Femdom means a range of things to me
It is the new beginning, after the rest of secondlife.
It is the nerves, the excitement and the curiosity of the new submissive
It is the holding of breath, the rush of panic, the relief when first I was spoken to
Femdom is the pull to return again and again
It is acceptance of who I am
It is meeting new friends, and following new rules
It is messing those up sometimes, and making it right again
Femdom is social, with like minded people
It is opening my soul in confessions and stories
It is dancing till the small hours of the morning
It is relaxing by the pool, or chatting in the courtyard
It is being sent to bed when I would rather stay, and going without much resistance
Femdom is dominance
It is the slighted of glances
The sharpest of tones
It is a tsk on her tongue
Or the tap of her foot
It is a leash pulling me closer
And fingers in my hair
It is women chatting with the warmest of laughter
And the tingle on my skin with each mmmhmm
Femdom is the constant wondering what will happen next
It is the thrill of being told to strip
The rush a shoe on my thigh
The tease of a finger nail on my nipples
Femdom is the delight of women
It is the freshness of hair
The fitting of pants
The glimmer of shoes
It is the glimpse of a thigh, or the covering of stockings
It is dressed up in the latest fashion
Or down in jeans
Femdom is sisterhood for the Ladies,
It is support for the submissive
It is the known, and the unknown
Femdom is appreciating and discovering of kinks
Collar and leash
Boots and shoes
Bondage and corsets
Pinching and Pulling and Playing
Torture, Teasing and Tongues
Racks, crosses, the base of a bed
Wooden spoons, whips and belts
Latex, Lace and love
It is the expensive equipment, and the duel use of something just lying around
Femdom is the laughter when a sub is told to stop, knowing they are on edge
It is the flush in my cheeks when something excites and embarrasses me
It is listening and talking about think I know little of, like cocks and milking stories
It is my growing trust to stretch where my limits are
Femdom is openness to be who you want to be and appreciated
It is knowing when to say yes, and when to say no
It is the pull of a hug, and the words "you have pleased me"
Femdom is real, it is in each breath I take, and each daydream of my mind.
It is my playground, my school, my kitchen, my bedroom.
It is my home
Femdom is me, and it is you.
Friday, July 30, 2010
All was black
Take a book
Todo se veía negro, la venda no dejaba pasar ninguna luz, sus manos arriba y sus pies estirados, abiertos, su vientre se apoyaba en un soporte que pertenecía al mismo lugar donde estaba atado. Un sonido relampagueante emergió de su cuerpo y no pudo evitar el grito. Algo haba golpeado su nalga derecha.
Sabia que había hablado con una Hermosa mujer que no dejaba de mirarlo en la biblioteca, ella revisaba con indulgencia los libros que tomaba en la sección de Terror. No tenía nada en especial, muy elegante, muy señora, con unos ojos que encantaban. La veía y la imaginaba planchando y doblando sabanas largas o ropa antigua. Se propuso no bajar la mirada cuando lo viera, así que sostuvo el libro con energía y la miró fijamente.
Otro sonido, otro dolor, pero esta vez una voz se acercaba a su oído derecho: ¿Mujer: El sexo débil? Debiste elegir otro libro!
-___________________________________________-
all was black. The bandage not left any light, his hands on the high and his legs stretched, open feet, his belly lay on a support that belonged to the same place where was tied. A flashing sound emerged from his body and could not avoid the shout. Somewhat bean hit his right buttock.
Remembered that had spoken with a beautiful woman that does not stop to watching it in the library, she revised with indulgence the books it took in the section of Reign of Terror. Not had nothing specially, very elegant, a lady, with a beautiful eyes that enchanted. It saw it and imagined it being in a wallflower and doubling long or ancient clothes. He proposed does not go down the look when saw her , so mantaint the book with energy and stared at it.
Other sound, other ache, but this time a voice approached her right ear: ¿Woman: The weaker sex? You must select other book !
The princess
El alto y moreno, atlético, con voz profunda y … temperamento de Casanova. Ella elegante y sonriente, una princesa, una mujer sin problemas con una tierna abuelita que la cuido con cariño. Ambos salieron del Barco y se dirigieron a la salida, el se detuvo en la parada de los taxies y ella continuó. El bajó su maleta al suelo y de repente un carro de esos que llaman la atención se paró al lado de él.- Te llevo?- la linda princesita pensó él y usando su voz mas sensual y bajnado sus lentes oscuros de marca le dijo:-Claro Princesa!, llevame a donde quieras. En el camino él dijo que no tenía donde ir cualquier Hotel de 1 ó 2 estrellas sería suficiente solo quería dormir para irse al día siguiente y continuar sus vacaciones secretas, su deambular como un vagabundo, solitario conociendo al mundo. Todo esto con voz de artista que ha sido herido y se despide de su amada. Ella le dice, - Te puedas quedar en mi casa, tenemos un caserón antiguo con 4 habitaciones vacías. Solas mi abuelita y yo.- el se sonrió como el gato que se ha comido al canario y nadie lo ha notado - Oh Gracias que gran detalle, pues si me agradan las abuelitas- La mía te encantará-
Llegaron a la mansión antigua, hermosa y bien cuidada, arboles en invierno y setos vivos para los laberintos de niños. Entraron, ella lo acomodó abajo en una cama con techo, deesas antiguas y subió. El se preparó para terminar de conquistarla se puso un short de algodón que le marcaba su sexo y la parte de arriba se mostraba sus músculos como si fuera aceite. Su erección fue notable. Se acostó para probar la cama, … un ruido.. otro! Y el techo de la cama se movió y bajaron cintas de cuero que lo apresaron. Peleó y peleó pero no pudo zafarse. Oyó pasos en el pasillo y ella entró con un vestido de flores normal y corriente, una sonrisa iluminó su cara al verlo atado. Entró en el cuarto y el empezó a gritarle. Porqué esto? Para que?... la joven lo miraba sonreída y de repente grito a cuello “ABUEEEELIIIITA” y una anciana vestida como Dominatrix y con una pequeña fusta colgando de su mano, entró al cuarto - Que linda eres y ya está amarrado y casi desnudo!
-________________________________________-
He high and brown, athletic, with deep voice and… the temperament of Casanova. She, elegant and smiling, a Princess, a woman without problems with a tender grandmother that cared her with love. Both got out of the boat and it is directed to the exit, He stopped in the Taxi stop and she continued. He went down his suitcase to the floor, but, suddenly a cart of thoses that attract attention stopped the side of him
- I take you?- the pretty Princess thought he and using him “sensual” voice down his spensive dark lenses he said:- Yes Princess!, take me to any where you got. In the road he said that he hasn’t place on the town then any 1 or 2 start hotal will be good enough to sleep 5 or 6 hours for the next Boat on his Secret vacation Voyage. A free spritilike the old Hobos of the trains. She says you,-you can remain on my house, I have an old t house with 4 empty rooms. I am alone with my grandmotherI.- then He smiled as the cat that having eaten the canary and no one has noted it. - Oh thanks, is a cute detail, and if you like grandmothers, mine will enchant you-
They reached to the Old, beautiful mansion and well taken care of, hoist in winters and hedges for the labyrinthes for childrens. They go in and , she suited himi down in a bed with roof, and it went up. The prepared to finishes conquers the put a shorts of cotton that marked hisr sex and the part from above showed his well defines muscles. His erection was notable. He proves the bed,… a noise!.. other! and the roof of the bed moved to him and it went down Leather Belts captured him. Fought and fought but could be loosened. It heard steps in the short step and she entered with a dress of normal and common flowers, a smile lit up her face when seeing it pack. It entered the fourth and he began to shout to her . Reason this? In order that?... the youth watched it, smiled and suddenly shout “GRNANNNNYYYYY” and a leather, like Dominatrix, dressed go on the room and said - My cute Princess you don’t forget my Birthday, and this time he is almost dressed!!
Steps
Tomo la pomada. Se oyó un gritó. La abrió lentamente. Un sollozo rompió el nuevo silencio. Untó su dedo índice derecho en la crema. Otro sollozo. –Shhhh no pasa nada-. Un gimoteo. Se levantó y se acercó a ella, puso su mano izquierda encima de su pierna, -Dolerá?- pregunto ella, - Si! Dolerá, pero lo haré lentamente y ya verás como el dolor se vá-. Untó la crema en la zona enrojecida. –Bien, sigamos- Enfundó su guante y volvió a meter su mano en su recto. AAHHH! Gracias Señora! Aaaayyy
-____________________________________________-
The pomade was taken. A shout was heared. The can was opened slowly. A sob broke the new silence. A right index finger takes some cream. Other sob. –Shhhh Easy, easy nothing happen -. A whining. raised and approached she, a hand was moved over her leg
–Will Hurt?
-Yes! It will ache, but if I will do it slowly the pain will be go
-. It smeared the cream in the reddened area
. –Well, we continue
-The glove cover the hand and go to her rectum again.
- AAHHH! Thanks Mistress! Aaaahyyy
Todo se veía negro, la venda no dejaba pasar ninguna luz, sus manos arriba y sus pies estirados, abiertos, su vientre se apoyaba en un soporte que pertenecía al mismo lugar donde estaba atado. Un sonido relampagueante emergió de su cuerpo y no pudo evitar el grito. Algo haba golpeado su nalga derecha.
Sabia que había hablado con una Hermosa mujer que no dejaba de mirarlo en la biblioteca, ella revisaba con indulgencia los libros que tomaba en la sección de Terror. No tenía nada en especial, muy elegante, muy señora, con unos ojos que encantaban. La veía y la imaginaba planchando y doblando sabanas largas o ropa antigua. Se propuso no bajar la mirada cuando lo viera, así que sostuvo el libro con energía y la miró fijamente.
Otro sonido, otro dolor, pero esta vez una voz se acercaba a su oído derecho: ¿Mujer: El sexo débil? Debiste elegir otro libro!
-___________________________________________-
all was black. The bandage not left any light, his hands on the high and his legs stretched, open feet, his belly lay on a support that belonged to the same place where was tied. A flashing sound emerged from his body and could not avoid the shout. Somewhat bean hit his right buttock.
Remembered that had spoken with a beautiful woman that does not stop to watching it in the library, she revised with indulgence the books it took in the section of Reign of Terror. Not had nothing specially, very elegant, a lady, with a beautiful eyes that enchanted. It saw it and imagined it being in a wallflower and doubling long or ancient clothes. He proposed does not go down the look when saw her , so mantaint the book with energy and stared at it.
Other sound, other ache, but this time a voice approached her right ear: ¿Woman: The weaker sex? You must select other book !
The princess
El alto y moreno, atlético, con voz profunda y … temperamento de Casanova. Ella elegante y sonriente, una princesa, una mujer sin problemas con una tierna abuelita que la cuido con cariño. Ambos salieron del Barco y se dirigieron a la salida, el se detuvo en la parada de los taxies y ella continuó. El bajó su maleta al suelo y de repente un carro de esos que llaman la atención se paró al lado de él.- Te llevo?- la linda princesita pensó él y usando su voz mas sensual y bajnado sus lentes oscuros de marca le dijo:-Claro Princesa!, llevame a donde quieras. En el camino él dijo que no tenía donde ir cualquier Hotel de 1 ó 2 estrellas sería suficiente solo quería dormir para irse al día siguiente y continuar sus vacaciones secretas, su deambular como un vagabundo, solitario conociendo al mundo. Todo esto con voz de artista que ha sido herido y se despide de su amada. Ella le dice, - Te puedas quedar en mi casa, tenemos un caserón antiguo con 4 habitaciones vacías. Solas mi abuelita y yo.- el se sonrió como el gato que se ha comido al canario y nadie lo ha notado - Oh Gracias que gran detalle, pues si me agradan las abuelitas- La mía te encantará-
Llegaron a la mansión antigua, hermosa y bien cuidada, arboles en invierno y setos vivos para los laberintos de niños. Entraron, ella lo acomodó abajo en una cama con techo, deesas antiguas y subió. El se preparó para terminar de conquistarla se puso un short de algodón que le marcaba su sexo y la parte de arriba se mostraba sus músculos como si fuera aceite. Su erección fue notable. Se acostó para probar la cama, … un ruido.. otro! Y el techo de la cama se movió y bajaron cintas de cuero que lo apresaron. Peleó y peleó pero no pudo zafarse. Oyó pasos en el pasillo y ella entró con un vestido de flores normal y corriente, una sonrisa iluminó su cara al verlo atado. Entró en el cuarto y el empezó a gritarle. Porqué esto? Para que?... la joven lo miraba sonreída y de repente grito a cuello “ABUEEEELIIIITA” y una anciana vestida como Dominatrix y con una pequeña fusta colgando de su mano, entró al cuarto - Que linda eres y ya está amarrado y casi desnudo!
