balls in your hand," she intoned evenly, "now, show him the power!!!" While looking her mother in the eye, Amanda slowly closed her hand around the two sensitive organs until she was crushing them with a vice like grip!!!
"Ohhhhhhhh, god, the pain," he wailed, just before passing out next to his young son in law!!!
The ladies slowly filed out of the living room and into the dining room for some refreshments, while leaving the two male pussies passed out on the floor. As they slowly regained consciousness, the pain in their groins seemed beyond belief, and Tommy moaned to Jack, "I-is it always like this!!!" "Yes, it is," Jack replied through gritted teeth, and I wouldn't want it any other way!!!
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Tease Orgasm Denial femdom story
The Taking of Slave Jeremy
Jeremy knew something wasn't right. Mistress had been acting strange lately. Her normal "bite-his-head-off" attitude was replaced with smiles and gentle caresses on his body. Why, just last night, She had tilted his chin up so he could look Her full in the face and actually kissed his lips. Oh how wonderfully soft they were! Full, ripe, a hint of a smile on them. She had tousled his long hair and left the room right after, humming to Herself. He had stayed very still as his eyes followed Her feet out the door. He was wondering if it were a trick. He sighed deeply now and continued to polish the black leather boots before him.
His hands worked the stiff brush back and forth over the tops. How they must glisten or woe is he. He could hear Her coming now and he picked up the pace, swirling the polish briskly. She entered the room and paid him no attention. He sat naked, cross-legged on the floor. He could sense that she was watching and he kept his eyes focused on the task at hand. Indeed, she was watching him. Her hazel eyes boring a hole through his lean, tanned body. She watched the muscles in his back as he worked diligently.
His chest was lightly furred, just the way she liked it. His leg muscles powerful and arms strong enough to lift her and carry her great distances before tiring. She smiled to herself and sat down at her desk. "Jeremy." The one word sent a shiver down his spine.
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Come here and sit before Me." He laid the boot and polishing cloth on the floor beside him and crept on all fours to his waiting Mistress. Once there, he rose up on his knees and placed his hands at the small of his back. Keeping his head down, he waited. He felt her hands run through his hair and pull out a tangle. The same hand caressed the broad shoulder and squeezed his biceps hard. She made a soft noise of pleasure. He kept his gaze on the floor in front of him.
"Turn around and sit between my legs," she told him. He did as she bade him and could feel his hands beginning to sweat. Her nails were long and sharp yet she stroked his back now with an almost loving caress. She unsnarled the tangles in his hair one at a time and kept touching his arms, shoulders and back. He was almost dizzy from her touch. This was so unlike her. He pushed the thought out of his mind and sighed gently.
"How long have you served Me, Jeremy?"
"Four months now, my Mistress." She made a clucking sound with her tongue and continued the gentle touching.
"Then perhaps it is time, my pet." He did not ask what was it time for and she did not say another word. She stroked his hair absently again and then pushed him to one side and left the room. He sat there in silence and wonder for a moment and then went back to polishing her boots.
He did not see her for the rest of the day. When nightfall came, he set about lighting the candles about the house as she liked. He was now back in the study. As he set about fluffing a pillow here and there and lighting the tapers, he heard her come in. He did not turn around, but noticed the musky scent of her as she flitted about the room. He heard her open the sliding door to the patio and the click of her lighter.
Mistress liked to sit on the deck at night and smoke her cigarettes before bed. She had said once to someone that it cleared her head. He couldn't remember who it was, but it did not matter, was of no concern to him. He sat by the patio door on the cushion she had bought him when he first arrived. His body was tired but his mind was abuzz. He thought of her soft hands caressing his body that afternoon and he could feel himself stirring. It had been more than one week since she had allowed him to touch her sexually. He was craving her. He felt himself growing harder at this thought, and he smiled to himself.
She had finished her smoke and was lighting another. "Jeremy," she called out softly. "Come here." He slid the screen door open and made his way to her feet. Kneeling before his Goddess, he waited. "Go and turn down my covers. Light the candles I have placed on the tables and wait for me."
"Yes, Mistress." He paused for a moment to see if she would add anything to the tasks. When she said nothing further, he padded back into the study and headed down the hall. Fresh flowers were on the tables as were several small white candles. He found the matches she had left and lit the candles one by one. He pulled down the comforter and the sheet and knelt by the foot of her bed. His heart was pounding in his chest. His **** had swelled and was now throbbing between his legs with the aching need of having been denied for a week.
He stayed silent and waited. He could hear her closing the patio door. The sound of her feet on the cool tiled floor. Then the door of the bedroom being shut. His heart racing now as he wondered what lay ahead of him. She was close to him now. Her perfume was clinging to his nostrils, making him dizzy. He had unconsciously clasped his hands behind his back and he could feel his palms wetting. God, what she could do to him without even a touch! She was behind him now.
"Close your eyes." He did so and felt he comfort of the blindfold surround him. She secured it well and checked to make sure he could not see. When she was satisfied that he could not, she touched his cheek.
"So beautiful," he heard her murmur aloud. She reached around to unclasp his hands and he felt them being pulled forward. She was urging him to rise. He did so, his **** surging forth in front of him with need. She chuckled and slapped at it playfully.
"There will be time enough for that later, my pet." He felt the blush rise in his cheeks.
"Yes, Mistress." She bade him to lean forward and hold himself up using his arms at the foot of the bed. He did so easily, his body built for endurance and strength. She admired the body before her. Tanned. Naked. Strong. A perfectly smooth ass. Her face broke into a smile. He stayed still, the blindfold keeping him in darkness. He could smell the vanilla of the candles. He could feel her presence behind him. His body yearning for a kiss, a touch, anything to ease this pain in his loins. He made sure to keep his **** from touching the coverlet. Must not rub against the satiny temptation before him. Her hands were now on his ass, kneading the buttocks firmly.
He felt himself jerk as she swatted him with her bare hand. The movement caught him off guard. He locked his knees and his arms straight for the next blow. And so it began. She had now moved off to the side of him, spanking his naked ass.
The cheeks were becoming red as she hit him. He stood there in perfect silence and let her unleash the fury. The hand was soon replaced with the leather slapper and when the first strike came, he moaned involuntarily aloud. She thrashed his buttocks, back and calves until they were stinging from the pain. His breath was coming in quick gasps. His body was enflamed and his **** was showing signs of pre-cum on the purple tip. She allowed him a moment of rest.
Letting the slapper fall to the floor, she now caressed the welts that crossed his back and ass. She ran a hand around the front of him and squeezed his fat ****. He cried out in surprise and pain.
"I see you wish to take me, Jeremy," he heard her say.
"Oh God, yes, Mistress." Again she caressed the tender cheeks of his ass. He could almost hear the smile in her voice at the next words. "But what if I wish to take you, Jeremy?" His body in a heated frenzy, his **** about to burst forth its seed, he wasn't quite sure what she meant. He felt her hand on the back of his neck, pressing his face into the bottom of the bed. The comforter was cool against his face. She took his arm and fastened the cuff around the wrist. Moving to the other side of the bed, he felt her do the same to the other. She went around behind him and kicked his legs apart. It was now that Jeremy knew what was to happen.
Somewhere deep inside, he felt himself screaming at this violation. The other side was calming him, urging him to run with the feeling and allow her this pleasure. She was rubbing her breasts against his ass. The nipples were taut and he was again sighing with pleasure. He now noticed that she had pulled him close enough to the bed that he could indeed rub his tortured **** against the softness of the covers. But he dared not, lest he spill his seed before her. He felt her hand grasp underneath him and cup his balls. His **** hard, pressing against his belly, he gritted his teeth as she worked them. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft and squeezed the breath out of him again. She was grinding her **** against his ass cheeks and working his **** at the same time. Just when he was about to explode, she stopped. His body cringing and hungry for the release that was so close. His breath came in hard spurts, his agonizing moans were pleasing to her ears. How she loved to tease him unmercifully before the orgasm.
She stroked his welted back and whispered "Not yet." He could feel the bed move under her weight as she climbed on. He could smell her **** as she moved it closer and closer to his face. She lay back and positioned herself under his mouth. He lapped at the sweet juices. His tongue was swirling around the erect little bud. How he wanted to slide many fingers into her tight opening but his hands were bound for a reason. He strained against them, pressing his nose into the sticky folds of her wet ****. He could feel her muscles tighten around his tongue, which was now inside her. He licked and sucked at her until finally she came with a yell of his name and lay panting under his mouth. His face was wet with her love and he eagerly attempted to lick it off his mouth. Her breathing was uneven and she was grateful for the blindfold that obscured his view of her right now. Her hair was tangled and her cheeks were flushed.
She said nothing, only stretched languidly and promptly rose from the bed. He was still licking remnants of her come off of his mouth when she crept up behind him. The nearness of her reached into his still painfully erect **** and it surged forth. He was so desperate to have her. To shove it deep inside her sticky hot walls of flesh and bury himself in that sweet spot. But still she tormented him by not giving in. Instead, he felt her brush a hand over his welted buttocks and spread the cheeks of his ass apart. She was spreading something into the crack of his ass. It was cold and he shivered despite the heat emerging from his body. He felt her finger slide against the hole and linger there. She pressed it harder this time, seeking for entry.
Initial instinct took over him and he unwillingly closed his cheeks. She slapped his ass hard. He tried to relax, his breath becoming uneven. He felt the finger again pressing on his tight hole. She was rubbing the cream into him. He felt her finger go in just a little bit and her other hand was caressing his ****. The combination of the two sensations were almost too much for him to bear. She teased his **** with her finger, pushing in a little further every time until he found that he was straining for it. The thought was shocking to him and yet, arousing. Every thrust inside his ass sent a shiver to his ****. She was squeezing his prick and finger-**** his ass. He heard an animal groan emerge from his usually silent lips. She removed her finger and stopped the ****. He body was still jerking from the rhythm and he cried out in frustration.
"Oh, please, Mistress!"
Her body so close, her taste on his lips, his **** on fire, Jeremy thought he could not take any more. She walked away from him and left him tied to the bed. His **** was so hard, his strong arms bound tightly to the bed, his blue eyes covered by the blindfold. She knew what she wanted to hear and she would wait all night until she heard it. He writhed against the bed, knowing that if he came on the covers, all hell would break loose, and yet he was so close. So **** close another stroke would send him over the cliff. He gritted his teeth and another low wail came from him. She was silently watching him. She let him cry out in frustration and was quite pleased with him. But still, she was not done.
Not yet. There was one more thing left to do.
He had tried to calm himself, but the agonizing throb of his prick kept him where she needed him to be. He could hear her pacing the room. She patted his ass when she walked by. He heard her rummaging through the dresser and then heard a familiar sound. She came up behind him and opened his ass again. The cream was cold and his body was so hot. He felt her pressing, probing, teasing him. Then all at once, she began sliding the vibrator into his tight little ass. He groaned and cried out, this time in pain, and she did not stop. It was thick and long, and by the way it was searing into his flesh, he now understood that she intended to **** him with it. No more teasing, this was real.
The vibrator's tip found its mark and she was now guiding it in and out of his ass. He felt her spread his buttocks apart to get a better view of this. He felt many emotions come to mind. Shock. Disbelief that she was really doing this. And then, the feelings took hold. He began to push his ass back onto it, hoping that this would please his Mistress. She caressed his back and opened him as no one ever had before. He spread his legs wide and let her **** him. Her hand again found his prick and she was jerking him off.
She picked up the pace just a bit and felt the throbbing of his **** in her hands. She knew that he could not hold out much longer. The moment of truth had come. Would he say the words? His arms fighting the cuffs, his legs spread apart, the vibrator buried inside him, he suddenly cried out "Oh God, **** me Mistress!"
Her hand around his ****, she felt him shoot his cum all over the coverlet.
His body jerked and spasmed and he cried out her name. The dildo still inside him, he clenched his cheeks together and held it in place, the whirring barely audible now. She caressed his sweaty body. Released him from the confines and let him cry to her. He shuddered against her naked body and it was now that she removed the blindfold. She stroked his cheek and kissed away his tears. They lay like this for a moment before she spoke. "I am pleased, Jeremy." His body limp in the aftermath, he said nothing. The vibrator was still humming inside him as he drifted off to sleep.