-________________________________________-
He high and brown, athletic, with deep voice and… the temperament of Casanova. She, elegant and smiling, a Princess, a woman without problems with a tender grandmother that cared her with love. Both got out of the boat and it is directed to the exit, He stopped in the Taxi stop and she continued. He went down his suitcase to the floor, but, suddenly a cart of thoses that attract attention stopped the side of him
- I take you?- the pretty Princess thought he and using him “sensual” voice down his spensive dark lenses he said:- Yes Princess!, take me to any where you got. In the road he said that he hasn’t place on the town then any 1 or 2 start hotal will be good enough to sleep 5 or 6 hours for the next Boat on his Secret vacation Voyage. A free spritilike the old Hobos of the trains. She says you,-you can remain on my house, I have an old t house with 4 empty rooms. I am alone with my grandmotherI.- then He smiled as the cat that having eaten the canary and no one has noted it. - Oh thanks, is a cute detail, and if you like grandmothers, mine will enchant you-
They reached to the Old, beautiful mansion and well taken care of, hoist in winters and hedges for the labyrinthes for childrens. They go in and , she suited himi down in a bed with roof, and it went up. The prepared to finishes conquers the put a shorts of cotton that marked hisr sex and the part from above showed his well defines muscles. His erection was notable. He proves the bed,… a noise!.. other! and the roof of the bed moved to him and it went down Leather Belts captured him. Fought and fought but could be loosened. It heard steps in the short step and she entered with a dress of normal and common flowers, a smile lit up her face when seeing it pack. It entered the fourth and he began to shout to her . Reason this? In order that?... the youth watched it, smiled and suddenly shout “GRNANNNNYYYYY” and a leather, like Dominatrix, dressed go on the room and said - My cute Princess you don’t forget my Birthday, and this time he is almost dressed!!
Steps
Tomo la pomada. Se oyó un gritó. La abrió lentamente. Un sollozo rompió el nuevo silencio. Untó su dedo índice derecho en la crema. Otro sollozo. –Shhhh no pasa nada-. Un gimoteo. Se levantó y se acercó a ella, puso su mano izquierda encima de su pierna, -Dolerá?- pregunto ella, - Si! Dolerá, pero lo haré lentamente y ya verás como el dolor se vá-. Untó la crema en la zona enrojecida. –Bien, sigamos- Enfundó su guante y volvió a meter su mano en su recto. AAHHH! Gracias Señora! Aaaayyy
-____________________________________________-
The pomade was taken. A shout was heared. The can was opened slowly. A sob broke the new silence. A right index finger takes some cream. Other sob. –Shhhh Easy, easy nothing happen -. A whining. raised and approached she, a hand was moved over her leg
–Will Hurt?
-Yes! It will ache, but if I will do it slowly the pain will be go
-. It smeared the cream in the reddened area
. –Well, we continue
-The glove cover the hand and go to her rectum again.
- AAHHH! Thanks Mistress! Aaaahyyy
Confession - Anon
i knelt in the entrance way of my Mistress's house awaiting her return home, She was later
then normal. my body starting to ached from its stiff posture, my silks did nothing to comfort me from the hard floor.
My ears caught the sound of Her limousine pulling up outside, smiling i quickly moved to
the door and opened it as i knelt again. There was always a feeling of electricity in the
air when i was in the presence of my Mistress, Her closeness excited me, but it also made
me a little nervous. i could feel her cool gaze as she walked through the door, followed ?
closely by three lovelyladies, but none so lovely as my beloved Mistress.
As i looked up at my Mistress, She said 'hello little pet, bring refreshments to
the Sitting Room', i quickly answered 'Yes Mistress'.
After the ladies had left the entrance way, i quickly went to the kitchen and prepared
refreshment, placing everything on a large ornate tray, i carried it into the sitting
room and served my Mistress, and then each of her guests.
After serving Her last guest, Mistress said, "now pet, dance for our entertainment and use
this." she handed me a small bottle of body oil.
i was always nervous in front of strangers, but i knew better then to disobey, i moved to
the center of the room, and i started dancing to the music. i smiled seductively and
slowly removed my silks, tossing them to the side. As i danced naked in front of the
beautiful ladies, my cock flopping between my legs, i grew excited, my cock twitching and
getting stiff.
There were amused comments as i continued to dance, pouring the oil onto
my tanned muscular body, running my hands over my chest, my arms, my legs and my ass.
It had been several days since my Mistress had allowed my cock any pleasure, and as i ran ?
my slick, oil covered hands over my cock and balls, i couldn’t help but to moan with ?
pleasure, i felt my cock getting harder. This brought more amused laughter from the ladies, ?
i heard someone say "what a horny little bitch!"
i continued to dance, running my hands over my glistening oil covered body, toying with my
nipples, and slapping my ass for their amusement. Occasionally letting my hands find there
way between my legs, teasing myself as i slid my fingers over my hard aching shaft and
cupping my heavy balls, small gasps of pleasure escaping my lips.
Feeling something land at my feet, i glanced down and saw a dildo. "show us what you can do ?
with that slut" i heard. The expectant looks on the faces of my audience left no doubt. i
gyrated to the floor doing a one handed push up, and picked up the plastic cock with my
teeth.
i Rolled over onto my back, my shoulders on the floor, my knees bent holding my hips up
high. Sliding my right hand teasingly over my body, and then wrapping my fingers around my
oil covered cock, pumping it in long, firm, strokes, each one feeling more and more
intensely pleasurably.
While i stroked my needy cock, my left hand held the dildo in my mouth, i licked, sucked ?
and bobbed on it, doing my best to put on a good show for my audience. Moaning with my ?
mouth full, from the building need in my body.
After several minutes, my muscles tensed as i neared orgasm. i had been trained never to ?
cum without permission. i reluctantly released my cock, fondling and tugging my balls, as i ?
struggled not to go over the edge.
"Show the ladies what a good whore you are pet" said my Mistress. i gave the plastic cock
one last slobbery kiss, moving it between my spread legs, and pressing it against my ass
hole. i squirmed, pressing it harder, until it finally slide inside of me, it felt huge, ?
completely filling me up.
Sweating, my legs feeling wobbly, i fucked my ass with the dildo, my free hand roaming
across my body, pinching my nipples and squeezing my balls. My cock was throbbing, begging
for attention, i stroked it in rhythm with fucking my ass, grunting and moaning more loudly
now.
Sweat filled my eyes, and the fog of desire filled my mind With the dildo deep in my ass as ?
i stoked my oil covered cock faster and faster, i found myself on the edge again and ?
forced myself to stop. begging desperately for release...
"Mistress!.. may ths whore cum.. pleasee!.. i need it so badly.. pleaseee may i!"
Her pause seemed like an eternity, indifferent to my slutty desires. "shall we?" she
enquired of her guests. i struggled for control as i waited for my Mistress's decision. ?
With nods of agreement they decided it would be amusing. my Mistress looked into my eyes ?
and said "you may cum little whore".
Hearing her words, i thanked my Mistress profusely. Stroking my begging cock without
abandonment and fucking my ass. Every nerve in my body on edge, muscles tensed, heart
pounding, moaning and screaming as i reached orgasmic bliss, i exploded shouting my
Goddess's name.
My cum shooting high and then splattering on my thighs, stomach and the floor.. i continued ?
to milk my greedy cock, grunting and moaning, my body spasming, i couldn’t hear or see ?
anything.. until the waves of intense pleasure subsided.. my legs buckled and i lay flat on ?
the floor, exhausted.. i eased the cock thankfully out of my ass, and lay there, an oily, ?
sweaty, cum covered mess.
i lay there listening to amused taunts and laughter... but finally i heard the only sound
i yearned for.. the voice of my Mistress. "You did well pet, now clean up your mess", i ?
quickly replied "yes Mistress". Shakily i rose to my knees, looked at the cum on the ?
floor and wondered what i was supposed to clean it up with...
then normal. my body starting to ached from its stiff posture, my silks did nothing to comfort me from the hard floor.
My ears caught the sound of Her limousine pulling up outside, smiling i quickly moved to
the door and opened it as i knelt again. There was always a feeling of electricity in the
air when i was in the presence of my Mistress, Her closeness excited me, but it also made
me a little nervous. i could feel her cool gaze as she walked through the door, followed ?
closely by three lovelyladies, but none so lovely as my beloved Mistress.
As i looked up at my Mistress, She said 'hello little pet, bring refreshments to
the Sitting Room', i quickly answered 'Yes Mistress'.
After the ladies had left the entrance way, i quickly went to the kitchen and prepared
refreshment, placing everything on a large ornate tray, i carried it into the sitting
room and served my Mistress, and then each of her guests.
After serving Her last guest, Mistress said, "now pet, dance for our entertainment and use
this." she handed me a small bottle of body oil.
i was always nervous in front of strangers, but i knew better then to disobey, i moved to
the center of the room, and i started dancing to the music. i smiled seductively and
slowly removed my silks, tossing them to the side. As i danced naked in front of the
beautiful ladies, my cock flopping between my legs, i grew excited, my cock twitching and
getting stiff.
There were amused comments as i continued to dance, pouring the oil onto
my tanned muscular body, running my hands over my chest, my arms, my legs and my ass.
It had been several days since my Mistress had allowed my cock any pleasure, and as i ran ?
my slick, oil covered hands over my cock and balls, i couldn’t help but to moan with ?
pleasure, i felt my cock getting harder. This brought more amused laughter from the ladies, ?
i heard someone say "what a horny little bitch!"
i continued to dance, running my hands over my glistening oil covered body, toying with my
nipples, and slapping my ass for their amusement. Occasionally letting my hands find there
way between my legs, teasing myself as i slid my fingers over my hard aching shaft and
cupping my heavy balls, small gasps of pleasure escaping my lips.
Feeling something land at my feet, i glanced down and saw a dildo. "show us what you can do ?
with that slut" i heard. The expectant looks on the faces of my audience left no doubt. i
gyrated to the floor doing a one handed push up, and picked up the plastic cock with my
teeth.
i Rolled over onto my back, my shoulders on the floor, my knees bent holding my hips up
high. Sliding my right hand teasingly over my body, and then wrapping my fingers around my
oil covered cock, pumping it in long, firm, strokes, each one feeling more and more
intensely pleasurably.
While i stroked my needy cock, my left hand held the dildo in my mouth, i licked, sucked ?
and bobbed on it, doing my best to put on a good show for my audience. Moaning with my ?
mouth full, from the building need in my body.
After several minutes, my muscles tensed as i neared orgasm. i had been trained never to ?
cum without permission. i reluctantly released my cock, fondling and tugging my balls, as i ?
struggled not to go over the edge.
"Show the ladies what a good whore you are pet" said my Mistress. i gave the plastic cock
one last slobbery kiss, moving it between my spread legs, and pressing it against my ass
hole. i squirmed, pressing it harder, until it finally slide inside of me, it felt huge, ?
completely filling me up.
Sweating, my legs feeling wobbly, i fucked my ass with the dildo, my free hand roaming
across my body, pinching my nipples and squeezing my balls. My cock was throbbing, begging
for attention, i stroked it in rhythm with fucking my ass, grunting and moaning more loudly
now.
Sweat filled my eyes, and the fog of desire filled my mind With the dildo deep in my ass as ?
i stoked my oil covered cock faster and faster, i found myself on the edge again and ?
forced myself to stop. begging desperately for release...
"Mistress!.. may ths whore cum.. pleasee!.. i need it so badly.. pleaseee may i!"
Her pause seemed like an eternity, indifferent to my slutty desires. "shall we?" she
enquired of her guests. i struggled for control as i waited for my Mistress's decision. ?
With nods of agreement they decided it would be amusing. my Mistress looked into my eyes ?
and said "you may cum little whore".
Hearing her words, i thanked my Mistress profusely. Stroking my begging cock without
abandonment and fucking my ass. Every nerve in my body on edge, muscles tensed, heart
pounding, moaning and screaming as i reached orgasmic bliss, i exploded shouting my
Goddess's name.
My cum shooting high and then splattering on my thighs, stomach and the floor.. i continued ?
to milk my greedy cock, grunting and moaning, my body spasming, i couldn’t hear or see ?
anything.. until the waves of intense pleasure subsided.. my legs buckled and i lay flat on ?
the floor, exhausted.. i eased the cock thankfully out of my ass, and lay there, an oily, ?
sweaty, cum covered mess.
i lay there listening to amused taunts and laughter... but finally i heard the only sound
i yearned for.. the voice of my Mistress. "You did well pet, now clean up your mess", i ?
quickly replied "yes Mistress". Shakily i rose to my knees, looked at the cum on the ?
floor and wondered what i was supposed to clean it up with...
Confession - Anon
I would like to keep anonymity for this story please :)
My first encounter
I had always known i was into D/s since i was surprisingly young, too young to know what it actually was. Over many years i grew and exlpored and gradually worked out exactly what interested me. It was Femdom and i was eager to experience it in rl for many years before i actually grew some balls and did it. It was in the form of a Mistress i found online who for this story i will call Miss A. I had pondered going to see Miss A for many months and then one day i picked up the phone and called, i nervously booked an appointment with the secretary.
I couldnt believe it, i had just done it! omg.... all i could feel were nerves and excitement in equal strength. So i was showered and in the car quicker than a bullet. Nerves were becoming more and more my main feeling as i approached my destination.
Finally after finding the place, i circled the block a few times to make sure nobody was around. I parked up and rang the bell, the secretary came over the voice thingie and asked my name, i told her and then the door opened with a buzz. I walked up a dark staircase to meet a short Lady in her 50's obviously the secretary, she took me into a small waiting room and told me the tribute costs and thati would be seeing a Lady who for this story i will call Miss B.....
"OH" i said "I thought i was supposed to be seeing Miss A", but she explained Miss A was already fully booked and i didnt specify i wanted to see Miss A... Hang on i thought, there was only one Mistress on the website. my nerves had really kicked in by now so i kept my mouth shut while she explained to me that Miss B was very experienced and a very Professional Mistress..... I was worried.
So after sitting there waiting nervously for a few minutes a different door opened and in walked a tall large Lady about 20 years older than me and wasnt particularly attractive to my tastes... Now i was very worried. Oh shit i thought im in for it here.
She sat down with me and asked if i had been to a Mistress before, i said no, then She asked what i would like to do. I was thinking i want to go home and curl up into a little ball under my bed. "Erm whatever you want!" i uttered nervously totally unprepared for the question. "Firstly" she said "There are a lot of cruel Dommes out there that will hurt you a lot if you say that". Wow i thought thank god She wasnt one of them.... She said if i liked she would take me into the dungeon and show me around and see how we go. My mind was starting to become more at ease.
So we went into the dungeon and tried out some things and i have to say She was very professional and considerate totally dispelling my first impressions.
I have to say i didnt enjoy it as much id have liked because i was so nervous, but it was fun.
On the way home i couldnt believe id just been to see a Pro Domme, not totally what i expected but definately an experience. I had to try again somewhere else and well prepared.
I would say that looking back having been a few times to different Dommes it is certainly worth the experience, but i dont think it can compare to having D/s with somebody you love and can just let go with.
But for all the single subs out there that ponder and never do, i would say just pick up the phone and do it, but... be prepared! ;)
My first encounter
I had always known i was into D/s since i was surprisingly young, too young to know what it actually was. Over many years i grew and exlpored and gradually worked out exactly what interested me. It was Femdom and i was eager to experience it in rl for many years before i actually grew some balls and did it. It was in the form of a Mistress i found online who for this story i will call Miss A. I had pondered going to see Miss A for many months and then one day i picked up the phone and called, i nervously booked an appointment with the secretary.
I couldnt believe it, i had just done it! omg.... all i could feel were nerves and excitement in equal strength. So i was showered and in the car quicker than a bullet. Nerves were becoming more and more my main feeling as i approached my destination.
Finally after finding the place, i circled the block a few times to make sure nobody was around. I parked up and rang the bell, the secretary came over the voice thingie and asked my name, i told her and then the door opened with a buzz. I walked up a dark staircase to meet a short Lady in her 50's obviously the secretary, she took me into a small waiting room and told me the tribute costs and thati would be seeing a Lady who for this story i will call Miss B.....
"OH" i said "I thought i was supposed to be seeing Miss A", but she explained Miss A was already fully booked and i didnt specify i wanted to see Miss A... Hang on i thought, there was only one Mistress on the website. my nerves had really kicked in by now so i kept my mouth shut while she explained to me that Miss B was very experienced and a very Professional Mistress..... I was worried.
So after sitting there waiting nervously for a few minutes a different door opened and in walked a tall large Lady about 20 years older than me and wasnt particularly attractive to my tastes... Now i was very worried. Oh shit i thought im in for it here.
She sat down with me and asked if i had been to a Mistress before, i said no, then She asked what i would like to do. I was thinking i want to go home and curl up into a little ball under my bed. "Erm whatever you want!" i uttered nervously totally unprepared for the question. "Firstly" she said "There are a lot of cruel Dommes out there that will hurt you a lot if you say that". Wow i thought thank god She wasnt one of them.... She said if i liked she would take me into the dungeon and show me around and see how we go. My mind was starting to become more at ease.
So we went into the dungeon and tried out some things and i have to say She was very professional and considerate totally dispelling my first impressions.
I have to say i didnt enjoy it as much id have liked because i was so nervous, but it was fun.
On the way home i couldnt believe id just been to see a Pro Domme, not totally what i expected but definately an experience. I had to try again somewhere else and well prepared.
I would say that looking back having been a few times to different Dommes it is certainly worth the experience, but i dont think it can compare to having D/s with somebody you love and can just let go with.
But for all the single subs out there that ponder and never do, i would say just pick up the phone and do it, but... be prepared! ;)
When I Was Young - Miss Loes
When i was young i was always told I was very bossy
mainly to boys. Around my 16 I was exploring and
I did found out I did love male and females. But always
from a Domme side.
With a friend I did look to a French movie the story
of O and with him i must be 17 then I tried my first
things, I got very turned on when I did tie him to a bed
and made him helpless.
On my 18th birthday I went for the first time to a real
BDSM club with a older girlfriend. Later that year I
meet frank (now my husband) and a girl we became
very good friends and things went more to the harder
forms of BDSM.
After about one year this girl was collared by me and
we did live together for about 10 years, in this time
I told my parents I was a Mistress and that I was
going to live with a girl who was my slave. This
ended up in a big fight and at that moment I was
not understood by my family.
I did build my own life and made my own money
being very happy with this girl. It was a relation
base on trust and respect.
During this time I was 3 mouth on a exchange program
for nurses and I went to Japan. There I became friends
with a Mistress who learned me the art of Japanese
bondage.
Frank stayed always in my life as friend, me and
my girl went to many BDSM events in the world
did shows on bondage and shows for Dutch makers
of latex and leather outfits.
During one of this events my girl meet her husband
who was trained by me as slave, after a time I let them
go to start there own life. (she is a happy mum now)
We still meet and play, she is still my best girl friend.
Frank came more and more in my life and after I almost
lost him in a car crash we had our wedding and we build
a very nice life in BDSM. And this year I had my first
baby.
My Marriage with frank, did bring me and my family
together again and I got my shares in our company.
Had my first baby in march and still live the BDSM
lifestyle in full.
July 2006 I came also to SL and tried some things there, first mainly with
Dutch people on a very small plot 1024 meters. Many are still my friends
now. Later I went to a early BDSM place on SL BDSM zaken a dutch
place where I did meet many of my current Dutch BDSM friend.
A Dutch lady Hessa to me to OWK it was just started then I was offered
job as judge but along talk with Bee did me deicide I would be Guardess
form the first day some of ladies did not like me because I would be a
very hard lady. during my time on OWK I did meet many ladies and subs
seen many femdom places build. I had my problems there not for this
note. Made it to chief Guardess and Queen till some people when to all
of my basic things in life, and I had to stop with OWK.
I also meet my SL Slave Chas two years ago in OWK.
Done a lot of thing on SL form being queen, doing events, being model,
host on (bdsm) fashion events. I have a lot of friends on SL, and a few who do not realy like me,
Now O Palais is my home sim and I will try to make this work.
Loes Shi
mainly to boys. Around my 16 I was exploring and
I did found out I did love male and females. But always
from a Domme side.
With a friend I did look to a French movie the story
of O and with him i must be 17 then I tried my first
things, I got very turned on when I did tie him to a bed
and made him helpless.
On my 18th birthday I went for the first time to a real
BDSM club with a older girlfriend. Later that year I
meet frank (now my husband) and a girl we became
very good friends and things went more to the harder
forms of BDSM.
After about one year this girl was collared by me and
we did live together for about 10 years, in this time
I told my parents I was a Mistress and that I was
going to live with a girl who was my slave. This
ended up in a big fight and at that moment I was
not understood by my family.
I did build my own life and made my own money
being very happy with this girl. It was a relation
base on trust and respect.
During this time I was 3 mouth on a exchange program
for nurses and I went to Japan. There I became friends
with a Mistress who learned me the art of Japanese
bondage.
Frank stayed always in my life as friend, me and
my girl went to many BDSM events in the world
did shows on bondage and shows for Dutch makers
of latex and leather outfits.
During one of this events my girl meet her husband
who was trained by me as slave, after a time I let them
go to start there own life. (she is a happy mum now)
We still meet and play, she is still my best girl friend.
Frank came more and more in my life and after I almost
lost him in a car crash we had our wedding and we build
a very nice life in BDSM. And this year I had my first
baby.
My Marriage with frank, did bring me and my family
together again and I got my shares in our company.
Had my first baby in march and still live the BDSM
lifestyle in full.
July 2006 I came also to SL and tried some things there, first mainly with
Dutch people on a very small plot 1024 meters. Many are still my friends
now. Later I went to a early BDSM place on SL BDSM zaken a dutch
place where I did meet many of my current Dutch BDSM friend.
A Dutch lady Hessa to me to OWK it was just started then I was offered
job as judge but along talk with Bee did me deicide I would be Guardess
form the first day some of ladies did not like me because I would be a
very hard lady. during my time on OWK I did meet many ladies and subs
seen many femdom places build. I had my problems there not for this
note. Made it to chief Guardess and Queen till some people when to all
of my basic things in life, and I had to stop with OWK.
I also meet my SL Slave Chas two years ago in OWK.
Done a lot of thing on SL form being queen, doing events, being model,
host on (bdsm) fashion events. I have a lot of friends on SL, and a few who do not realy like me,
Now O Palais is my home sim and I will try to make this work.
Loes Shi
Confession - Wheels
I’ve recently have come on hard times. I asked release from my Mistress, something I had to do because of real life issues that were not going to change that really impacted our SL lives. It was a long relationship and I still feel the pain from it as I write this. But we must move on, although hard, its what we both need to do. Now I’m alone in SL something I haven’t been in a very long time. I feel lost in SL without having a Mistress, that person that knows you inside and out. Someone that knows your deep desires, your secrets, and knows just how to push your buttons. I look out on the courtyard or at events and see the relationships between a Mistress and her sub and cant help but feel the pain and emptiness I have. But I know I can’t dive right in to another relationship so soon, or can I, am I ready? Has it been long enough? Confusion fills my head. I know from past relationships it takes a lot of time to truly open yourself up and give yourself totally to that person. I wonder if I’ll find that again. Time will only tell, meanwhile I come to every event, sit in the courtyard and enjoy the company of the Mistresses of the Dominion and my fellow subs. Some are very close and have helped me through my situation and I thank them so much for it, because I could not do it without them. So I wait patiently to meet the Mistress that I’ll live to please in every way I possibly can.
Corset - Kyna
Corset ~by Kyna
Gentle kisses press up spine
until i press against your back
reaching around your petal soft skin
feeling the curve of your bare breast
its warmth kissing my bare forearm
I wish to linger longer
and i could feel your breath
trailing against my neck
yes it made me whimper
My eyes looked to you as i leaned back
slowly lifting pulling the fabric tight
fingers caressing the fabric
which covers your treasured torso
fingers squeeze, tug and pull
I long to be the fabric
and i could just imagine
being apart of you
Yes i breathed out with want
Feeling the criss cross of lace listening
following your husky voice fingers move
wanting only the perfection that equals you
waiting for approval before the bow is tied
sliding down to my knees
Eyes lift up awaiting
and could just see
approval in your eyes
yes i glowed from unspoken words
Peeking up through lashes of lowered Head
Just as i feel your hand along my cheek.
I leaning in drawn in by your presence
feeling you guiding my head up
My eyes trail over your Corset
Remembering this moment
i could just stay here
happy for the privilege
Yes I swoon to this day
Gentle kisses press up spine
until i press against your back
reaching around your petal soft skin
feeling the curve of your bare breast
its warmth kissing my bare forearm
I wish to linger longer
and i could feel your breath
trailing against my neck
yes it made me whimper
My eyes looked to you as i leaned back
slowly lifting pulling the fabric tight
fingers caressing the fabric
which covers your treasured torso
fingers squeeze, tug and pull
I long to be the fabric
and i could just imagine
being apart of you
Yes i breathed out with want
Feeling the criss cross of lace listening
following your husky voice fingers move
wanting only the perfection that equals you
waiting for approval before the bow is tied
sliding down to my knees
Eyes lift up awaiting
and could just see
approval in your eyes
yes i glowed from unspoken words
Peeking up through lashes of lowered Head
Just as i feel your hand along my cheek.