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FEMDOM PARTY
By Defiant
Michelle and John were at the kitchen table over supper, in heated discussion
about a masquerade party they were to attend that night.
"Honey," he said placatingly, "We're both to blame. We knew the damn party was
coming up and neither one of us took enough interest to think about renting
costumes. Is there any way we can fake it with the stuff we have around here?"
"What did you have in mind?" she asked sarcastically. "Do you want to do the old
oil sheik trick again using one of the bed sheets?"
"Nah. I guess we can't pull that stunt two years in a row."
"No," she said affirmatively. "You as the oil sheik and me as the tart isn't
going to cut it."
"Maybe not," he said, "But you sure caused quite a stir last year dressed the
way you were. Maybe you can improve on that theme."
Brightening, she responded, "You're right. They ate it up, didn't they? There's
nothing like a little eroticism to turn a room on its collective ear. I suppose
I could do that with what I have, but what are we going to do about you?"
An idea flashed in John's mind. It was outrageous, he knew, but their friends
thought of the couple as being racy and, he admitted, he liked the reputation.
"Suppose I just wear my underwear and go as your love slave?"
Michelle laughed, then stopped and thought about it. Actually, she considered,
that really could be a good idea. Their friends wouldn't be disappointed and,
besides, they'd probably have a lot of fun.
"That's not half bad," she said. "I'll wear my leather mini, seamed stockings
and I'll make sure my garters show from time to time. The patent leather black
spikes would fit right in, too. And, to really make them stand up and take
notice, I'll wear only a black bra; no blouse, just the push-up bra. Okay so
far?"
"Yeah, but you've gotta add those shoulder-length gloves of yours, and lots of
make-up, costume jewelry...you know, the whole nine yards."
A couple of hours later, Michelle was erotically, mind-bendingly in costume.
Here five-feet-seven inches, made taller by the four-inch spikes, clad in the
black garments and only the black bra, put a bulge in John's undershorts, his
only apparel.
Michelle struck a provocative pose and said, "Well, I see my love slave is
behaving and reacting in the proper manner for his mistress. This outfit turns
you on, huh?"
He fingered his **** and respond, "Yeah. But how do I handle this at the
party? Outrageous is one thing, this is something else. I can't be walking
behind you all night with a hard-on."
"You're right," she said, "you can't. But the idea of you going in just your
underwear is still a good one. How about changing out of those bikinis and into
a pair of boxers? I can tie your **** down with a scarf so it snuggles neatly
against your leg."
John had a curious look on his face as he approved her plan. "Okay, it's worth a
try. I suppose the bulkiness of the boxers will allow for it."
Michelle selected a scarf from the dresser drawer at that point, took John's
**** in her hand, and wrapped the scarf around it once before bringing the
loose ends around his thigh and tying it. She pulled up his boxers to see how it
looked and was pleased. There was only a hint of his rigid **** outline,
tantalyzing but not too provocative.
Playfully, she slapped his shorts over the **** and said, "There you go, love
slave. Your hard-on will be a secret only we two will share."
"Great. But now that you've got it all tied up, I want you more than ever. Let's
fool around a bit before we go."
"Not on a bet," she said. "I've just spent a lot of time putting together this
look and I won't have it ruined that quickly. But", she teased, "If you obey me
tonight, I might let you have your way later on."
John and Michelle made their way downstairs. At the kitchen door, Michelle
observed that the mistress and love slave act, to go over properly, needed
refinement. His following her in his underwear didn't quite cut it.
John had the answer right away. He hurried down to the basement, rummaged around
a bit, then returned with the collar and leash they'd used for their old dog. He
also brought Michelle's riding crop, the one she'd bought when the equestrian
bit was the in-thing with their crowd. He handed her all three.
"Perfect!" she exclaimed. "Here, let me put the collar around your neck. Ooooh,
it fits beautifully. And now I'll just clip the leash onto it. There. Now you're
leashed like the slave you are and if you misbehave, I'll use this whip on you."
John reacted immediately to her words. His **** was harder than ever. He didn't
quite comprehend why he was more turned-on than he thought he ever could be. But
he was. And Michelle was fabulous! The leather skirt, the high heels and the
deep-plunging bra made him weak at the knees. Did her being dressed the way she
was and having him collared have anything to do with this? Her threat to use the
riding whip on him, although in jest, caused a deep-rooted pang of sexual
longing.
And then he realized it. John wanted her to whip him! He wanted to be in bondage
to her! Now, how in the world could he tell her those thoughts? How could he
admit that what they were doing right now was the utmost in sexual excitement?
Instead, he said, "Michelle, you were right about the props. They seem to make a
world of difference. But, before we go, maybe we better practice some of the
theatrics of this thing so we look that much more convincing."
Michelle, while putting the collar around his neck and attaching the leash, felt
a shudder of pure longing rampage through her body. Dressed the way she was, she
felt like a goddess -- erotic and desired -- whose right it was to have a sex
slave, a slave like John. Just the thought of actually using her whip on him
made her flush.
"You're right," she said. "If we're going to win first prize, we not only have
to look the part, we have to play it. Let's go into the living room and
practice."
She walked ahead of him, holding her end of the leash. John followed on the
tether.
"My slave should never stand taller than me, his mistress. Perhaps you'd better
get down on your hands and knees and we'll practice your crawling behind me."
She imperiously pointed to the floor with her crop and John went to his knees.
Taking a firm hold on the leash, tightening the slack, Michelle led him around
the circumference of the room. When she stopped, John remained on all fours and
she sat on his back.
"This is good," she said. "I can use you as my chair wherever we are in the
party room. Is that good theatrics?" she asked, somewhat uncertainly.
John had difficulty answering the question. But he eventually got to it. "Yes,"
he said. "That's a perfect start. And, for the purpose of scripting, you should
probably be calling me 'slave' and I should be answering ‘Mistress'. How does
that sound, Mistress?"
"Perfect, slave. You will address me as Mistress throughout the evening."
"Yes, Mistress." She rose from his back and led him to where she sat on the
sofa, crossing her legs. "Slave, that video we saw a while ago had a woman
getting her shoes kissed and licked by a man. I want my feet worshipped, too."
John looked up at her for a moment with eyes that spoke volumes. His
thankfulness that Michelle had read him correctly and that she herself was also
affected by this game almost made him weep. He bent his head and kissed her
shoes, licking them all over and even going so far as to lick the outsides of
her heels. Still holding the leash, Michelle tilted her crossed foot, aimed her
spiked heel directly at his mouth, and said, "Suck it, slave."
John obeyed, wrapping his lips around the heel she'd aimed at him. He sucked and
licked it with enthusiasm while his **** throbbed in its bondage. The intensity
of John's worship didn't escape Michelle. She saw him getting increasingly
worked up. And it excited her, too. Perhaps, she thought, this was just the
spark the couple needed in their love life.
"Stop, slave," she said. "You're enjoying my leather too much. Besides, I just
had a great idea. Stay on your knees. I'll be right back."
Michelle seductively strolled away, aware of her hard breathing, and went up to
the bedroom. Pausing for just a moment before her make-up table, she thought
about this amazing turn and how much she liked it. She picked up an old tube of
lipstick and went back to the living room.
Showing John what she had, she said, "to really make this an effective and
believable masquerade, I thought I'd paint some welts over your thighs and lower
back with this old lipstick to simulate the marks of a whipping. What do you
think, slave?"
"Full points for inventiveness, Mistress. Welts would make a perfect addition.
But do you know what a welt from your riding whip would look like on my skin?"
"Well, I've got basic idea," she replied. "But, no, I don't really. Any
suggestions, slave?"
"Perhaps, Mistress, you might use your crop on me a few times to see what
happens. Then you can use the lipstick to trace over them and draw a few more."
Michelle had been hoping for an excuse to come along. Ever since she'd put the
collar around his neck and held the crop she'd wanted to whip him. "Very well,
slave. Crawl up to the couch and lay your chest across the cushions. Stay on the
floor and get your ass up as high as you can."
John hurried to comply. He couldn't believe how much he wanted his wife to
dominate, humiliate and punish him. All he knew was that he needed to obey and
suffer for her, right now.
Michelle took a position behind her husband, pulled his boxers down to his
knees, and raised the crop. She paused for a moment before bringing it down over
his lower thighs. John gasped, but before he had a chance to react further,
Michelle struck again. This time he moaned. His wife used the whip three more
times before stopping. "That's enough, slave," she said. "I've got a good idea
now of how to paint on the rest of your welts." She paused, then sounding
alluring and mysterious, said, "...Or perhaps I should forget the lipstick and
just keep on using my whip."
John turned on his knees from the chesterfield, put his head down to her shoes
and licked both before saying, "Thank you for whipping me, Mistress. If you
decide to make my welts real, that is your prerogative."
Michelle loved it. She loved putting her marks on his ass and thighs with the
whip and she adored seeing him lick her shoes in gratitude. And she was still
ecstatic knowing she'd tied his **** to his leg.
"Slave," she asked, "how would you feel about not going to the party tonight?"
"That would be wonderful, Mistress."
They understood one another.
"Then let's try for a few more of those beautiful welts, slave. And, just so
there's absolutely no confusion, I'll be using my whip and not the lipstick to
put them on you. Get back into position."
"Yes, Mistress."
Holding the leash in the palm of her let hand, she used her right to flog.
Starting on the fleshy part of his legs just above the knee, and working her way
up to the top of his ass. Michelle didn't want to use the crop on his back
because she knew it would be too cruel an instrument now for such a sensitive
portion of his anatomy.
John was squirming, trying to avoid or, at least, to soften the impact of her
blows. Michelle, in a cunning and shrewd stroke of brilliance, said, "Slave, if
you keep trying to avoid my whip, I'll never use it on you again. Do you really
understand what that means?"
He settled down, promising to remain still. She flogged longer than she'd
intended. At first, she simply enjoyed using the whip. But, as it progressed,
she began to feel physiological changes; changes that took her from being an
enthusiastic Dominatrix to being one very turned-on lady.
John's ass was welted when she stopped. Still holding his leash, she used the
crop to point to her feet. John bent his head and kissed her shoes, tears
rolling down his cheeks and onto her leather.
"Thank me for your punishment, slave," she softly commanded.
John went even further: "Mistress, You've brought to life my most secret sexual
fantasy. Thank you."
"Up until tonight, I hadn't thought much about domination, slave. But, I must
admit I love having you naked and on the end of my leash. And I love whipping
you. Your **** is still hard, slave, and that tells me I wasn't nearly strict
enough. But I'll make up for it next time."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Michelle reached to his groin, untying the scarf bound to his thigh. His ****
sprang to full ****. She had him stand, turn around and put his hands behind
his back. Using the leash, the new Mistress tied her slave's wrists high on his
back so they were out of the way, attached to his collar. Grasping his ****,
she used it like a handle to pull him upstairs.
Mistress Michelle had him lie atop the bed and, milking his **** for a moment,
said, "Keep it up for me, slave. I plan on riding both of us off at least three
times tonight."
She took off the leather skirt, pulled down her panties and, getting on the bed,
fondled his genitals before positioning herself above him and slowly sliding his
member inside her. Rocking atop him, Michelle's climax fast approached. She
reached down to his chest and twisted his nipples between her fingers. His moans
told her he was enjoying it as much as she.
They both came.
Explosively!
She lay atop him in exhaustion, his **** still within her. Soon, it lost its
**** and slipped out. Michelle, regaining her strength, moved astride him so
her knees were on either side of his face and her crotch directly atop his
mouth. "Lick me, slave. Suck and swallow our love juices." Michelle took her
crop in hand to reinforce the order.
Later, after he'd been released and they were having a drink downstairs, he
asked at what point she got turned on to domination. She admitted she liked the
idea from the very beginning, when he'd made the costume suggestion but that it
truly took flight when she saw her sexy leather-clad image in the bedroom
mirror. She said the feeling was confirmed when she buckled the collar around
his neck and held the whip in her hands.