I leaning in drawn in by your presence
feeling you guiding my head up
My eyes trail over your Corset
Remembering this moment
i could just stay here
happy for the privilege
Yes I swoon to this day
What Femdom means to me - Dave Shippe
i close my eyes and relax. i steady my breathing, my mind starts to wander. Things become calm and peaceful... and clear. i dream, but it is more than a dream... i'm in a world that is different; things are turned on their head, inside-out. i am at peace in this world. i am happy. i am fulfilled.
My daydreaming is interrupted. i feel a tugging on a leash attached to the collar around my neck. It has been locked in place... by my Mistress. Yes, my Mistress, my Owner. You see, i live in a world that is ruled by Women. Where Women are superior and their word is obeyed without question, without hesitation. There are no wars, there is no poverty... all that ended a long time ago, after the final battle had been fought, and the white flag of surrender had been waved. The men --yes we were men once but we are now just boys--have been subjugated and exist solely for the pleasure and comfort of our Superiors. The lucky ones like me have been claimed, and are the exclusive property of a demanding Goddess. The unlucky ones, well... they toil endlessly in the fields, or the roads, or the rock quarry, or wherever else work needs to be done... they work 18 hours a day and subsist on a meager amount of food and water... There are public whippings, or worse, for any perceived slacking... and it is not uncommon to see an unclaimed boy locked in a stockade in the hot sun for countless hours at a time for the slightest transgression... The only hope for these boys is to catch a Superior's eye and to be claimed. But until then they sweat, and work in the hot sun, day after day, week after week, month after month...
i was a general in the old order, i signed the document of surrender... i gave up my freedom when i signed... but that was a long time ago...
We were stripped and shackled and hung in a long row by our wrists. We were gagged, and metal chastity cages were locked on our genitals. Some struggled but they were made examples of; we were forced to watch their slow and torturous deaths. The High Priestess walked down the line, doling out boys to other Superiors... we all desperately wanted to be claimed because we knew the alternative... i was not chosen at first and a deep despair set in... but then the High Priestess came back. She pointed at me and said, "I'll take this one for myself."
It was difficult at first, i was not used to following orders. i was beaten when my efforts fell short. i was beaten for Her amusement. She loved the cane the most and the angry purple welts it left, marking me as Her property. She would remove my cage and whip my cock, although, truth be told, it was now Her cock as i had no access to it, and it was no longer used for sex. She got great pleasure from my screams of agony, but i later realized She was sexually stimulated too.
i learned my place and acceptance set in. i became good at my chores and learned to anticipate Her needs. my focus changed, i was liberated... my only concern was how to better please my Mistress.
Time passed and my Mistress got a little softer with me... or maybe i got better at anticipating Her needs... She would have me kneel between her legs and give Her sexual pleasure with my tongue. Very rarely She would unlock me and let me penetrate Her. But She was always in charge, and it was always for Her pleasure, not mine. Infrequently, She let me ejaculate; She said it was necessary for my sexual health, so i could continue pleasing Her.
i was falling in love. i no longer obeyed out of fear, but out of adoration, out of love. i desperately wanted to please my Mistress. Her pleasure was all that mattered to me. Gradually She let her guard down, and started to show feelings for me as well. i could tell She was proud as she led me down the main street on her leash while i crawled behind.
i am happy in this world, i am content. It feels natural to me and i am at peace.
my alarm goes off and i am startled out of a sound sleep, a Coldplay song is playing, Viva la Vida... i shower, get ready for work; the stress already seeping into my consciousness... the Coldplay words stay with me all day, they come in snip-its... somehow the words have a calming effect...
The End
Viva La Vida by Coldplay:
http://www.vh1.com/video/coldplay/264962/viva-la-vida.jhtml#artist=1111141
http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/coldplay/viva_la_vida.html
My daydreaming is interrupted. i feel a tugging on a leash attached to the collar around my neck. It has been locked in place... by my Mistress. Yes, my Mistress, my Owner. You see, i live in a world that is ruled by Women. Where Women are superior and their word is obeyed without question, without hesitation. There are no wars, there is no poverty... all that ended a long time ago, after the final battle had been fought, and the white flag of surrender had been waved. The men --yes we were men once but we are now just boys--have been subjugated and exist solely for the pleasure and comfort of our Superiors. The lucky ones like me have been claimed, and are the exclusive property of a demanding Goddess. The unlucky ones, well... they toil endlessly in the fields, or the roads, or the rock quarry, or wherever else work needs to be done... they work 18 hours a day and subsist on a meager amount of food and water... There are public whippings, or worse, for any perceived slacking... and it is not uncommon to see an unclaimed boy locked in a stockade in the hot sun for countless hours at a time for the slightest transgression... The only hope for these boys is to catch a Superior's eye and to be claimed. But until then they sweat, and work in the hot sun, day after day, week after week, month after month...
i was a general in the old order, i signed the document of surrender... i gave up my freedom when i signed... but that was a long time ago...
We were stripped and shackled and hung in a long row by our wrists. We were gagged, and metal chastity cages were locked on our genitals. Some struggled but they were made examples of; we were forced to watch their slow and torturous deaths. The High Priestess walked down the line, doling out boys to other Superiors... we all desperately wanted to be claimed because we knew the alternative... i was not chosen at first and a deep despair set in... but then the High Priestess came back. She pointed at me and said, "I'll take this one for myself."
It was difficult at first, i was not used to following orders. i was beaten when my efforts fell short. i was beaten for Her amusement. She loved the cane the most and the angry purple welts it left, marking me as Her property. She would remove my cage and whip my cock, although, truth be told, it was now Her cock as i had no access to it, and it was no longer used for sex. She got great pleasure from my screams of agony, but i later realized She was sexually stimulated too.
i learned my place and acceptance set in. i became good at my chores and learned to anticipate Her needs. my focus changed, i was liberated... my only concern was how to better please my Mistress.
Time passed and my Mistress got a little softer with me... or maybe i got better at anticipating Her needs... She would have me kneel between her legs and give Her sexual pleasure with my tongue. Very rarely She would unlock me and let me penetrate Her. But She was always in charge, and it was always for Her pleasure, not mine. Infrequently, She let me ejaculate; She said it was necessary for my sexual health, so i could continue pleasing Her.
i was falling in love. i no longer obeyed out of fear, but out of adoration, out of love. i desperately wanted to please my Mistress. Her pleasure was all that mattered to me. Gradually She let her guard down, and started to show feelings for me as well. i could tell She was proud as she led me down the main street on her leash while i crawled behind.
i am happy in this world, i am content. It feels natural to me and i am at peace.
my alarm goes off and i am startled out of a sound sleep, a Coldplay song is playing, Viva la Vida... i shower, get ready for work; the stress already seeping into my consciousness... the Coldplay words stay with me all day, they come in snip-its... somehow the words have a calming effect...
The End
Viva La Vida by Coldplay:
http://www.vh1.com/video/coldplay/264962/viva-la-vida.jhtml#artist=1111141
http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/coldplay/viva_la_vida.html
The Blue Suede Flogger
First punishment
The blue suede flogger
" You know that you owe me something " she said in a suddenly undertone voice. She had almost whispered in his ear.
These few words, as she kissed his shoulder, aroused him and a wave crossed his body, from the chest down to the belly.
These last two weeks, he had accrued small disobediences, sometimes out of pure oversight, often out of provocation.
All that deserved punishment, they had easily agreed there.
Obeying, disobeying, being punished, thanking for the punishment, kissing the hand which had just flailed him, snuggling then at his Mistress’ feet and enjoying this moment of intense closeness. Then start it again: obeying, disobeying...
He was naked. His wrists tied up with a thin rope had found refuge in her hand.
She hadn't left this Ariadne's thread for a single moment, holding it as a leash since the beginning of the evening.
He loved to feel so dependent, attached to her as a kite to the ground : free as far as she allowed him, free in his mind, sure that she was watching over him, free to fly away in the clouds of his submission.
"You know that you owe me something ". He sighed more than he answered " oh not, not now ". A slap on his hipe called him to order.
"Yes…". Some pain as sharp as brief drew out a surprised gasp. His right nipple had just been strongly pinched and twisted. "yes Mistress" did he reply obediently
As she was blindfolding him, she firmed up what the punishment would be: she had decided to use a flogger and to take the opportunity to investigate all the parts of his body, thanks to the relative sweetness of the whip. Of course, his buttocks will be flailed, but also his belly, thighs, chest, back, shoulders...
Her voice was comforting. Her words were worrying. The beats of his heart went a little more intensive, his breathe quickened.
And if that hurts too much? And If she goes too far? And if it was too strong? And if he liked it?
he was swinging back and forth between fear and desire. The fear of the pain, the fear of failing, the fear of not being worthy, the desire to show her how submissive he was, the urge to bear the punishment for her, the urge to be under her influence, the urge to let feelings and sensations go, the urge to slowly sink into the subspace, that subtle blending of pleasure and pain.
Her duty was to keep to that borderline, neither swing on a side nor on the other, keeping up with the limit to investigate the boundaries of pleasure, slightly brushing the danger but never walking into it.
Her hand stroke his flank softly, went down on the thigh, then back up inside, brushing his sex with the tip of the nails. " hushhhh. Do not move " .
No audible word was able to go out of his mouth, hardly an approval between sigh and shout. His confusion increased from second to second, the wait seemed endless.
She took all her time on purpose. Let the doubt invade him the fear clatter with the desire. she could almost feel the acceleration of his pulse. She stepped back and took the flogger in her right hand.
When he felt her approaching again, he knew that the moment had come. Already... Finally...
At the very moment the soft blue strips slipped on his chest, he had a useless twitch, it was a slow caress..
A little break, some respite. The flogger left the skin to whip the air and gently fell between his thighs. Another gently stroke, like a wisp of obcene snakes.
Still waiting for a moment. Slightly, the tip of the strips pecked at his breast, barely touching, but accelerating the speed gradually from right to left in a constant coming and going.
Every move was punctuaded by a small sigh. From time to time, the hand replaced the leather for a furtive caress and the sigh became sexier.
As he was getting used to the tingling and thinking that it was not so terrible, the movement changed suddenly, and so did the sound. The lashes wrapped his torso and he stifled a shriek. « Hushhhh " whispered the mouth to his ear while the soft hand replaced the instrument on the heated skin..
"You deserved this punishment .. you disobeyed your Mistress, didn’t you ? ". He didn’t really reply but just groaned. At the same time, she pulled hard on the nipple, crushing it between her fingers.
"Yes, Mistress ..". "That's better," she said, kissing him softly. She got up again and slipped the blue bunch on the belly, the thighs. A little hit on his hip meant she wanted him to turn over.
He obeyed immediately, silently, kneeling, his head between his arms to better afford the punishment.
He apprehended what would happen next, but disobeying Her at this right moment was impossible, unthinkable. The flat lashes hit his buttocks, immediately followed by another yank .... His body stiffened and his mind flew away ...
The whip seemed to swirl like the wings of a windmill and the lashes ended their race spanning indecently on his ass, his hips, his back. Each hit ended in a gentle glide, sparking off the desire : he was craving for the next stroke.
Gradually, as the heat grew, he arched his back a little more to be increasingly available to the gentle bite of the blue suede flogger...
Feeling he was more and more aroused, she decided to change : it was a punishment aftewards. .... She passed her hand over his reddened buttocks, slowly went down, taking his balls in her hand and felt the hard cock.
The hand rose up to beat down in a severely dry slap sound. He barked whirling his lower body. "Do not move and opens up!" She said grimly. " don’t move, otherwise ...". "Yes, Mistress, punish me ..." he said bravely arching his back.
At this very right moment, he needed to feel her power over him, asserting her domination through this punishment, just an excuse for remembering him of his submissive status.
The words turned his mind "Mistress ..... obey ... suffer punishment .... accept ...... thank you ...... Education ...... control ... . "
Words that aroused his senses, sharpened his mind and made him totally receptive to the moment.. The hand seizes the swollen dick on tightly.. He let a groan come out.... Instinctively, he knew ...
She leaned toward him.. ». Her warm voice became duller
"you cum without my permission, you will be punished by where you disobeyed, my teddy sub. You're going to count up to 15, slowly ».
And so saying she took a sharp blow on the hard magical organ, compressing it heavily. His pelvis tried to follow the move, but she increased her grab and firmly grasped his balls in the other hand..
Panting, his head buried between the sheets, he began to count, not too fast not to create another punishment..
The hands outstretched towards the bed head and the shoulders seemed to look for a loophole when the bum remained largely arched and his sex offered despite the pain.. He wanted to be punished.. He needed it..
At fifteen, she released the hold.. She drew the hand of his face, he kissed the palm, muttering "thank you Mistress.". She made it again twice.
Then the hand fell flat on his back, fondling his buttocks, the inner thighs and the molested privates, giving him some rest. But it was not over ...
The hand rose up and slammed the back of a thigh, then the other, sometimes she gave a series of short and repeated hits on the plump balls.
The groans grew louder, his breath quickened, he could not anticipate the next move too fast or too unpredictable and felt over a barrel. From time to time, her hand gently slid over him like a slight breeze, smoothing the sensation of burning, to start again soon.
She took the flogger back. It dwelled on the buttocks, running back to the shoulders. Kneeling, he arched to better afford the biting caress.
Sometimes a stronger hit made him wriggle and he was writhing from left to right, looking for some respite, waddling like a duck. She stopped briefly to let him resume the proper position, showing his obedience.
The forehead now resting on his hands tied, he did not know whether he wanted the ballet continues or stops. Whenever the strips reached his skin, he felt thousands of bubbles bursting in his deep inside.
The more the burning grew, the more he belonged to her, the more he loved her.. Thus, she held him in the palm of her hand. There was his place, proud of his submission and his belonging, punished in this way for the first time.
She put down the instrument when the skin was quite warm, nicely rosy on the back, more glowing below the waist. Out of breathe, shaking up his body, he was in NoWhereLand.
Her hands rested gently on his hips, brushing his rump and back slowly up to the nape. He turned his head to the right then the left, kissing the palm of each hand, whispering "thank you Mistress."
Then she untied him and toppled to the side, dragging him with her. "Come here my sweet.".
He laid his head on her breast ; she stroked his hair gently, giving him butterfly kisses on his forehead, his eyes, his cheeks.
Nestled against her warm body, reassured by this animal heat, soothed by gentle words and soft caresses, he gradually resumed.. He often took one of her hands to kiss it, quietly, lovingly.. Slowly, he pecked her shoulder and breasts. Longly he remained thus, getting nurtured with her body.
"Now I am ready, Mistress," he whispered
"Are you sure?"
-"Yes, ready to wear a sign of my belonging"
They exchanged a knowing glance and a loving deep kiss, worthing all the promises of the world. They made love slowly, like two reassured lovers.
The blue suede flogger
" You know that you owe me something " she said in a suddenly undertone voice. She had almost whispered in his ear.
These few words, as she kissed his shoulder, aroused him and a wave crossed his body, from the chest down to the belly.
These last two weeks, he had accrued small disobediences, sometimes out of pure oversight, often out of provocation.
All that deserved punishment, they had easily agreed there.
Obeying, disobeying, being punished, thanking for the punishment, kissing the hand which had just flailed him, snuggling then at his Mistress’ feet and enjoying this moment of intense closeness. Then start it again: obeying, disobeying...
He was naked. His wrists tied up with a thin rope had found refuge in her hand.
She hadn't left this Ariadne's thread for a single moment, holding it as a leash since the beginning of the evening.
He loved to feel so dependent, attached to her as a kite to the ground : free as far as she allowed him, free in his mind, sure that she was watching over him, free to fly away in the clouds of his submission.
"You know that you owe me something ". He sighed more than he answered " oh not, not now ". A slap on his hipe called him to order.
"Yes…". Some pain as sharp as brief drew out a surprised gasp. His right nipple had just been strongly pinched and twisted. "yes Mistress" did he reply obediently
As she was blindfolding him, she firmed up what the punishment would be: she had decided to use a flogger and to take the opportunity to investigate all the parts of his body, thanks to the relative sweetness of the whip. Of course, his buttocks will be flailed, but also his belly, thighs, chest, back, shoulders...
Her voice was comforting. Her words were worrying. The beats of his heart went a little more intensive, his breathe quickened.
And if that hurts too much? And If she goes too far? And if it was too strong? And if he liked it?
he was swinging back and forth between fear and desire. The fear of the pain, the fear of failing, the fear of not being worthy, the desire to show her how submissive he was, the urge to bear the punishment for her, the urge to be under her influence, the urge to let feelings and sensations go, the urge to slowly sink into the subspace, that subtle blending of pleasure and pain.
Her duty was to keep to that borderline, neither swing on a side nor on the other, keeping up with the limit to investigate the boundaries of pleasure, slightly brushing the danger but never walking into it.
Her hand stroke his flank softly, went down on the thigh, then back up inside, brushing his sex with the tip of the nails. " hushhhh. Do not move " .
No audible word was able to go out of his mouth, hardly an approval between sigh and shout. His confusion increased from second to second, the wait seemed endless.
She took all her time on purpose. Let the doubt invade him the fear clatter with the desire. she could almost feel the acceleration of his pulse. She stepped back and took the flogger in her right hand.
When he felt her approaching again, he knew that the moment had come. Already... Finally...
At the very moment the soft blue strips slipped on his chest, he had a useless twitch, it was a slow caress..
A little break, some respite. The flogger left the skin to whip the air and gently fell between his thighs. Another gently stroke, like a wisp of obcene snakes.
Still waiting for a moment. Slightly, the tip of the strips pecked at his breast, barely touching, but accelerating the speed gradually from right to left in a constant coming and going.
Every move was punctuaded by a small sigh. From time to time, the hand replaced the leather for a furtive caress and the sigh became sexier.
As he was getting used to the tingling and thinking that it was not so terrible, the movement changed suddenly, and so did the sound. The lashes wrapped his torso and he stifled a shriek. « Hushhhh " whispered the mouth to his ear while the soft hand replaced the instrument on the heated skin..
"You deserved this punishment .. you disobeyed your Mistress, didn’t you ? ". He didn’t really reply but just groaned. At the same time, she pulled hard on the nipple, crushing it between her fingers.
"Yes, Mistress ..". "That's better," she said, kissing him softly. She got up again and slipped the blue bunch on the belly, the thighs. A little hit on his hip meant she wanted him to turn over.
He obeyed immediately, silently, kneeling, his head between his arms to better afford the punishment.
He apprehended what would happen next, but disobeying Her at this right moment was impossible, unthinkable. The flat lashes hit his buttocks, immediately followed by another yank .... His body stiffened and his mind flew away ...
The whip seemed to swirl like the wings of a windmill and the lashes ended their race spanning indecently on his ass, his hips, his back. Each hit ended in a gentle glide, sparking off the desire : he was craving for the next stroke.
Gradually, as the heat grew, he arched his back a little more to be increasingly available to the gentle bite of the blue suede flogger...
Feeling he was more and more aroused, she decided to change : it was a punishment aftewards. .... She passed her hand over his reddened buttocks, slowly went down, taking his balls in her hand and felt the hard cock.
The hand rose up to beat down in a severely dry slap sound. He barked whirling his lower body. "Do not move and opens up!" She said grimly. " don’t move, otherwise ...". "Yes, Mistress, punish me ..." he said bravely arching his back.
At this very right moment, he needed to feel her power over him, asserting her domination through this punishment, just an excuse for remembering him of his submissive status.
The words turned his mind "Mistress ..... obey ... suffer punishment .... accept ...... thank you ...... Education ...... control ... . "
Words that aroused his senses, sharpened his mind and made him totally receptive to the moment.. The hand seizes the swollen dick on tightly.. He let a groan come out.... Instinctively, he knew ...
She leaned toward him.. ». Her warm voice became duller
"you cum without my permission, you will be punished by where you disobeyed, my teddy sub. You're going to count up to 15, slowly ».
And so saying she took a sharp blow on the hard magical organ, compressing it heavily. His pelvis tried to follow the move, but she increased her grab and firmly grasped his balls in the other hand..
Panting, his head buried between the sheets, he began to count, not too fast not to create another punishment..
The hands outstretched towards the bed head and the shoulders seemed to look for a loophole when the bum remained largely arched and his sex offered despite the pain.. He wanted to be punished.. He needed it..
At fifteen, she released the hold.. She drew the hand of his face, he kissed the palm, muttering "thank you Mistress.". She made it again twice.
Then the hand fell flat on his back, fondling his buttocks, the inner thighs and the molested privates, giving him some rest. But it was not over ...
The hand rose up and slammed the back of a thigh, then the other, sometimes she gave a series of short and repeated hits on the plump balls.
The groans grew louder, his breath quickened, he could not anticipate the next move too fast or too unpredictable and felt over a barrel. From time to time, her hand gently slid over him like a slight breeze, smoothing the sensation of burning, to start again soon.
She took the flogger back. It dwelled on the buttocks, running back to the shoulders. Kneeling, he arched to better afford the biting caress.
Sometimes a stronger hit made him wriggle and he was writhing from left to right, looking for some respite, waddling like a duck. She stopped briefly to let him resume the proper position, showing his obedience.
The forehead now resting on his hands tied, he did not know whether he wanted the ballet continues or stops. Whenever the strips reached his skin, he felt thousands of bubbles bursting in his deep inside.
The more the burning grew, the more he belonged to her, the more he loved her.. Thus, she held him in the palm of her hand. There was his place, proud of his submission and his belonging, punished in this way for the first time.
She put down the instrument when the skin was quite warm, nicely rosy on the back, more glowing below the waist. Out of breathe, shaking up his body, he was in NoWhereLand.
Her hands rested gently on his hips, brushing his rump and back slowly up to the nape. He turned his head to the right then the left, kissing the palm of each hand, whispering "thank you Mistress."
Then she untied him and toppled to the side, dragging him with her. "Come here my sweet.".
He laid his head on her breast ; she stroked his hair gently, giving him butterfly kisses on his forehead, his eyes, his cheeks.
Nestled against her warm body, reassured by this animal heat, soothed by gentle words and soft caresses, he gradually resumed.. He often took one of her hands to kiss it, quietly, lovingly.. Slowly, he pecked her shoulder and breasts. Longly he remained thus, getting nurtured with her body.
"Now I am ready, Mistress," he whispered
"Are you sure?"
-"Yes, ready to wear a sign of my belonging"
They exchanged a knowing glance and a loving deep kiss, worthing all the promises of the world. They made love slowly, like two reassured lovers.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Confession - Violet
I love the dance that you do when the sting of my whip meets your tender flesh... the way your body arches, the way the muscles in your legs tighten as you lift up on your toes and throw back your head and moan.. whimper.. scream. The sounds you make travel on the air and wrap around me like a warm, erotic blanket. They make my cunt tingle and they make me want to hurt you even more.
Again and again, I bring the whip down. The movement is as natural and as familiar to me as waving my hand, and this allows me to focus only on you.. on those pretty red lines that my whip leaves upon your skin.. on the erotic sound of leather striking flesh... on your reactions.. your dance.. and I lose myself in you completely until at last I see you begin to slouch against the cross and the bonds that hold you to it, and I know you are ready to move on.
So carefully, I unhook the cuffs that bind you to the free standing cross. You are a strong man, but I know you will need my hands to steady you and to guide you to your knees. I watch as you lean down and brush your lips to the toe of my boot, and I can't help but smile. It is at moments like these when I feel like I could just eat you alive.
A few minutes later finds me standing beside the bondage table, your arms and legs spread wide upon its surface, bound and secure. I do not blindfold you this time.. it's not so much that I want you to see what I am doing as it is that I want to see you.. to be able to look into your eyes as I penetrate you in this most unique and erotic fashion.
The instruments that I will need are already prepared and waiting for me on a nearby table. My one regret is the latex gloves that I slide over my hands. But they are for your protection and mine, and so I wear them... though what I really want is to feel your skin under my fingertips.. flesh to flesh. I cover your face briefly with a towel as I spray cool, sterile alcohol on your hot skin. Even this slight sensation makes you gasp and writhe.. another little dance for my viewing pleasure. I cleanse the canvas that is your skin thoroughly.. your chest, your inner thighs, even your balls, and your cock which swells at my attention.
"Are you ready, slave boy?" I ask, looking into your eyes. I can tell from your expression and your demeanor that you are already in that warm cozy space and eager to move forward, but I ask anyway. I do so love to hear your submission to me spilling from your lips.
"Yes, please, Mistress." You whisper your reply, your body arching as you speak, as if in offering.