Looking at hm over the edge of the glass of wine she was sipping, Michelle said,
"I'm not sorry we missed the party. It gave us a whole new understanding of one
another. But your idea for costuming and poise is still a good one. Between now
and next year, I can find, I'm sure, even more startling clothing to wear in my
role. And, for the next 12 months, we're going to be doing an awful lot of
practising on how a slave responds and reacts to his Mistress.
"Get back down on your knees."
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Mistress and Slave
Naughty Slave..
As I pull into the driveway I wonder if you'll hear the car and be
waiting in your place by the door to welcome me, on your knees like a
good little slave, or if I'll have immediate reason to punish you today.
I walk thru the door to find it quiet, with no one in sight. It seems
there will be need for punishment, how severe still remains to be seen.
I drop my briefcase next to the door and walk quietly toward the
bedrooms, steps cushioned by the thick carpeting.
The door to our bedroom is open a crack and I stop when I can see the
bed, it would seem the punishment will be very severe indeed, for my
slave is in direct disobedience of my orders, masturbating without
permission, and about to cum from the looks of things. Suddenly I push
the door open roughly so it slams into the wall behind it, and you stop
what you're doing as I walk in, scrambling off of the bed, kneeling on
the carpet, eyes downcast. Your breath comes and goes heavily, cheeks
flushed from the orgasm that was so close, and the pain of denial.
"What do you have to say for yourself ****?" I ask threateningly as I
slowly cross the room toward you.
"I... I'm sorry Mistress."
I stop in front of you, take your chin in my hand and roughly force
your head back. "Look at me." I order in my sternest tone of voice, and
your eyes meet mine reluctantly. "What were you thinking about while you
were stroking my ****, my property?"
"You ma'am.... I swear it."
"My little slave couldn't wait five minutes for me to get home??" I let
go of your chin, slapping you across the face and turning away in
disgust. "Don't move, if you want stimulation you little ****, I'll
give it to you."
Ten minutes later I'm back with my little black bag of toys, dropping
them on the floor next to you, smiling slightly to myself at the way you
jump, and the fact that your **** is still rock hard, red and I would
guess throbbing like hell.
You had readied yourself for my arrival, naked except for your collar
and leash, which i grab now, pulling you to your feet and over to the
door.
From the bag I take the leather restraints, wrapping them around
your ankles and wrists. There are four hooks on the corners of the door
frame, and I lock you to these so you are spreadeagled in the door,
facing the bedroom.
I step back, pleased with the panic I can now see in your eyes, the
realization of the punishment to come.
"I'm disappointed in you pet, in the way you make a joke of my rules."
I slowly take my suit jacket off, throwing it over the arm of a chair,
unbuttoning my blouse as you watch.
"I know Mistress, I was thinking about you and I..."
"SHUT UP!!" I say loudly, still undressing. "From now on don't speak
unless I ask you a direct question, understand?" " Yes Mistress."
I stand in front of you, naked now except for black garter, stockings
and high heels, your gaze is drawn to my naked **** which I keep
completely shaved, then up to my large breasts, noticing that my nipples
are rock hard with arousal, peeking out through the wild tumble of my
hair. " This is what you were thinking about slave?" I ask softly,
running my hands up my thighs, over my **** and up to cup my breasts,
fingers playing with my nipples.
"Oh yes ma'am." you answer huskily, moving as if you wish you had
something to rub your hard **** against, like my wet ****.
"And that's why you started touching yourself?" my right hand slips
down between my legs and I illustrate the words by spreading my lips and
running a finger over my clit. I watch you swallow hard before you can
speak. "Yes Mistress."
"Even knowing I would be angry? That you would be punished if I found
out?"
"Yes Mistress, it's because I want you so badly, think about you
constantly."
I smile at this, moving closer to you, reaching out to run my long
fingernails over your chest slowly, tortuously. "As you should my love,
and that does please me. Had you waited until I arrived and made your
needs known to me, things would have been different." my hand slides
lower, fingers wrapping around your hard, throbbing ****, squeezing
around you. A loud groan escapes you as I slide my hand up and down
quickly, bringing you back to the edge of orgasm before letting go, and
turning away.
"But instead you chose to take matters in your own hands, and for that
you must be taught a lesson." I take the bag and dump it's contents onto
the bed, finding your adjustable **** ring and ball stretcher, moving to
kneel in front of you and put it on. A soft groan rumbles in your chest
as I finish, letting the weight pull your balls down, the ring keeping
your **** rock hard. Before I stand, I look up at you, mouth level with
your ****, almost touching it...
"You'd like me to take you into my mouth, wouldn't you slave?" I ask
teasingly, licking my lips as you shudder. " Oh God yes Mistress.." you
groan the words, face flushed, brown eyes begging me silently.
"Do you think you deserve to have me suck you down my throat and lick
you until you cum slave?"
"No Mistress, I've been bad.." I hear the shame in your voice, see it
in your eyes, that and your honest answer make me very proud of you.
"That's right, an extremely naughty boy." I reach out with my tongue,
licking away the drop of precum from your **** as you watch, silently
shuddering. "And you still deserve to be taught a lesson."
I stand, turning away to walk to the bed, sitting on the edge with my
legs spread so that you can see my wet ****, reaching down to touch
myself.
"Is this what you were thinking about while you were being naughty
slave?" I ask, pinching my nipple with the other hand, watching you
sweat and squirm.
"Yes Mistress."
"About **** my hot wet hole, or licking it?" finger **** myself
now, enjoying the way you stare so hungrily, eyes full of need. "Answer
me ****."
"Both Mistress..." your voice is thick with desire now.
"And don't you wish you were doing it now, licking me, **** me?"
"Oh God yes Mistress, I'm sorry for being bad, please Mistress."
"Please what slave? What do you want?"
"Touch me please, I need you Mistress." you whisper desperately, eyes
shining, and I stand, slowly crossing the room to you.
"Me, or would your own hand do ****?"
"You, it's only you I need Mistress."
Stopping in front of you, I wrap my fingers around your ****, squeezing
hard, looking into your slave eyes as you groan in pain.
"Who's **** is this slave?" I ask, nipples rubbing against your chest,
mouth inches from yours.
"Yours Mistress, it's your ****."
"That's right slave, it's my property." I begin to stroke you now, fast
and hard the way I know you love it, and you groan again, this time in
pleasure, not pain. "My **** only gets to cum when I say so,
understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
"It's my **** and my cum, and you better remember that." I reach down
with my other hand, cupping your balls, taking the weight off them and
you moan gratefully, hips swaying.
I lean close, licking your lips before whispering "Mistress wants to
see her **** cum right now slave, RIGHT NOW!!"
"Yesss Mistressss... aahhhh." your **** jerks and spasms in my hand,
squirting cum halfway across the room as you moan and twitch in the
doorway. After a moment you lay your head on my shoulder and I stroke
your hair softly in reassurance.
"Thank you Mistress." you whisper, shivering as my nails run down your
back.
"You realize there will be more to your punishment?"
"Yes Mistress, whatever you say." you agree eagerly, and I smile to
myself at your willingness.
"You will not be allowed to cum now for a week, but you will service me
every night regardless, orally and with your **** in my ****.
Understand??"
You look at me as if I've asked something impossible, but you answer
correctly. "Yes Mistress."
I smile at you wickedly... knowing it is totally possible, but that's
another story.
(continued in the next post)
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Worth the Wait
Today I am not disappointed, when I walk through the door you are
there, on your knees for me, naked except for your collar and leash,
which you hand to me as I drop my briefcase.
"Hello pet," by speaking to you first I give you permission to respond,
and you smile up at me, big brown eyes sparkling.
"Welcome Mistress, I've missed you." you reply, voice slightly husky
already with pent up desire, making me aware of what you need, reminding
me it's been days since you've been allowed to cum.
"And I missed you as well Paul." I hold my stockinged leg out to you, a
hand on your shoulder for balance as you take off my high heeled pump
slowly, bending your head to kiss the top of my foot as you do. I offer
you the other and you slide it off, hand wandering up over my calf. I
touch your cheek and smile at you in reassurance when you look up at me,
turning your head slightly to kiss my palm.
"Shall I start your bath Mistress?" you ask as I sigh, toes sinking
into the plush carpet. I nod, moving to the couch to sit down, watching
as you stand and go to start my bath.... realizing how lucky I am to
inspire your devotion.
I close my eyes, thinking of the night ahead, deciding what I want from
you. Long moments later I hear you clear your throat and look up at you.
"Yes slave?" " Your bath is ready Mistress."
"Good," I stand up, taking your leash in my hand again, pulling you
closer with it, thrilling to the way you lower your eyes in submission.
"Have you been a good slave today sweetheart?" I ask, running my
fingernails over your chest, delighting in your slight shiver.
"Yes Mistress."
"Excellent, then you may help me undress and bathe tonight. Would you
like that slave?" my hand wanders lower, and I wrap my fingers around
your hard ****, smiling. "Nevermind answering, this tells me all I need
to know."
You nod, moaning slightly as I stroke you for a moment before leading
you into the bathroom like that, using your **** instead of the leash.
I give you no instruction once there, but you begin to remove my
clothes slowly, the way I've taught you before, being careful not to
touch without permission. First my blouse and skirt, then panties, you
slide them down slowly, kneeling at my feet as I step out of them. Next
you unhook my stockings from the black lace garter belt, I watch you
carefully, knowing this is your favorite part, just the time you're
likely to get adventurous without permission. I hear you groan softly as
you roll the first stocking down slowly, fingers trailing over my skin.
I shiver with pleasure despite my resolve not to, and you look up at me
with a soft smile, rolling the other stocking down and off, so tenderly,
your eyes holding mine. Standing in front of me again, you unhook my bra
and let it fall to the floor, I'm naked now, nipples hard with arousal.
For a moment I'm tempted to let you suck them, but decide it's too soon
for such pleasures, besides, I see you want it too badly, notice the way
you stare at them hungrily.
Without warning I deliver a sharp slap to your face, "Stop staring and
help me into the tub **** slave." "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry."
"You should be, acting like a **** in heat will get you nowhere."
"Yes Mistress."
You help me into the tub, I sink into the hot water with a grateful
sigh. "Bring me a cup of coffee while I soak a bit." you turn to go,
eager to please, too eager. "Oh, and Paul?"
"Yes Mistress?" pausing in the doorway, waiting for more instructions.
"Do not touch my **** while you are gone, understand?"
"Yes Mistress, I won't touch your ****."
"You may go now.." I watch you leave, ass bare for me as I require,
ready for the stroke of my hand, or my whip, whichever I may choose.
Laying back in the bath, a smile spreads over my face as I contemplate
what it will be tonight, realizing it has been quite a while since I've
seriously stretched your limits. A hot thrill races through me as I
think about torturing you, making you beg for release, teasing you until
you simply can't take anymore.
I hear you enter the room again and open my eyes, looking up at you
standing there in nothing but your collar, the short leash hanging down
over your chest. My eyes wander lower, down to the **** we both know is
now my property, and it responds slightly as if it can feel the caress
of it's Mistress's eyes. I smile at this, raising my eyes back to yours,
delighting in your slight blush and the way you stand there, so
vulnerable to me. My heart swells with the knowledge that you have
placed your trust in me and submitted everything that you are to me...
your Mistress, the role it seems I was born to.
You hand me my coffee, and I sip from it slowly, sitting it down on the
edge of the tub. "I need a washcloth pet." I say softly, and you nod,
going to the linen cabinet for one. Standing up in the tub, I wait for
you to return, eyes widening when you do at the sight of me standing
there, water running down my body.
"I want you to wash me slave, everywhere, and thoroughly, understand?"