I glide my latex covered hand over your strong chest and I swear I can feel your heart beating beneath my fingertips as I select the space where the next part of our dance will begin. And, with the first of many sterile needles in hand, I pinch a bit of your flesh between my fingertips. You gasp a little as the sharp tip first touches your tender flesh, and the needle slides like butter through your skin.. the tip gliding in and then back out again. One by one, I push the needles into place... piercing you.. penetrating you in a way that I know no other has penetrated you before me... leaving each needle stitched into your virgin skin as I move forward. And at this moment, we are no longer just Mistress and slave.... at this moment, I am an Artist, and you, my living, breathing canvas... a work of art in the making.
How can I express how beautiful you are to me as I look into your eyes again? Your eyes that are half-glazed from the erotic mix of endorphins and arousal. Your breath is quickened, and so is mine, and I find that I can no longer stop myself. Leaving my needlework.. my artwork.. in place on your rising, falling chest, I straddle your face there on the table.. my cunt is bare beneath the tight, latex mini that I am wearing, and I press it to your hungry lips.
You respond instantly, your lips and tongue suckling, licking, tasting my arousal. And as I ride the pleasure that your mouth brings, I reach downward... my fingertips grasping the base of that first needle and pulling it from your skin. You moan against my cunt as you feel the sting of it, feeding my pleasure. I drop the needle into the sharps container and then reach for another.. and another. Some I pull out quickly, letting you feel the quick, hot burn of the needle leaving your flesh. Others, I remove much more wickledly, tipping the needle so that it's tip grazes the underside of your flesh as I slowly remove them, leaving tiny crimson droplets in their wake. You reward my efforts with your moans and whimpers that vibrate against my cunt and deepen my own arousal.
With the last of the needles gone, I run my latex covered hands over your chest. My fingertips painting your flesh with your own crimson essence as I ride your lips. We have danced this dance before, you and I, and your tongue knows exactly how please me and soon I am gushing over.. feeding you my essence until I am spent.
I slide down from the table and gently lick your lips, tasting myself on your trembling mouth before carefully cleansing your skin once again.. washing away all traces of our play except for the tiny marks that dot your chest that I know will be gone all together in a matter of days.
Your cock is still throbbing and hard as you slide from the table and onto your knees, burying your face in my lap as I sit down in my favorite chair. But there will be no release for you tonight.. instead, I stroke your hair with my fingertips and tell you how much you have pleased me... how strong you are and how beautiful your submission is to me.
Tonight, you will sleep at the foot of my bed.. and tomorrow we will begin anew.
To be continued.
Again and again, I bring the whip down. The movement is as natural and as familiar to me as waving my hand, and this allows me to focus only on you.. on those pretty red lines that my whip leaves upon your skin.. on the erotic sound of leather striking flesh... on your reactions.. your dance.. and I lose myself in you completely until at last I see you begin to slouch against the cross and the bonds that hold you to it, and I know you are ready to move on.
So carefully, I unhook the cuffs that bind you to the free standing cross. You are a strong man, but I know you will need my hands to steady you and to guide you to your knees. I watch as you lean down and brush your lips to the toe of my boot, and I can't help but smile. It is at moments like these when I feel like I could just eat you alive.
A few minutes later finds me standing beside the bondage table, your arms and legs spread wide upon its surface, bound and secure. I do not blindfold you this time.. it's not so much that I want you to see what I am doing as it is that I want to see you.. to be able to look into your eyes as I penetrate you in this most unique and erotic fashion.
The instruments that I will need are already prepared and waiting for me on a nearby table. My one regret is the latex gloves that I slide over my hands. But they are for your protection and mine, and so I wear them... though what I really want is to feel your skin under my fingertips.. flesh to flesh. I cover your face briefly with a towel as I spray cool, sterile alcohol on your hot skin. Even this slight sensation makes you gasp and writhe.. another little dance for my viewing pleasure. I cleanse the canvas that is your skin thoroughly.. your chest, your inner thighs, even your balls, and your cock which swells at my attention.
"Are you ready, slave boy?" I ask, looking into your eyes. I can tell from your expression and your demeanor that you are already in that warm cozy space and eager to move forward, but I ask anyway. I do so love to hear your submission to me spilling from your lips.
"Yes, please, Mistress." You whisper your reply, your body arching as you speak, as if in offering.
I glide my latex covered hand over your strong chest and I swear I can feel your heart beating beneath my fingertips as I select the space where the next part of our dance will begin. And, with the first of many sterile needles in hand, I pinch a bit of your flesh between my fingertips. You gasp a little as the sharp tip first touches your tender flesh, and the needle slides like butter through your skin.. the tip gliding in and then back out again. One by one, I push the needles into place... piercing you.. penetrating you in a way that I know no other has penetrated you before me... leaving each needle stitched into your virgin skin as I move forward. And at this moment, we are no longer just Mistress and slave.... at this moment, I am an Artist, and you, my living, breathing canvas... a work of art in the making.
How can I express how beautiful you are to me as I look into your eyes again? Your eyes that are half-glazed from the erotic mix of endorphins and arousal. Your breath is quickened, and so is mine, and I find that I can no longer stop myself. Leaving my needlework.. my artwork.. in place on your rising, falling chest, I straddle your face there on the table.. my cunt is bare beneath the tight, latex mini that I am wearing, and I press it to your hungry lips.
You respond instantly, your lips and tongue suckling, licking, tasting my arousal. And as I ride the pleasure that your mouth brings, I reach downward... my fingertips grasping the base of that first needle and pulling it from your skin. You moan against my cunt as you feel the sting of it, feeding my pleasure. I drop the needle into the sharps container and then reach for another.. and another. Some I pull out quickly, letting you feel the quick, hot burn of the needle leaving your flesh. Others, I remove much more wickledly, tipping the needle so that it's tip grazes the underside of your flesh as I slowly remove them, leaving tiny crimson droplets in their wake. You reward my efforts with your moans and whimpers that vibrate against my cunt and deepen my own arousal.
With the last of the needles gone, I run my latex covered hands over your chest. My fingertips painting your flesh with your own crimson essence as I ride your lips. We have danced this dance before, you and I, and your tongue knows exactly how please me and soon I am gushing over.. feeding you my essence until I am spent.
I slide down from the table and gently lick your lips, tasting myself on your trembling mouth before carefully cleansing your skin once again.. washing away all traces of our play except for the tiny marks that dot your chest that I know will be gone all together in a matter of days.
Your cock is still throbbing and hard as you slide from the table and onto your knees, burying your face in my lap as I sit down in my favorite chair. But there will be no release for you tonight.. instead, I stroke your hair with my fingertips and tell you how much you have pleased me... how strong you are and how beautiful your submission is to me.
Tonight, you will sleep at the foot of my bed.. and tomorrow we will begin anew.
To be continued.
Subliminal story - Duncan
SUBliminal Exposure
By Duncan Kassner
She had just moved into the house next door. Had gotten a deal on a 'Fixer Upper " at real estate auction. He just smirked at the thought of this very attractive woman dressed in a loose Denin long sleeved top with the luxuriant hair tucked under her ball cap fixing up the neighbors house that was left in foreclosure and disrepair for so long. Still , he thought, she had an Aura about her as her fingers had touched his when he dropped off the huge stack of mail and packages left at his house.
"Would you like to try out my new 3D Flat screen TV and these new special glasses?" She replied coyly to him as he spotted a new entertainment room in the old house. Strange that she would fix up this room first, he thought to himself.
He could not help to notice the full breasts and enticing cleavage of her as she bent down with deliberation to hand him the modern looking 3D glasses.
She brushed his shoulder with her strawberry smelling hair, leaned over and whispered in his ear..................
It was almost a week that went by and he could not get the image out of his head of her. He was having daydreams of her in her Daisy Duke cutoffs and gauzy blouse top, wet with perspiration and the nipples showing though erotically as she painted the house. He could see clearly in his mind, the tiny waist and the generous sweep of her hour glass hips, all cascading to a tanned set of athletic feminine legs.
Suddenly broken out of his reverie, he was startled to hear her words, "Care for cup of coffee?"
He was abruptly brought out his foggy distraction to realize that he had unknowingly taken off his shirt and was bare chest, crested only by a sheen of sweat from working in the yard. He scratched idly at his light covering of dark hairs on his arm wondering why he had removed his tank top.
"Cream or sugar?" she piped in suddenly. " You look like you need some cream".
As she turned her back to him, he could not but notice the tight curve of her ass and the trail of exotic perfume trailing her path like a vaporous cloud following her presence. Notwithstanding, the curve of her calf in her high heeled leather boots. He pretended not to look at her reach upwards to the cabinet and expose those full sexy breasts with aroused nipples showing once again through her silky white top.
Bringing the coffee back to him, he noticed the slinky manner and exaggerated sexy mannerisms she portrayed to him with intense calculation. He almost didn't catch the strange innuendo when she said "All my boys love my special blend of coffee." "Please , enjoy yourself and try out this new video I have ordered." as she handed him the 3D glasses once again.
He jerked awake suddenly like a frightened rabbit startled by a circling hawk. And tried to deflect her attention as he embarrassingly realized that his zipper in his jeans was open and he was sprouting a very uncomfortable throbbing erection. He looked to the door to leave but only watched helplessly
As he glanced back at her as she said..................
It was only a day now and his daily morning erection was not subsiding during the hot shower as it usually does. He wondered if he had gotten his Viagra mixed up with his vitamins somehow? His conscious thoughts seemed to be centered on his incredible sexy neighbor all of a sudden.
He normally did not go home for lunch but wanted to pick up some papers for an important meeting, He noticed her car in the driveway of her home upon pulling into the garage. It was only moments that his phone went off with his mysterious sexy neighbor called him over to help her with a plumbing leak. He could only smile of the thought of seeing her again.
And see her he did! She was dressed almost exclusively in the barest Bikini demonstrating her full breasts spilling out of the much too small top, the bikini bottom was so tight that he could see wisps of her pussy hair exposed as the scrunched fabric rode her slit like a rolling buoy on the ocean.
"Please come in" she replied in a strangely commanding way. " There seems to be some wetness in the house today" . He continued to stand there with a goofy look on his face as she playfully pushed him to the kitchen sink and pointed to the small puddle of water emanating from the lower cabinet.
"What you need is some of my new coffee" He could only whimper a grunt of agreement as he laid on his back on the floor with his head tucked under the plumbing pipes.
She moved with the precision of a tigress as she squatted down to leave the coffee on the floor for him. He could not help but to see her move her manicured fingers to her thong and rub. Caressing her mons in a very suggestive manner. Suddenly using her forefinger to enter her pussy, coat the finger and put it into the lukewarm cup of coffee and say "a little nectar to enhance my special blend".
He was again helplessly trapped in the small confines of the cabinet with a tool in his hand. He could only hear the sound of his zipper being pulled open and firm feminine hands reach in and grab his turgent cock head. Almost pretending not to notice as she pulled the erection out and methodically stroked his stiffening penis. Lost in the feelings, he surrendered to the passion and let her milk his shaft to the point of explosion. She and he laughed as he bumped his head on the underside of the sink as he orgasmed.
"You must relax now" she said in a husky voice, "Let me clean you up, such a good boy! Sit down and enjoy the coffee!" He heard the words as he laid back into the plush couch and felt her soothing fingers clean up his cum stained jeans. He never even felt her hands as they put a set of glasses over his eyes. "That's it Honey, just relax!"
Cloudy memories swirled in his head
As she once again whispered into his ear.............
The days flashed past and he found that he was spending more and more time at his neighbors house. Using any excuse to come over would result in him becoming hugely hard when she just looked at him and smiled her cruel smile
He was past the point of caring that he was on his knees at her bedside with her luscious legs spread wide. "That's it my boy, you are doing a wonderful job of finding the spot" she murmured in encouragement.
He was finding himself on his knees more and more it seemed.
She gripped his head, pulling on his hair to bury his tongue deep into her pussy. He could only inhale her scent and moaned at the inner rapture of her wet passion. With a groan, he doubled his efforts to please her and reached up to slightly pinch her nipples as the tongue unmercifully licked on her swollen clit.
As he felt the first spasm of her orgasm, he used his finger to probe deep into her pussy with finger fucking motions as his wet tongue sucked on the sensitive clit. She felt the pressure increase and the pulsing feeling of her hot release all over his face.
"Lick me clean" she forcefully stated. "
"Say what you are thinking now!' he could her say.
He lowered his eyes uncharacteristically to the floor and sighed. "That was so wonderful to please you Miss, he knew he could do it forever."
His words rang in his head. He had just crossed a line he would have considered impossible weeks ago.
"You need something to trust me from this point on" she replied and he heard or rather felt the click of a lock of the collar surround his neck.
He traced the edge of the triple banded leather collar with the little lock and felt the inner battle of surrender to her, giving way to submission of his love and devotion to her.
She reached into her closet and pulled out a strange looking outfit.
"Strip completely!" she commanded . "Put this on!"
He quickly took off his shirt and jeans and put on the leather strap outfit with metal rings and connections. He saw himself in the mirror and gasped that it was a slave outfit that outlined his firm masculine muscles but still portrayed her ownership of him with the multiple leash points.
" I have one last thing!" she said.
He watched in fascination as she slipped a lockable cock ring on his scrotum and shaft.
"You are mine now, tell me what you think?"
"Has it been worth it? it was not easy but you were being trained without your knowledge all this time."
The coffee was a special mental relaxer drug designed to lower your defenses and make you more compliant to my wishes. The 3D TV was nothing more than a sophisticated set of programmed images and subliminal training to make you the man slut that you are at this moment.
The hardest part was convincing you that you did not know what was happening. you were instructed to not realize that you were being seduced and subjected to my special training.
You are now my puppet, my slut, my whore to do with as I please.
You will not be allowed to remember how and why I did this to you. You will from now on only want to serve me and the sisterhood. You will have increasing desires which you will not understand, but only with my command will you be able to release your inner needs. You are formally at this moment , my personal Fuck toy!. How does that make you feel now ?
He whimpered and replied, "Yes Mistress, He agreed and knew he could not wait to serve"
She laughed with perfect accomplishment at the delightful tinkling sound resonating in the room as she attached a small bell to the cock ring to remind him forever of his place to his new world order.
By Duncan Kassner
She had just moved into the house next door. Had gotten a deal on a 'Fixer Upper " at real estate auction. He just smirked at the thought of this very attractive woman dressed in a loose Denin long sleeved top with the luxuriant hair tucked under her ball cap fixing up the neighbors house that was left in foreclosure and disrepair for so long. Still , he thought, she had an Aura about her as her fingers had touched his when he dropped off the huge stack of mail and packages left at his house.
"Would you like to try out my new 3D Flat screen TV and these new special glasses?" She replied coyly to him as he spotted a new entertainment room in the old house. Strange that she would fix up this room first, he thought to himself.
He could not help to notice the full breasts and enticing cleavage of her as she bent down with deliberation to hand him the modern looking 3D glasses.
She brushed his shoulder with her strawberry smelling hair, leaned over and whispered in his ear..................
It was almost a week that went by and he could not get the image out of his head of her. He was having daydreams of her in her Daisy Duke cutoffs and gauzy blouse top, wet with perspiration and the nipples showing though erotically as she painted the house. He could see clearly in his mind, the tiny waist and the generous sweep of her hour glass hips, all cascading to a tanned set of athletic feminine legs.
Suddenly broken out of his reverie, he was startled to hear her words, "Care for cup of coffee?"
He was abruptly brought out his foggy distraction to realize that he had unknowingly taken off his shirt and was bare chest, crested only by a sheen of sweat from working in the yard. He scratched idly at his light covering of dark hairs on his arm wondering why he had removed his tank top.
"Cream or sugar?" she piped in suddenly. " You look like you need some cream".
As she turned her back to him, he could not but notice the tight curve of her ass and the trail of exotic perfume trailing her path like a vaporous cloud following her presence. Notwithstanding, the curve of her calf in her high heeled leather boots. He pretended not to look at her reach upwards to the cabinet and expose those full sexy breasts with aroused nipples showing once again through her silky white top.
Bringing the coffee back to him, he noticed the slinky manner and exaggerated sexy mannerisms she portrayed to him with intense calculation. He almost didn't catch the strange innuendo when she said "All my boys love my special blend of coffee." "Please , enjoy yourself and try out this new video I have ordered." as she handed him the 3D glasses once again.
He jerked awake suddenly like a frightened rabbit startled by a circling hawk. And tried to deflect her attention as he embarrassingly realized that his zipper in his jeans was open and he was sprouting a very uncomfortable throbbing erection. He looked to the door to leave but only watched helplessly
As he glanced back at her as she said..................
It was only a day now and his daily morning erection was not subsiding during the hot shower as it usually does. He wondered if he had gotten his Viagra mixed up with his vitamins somehow? His conscious thoughts seemed to be centered on his incredible sexy neighbor all of a sudden.
He normally did not go home for lunch but wanted to pick up some papers for an important meeting, He noticed her car in the driveway of her home upon pulling into the garage. It was only moments that his phone went off with his mysterious sexy neighbor called him over to help her with a plumbing leak. He could only smile of the thought of seeing her again.
And see her he did! She was dressed almost exclusively in the barest Bikini demonstrating her full breasts spilling out of the much too small top, the bikini bottom was so tight that he could see wisps of her pussy hair exposed as the scrunched fabric rode her slit like a rolling buoy on the ocean.
"Please come in" she replied in a strangely commanding way. " There seems to be some wetness in the house today" . He continued to stand there with a goofy look on his face as she playfully pushed him to the kitchen sink and pointed to the small puddle of water emanating from the lower cabinet.
"What you need is some of my new coffee" He could only whimper a grunt of agreement as he laid on his back on the floor with his head tucked under the plumbing pipes.
She moved with the precision of a tigress as she squatted down to leave the coffee on the floor for him. He could not help but to see her move her manicured fingers to her thong and rub. Caressing her mons in a very suggestive manner. Suddenly using her forefinger to enter her pussy, coat the finger and put it into the lukewarm cup of coffee and say "a little nectar to enhance my special blend".
He was again helplessly trapped in the small confines of the cabinet with a tool in his hand. He could only hear the sound of his zipper being pulled open and firm feminine hands reach in and grab his turgent cock head. Almost pretending not to notice as she pulled the erection out and methodically stroked his stiffening penis. Lost in the feelings, he surrendered to the passion and let her milk his shaft to the point of explosion. She and he laughed as he bumped his head on the underside of the sink as he orgasmed.
"You must relax now" she said in a husky voice, "Let me clean you up, such a good boy! Sit down and enjoy the coffee!" He heard the words as he laid back into the plush couch and felt her soothing fingers clean up his cum stained jeans. He never even felt her hands as they put a set of glasses over his eyes. "That's it Honey, just relax!"
Cloudy memories swirled in his head
As she once again whispered into his ear.............
The days flashed past and he found that he was spending more and more time at his neighbors house. Using any excuse to come over would result in him becoming hugely hard when she just looked at him and smiled her cruel smile
He was past the point of caring that he was on his knees at her bedside with her luscious legs spread wide. "That's it my boy, you are doing a wonderful job of finding the spot" she murmured in encouragement.
He was finding himself on his knees more and more it seemed.
She gripped his head, pulling on his hair to bury his tongue deep into her pussy. He could only inhale her scent and moaned at the inner rapture of her wet passion. With a groan, he doubled his efforts to please her and reached up to slightly pinch her nipples as the tongue unmercifully licked on her swollen clit.
As he felt the first spasm of her orgasm, he used his finger to probe deep into her pussy with finger fucking motions as his wet tongue sucked on the sensitive clit. She felt the pressure increase and the pulsing feeling of her hot release all over his face.
"Lick me clean" she forcefully stated. "
"Say what you are thinking now!' he could her say.
He lowered his eyes uncharacteristically to the floor and sighed. "That was so wonderful to please you Miss, he knew he could do it forever."
His words rang in his head. He had just crossed a line he would have considered impossible weeks ago.
"You need something to trust me from this point on" she replied and he heard or rather felt the click of a lock of the collar surround his neck.
He traced the edge of the triple banded leather collar with the little lock and felt the inner battle of surrender to her, giving way to submission of his love and devotion to her.
She reached into her closet and pulled out a strange looking outfit.
"Strip completely!" she commanded . "Put this on!"
He quickly took off his shirt and jeans and put on the leather strap outfit with metal rings and connections. He saw himself in the mirror and gasped that it was a slave outfit that outlined his firm masculine muscles but still portrayed her ownership of him with the multiple leash points.
" I have one last thing!" she said.
He watched in fascination as she slipped a lockable cock ring on his scrotum and shaft.
"You are mine now, tell me what you think?"
"Has it been worth it? it was not easy but you were being trained without your knowledge all this time."
The coffee was a special mental relaxer drug designed to lower your defenses and make you more compliant to my wishes. The 3D TV was nothing more than a sophisticated set of programmed images and subliminal training to make you the man slut that you are at this moment.
The hardest part was convincing you that you did not know what was happening. you were instructed to not realize that you were being seduced and subjected to my special training.
You are now my puppet, my slut, my whore to do with as I please.
You will not be allowed to remember how and why I did this to you. You will from now on only want to serve me and the sisterhood. You will have increasing desires which you will not understand, but only with my command will you be able to release your inner needs. You are formally at this moment , my personal Fuck toy!. How does that make you feel now ?
He whimpered and replied, "Yes Mistress, He agreed and knew he could not wait to serve"
She laughed with perfect accomplishment at the delightful tinkling sound resonating in the room as she attached a small bell to the cock ring to remind him forever of his place to his new world order.
More Wine - Tab
"More wine, Miss. Yes, I’m coming."
She is with him. Her pants are off and she's opened her legs and he’s kneeling between them.
I am a bundle of nerves. It’s been months since I've been where he is. She brought him here on a whim, met him at the ballroom where we were suppose to meet to dance, and just invited him over, whispered me, “I like him.” Like what am I going to do with that information. “Do you like his cock?” I write back mad. “I haven’t seen it but I bet I do…EASY boy, know your place.” ‘Yes Miss…(grrrrrr).”
We were supposed to be dancing and chatting and catching up. Or at least I hoped. I wanted to hear from her, hear her voice, dicuss philosophy, books, maybe read a poem to her, be next to her, kneel for her. But nope, here we are back at her place with another boy.
She sat him down and I’m sure whispered all kinds of things. I have no idea. There was a long silence. I wasn’t included. I was getting the wine and putting on my Sissy outfit.
My cock is exposed and loose, no doubt so she can judge my reaction. This will be hell, I can already feel myself thicken just seeing her there with him. I haven’t cum in days and I know she’s going to take him inside her, she has that look and she’s picked him out. He’s hers, though he has no idea, though he may mistakenly think she’s his.(hah). She’s pulling his face to her sex...she is flush, intent, engaged.
I want that from her. A sharp streak of jealousy tears through me mixed with an overwhelming excitement…it is as if I were about to enter her …as if my cock (now fully erect and dripping) were knocking at her gate. I cant stand it and I love it…I don’t really want to listen but she tells me to listen, it is an exquisite pain and joy crawling up and down my spine to my cock…and begging my hand to go and stroke myself, something to relieve the tension. I don’t know if I can not not cum.
I'm so nervous, I'm trembling. I have to carry this new bottle of wine. She will let him fuck her …she will be amused to see his cock grow at her request…she’ll run it between the lips of her sex, pull on it, stroke it, and tease him and threaten him if he comes and then she’ll pull it deep inside her…she’ll look at me ,,,and smile and say something like “You like this don’t you, you boy. You’ll like to see another boy’s cock inside me won’t you boy? You’ve dreamed of it haven’t you”.
her real voice intrudes, "Set the bottle of wine down. Refill our glasses and then you stand near in case I need you." I do as told and she turns to me.
“Do you think he has a nice cock? You do don’t you…perhaps I should have you taste it?” She lifts the boys head and tells him to stand.
“Kneel cucky boy in front of him, “ I quiety position mysely in front of the boy. His shaft is long and thin almost fully erect.
“Now cup his balls and take the tip and run your tongue around it boy.”
I follow my Miss’s instructions…the skin feels smooth and taut and rubbery. I’m uncomfortable. There’s no pleasure here, just obedience.
“Suck on it cucky,”
“yes, Miss, I mumble.” And take the whole head in my mouth. I am losin focus when I feel Miss’s hand grasp my testicles and twist and squeeze them hard…I groan and tuck my pelvis under moving away….I hear Miss laugh.
“That’s enough, sit over there. And watch.”
“Yes Miss.” I sit down….and gaze up at the two. My Miss becomes a tender lover. She kisses him lightly, playfully biting his lips, I see her tongue move in his mouth. She runs her fingers through his hair and then presses her hands against his chest pushing him back strattling him and reaching behind and stroking his long penis that looks fully engorged.
”This is a nice treat.” I hear her say and imagine her smiling and gazing down at him, her eyes sparkling. These are tender moments I want, I crave to have with her. She raises herself and pulls his shaft beneath her and quickly sets herself down on him taking him deeply into her sex. I hear her groan in relief and pleasure.
She turns briefly and for just a moment glances at me, looks me in the eye, as if to make sure I recognize what has happened. I do of course and I’m feeling torn in half. I am being cuckolded. I must realize I have no right to her vagina…she’ll get her pleasure from whomever she wishes. I feel crazy …I desperately need to stroke myself …to cum …to relieve this tension some how, But she turns away to him, her hands down on his chest.