You smile, nodding as you kneel beside the tub, wetting the washcloth,
working up a lather with my favorite vanilla soap. Sliding the washcloth
over my skin slowly, you wash first one leg and then the other, taking
your time so that it's more like a caress than a bath. You stand,
running the cloth over my stomach, and higher still over my breasts, I
make a little growling sound in my throat as it slides over my erect
nipples. My arms and back are next, then you kneel again, rinsing the
cloth out, using the soap in it again.
Propping one foot on the edge of the tub, I watch as you run the
washcloth slowly up the inside of my thigh, half standing as you do,
eyes meeting mine as you slide it between my legs, washing my ****
gently, back and forth, making sure every nook and cranny is clean.
"Drop the washcloth and just do it with your hand pet."
Your eyes widen as they hold mine and you obey, dropping the washcloth,
your soapy fingers sliding over me, between the folds of flesh,
seperating, making me shiver in response.
"Yess..." I sigh, hands tangling in your hair, pulling your head toward
me. "Now lick my nipple." watching as again you obey, circling your
tongue around my throbbing nipple slowly, fingers working my clit now
too, sliding over it with soft circular motions.
I hear you groan softly, look down to see your rock hard **** jutting
out, the head swollen, dripping precum. My hand moves to the back of
your head and I pull your hair, making you tip your head back to look up
at me.
"How many days since I've allowed you to cum slave?" I ask, hips
rocking gently, bringing my belly against your chest.
"Three Mistress." you answer huskily, pressing closer to me, cheek
against my breast as your eyes hold mine.
"And you haven't disobeyed me by masturbating while you were alone?"
"No Mistress, I swear it." your voice is so full of agony that I know
it's true and I smile at you, caressing your cheek.
"You need to cum quite badly don't you slave?" I ask, moving to rub my
smooth leg against your hard **** teasingly.
"Oh God yes Mistress, if it would please you." I love the answer, and
the way you shudder against me, eyes half closed and full of lust.
"I intend to make sure it does pet." I whisper back. "Now rinse the
soap off of me with the shower massage."
"Yes Mistress."
Your hands shake as you rinse me off thoroughly, forehead beaded with
sweat from the aching throb you feel in your **** and balls, the
desperate need to cum.
"That's enough slave, now get me a towel." I step out of the tub,
taking the towel you bring me, holding your eyes as I dry my breasts and
stomach slowly, seductively, catching my bottom lip between my teeth as
I slide the towel between my legs.
"You may touch yourself if you wish my slave." the invitation spoken
huskily, teasingly as I watch you squirm in indecision. "Well?"
"I think I'd better not, it's been too long Mistress..." you sound
tortured, in pain with need, desire, I hear it in your voice, see it in
your eyes.
Deciding I'm dry enough, I drop the towel, walking toward you, grabbing
your leash. "Come slave." leading you into the bedroom, over to the king
size bed.
I climb onto it, laying on my back, legs spread wide, a pillow under my
head as I look up at you, one hand on my breast, the other sliding down
over my stomach and lower still as you watch, eyes wide, **** visibly
throbbing, the head nearly purple now and steadily dripping precum.
"Tell me what you need slave, and I just might give it to you." I
demand, spreading myself with my fingers, showing you what I know you
hunger for. "Be specific."
I watch as you swallow hard, eyes devouring me, glued to the wet flesh
between my legs. "I need you Mistress, to make me cum." you nearly groan
the words, shuddering hard, already so close to cumming.
"How....by sucking your ****, or masturbating you, or would you like to
put your hard **** in my hot, wet **** slave?" torturing you further
with my words, enjoying the way you tremble and shake as I circle my
clit with a finger.
"Oh God, anything Mistress, please!"
"I want you to **** me, come here slave." watching as you obey,
crawling onto the bed between my legs, your face flushed, breathing
hard. "Do it slow, slide your **** into me." pulling my knees up higher,
giving you a sexy snarl as you rub the head of your **** over my slick
****.
"Oh Mistress, I'm afraid I'll cum the second I feel you around me." you
whisper desperately, pushing against my tight entrance, barely easing
into me, groaning out loud, the veins in your neck standing out.
"You'd better not," I warn, raking your ass with my finger nails,
pulling you closer, deeper, loving the way you stroke me, stretch me,
fill me up. Sweat rolls down your temples as I squirm under you,
swallowing more of your **** inside me, wanting it all, the agony of
your expression driving me into a sexual frenzy. "Give me all of my
****, **** me with it slave!!"
The sound that comes from you can only be described as a fierce growl
as you urge my hips higher, pulling back and then ramming yourself into
me hard, burying your **** up to the balls in my wet heat, then nearly
pulling out and doing it again.
"Is that what you want Mistress?" you ask roughly, hips grinding
against mine as I clutch at you, nails digging into your back now.
"Yes, yes..." I answer, writhing beneath you, hair spread out in wild
disarray around my head, eyes half closed as you pound in and out of me
like a wild animal. "Yes, ooo ahh I'm cumming love," moaning as my inner
muscles clamp down on you and you feel my hot juices flow.
"Oh God, may I cum also Mistress?" you ask desperately, eyes searching
mine, begging for a quick answer.
"Yes my slave, I want your cum... deep inside me." I whisper, hands
moving up over your chest and shoulders to tangle in your hair.
Your whole body shudders as I feel your hot seed spill inside me,
watching your eyes roll back in your head slightly as you convulse from
the force of it.
After a long moment you collapse on top of me, breathing hard, arms
going around me, we roll onto our sides, bodies still locked together,
looking deeply into each other's eyes, our hearts beating in rhythm.
I brush the damp hair away from your face tenderly, smiling at you,
feeling more love in my heart than I ever thought possible.
"I love you Mistress, thank you." your eyes sparkling, still shivering
slightly as I stroke your hair.
"I love you too my sweet slave." I whisper back...
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Male bondage, Spanking and Chastity
MIRANDA
Except for its inconspicuous lock, the door at the end of the
short hallway of Miranda's middle-class home looked perfectly
ordinary.
But the windowless room beyond the locked door was a sexual
Never-NeverLand, a fantastic reflection in a kinky Looking Glass.
While Miranda watched, amused, the key dangling from her finger, I
took one step inside, then another -- and stopped, staring. My
heart was racing, my eyes wide. I had never seen anything like it
before.
Two walls were mirrored, from the tiled floor to the black-
painted ceiling. An incredible array of whips, restraints, gags,
and harnesses hung from the peg strips which circled the room at
waist height. Pushed into the near corner was a heavy padded
sawhorse; the center of the room was dominated by a wooden X-frame
solid as an oak and seven feet tall. Both the horse and the frame
were dotted with steel eyebolts, some of which sported dangling
chains or cuffs. All of it looked well used. None of it, as far as
I could tell, was for show.
And in the opposite corner, facing it all like a queen's
throne, was a fan-backed rattan chair with thick ruby-red
cushions. A black riding crop rested across the seat.
It was a real dungeon, a dominant/submissive playground,
tucked into a back room in a perfectly ordinary home. And this
surprising wonderland belonged to my friend Miranda -- a woman
whose dress and appearance wouldn't raise an eyebrow at a PTL
meeting.
Whose usual dress and appearance, anyway. I turned back toward
Miranda, my mouth suddenly dry. "This is incredible," I said. What
my eyes were saying, I didn't know. But I was looking at her very
differently. My mind flashed on a picture of Miranda in black
corset on the fan-back chair, contemplating me bound naked on the
X-frame. My **** began to swell at the thought.
"You approve, then?" she asked archly, her eyes sparkling.
There was a tension between us at that moment of a kind that
had never surfaced before. She was at ease, self-amusedly waiting
to see what I would do. I was uncomfortable, and tempted to hide
behind a wisecrack. But for some reason I just swallowed, nodded,
and said quietly, "Yeah."
Her next question cut to the heart of the tension. "Do you
want to try it?"
I couldn't look away from her. "Yes. I -- I do."
She looked at me questioningly, as though I had said something
wrong.
"Yes, Mistress," I amended, suddenly realizing why she was
waiting.
She smiled then, a pleased smile. "Then go back to the living
room, slave Alan, and take off all your clothes. Kneel in the
middle of the floor, and wait there until I come for you. I have a
few things to get ready."
#
I undressed, heart pounding, still not quite believing what
was happening.
What was I getting into? How much could I trust her? Though
I'd known Miranda for more than two years, we lived in cities five
hundred miles apart. We had met at an education conference in
Raleigh -- she was a testing specialist at a private college, I
was a placement counselor at a large university. We ended up
spending several hours together that weekend, in lecture sessions
and on a mass expedition for Chinese food. She smoothly and firmly
squelched my attempts to flirt with her, but even so, I had a
wonderful time in her company.
When we ran into each other at another conference later that
year, it was like finding a friend in a mob of strangers. We had
dinner together again (only five at the table this time) and sat
up late in the hotel bar on the last night, telling stories and
laughing. I wrote her a few letters over the next year, and she
called me a few times. But the tone was always friends-keeping-in-
touch. There was no hint or thought of romance. Miranda seemed to
be on a different wavelength, as though she didn't play that game
at all. I confess I couldn't quite figure her out, even though I
enjoyed her a great deal.
Then came the week-long counseling workshop in her home city,
my wonder-if-we-could-get-together call, her invitation to a
casual dinner at her house, and the free-ranging conversation that
kept coming back to sex.
Somehow I had found myself telling her more about my past and
my preferences than most of my lovers ever knew, and much more
than Miranda was telling me. Eventually I got to my interest in
what I knowingly called "D&S," and how it was a shame that so few
women seemed to understand about the exchange of power and how
much fun it could be. I was pretending a familiarity I didn't
have, and Miranda must have known it, but she let me blather on
for a time before calling my bluff by taking me down the hall.
And now here I was, kneeling naked in her living room with a
throbbing hard-on, staring my fantasy in the face. I knew what
most of the toys hanging in the dungeon were for. But my knowledge
was almost entirely academic, drawn from books like Exit to Eden
and a sampling of fem-dom ****. The games I'd played with lovers
past had been strictly amateur. Miranda was the real article, and
that scared me as much as it excited me.
Maybe it scared me because it excited me. Or excited me
because it scared me. I didn't know how to tell the difference.
#
Minutes dragged past, and my knees and ankles began to
complain about the position I had assumed. Then I heard a door
open, and the click of heels in the hallway. I turned to look, and
found my hostess transformed into a stunning Mistress.
Her mane of wavy auburn hair was set off now by a studded
black choker. Her ample breasts seemed barely confined in a
leather halter laced only to the lower curves of her cleavage. She
wore fingerless elbow-length gloves and gleaming studded
wristlets. In her right hand was the crop, in the left a collar.
Her hips were sheathed in a tight leather wrap-skirt which bared
her beautiful thighs. Her stockings were black and sheer, her
shoes spike-heeled with ankle straps.
She was, in a word, gorgeous. My ****, which had flagged a
bit as I waited, stirred to new life. She noted, and smiled
wickedly. "Nice," she said, looking directly at my ****. "I can
have fun with that."
I found my voice. "You look fantastic, Mistress Miranda.
Incredibly sexy."
"Did I give you permission to look at me, slave?"
My breath caught. "No, Mistress," I said, and lowered my eyes.
Miranda laughed. "I want you to look at me. I want you to want
me. You can't have me, of course. But wanting is good."
She ordered me to crawl to her. Then, standing over me, she
said in a low voice that chilled me, "I'm going to take you to
that place you've been wanting to go. I'm going to teach you what
your body can feel. I'm going to play with you, and punish you,
and use you for my pleasure. I want more than your obedience. I
want your surrender. Do you understand?"
I said I did, hoping I did. She made me kiss her shoes and her
crop, and then placed the plain, heavy collar on my neck and
locked it in place. Pulling me up by the collar, she whispered a
"safe word" in my ear -- which I silently vowed not to use. Then
she pushed me back down to hands and knees and led me to her
dungeon.
#
Miranda was in no hurry. She kept me kneeling before her
chair, my legs spread wide and my wrists cuffed and locked
together behind my back, while she asked me pointed questions
about my experience and my fantasies.
All the while, she kept touching me, teasingly. She toed my
balls with the point of her shoe, tapped my **** with the tip of
her crop, scraped and plucked my nipples with her nails. Once she
let me suck her middle finger, which I did eagerly. I wanted to
make her feel good, and that was the first chance she'd given me.
When she'd learned everything she wanted, she rose and led me
to the X-frame. My cuffed wrists were unhooked from each other,
then fastened high on the wooden crosspieces. Miranda selected a
second, larger pair of cuffs from the wall, and soon my legs were
spread wide, my ankles locked to the foot of the frame.
I had never felt so sexually vulnerable. I was facing out and
leaning back, completely helpless, completely exposed, my ****
hard as an eighteen-year-old's and already dripping from the tip.
"I can see I'm going to have to do something about this,"
Miranda said, seizing my **** by the root. "You've obviously been
thinking about **** me. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
I told the truth. "Yes, Mistress."
She slapped the head of my **** smartly with her free hand,
making me gasp. "Forget it. You'll be lucky if I **** you." Letting go of my
****, she walked to her collection of sexual
toys, and returned with a small harness with several straps. "This
should keep this greedy little **** under control."
A few moments later, my proud shaft was encased in a tight
leather sheath that exposed only the head. One strap went around
the root where she had grabbed me. Another went around my scrotum,
while a third separated the balls. It felt as though my entire
manhood was being squeezed in a fist. My **** throbbed, reddened.
Already, I desperately wanted to come.
But Miranda had other plans. Her next choice was a length of
rope with dozens of spring clothespins clamped to it. She gave me
one end of the rope to hold between my teeth, and then began to
decorate my body with the wooden clamps. She started with one on
either side of each nipple, pinching the skin with her fingers to
give the clip a good bite. Then she placed a clothespin directly
on my left nipple, and I moaned -- and dropped the rope I was
holding for her.
"I'm going to add to your whipping for that," she said as she
gave me back the end of the rope and resumed her project. The
other nipple was next, then the underside of my arms, the inside
of my thighs, and, finally, my ****. First, she tugged out enough
skin to attach one of the little biting monsters to each side of
my already harnessed scrotum. I almost bit through the rope. Then
she started on the engorged head of my ****, placing one, two,
four, seven clothespins in a semi-circle on the narrow, sensitive
ridge.
Taking the rope from me, she stepped back to admire her
handiwork. "Look at yourself, in the mirror," she said.
I saw a naked man in complete submission, his limbs spread-
eagled and restrained, his throbbing **** tormented. I felt like I
was tripping. The tension in my body was incredible. My blood was
on fire. It was as though she was touching me in a hundred places
at once, and every one of them was making me crazy with desire. My
eyes closed, and I slipped down into the sea of sensation, leaving
thought behind.
Suddenly I jumped, writhing, as an electric jolt coursed
through me. My right nipple was suddenly burning. What was
happening? I opened my eyes to find that Miranda had folded the
length of rope twice over and was using it to strike the
clothespins from my body. Her aim was true, and every time she
knocked one free, thousands of nerve endings which had been
temporarily overloaded suddenly came back to life shouting
protests.
The last to go were the seven pins on the head of my ****. By
the time the last dropped to the floor, I was quivering and
hanging limply in my cuffs. Miranda stepped close and ran her
fingertips grazingly over my skin, the touch making me jump. Then
her hand closed around my sheathed ****, and her thumb rubbed the
wetness oozing from the tip all over the head.
"You took that well," she said softly. "Maybe you'll get lucky
after all. But first, I owe you a whipping."
Miranda released me only long enough to turn me around, toward
the frame, so my back and bottom were exposed. I watched in the
mirror as she selected a short, many-stranded whip, then moved
behind me. She started with light strokes that barely warmed the
skin, leather kisses on my thighs and ass. The strokes came faster
and harder, until it felt like my skin was glowing. I stopped
watching. I stopped thinking.
Then Miranda traded the short whip for a long, stiff leather
paddle. The first blow from it lifted me off my heels and made me
cry out in surprise. She gave me little time to recover, applying
the paddle vigorously across both cheeks and the backs of my
thighs. The weight of the paddle and the strength of her arm
carried the shock of each explosion through my whole body. I
moaned, grunted, and fought against my chains.
But the incredible thing was that it didn't hurt. I was past
that. It was a wake-up call to my senses, a charge of pure sexual
energy. All I was was what I was feeling, and all I was feeling
was wave after wave of delicious intensity. I was flying.
After a time I couldn't measure, Miranda stepped up close
behind me, caressed my hot ass and said in a half-whisper, "Now,
the punishment I promised you."
There was a long moment to wonder. Then I heard the whistle as
it cut the air, and I knew -- it was the crop. And when it landed,
it felt like I was being sliced open, a line of fire burning into
my ass cheeks. My body went rigid, and when the crop fell a second
time I couldn't hold it all in any more, and screamed. Twice more
the crop came down, and then Miranda drew close again, her body
brushing against me as she traced the scarlet, swollen marks the
crop had left.
She moved away again, leaving me to hang there on the wooden
frame, breathless, shoulders aching, all resistance gone, glowing
inside and out. Time dilated, stopped. The next touch was a hand
spreading my ass cheeks, and another hand smearing my opening with
a slippery gel, pushing a lubricated finger inside me.
"Now the reward you've been hoping for," she said softly.
I raised my head and looked sideways at the mirror, and saw
that Miranda had shed her leather skirt. She was wearing a harness
that was like a leather G-string, and jutting out from it was a
long black dildo. I watched as she moved in behind me, guided the
head to my ****, and pushed it up inside me.
It was blissful, humiliating, erotic. I was impaled,
stretched, violated. Miranda was **** my ass, claiming
possession of me, and all I wanted to do was open to her and give
her whatever she wanted to take. And then she reached around my
waist and loosed the straps on my harness, freeing my **** from
its leather prison. She began to masturbate me, stroking my ****
in rhythm with her reaming of my ass.
With everything that had gone before, I was on the edge, and
had been for some time. Before long, my gasps and moans betrayed
my approaching orgasm. Miranda took that cue to bury the dildo
deep inside me, tighten her grip, and stroke my **** furiously.
After a long few seconds, I went over the edge, crying out and
writhing as my **** spurted long jets of come into the air.
#
Miranda took a Polaroid photo of me before she freed me, and
then allowed me to shoot one of her before she changed. I took
that photo, my memories, and the four crisscrossing red stripes
from the riding crop home with me on the plane. I don't know when
I'll next see my friend, or if she'll ever favor me that way
again. But one thing is certain -- I'll never again think I know
someone if I haven't seen what they keep, and who they are, behind
locked doors
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Femdom story - Carla's new slave
cumeating, forced ****, cum licking femdom story
This is a true story, embellished as it may be because of time, the
language and the events did occur.
I was in the army stationed at Ft.Hood. My wife of 18 months and I
lived in a trailer park. My wife was about eight months pregnant at the
time and it had been over a month since I had engaged in sex. I was in a
constant state of arousal.
I had been interested in the lady next door from the moment we first
met. It wasn't that she was overly good looking, although she had a
terrific body, I know because bikinis were just then in vogue and she
wore them any time she could. It was her demeanor that attracted me. She
was a pure ****!
Carla was a very aggressive woman, course and vulgar. She cursed like
her husband, and all First Sergeants cursed a blue streak. She was the
first woman I ever heard say the word "****." It excited me to hear her
speak that way. She acted as though she was an absolute **** machine,
always mentioning her and her husbands love life. Making little
innuendos about sex. She once ask me a riddle. Did I know the difference
between a woman and a watermelon. I couldn't answer, even had I known
the answer. She waited a few seconds and with a leer said "you have to
cut a watermelon before you eat it." I looked at her and she smiled
broadly, my hand visibly trembled Carla's eyes narrowed to a look of
feigned disappointment on her face and with pouting lips she said "The
only trouble is George doesn't know the difference "
I could really feel my **** growing, by leaps and bounds!
Carla reached out and with her fingers caressed my lips. I couldn't help
myself, I opened my lips and allowed her caress the tip of my tongue.
She gave me that slutty, know-it-all smile I blushed slightly and my
**** was suddenly at full mast. "But you do, don't you" Carla flirted.
"I'll bet that little tongue of yours knows exactly what to do"
Unfortunately my wife approached about that time and Carla and I
reverted to being just friends.
The other women in the park really hated Carla because she constantly
flirted with all the guys.
My wife despised her and after the first couple of weeks wouldn't even
say hello to her. I guess the feeling was mutual because although Carla
was friendly with me she ignored my wife.
Carla was always sexually teasing me, especially since she had found out
that I was no longer "gettin' any" from my wife. She was never careful
with her dress when we all sat around in a group outside. Many a time I
caught myself trying to get a little bit better look up between those
sleek thighs. On several occasions she saw me peeking. I was mortified
but she only grinned lewdly and shifted so that I could see more of her.
Almost any occasion where we alone, or out of hearing with other people,
Carla would bring up sex. She was always telling me that she didn't get
enough sex and more than that she said that the kind of sex she got was
not what she needed.
I must have been very naive back in those days or maybe I was trying to
communicate some thing to her. "What's that Carla."
Once again Carla placed the tip of her finger against my lips. "These"
she whispered. "And this" she spread my lips and rubbed the tip of my
tongue with her finger. "I've been wondering just how it would feel"
"Really" I said with a stutter.
"Yes, really."
Carla looked at me provocatively, her finger entered my mouth and
flicked across my tongue "I have fantasized about it in fact."
I was definitely getting hot. Carla glanced down at my crotch. I looked
down at my crotch! "Mmm.." she murmured. "I think I've hit a nerve"
"Wha..., what do you mean" I stammered.
"Well, from the looks of that" and she glanced down at my bulging
crotch, "I think we may have a common interest"
"What, what? I don't know what you mean" I said breathlessly.
"Com' on baby, I see the way you act when I give you a peek at my ****.
I know that look" God! She had said ****, that really turned me on!!
"What look" I replied, knowing where this was heading.
"That hungry look" she whispered and licked her lips. "The look I've
seen just before I get my **** sucked "
Oh.., my.., god! She had actually said it! I knew from the start what
she was talking about but to hear her say it, say it to me made me
tremble violently.
I've had fantasies about eating **** ever since I was old enough to
jerk-off but I thought that women would think me weird if they knew.
Here was a woman that didn't think it was weird, in fact it was obvious
that she loved it.
I was just about to take a chance, say some thing she couldn't
misinterpret, some thing that would either get me in trouble or in her
****. Unfortunately once again I saw my suspicious wife approaching so
I turned away, afraid my wife would see the bulge in my pants. I heard
Carla chuckle as I walked away.
I took a new interest in Carla after that incident. I began to try and
be around her. I began trying to make little innuendos like her, some
thing, any thing to try and communicate that I was receptive to sucking
her ****. I still was not absolutely sure that she wasn't just ****
with me because I had seen her do it to other men. I had heard rumors
about her but I had never seen her with another man. Maybe, just maybe
she was serious. A week later I found out! After two months of jerkin
off I was ready to try anything. I worried about her husband finding out
but her husband was suddenly transferred to Korea. I knew he would be
gone for thirteen months and I wondered how she would amuse herself. I
didn't wonder long. The first night her husband was gone she had a
visitor.
I some times stayed up late at night after my wife had gone to bed. On
several occasions I saw her, as I sat by my window watching T.V.,
entertain men, always different men. It was uncommon for her to spend an
evening alone.
About a week after her husband left I saw Carla **** a man in her living
room. She didn't even bother to turn off the lights. I could almost
swear that she knew I was watching. But the thing that really got my
heart to racing was the end of Carla's little rendevous with the man. I
was sitting up close to the window, only the light from the T.V. to
illuminate me. Carla was on her back and the guys was between her legs.
He was pumping his **** into her like there was no tomorrow. I could see
she was moaning and talking to him, I just couldn't hear her. Suddenly
the man stiffened and shuddered. He made several more slow thrusts and
then collapsed on top of her.
Carla lay there for a moment and then I could see that she was pushing
at him. Her face was contorted into a mask of lust. Her hands on his
shoulders, pushing him down, down her body. I could see she was raving
at him. She was loud because I could hear some words and broken
sentences.
I heard the word wimp, suck, ****, cum, and cuntlapper. I stood so that
I could see better. Carla placed her hands on the man's forehead and
shoved his face down between her thighs. Her hips arched up from the
bed, her body supported by her shoulders and heels. She held him there,
her fingers entangled in his hair, her hips undulated up and down, his
face rocked with her thrusts, she was **** him. She was **** his
mouth. God how I wished it were me.
I knew immediately what was happening. The man was sucking his cum from
Carla's **** and Carla was loving it. She was going wild, humping and
thrusting that dark mass of hair against the man's face and mouth. Her
fingers pulling at his hair, her knees spread wide, legs over his
shoulder, feet digging into his back like a cowboy spurring a wild bull.
All the time she had the man sucking her head was turned to the window,
a wild and lascivious look on her face. I had turned off all the lights
and I knew she couldn't see me I knew that she knew I was watching. She
was putting on a show for me.
It took a long time but when Carla finally released the man she lay back
and looked at him with a look of pure disappointment. I could see that
she was giving him hell and it was clear to both him and me that she
wasn't pleased with his performance. He dropped his head and after a few
minutes rose to his feet and disappeared into the hallway.
Carla just lay there, still naked, still **** because she was fingering
herself. After a few minutes the man returned, fully clothed. Carla
scolded him again as she continued to masturbate. The man finally turned
and left thru the side door. He looked beat, not physically but
mentally. Carla had really done a job on him.
That made me ****, no **** for over a month and here I was watching my
hot to trot neighbor get her **** sucked.
She really got off to that, but the best part was that she was a kinky
****! That guy had done exactly the thing I had fantasized about for so
long.
Carla seemed amused by my attention but she never responded the way I
had hoped she would. I really though that as soon as her husband left
she would be all over me but she just flirted. I knew there must be some
thing that I could do to arouse her curiosity about my intentions. Then
one evening, of the few she didn't have a man there, I let my passion
and better judgment take hold of me. My wife was visiting her mother so
I was alone in the house.
I got a little drunk and that night I took off all my clothes. When she
came into her living room I stood in the light and exposed myself to
her. She noticed me immediately! She moved closer to the window and
stared across at me. I just stood there, my **** standing proud and
erect. I began to feel uneasy because I was beginning to think she was
mad and might call the cops. But after a minute or so she smiled a
wicked sort of little smile and she began moving her clenched fist up
and down in front of her crotch.
At first I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She wanted me to
jerk-off. Trembling, I reached down and slid my fingers around my ****.
I hesitated for a moment, she smiled lewdly, nodded her head up and down
and continued to stroke her make believe ****. I began to masturbate,
seriously! I moved closer to the window and stood so that she could see
me more clearly. I masturbated for her and it felt good. She smiled,
wickedly, I was turning her on!
After just a few moments I felt my cum boiling to the top and I arched
my hips outwards, pointing my **** at her. The thick cum spurted onto
the window and streamed down the glass.
When I had finished I turned and walked to the hallway. I watched from
the shadows and observed that she stood there for a long time. return.
Was she waiting for me to continue? I wanted too but I was still a
little to scared.
The next night I was waiting in the same place in hope of repeating the
act. I didn't have to wait long, and the moment Carla walked into the
room I turned on my lamp and stood in the middle of the room. I was hard
as a rock and as she watched as I began to stroke my ****. She watched
awhile and then she went to the door and stepped outside. A few moments
later she knocked on my door and my apprehension increased
significantly. I stood there, unconsciously stroking, wondering what I
should do. I opened the door! Still wary I stood so that my body was
hidden behind it. "Why are you hiding behind the door" she asked, trying
to peek around the door? I was so nervous I couldn't say anything.
(Continued in the next post)
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After a few seconds she slowly pulled the door open until she could see
my naked body. I just stood there in the doorway, naked, my hands now at
my sides, allowing her to examine my erect ****. She looked into my eyes
and with a smile reached out and took my **** in her hand.
"Can I come in?" she said, pushing me backwards and then closed the door
behind her.
"I take it your wife isn't home" she said with a wink and a squeeze of
my ****.
Her fingers tightened around my **** and she smiled as I began moving my
hips back and forth.
"Nice" she said, her teeth gleaming in an open smile. "Hot . . . ,
hard."
After a few seconds of **** she looked around the room and
without another word she lead me, by my ****, to the couch. She sat on
the edge of the couch and, using my **** as a handle, positioned me in
front of her and then, bending downwards on my ****, forced me to my
knees.
"I liked watching you last night," she said, releasing her hold on my
****. "You're **** was so hard and you were stroking it so fast."
I just kneeled there, excited beyond belief.
"You were so nasty, like a little ****, jerking your ****, trying to
turn me on" She said with a coarseness I hadn't heard before. "It did
too. Show me now" she said, looking down at my ****.. "Stroke that ****
and show me hot you are"
Excitedly I began to move my hand back and forth over my ****. Squeezing
and stroking, willing it to become even harder than it was. I could feel
the wetness from the tip on my hand, my hand spreading that wetness
along my ****.
Carla's eyes were half closed and she nodded approvingly as I thrust my
hips in time with the motion of my hand.
As she watched me perform she began to slowly pull her bathrobe up over
her legs until it was bunched around her waist. "You like that don't
you, me watching." she said as she pushed her panties down over her hips
and let them fall to the floor. "It excites you to have a woman watch
you play with you're ****".
I smiled, she seemed to know exactly what I was thinking and the thought
that she knew was even more exciting.
She smiled in response to my smile. "You're a nasty little pervert, you
know it" she said with a sneer.
I nodded.
"A nasty little pervert that needs some thing special, some thing your
prissy little wife wouldn't think of doing"
"Yes, yes" I moaned, feeling my cum boiling in my balls.
She looked straight into my eyes and licked her lips. "You need a ****
in your mouth" I felt a shudder go thru me.
"Yes!!!" I cried softly.
"Say it" she mewled.
"I want a **** in my mouth"
"No! You need a **** in your mouth" she demanded.
"I need a **** in my mouth" I responded obediently.
She smiled at my eagerness, slowly licking ger lips as she watched me
tremble with passion.
"Take them" she whispered as she lifted her panties with her slender
toes.
Never missing a beat with my right hand I reached out with my left hand
and clutched her panties.
"Smell them" she ordered.
Increasing the tempo of my right hand I brought the panties to my face
and breathed the musky aroma of her ****. I licked at the silky fabric
and sucked the wet crotch into my mouth.
Carla looked down at me, her lips opened in a lascivious smile, her
teeth gleaming white in the dim light. "You need my **** in your mouth,
don't you"
Oh God it was exciting to hear her say that.
"Yes, yes. I want it..., need..., your **** in my mouth" I hissed thru
clenched teeth. My head was throbbing, my blood pressure must have been
200\150.
"That's good Bill. It's good that you need my **** in your mouth,
because there are things that I need too. Things you will be willing to
do if you truly need my **** in your mouth. Things I'll want you to do
for me"
"What" I said excitedly.
She studied me for several long moments. " I think I'll start out by
letting you suck your cum from my ****. That should show me if you're
serious"
"Oh goddd..., yes" I groaned. "It would"
"You've thought about it then"
"Yes, that's all I've thought about for the last week"
"I knew it" Carla chuckled. "You were watching the other night weren't
you"
It only took a second for me to nod my head.
"You saw what he..., what I made him do"
"Yes, yes" I replied breathlessly.
'That's why you've been so impulsive the last couple of nights, isn't
it"
I nodded my head up and down excitedly.
"You want the same thing"
"Yesss..."
"Do you know why I didn't turn you ass in to the cops last night?"
I wasn't sure, but I hoped I knew. "No" I lied.
"I was pretty sure from our little conversations, that foremost in that
little mind of yours was sucking my ****." She looked me in the eyes,
they smoldered. "But I wanted more than that, I wanted you hot, so hot
you would be willing to do any thing I asked"
She looked at me, smiled and continued. "I've had some experience with
men like you, when my husband is away. But I've never had one so willing
to be manipulated. I thought to my self how convenient it would be to
have a nasty little pervert at my beck and call" she said contemptuous.
"And since you're right next door it would be easy, so very easy, to
indulge in my little nasty's"
I gasped, my hand moving faster and faster on my ****.
"What do you think of that"
"Yes, yes" I moaned. "I think I'd like that"
Carla laughed wickedly
My face was flushed, my heart was beating so loud and rapidly that I
could hardly hear her words.
"And it all boils down to one thing then, are you a serious a
cuntlapper, one I can use to amuse myself!"
I nodded my head up and down. "Yes, I want that, yo amuse you. I
want..., need, to suck your ****?" and then made a licking motion with
my extended tongue.
"Even when your wife is here"
"Yes, I can always get away"
"Mmmmm . . . , I like that attitude, just thinking about you sucking my
**** while your wife lies in her bed fifty feet away really turn me on"
"Anything" I whispered. "Anything you want, just tell me"
"Any thing? Good..., good" she said with a wicked grin. "One thing that
really turns me on his to see how badly a man wants my ****. Begging is
not enough"
"Please..., just tell me"
"Have you ever heard the words "suck slave"
"Yes" I groaned as I began to stroke faster. This was going right where
I had hoped it would
"How" she asked.
"From **** books" I said and I thrilled as I said **** to a woman for
the first time
"Do you know what is expected from a suck slave."
"Yes" I whispered.
"Tell me" she grinned.
"To suck. To suck any time, any where, on demand"
"Yes my little ****. But not just ****"
I shivered at her undertone. She saw it and smiled that evil smile of
hers. "That's right love, I mean exactly what you think I mean. I sleep
with lots of men, all for different reasons. Some have big ****, some
like to eat ****.
She looked at me, her eyes lowered, she licked her lips.
I trembled violently. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move. I kneeled there
with my mouth open, slowly stroking my ****, listening intently as this
woman told me of my future. "Please, tell me" "You will do what few of
them will do and none of them like, you'll suck a ****!"
She continued to watch me as I kneeled there at her feet. A leering
smile spread across her lips, she was taking full pleasure in her
subjugation of me.
"Won't you"
"Yesss..." I gasped.
"Well then . . . , my new suck slave, since we are agreed on our
relationship I think we're wasting time. I think it's time you showed
your new mistress just how good a suck slave you are" she said , her
fingers taking hold in my hair.
"Suck my ****, you nasty little ****-lapper" she said as she looked
down into my eyes. "Suck my **** and jack off."
With her fingers entangled in my hair she guided my mouth along her
thighs to her succulent ****. Her hips lifted as she forced my mouth
against the kinky black hairs. As I thrust my tongue past the wet lips I
heard her utter a low moan.
"Yes . . . , yes . . . , yes" she whispered as I began licking the
wetness from her swollen clit. "Lick me . . . , lick me with your tongue
slave, and think about all wonderful things I'm going to make you do".
I ran my tongue up and down the distended lips and then took, in turn,
each lip into my mouth and slowly sucked. I could hear her breath coming
faster and I rubbed my face back and forth, opening the swollen lips
until I could wedge my face between them.
"Ohhh yesss . . . , inside me, put your face inside me." Her fingers
tightened in my hair and she began to press my face up and down,
smearing her wetness over my face.
"Mmmm . . . , good, good" she moaned loudly. "Now my clit, suck my
clit."
I moved my mouth to the protruding morsel and after taking it between my
lips I began to suck it like a hungry infant sucks its mother's teat.
"Ohhhh goddd . . . " she moaned, "That's it, that's it. , Right there.
Suck my clit, suck it and take my sweet milk"
My face was deep inside her **** and my nose was rubbing her clit.
Several times her **** engulfed my whole face including my eyes and
eyebrows.
"Are you ready" she moaned loudly? "Are you ready to cum?"
"Yes" I moaned.
She pushed me away from her **** and as I kneeled she pulled me forward
with her ankles hooked into my ass.
"Cum on my ****" she moaned. "Cum on my **** now"
I couldn't hold any longer and placed the head of my **** between the
open lips. My cum spurted forward and I rubbed the head in and out, up
and down, smearing my cum all over her clasping ****.
"Now suck" she commanded. "Suck my **** and swallow all that nasty cum"
Her fingers clutched at my ears and she pulled my face into her wet
flesh. I felt nothing, I saw nothing. I just sucked!
Later, as I kneeled between her legs and slowly lapped at her wet ****
she reached down and softly caressed my cheek
"Look at me slave"
I looked up into her eyes.
"It's time for you to prove yourself".
"Anything" I replied.
"I knew this was going to happen, so sure I invited someone over. He's
been waiting in my trailer, waiting for me to return with you. I want
you to suck my **** while he **** me"
I looked up into her eyes adoringly and thrust my tongue inside her,
lapping deeply.
"Yes . . . , um mm . . . , yes, I knew that would turn you on. I knew
you were the one"
I buried my face between the swollen lips and sucked!
"And after he cums inside me" she said still watching me. " I want you
to suck my **** till I cum"
I began sucking harder.
"I want to do it now, I want him to **** me now" she said anxiously as
she pushed me away and stood up.
"Lets go to my trailer" she said taking my **** in her hand.
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A date with my goddess - femdom discipline story
"You're late," she said as I got off the elevator into the apartment. "I expected you over an hour ago...!"
"Well, er, I..."
"Well nothing!" her temper was heating up. "Get your **** clothes off and get on your knees!"
I knew better than to question her, so I quickly complied. With her stern eyes piercing me from across the room, I began to remove my clothes. As I was doing that, I noticed for the first time that Goddess Tiffany was looking fierce in tight leather jeans, her favorite motorcycle boots, the belt I had made for her a few weeks earlier, a leather vest over bare skin and the latest addition to her collection - leather lace up gauntlets on each arm. I guess she noticed me staring at her because she began to move slowly across the room toward me. I was paralyzed - like a deer in headlights - right in the middle of taking off my socks. She came up right next to me, lifted my chin and stared deeply into my eyes.
SLAP! She really whacked me one across the face.
"What the **** are you looking at Slave? I said get your clothes off now. Keep your underwear on. I can see that I am going to have to show you the true meaning of following my instructions. Now, bring me the paddle."
I quickly kicked off my remaining sock and ran downstairs to fetch the paddle. When I returned, my Goddess made me lie over the back of the armchair. Of course, I already had a mammoth **** and a tremendous desire to come - so the pressure of the back of the chair pushing my **** into my belly was extremely frustrating. Goddess continued:
"How many strokes would you like Slave?"
"As many as would please you, Goddess."
"What if it would please me to make your wimpy slave ass totally black and blue?"
"Well..."
CRACK! She brought the paddle down hard on my right cheek. Even though my underwear was still on, there was still quite a sting.
"You don't seem to understand, Slave" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "You are MINE. I can do with you what I will - and you need to accept that - without hesitation and without question. DO [CRACK!] YOU [CRACK!] UNDERSTAND [CRACK!] ME [CRACK! CRACK!] ?!
My ass was now on fire. I wanted to put my hand back to block the blows, but I knew that would only result in more severe punishment.
"YES GODDESS!" I cried out after that last smack.
"Good. Now, I ask you again. What If I really wanted to blister the hell out of your **** wimpy assed slave ass?"
"Then you will do so and I will thank you for it, Goddess"
"Much better, " she purred. "Now you will get 10 strokes on each cheek. You will count each one. If you cry out or miss a count, I will add 5 more strokes. Are you ready?"
And with that she proceeded to paddle my now red-hot ass. I was able to hold back my cries, but I did miss several counts. I ended up with a total of 20 strokes on each cheek. OUCH! I think Goddess was a little tired after all those swats and she told me to stay put while she went to the middle of the room to do a few yoga stretches. I took a few looks at her and noticed that she has the nipple clips and the **** whip hanging from her belt. The evening was far from over.
Goddess finished her exercises and walked back over behind me. She quickly fastened a collar and leash around my neck and yanked my underwear off. She pulled me onto my knees and led me to the middle of the room. She ordered me to straighten up but to stay on my knees with my hands behind my back. My butt was extremely sore, but that did not stop my massive hard-on. She began to play with my nipples. I began to moan.
"Oh, my little slave likes to have his nipples played with..."
"Yes Goddess, play with my nipples. Twist them, pinch them..."
She rubbed them gently. She took the smallest part of the very tip of my right nipple between her fingernails and began to pinch. I winced in pain and began to wriggle around. She increased the pressure, and just as I was about to cry out, she let go.
"I'll deal with your nipples later - and you can be sure it will be VERY harsh. In the mean time, I will reward you for taking your beating so well by allowing you to jack off. You will do so onto my boots, you WILL NOT come before I give you permission to, and after you come you will like up every last drop of your semen. Is that clear?"
It was. Goddess made me stroke myself for about 15 minutes. Every time she sensed I was close to coming, she reminded me that I was not to come yet but would not allow me to slow my strokes. She told me that if I came without her permission that she would tie me down and whip me so hard that I would not be able to sit for a week. She even lifted her boot and prodded my **** a few times just to bring me closer to the edge. Finally she took mercy on me and let me come. I exploded onto her black boots. Before I could catch my breath, she pulled down on my leash and pressed my face into her boots. I licked up every drop, as usual.
I was still down on the floor licking up my cum when she ordered me to lie on my back. She undid her pants and, without pulling them down, put her hand inside and began to stroke herself. I was just lying there on the floor, looking up at my Goddess as she gave herself pleasure. WOW! After about 5 minutes, she removed her glistening fingers from her crotch and wiped them all over my nose and mouth, making sure I sucked all her juices off her fingers. She put her boot on my chest.
"Do you want to eat me Slave? Do you want to put your tongue deep in my ****? Would you like that?"
"Yes, Goddess, I want to give you pleasure..."
"We'll see about that. What would you do for the pleasure..."
"Anything you ask, Goddess"
At this point, she got a very devious look in her eyes. She ordered me to my feet and led me to the part of the room under the beams where we have some discreet hooks in the ceiling. She shackled my wrists together and hooked them to the chain from the ceiling so that I was standing on my tip-toes. She attached a spreader bar to my ankles. I was basically spread eagle standing up! She told me she was tired of my constant hard on, so she attached a **** sheath very tightly around my **** and balls. She stood back to admire her handy work. I guess all was not exactly right, because she left the room for a few minutes and returned with a parachute. She quickly attached it to my balls and added some weights. I moaned and winced and began to thrash around, which was a mistake because the motion on the weights really increased the discomfort on my balls.
"Comfy?" She mocked. "I'll be back in a minute"
As she was leaving the room she pulled the nipple clamps from her belt and attached a cruel one to each nipple. She tugged on the chain which made me moan and thrash.
"You are such a baby about your nipples! Here, maybe this will help you build up tolerance" And she attached a weight to the middle of the chain and let it drop. The sensation in my nipples was unspeakable. I was gasping and shaking. Now if I moved it would hurt my balls and my nipples. I just sort of hung there, full of intense sensation, and moaned. Before the left the room for good, she told me to shut the **** up and quit whining - pulled down her leather pants, took off her panties, and shoved them in my mouth.
It seemed like an eternity before she came back. I was actually tripping out when I felt the first stroke of her cat-o-nine-tails on my thighs. It really took me by surprise. It also made me move, thus reminding me of the pain in my balls and nipples. She proceeded to mark me with her cat - not saying a word - but looking me in the eyes as if to say "you are all mine". She put the whip down. She walked over and grabbed my sheathed **** and began to rub the exposed head - lubricating it with the pre-come that had oozed out over the last 30 minutes. The rubbing felt so good and I began to moan thru her panties. She began to rub and run her fingers over my entire body - freshly sensitive from the whip.
She picked up the chain of the nipple clips. Standing about 18 inches from my body, she began to pull the chain so my nipples were stretched straight out. She kept pulling. The pain was intense. She pulled harder - and I knew then that she meant to pull them off like that. She pulled harder and they began to slip. Finally, with a snap, the right clip flew off. I SCREAMED. She yanked the left on off and I screamed again. She came up and rubbed my nipples. If my **** was not wrapped in leather, I would have come right then!
I must have been crying, because I could feel tears on my face. Keeping her silence, she removed the parachute but left the **** sheath on. She took me down from the hooks and laid me on the floor - once again tying me spread eagle. She stood between my legs and began to disrobe - starting with her vest. I can not tell you how beautiful it was to look up and see her, **** in her leather jeans and boots. My entire body was on fire and my **** was still wrapped in leather.
All I wanted to do was **** her. She took off her boots and then her jeans. Her panties were still in my mouth. Standing naked above me, she began to finger herself again. She was really wet and she made many a pause to wipe her fingers on my lips and nose. She removed her panties from my mouth, and, facing my feet, she squatted over my face - her **** just inches from my lips. She began to rub the head of my **** again while I pondered her ****. She finally lowered herself enough for me to lick her - and lick her I did. I was in heaven.
She grabbed both of my nipples and began to twist and pinch the tender flesh. I licked faster - concentrating on her clit. She was moaning and twisting her hips around. Goddess removed my **** sheath and my **** immediately sprang to life. She got up from my mouth (but kept a firm hold on my nipples) and began to rub herself up and down on my ****. I was moaning. She was moaning. She began to **** me, putting her weight forward while pushing her crotch back to get maximum stimulation. She paced herself, alternating between my mouth and **** for a long time.
Finally, she impaled herself on my rock hard dick for the last time, clamped her legs to my middle and screamed as wave after wave of orgasm flooded her over and over again. She was screaming (as usual) and riding me like there was no tomorrow. About halfway through her climax, I too began to come - my low screams mingling with hers in the room. She collapsed on top of me in a pool of sweat, sex, saliva and semen.
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Friday Femdom Fiction: Meeting Her Slave
She hit the cafe a full half hour early, despite walking from two bus stops away in heels after she’d gotten distracted and over shot where she was supposed to get off. She realized, as she slipped inside and scanned the room, that she was giddy. Among the patrons: some students with a pile of notes on their table, and older man with a book and a young woman pecking something out on a white macbook, nobody met the description she expected or matched the picture she looked at on her phone.
[I want to be your slave. Oh, I know, I want to get to know better your first, and obviously that’s a big thing to ask of you, but, I wanted to make my intentions clear. And, if you’re not interested I respect that.
I just haven’t met someone quiet like you before. You’re clever, and funny and mean.]
He was smiling, the picture, a kind of goofy, self conscious grin, but a real smile that half closed his almond eyes. His black hair stood up a little stiffly- he’d taken the photo this morning and was holding a sign with a picture of a hand drawn penguin on it and one word: “SOON”
She knew he worked somewhere near by, admitted it when she picked the venue. The cafe was nice enough, nothing particularly
She ordered a mint tea, trying to pick were to sit. Near the window? She suppressed the urge to bounce on the spot like an impatient child. The cafe chairs were dark varnished and vinyl seats- choosing one so her back was to the wall, she self consciously fiddled with her skirt hem and the clip of her garter on her stocking through her fabric. Was it dishonest to dress this way? It turned her on to know under her dark blue cotton summer dress, everything was soft lace and secret elastic. She told herself the extra confidence couldn’t hurt.
It had happened in a whirlwind month. An offhand positive remark on his part, a polite thank you, a conversation that had spun from teasing into cybersex. They’d crawled off the fetish website, where their pictures were both anonymous headless torsos, his bare with nipples like brown thumb prints, hers corseted in severe black silk, and onto instant messaging, where suddenly seeing a cartoon penguin avatar with a green circle next to it made her heart skip a beat.
If he was truthful, on her online orders, he’d come three times that month, once of his own volition after their first session- her pushing as far as she could as a ‘wicked priestess’, him the explorer who’d stumbled into her secret temple.
*i feel the hard stone slab beneath my back, wonder how many men have perished, tied to the altar this way. i pull hard against the roeps*
(ropes)
*The Priestess holds the dagger high for another moment, teasing your with your helplessness before she brings it down to strink, but stops short of your heart. Instead the razor sharp obsedian point is moved to hook under your collar and slit you shirt open, then moving lower to slash away at your clothes until you are completely naked.* “The Goddess Demands a Different Kind of Sacrifice.”
(arrrgh!, strike, obsidian)
She never worried before that much about her typos. And yet for all her fretting she was not found wanting. She had been the one to shyly ask him if he wanted to take this offline. And his enthusiastic affirmation at once tied her stomach into knots and made her skip about her apartment like a maniac, singing and drumming on the counter tops until her normally tolerant roommate was rolling her eyes.
Now her phone bleeped with a friendly alert. She thumbed the picture away, checked the text- her roommate and say call: [Any sign of lover boy?]
[Too early!!!!!
] She thumbed back.
Her tea was too hot to drink and taking forever to steep. She tried to distract herself in a book. Every five minutes she checked her phone. A message
[on my way! might by a minute or two late] It was still five minutes early. She took a nervous sip of her tea. Every time someone came through the door she would perk up and then feel a little stab of disappointment when it wasn’t him.
Oh. There he was. Her tongue took that moment to faint in her mouth as he stepped through the door.
He was wearing a loose green polo and slacks, office clothes, as she’d been told to expect. A cross body strap from his bag put a diagonal bisection against his torso. There was a small stuffed penguin under his arm.
She giggled, remembering a webcam session that had started erotic, and then by afterglow had taken a turn for the adorable. “Is that from your bed?”
He lit up with a wide smile when he saw her.
“Mr. Pepperton wouldn’t let me leave him behind this morning.”
She found her words. All the sensible thoughts she’d had about sitting down and talking practical things went out the window when she spoke in the *voice*.
“Well then, let’s take a look at you.” She let her head roam from his cowlick to the laced brown leather shoes on his feet. He’d stopped abruptly, with a tension that showed even his breath had slowwed. She could tell he was nervous, guessed what he was thinking. “Oh, no, we’re in public. I wouldn’t.”
“Sorry… ”
“Go get yourself something.” She pointed at the counter.
“Okay. Would you like…”
“N-Yes. Another mint tea.” She slid her mug forward. Yes, yes this was going to work very well.
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This is what it looks like in real life, folks. Giddy, silly and happy- and more than a little be awkward
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Friday Femdom Fiction: She Ties Him Up And Uses His ****
The rope threads in and out, criss-crossed clean cotton clothesline, harnessing him in cruciform against the headboard.
She’s biting her lip in concentration, pulling him a little bit back and forth as the cord laces him into increasing immobility. This doesn’t stop her from admiring the lanky lines of his arms and the way she can see the muscles of his wide shoulders move under his skin as he flexes. His struggles become more serious the more he’s restrained.
He’s naked and his **** is half filled by her wriggling against him and the promise of what’s about to happen. She’s still in pyjama pants, but her breasts are uncovered, blush pink nipples pointed, softness of her chest brushing as she leans in.
“There now!” She takes a step back and considers her handiwork, and he responds by giving one hard wrench, a lurch forward that confirms he’s stuck. The whole binding his held by a simple knot in the centre of his chest, slightly to the left. “Now I get to play.”
Her fingers are, at first, just light brushed and then the rake of her nails on his skin, her hand capturing his chin to force him to take a kiss. “Mine.”
She takes her right hand between his legs, nudging them apart with a hip check so he’s completely exposed to her. She starts her grip at the base of his ****, pulling him erect, alternating fingers curling tight and sliding, find the sensitive spot at the head of his **** until she’s drawn him fully upright
His eyes become wide and seeking, his mouth softened. She continues with brisk strokes, base t just below the head, now grabbing his neck. He freezes and she makes him meet her gaze, holding the moment until at last she see the flinch of submission is making him pull away.
For that she redoubles the tugging, bends and slides the head of his **** into her mouth. Her tongue curls, teasing hand holding it firmly on target as her lips make a wet seal. She likes the warmth and the texture in her mouth, and the imperceptible taste, something of him she cannot fully articulate when she tries to concentrate on it.
He’s getting desperate now, all slick with her saliva and her body squirms, hips shifting in a rocking motion. She brings him almost to the edge and breaks off the stimulation, letting him feel the frustration even as she aggressively kicks her way out of her pants. He should know what’ll happen next when he sees the dark of her ****. She strokes two fingers between the livid curl of her inner labia, sliding the moisture from the whorl of her **** to the projecting pout of her clit in its hood. Opening herself with those two fingers, she caps his **** and then pushes, her hand resting on his shoulder now.
He has his legs together obediently, and she’s straddling his lap with him engulfed all pleasant and pinned by the rings of muscle in her ****, but he warns her, as she begins to lift herself up and down, that he doesn’t know how much endurance he has.
She laughs and promises him, whispered in his ear – “No love, you’ll come when I want you to.” -
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Friday Femdom Fiction: A **** at the Beach
Burned. She made an uncomfortable mewling noise, looking at her body in the large hotel bathroom mirror. Everywhere was covered in sore streaky red. Her breasts were still their proper alabaster and rose color, as was her buttocks, but her shoulders were sun seared, ugly pink, as were patches on her torso and legs. She looked, in her judgement, like she was having some sort of allergic reaction. And she knew what would come next, peeling, then tan marks, light brown on milk white.
The door rattled and swung open, and she poked her head out, still patting her singed flesh with a cool, damp wash cloth.
“Okay baby, the concierge found a pharmacy that’s open at this hour…” He clutched a plastic sack, crinkled up in his hand. He, of course was perfectly unblemished. She’d taken extra special scare to slather him with sun screen, after all. “I’m really, really sorry. I got aloe and…”
“Kneel down, right now.”
“…Mistress?” He said from somewhere on the floor. His voice was tiny. He hadn’t stopped looking penitent, since they first discovered the start of her burn and she identified the culprit.
“I’m too angry to punish you right now. Not only is this really sore, how is it going to look at the party this weekend?”
“I don’t know, Mistress…”
“Of all the lazy, inconsiderate things. You had the privilege of touching me and rubbing my skin and…” She took a deep breath. “Nope, too pissed and stingy to talk about this still. No Mistress for you tonight, just hurt-y fiancee. Get the aloe and more ice from the hall, and tomorrow I’ll decide what I’m going to do.”
He made a little whimper. He always liked it better when she punished him than when she was actually upset.
The next morning, as soon as store opened, he was back at the pharmacy. His collar was around his neck, both reassuring that Mistress was okay, but that punishment was now imminent. He scampered first to the seasonal section and picked up a few things: a floppy cheap wide brimmed hat, a can of sunscreen with a high SPF sunscreen, then to the stationary aisle. Scissors, glue, tape, then rushed back to the hotel.
Arts and crafts followed, her carefully trimming, snipping, sticking and then spraying, before the pair took breakfast smoothies at the hotel pool. Other holiday makers noticed, on the little strip of luxurious beach, a couple, laid out with a deck chair and umbrella. The woman wore a loose caftan and stayed mainly in the shade, her eyes masked by dark glasses, but her mouth in a small but content smile, while the man rushed about, doting, rubbing her feet, bringing her drinks and sometimes just kneeling nearby her legs, looking up at her adoringly. From time to time she would beckon him over and whisper something into his ear, then he would lay out in the sunniest part of the beach, tanning.
That night, the hotel noted they used a lot of ice, but if the other guests heard muffled whimpers, grown ups having romantic fun was a matter of normal. It wasn’t until the small, private party that weekend, at their friend’s ocean side condo, that the other guests saw the full effect of her punishment.
WORTHLESS ****, emblazoned in white on his back, standing against in stark relief against a caramel tan. On his front, **** **** 4 MISS.
If the Mistress didn’t pick her usual revealing party attire, no comment was made by the other guests, but her naked fiance was used well, and photographed at every angle. Quite a few people went home with happy vacation souvenirs. -
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Friday Femdom Fiction: Pleasing Her ****
Her **** was a pink slash in a tuft of soft brown. He’d watched as she’d revealed it, first lifting her skirt to reveal mesh panties and rubbing herself through the fabric, then hooking her fingers to pull the black knit to the side, revealing swollen lips, plump and petaled. Her fingers made an inverted V, spreading them.
“You want it, don’t you?”
Before this, she’d made him strip stark naked and sit on the couch, hands submissively placed on his lap with his palms up. It had been a full week since he’d come, but every evening she’d made sure to tease him until he thought he would crack. Every day, grinding, rubbing and edging without release. Even as she’d first ordered him into the collar for tonight’s game of pleasure he knew he was getting erect.
“Yes.” He didn’t deny his desire.
He’d never made her come. She’d come with him, of course, frigging her clit with rapid finger strokes while he petted and stroked her breasts and belly and neck, or plunged his **** into her. But he always knew that it was something she decided, and a journey she made for herself. “I’m not going to make it hard for you, i’ll let you know when you’re doing it right, but whether or not you please me is entirely up to you.”
“That’s a lot of pressure.” He swallowed.
“Oh, I’m not going to punish you if you can’t. Just the only way you get to come is when I make you , and the only way I’m going to to it is if you make me come first.”
“But…”
“I’m denying myself too, you know. I find you most attractive when you’re desperate and submissive, but I’m helping and leaving myself unsatisfied until you figure it out.” Her skirt was down now, her hands on her hips in a command pose.
“Could… could you come here, Ma’am?”
“Why?”
“I want to give you pleasure.”
“Think you’re up to it?”
He ran his hand under her skirt, up the creamy expanse where her stocking ended, starting above the slight dip in the softness of her thigh and stopping where the hem of her panties began. He saw the effect in a widening smile and the way she twisted towards him. “Yeah.”
“Brat.”
“Yes Ma’am” He took her hips with both hands, steering her gently so she knew he wanted her to sit on the couch. “Please Ma’am, let me please your ****.”
Gathering her skirt up around her waist, he used the pads of her his fingers to press, feeling the raspy texture of the nylon weave, the heat and the way the cotton gusset was becoming saturated with moisture. Her breathing told him he’d found his mark.
He read her enjoyment in the way her pose shifted, spine developing an definite curve, hip sitting to get just the spot she wanted rubbed in reach. Presently, as her deeper breathing included muffled utterances, he stooped and eased her panties down to her knees and off onto the floor, bringing his face in so close that he could smell the musk of femaleness, and kiss and nibble.
She didn’t like the tickle of a tongue, and he knew directly touching her clit, no matter how obvious the location, was more likely to induce her to give him an involuntary kick in the head. Instead he nibbled and nipped and nuzzled until her thighs locked together, trapping his head.
“Ma’am!” He pulled back with some difficulty, taking it as a blatant command for more. With the pads of his fingers, he stroked along the slick furrow, that marked the separation of her labia until his digits were wet with her.
One finger inside, was not enough, neither was two. With three, he was impressed how hard she wanted him to **** her. He’d worried about hurting her, but this was what his Ma’am ordered, greedy, engulfing, making him put the strength of his arm into it.
“More, pet! More!”
He realized that he would probably tire before she did. Her **** was tight like a sucking mouth, and her body making involuntary convulsions. He guessed, took a risk to please her, and took his free hand from where he was using it to brace himself and brought it to her **** as well.
Left handed, he feared for his clumsiness, but she was merciful and placed it just so, so it moved the hood that covered the hard knot of her clitoris without scraping the pearl-pink flesh.
Her breath came in three ragged, deep inhalations, and then she swore, marking the point of no return.
Her **** and its satisfaction was his main point of focus, but from between her legs he could see that her head was thrown back, her mouth in a circle. She tended to hold her breath when she came, grabbing onto the tension to extend it as long as possible.
“Yes! Okay, stop… you can stop pet…” Her hands now prised him from her **** and brought him to her, flushed face smiling. “You’ve earned your release.”
“Ma’am?”
“Yes pet?”
“Can I have another reward?”
“What, pet?”
“Can I pleasure your **** again, instead?” -