She raises and lowers herself…slowly the quickly…teasing and playing with the boy …baiting him to cum then lifting off, she slaps his hand when he reaches down to touch himself … I see her lean down and whisper, she begins riding him quickly, up and down , her hips rocks his cock flashes out then in, …she is forceful but tender, she is loving nuturing and demanding, topping but lifting him …I hear her whispers growing louder she’s telling him to cum now….
”fill me, boy…cum in me NOW…right now boy I want you…cum in me…” I see him strain and press his hips up rising locking, releasing, again , and again, his wave coming, I sense, he thrusts deep and stops and holds…I know he is pumping her full of his fluid…Miss is taking it….she remains pressed against his final thriust, absorbing him, drinking up his energy, wasting him kindly. She leans down and kisses him gently on the mouth several times and caresses his cheek with her fingertips. I watch their loins. She is holding him in her…milking him still, caressing and warming his cock, sensing whether or not it’s expanding. I know she might try to bring him off again if it suits her.
Suddenly she stops and I see her lift herself, the boy’s still lengthy cock slips out quickly…a dollop of his semen hangs from one of my Miss’s lips, then falls onto his pubic hairs at the base of his cock.
She turns to me. Her face is wet with perspiration, though calm, and relaxed. She gives me a half smile filled with a not unkind indifference.
“Come over here, clean me up."
“Yes Miss.”
I lay beneath her and begin my duty. She lightly strokes my hair as I insert my tongue and lick her sex clean. And with a slight tenderness, she bends forward and whispers to me, as if to say, “all is well,”
“That’s a good boy, Now do a good a job and I might give you the pleasure of helping me cum.”
I smile quietly as I lick her juices and his sperm, knowing *my* place.
She is with him. Her pants are off and she's opened her legs and he’s kneeling between them.
I am a bundle of nerves. It’s been months since I've been where he is. She brought him here on a whim, met him at the ballroom where we were suppose to meet to dance, and just invited him over, whispered me, “I like him.” Like what am I going to do with that information. “Do you like his cock?” I write back mad. “I haven’t seen it but I bet I do…EASY boy, know your place.” ‘Yes Miss…(grrrrrr).”
We were supposed to be dancing and chatting and catching up. Or at least I hoped. I wanted to hear from her, hear her voice, dicuss philosophy, books, maybe read a poem to her, be next to her, kneel for her. But nope, here we are back at her place with another boy.
She sat him down and I’m sure whispered all kinds of things. I have no idea. There was a long silence. I wasn’t included. I was getting the wine and putting on my Sissy outfit.
My cock is exposed and loose, no doubt so she can judge my reaction. This will be hell, I can already feel myself thicken just seeing her there with him. I haven’t cum in days and I know she’s going to take him inside her, she has that look and she’s picked him out. He’s hers, though he has no idea, though he may mistakenly think she’s his.(hah). She’s pulling his face to her sex...she is flush, intent, engaged.
I want that from her. A sharp streak of jealousy tears through me mixed with an overwhelming excitement…it is as if I were about to enter her …as if my cock (now fully erect and dripping) were knocking at her gate. I cant stand it and I love it…I don’t really want to listen but she tells me to listen, it is an exquisite pain and joy crawling up and down my spine to my cock…and begging my hand to go and stroke myself, something to relieve the tension. I don’t know if I can not not cum.
I'm so nervous, I'm trembling. I have to carry this new bottle of wine. She will let him fuck her …she will be amused to see his cock grow at her request…she’ll run it between the lips of her sex, pull on it, stroke it, and tease him and threaten him if he comes and then she’ll pull it deep inside her…she’ll look at me ,,,and smile and say something like “You like this don’t you, you boy. You’ll like to see another boy’s cock inside me won’t you boy? You’ve dreamed of it haven’t you”.
her real voice intrudes, "Set the bottle of wine down. Refill our glasses and then you stand near in case I need you." I do as told and she turns to me.
“Do you think he has a nice cock? You do don’t you…perhaps I should have you taste it?” She lifts the boys head and tells him to stand.
“Kneel cucky boy in front of him, “ I quiety position mysely in front of the boy. His shaft is long and thin almost fully erect.
“Now cup his balls and take the tip and run your tongue around it boy.”
I follow my Miss’s instructions…the skin feels smooth and taut and rubbery. I’m uncomfortable. There’s no pleasure here, just obedience.
“Suck on it cucky,”
“yes, Miss, I mumble.” And take the whole head in my mouth. I am losin focus when I feel Miss’s hand grasp my testicles and twist and squeeze them hard…I groan and tuck my pelvis under moving away….I hear Miss laugh.
“That’s enough, sit over there. And watch.”
“Yes Miss.” I sit down….and gaze up at the two. My Miss becomes a tender lover. She kisses him lightly, playfully biting his lips, I see her tongue move in his mouth. She runs her fingers through his hair and then presses her hands against his chest pushing him back strattling him and reaching behind and stroking his long penis that looks fully engorged.
”This is a nice treat.” I hear her say and imagine her smiling and gazing down at him, her eyes sparkling. These are tender moments I want, I crave to have with her. She raises herself and pulls his shaft beneath her and quickly sets herself down on him taking him deeply into her sex. I hear her groan in relief and pleasure.
She turns briefly and for just a moment glances at me, looks me in the eye, as if to make sure I recognize what has happened. I do of course and I’m feeling torn in half. I am being cuckolded. I must realize I have no right to her vagina…she’ll get her pleasure from whomever she wishes. I feel crazy …I desperately need to stroke myself …to cum …to relieve this tension some how, But she turns away to him, her hands down on his chest.
She raises and lowers herself…slowly the quickly…teasing and playing with the boy …baiting him to cum then lifting off, she slaps his hand when he reaches down to touch himself … I see her lean down and whisper, she begins riding him quickly, up and down , her hips rocks his cock flashes out then in, …she is forceful but tender, she is loving nuturing and demanding, topping but lifting him …I hear her whispers growing louder she’s telling him to cum now….
”fill me, boy…cum in me NOW…right now boy I want you…cum in me…” I see him strain and press his hips up rising locking, releasing, again , and again, his wave coming, I sense, he thrusts deep and stops and holds…I know he is pumping her full of his fluid…Miss is taking it….she remains pressed against his final thriust, absorbing him, drinking up his energy, wasting him kindly. She leans down and kisses him gently on the mouth several times and caresses his cheek with her fingertips. I watch their loins. She is holding him in her…milking him still, caressing and warming his cock, sensing whether or not it’s expanding. I know she might try to bring him off again if it suits her.
Suddenly she stops and I see her lift herself, the boy’s still lengthy cock slips out quickly…a dollop of his semen hangs from one of my Miss’s lips, then falls onto his pubic hairs at the base of his cock.
She turns to me. Her face is wet with perspiration, though calm, and relaxed. She gives me a half smile filled with a not unkind indifference.
“Come over here, clean me up."
“Yes Miss.”
I lay beneath her and begin my duty. She lightly strokes my hair as I insert my tongue and lick her sex clean. And with a slight tenderness, she bends forward and whispers to me, as if to say, “all is well,”
“That’s a good boy, Now do a good a job and I might give you the pleasure of helping me cum.”
I smile quietly as I lick her juices and his sperm, knowing *my* place.
Happy birthday - Derek
Bound, helplessly within the bindings of a harness from which a beautiful Lady Violet has placed for me. Dressed in the most appetizing outfit I have seen upon her with a mouthwatering frosting that covers succulent breasts, I could not help myself but to dream of the entwinement of my mouth and her body. The steamy visions continued as I began to take notice in the vulnerable postion I was in. A sexy ass dressed in Latex in the upright postion, practically screamed to be taken advantage of. My visions halted as I foresaw my state, mind and body quivering with anitcipation...waiting, wanting to be touched.
Lady Violet's sensual, erotic voice penetrates the heart of my mind telling me to grab the wooden spoon for it was time for my slutty ass to be spanked twenty-two mindblowing times. A few minutes pass and the required object of amusement is in hand. With my nerves jumping a mile a second I finally hear the demands of my delicious princess, "Get on voice and strip down." Having no resilience to her melting tone I complied without question. Boxers down around my ankles, a wooden spoon in one hand, my mic in the other, completely naked and aching...I was ready. "Count them off with a happy birthday to me right after" she commands. Without hesitation I performed the heart pounding ritual.
Like a jolt of lightening the spoon made a clasping sound as it reached the surface, sending wave after wave of pleasurable pain through my body. Knowing that I was being heard by more than one person sent me into a blissful state of mind. Grunt after grunt, moan after moan, it was almost too unbearable to continue, but my body just ached for more screaming at me to spank my ass harder. I could not resist as my cock began throbbing with each passing smack. Through all the pain and pleasure that I had found from this ritual, I realized that I had reached my number and had to stop. My ass now reddend and bruised I felt as pleased as my darling princess. For a guy who is neither Dominant nor submissive, it was a well deserved birthday surprise, one of which I am very thankful to my partner for.
Lady Violet's sensual, erotic voice penetrates the heart of my mind telling me to grab the wooden spoon for it was time for my slutty ass to be spanked twenty-two mindblowing times. A few minutes pass and the required object of amusement is in hand. With my nerves jumping a mile a second I finally hear the demands of my delicious princess, "Get on voice and strip down." Having no resilience to her melting tone I complied without question. Boxers down around my ankles, a wooden spoon in one hand, my mic in the other, completely naked and aching...I was ready. "Count them off with a happy birthday to me right after" she commands. Without hesitation I performed the heart pounding ritual.
Like a jolt of lightening the spoon made a clasping sound as it reached the surface, sending wave after wave of pleasurable pain through my body. Knowing that I was being heard by more than one person sent me into a blissful state of mind. Grunt after grunt, moan after moan, it was almost too unbearable to continue, but my body just ached for more screaming at me to spank my ass harder. I could not resist as my cock began throbbing with each passing smack. Through all the pain and pleasure that I had found from this ritual, I realized that I had reached my number and had to stop. My ass now reddend and bruised I felt as pleased as my darling princess. For a guy who is neither Dominant nor submissive, it was a well deserved birthday surprise, one of which I am very thankful to my partner for.
Waiting - Anon
Waiting
There I sit....waiting.
Waiting for my protector to return
For her smile of approval
Waiting .....
Waiting for her touch
Her fingernails scraping down my chest
Waiting .....
Waiting for her touch
Her lips pressed to close to mine
Waiting .....
Waiting for her caress
Her arms wrapped around my waist
Waiting .....
Waiting for the chains around my neck
Binding me to her completely
Waiting .....
Waiting for her love to engulf me
Her saying to me......MINE
So I will keep on waiting.....
There I sit....waiting.
Waiting for my protector to return
For her smile of approval
Waiting .....
Waiting for her touch
Her fingernails scraping down my chest
Waiting .....
Waiting for her touch
Her lips pressed to close to mine
Waiting .....
Waiting for her caress
Her arms wrapped around my waist
Waiting .....
Waiting for the chains around my neck
Binding me to her completely
Waiting .....
Waiting for her love to engulf me
Her saying to me......MINE
So I will keep on waiting.....
After the Meeting - Anon
The day's meetings went smoothly, hurried along by me because I was ready to be rid of these vultures once and for all. Escorting them to the door, air kisses all around,
"...yes, yes, we will do this again very soon. Lunch? Of course. Certainly, just call my secretary to set it up."
Closing and bolting the door behind them, I breathed a sigh of relief. Heading to my bedroom, I knew I needed to relax. I was tense from the club members' cackling and
silly jokes. Tense from their questions. And most of all, I needed to see my favorite boy. Needed to see him kneeling at my feet.
The boy guarding the door to my bedroom brightened as he saw me approach. "Good evening, Mistress. May I be of service to you this evening?"
"Yes, please send for my special boy. Tell him he is needed in my room."
The happy look on the boy's face disappeared as he realized he would not be the one touching my skin tonight and bringing me pleasure. He started to protest but quickly thought better of it. "Yes, Mistress... right away," he uttered as he opened the door for me.
Undressing quickly, sliding my body between the cool, silk sheets, I thought of my special boy and began to wonder, "Was I becoming too attached to him? Have I
become so use to having him under foot that I would actually miss him if he were gone? Always so eager to please, always so happy, yet so sensitive and gentle... Was he
becoming more of a joy then burden to me? It was true, his presence somehow worked to soothe me." Closing my eyes and mulling this concept over in my brain, I heard
the door to the room open and shut quietly.
"Good evening, Mistress," my boy quietly says, kneeling quickly upon entering the room. "I understand you requested me? I am here to serve you, Mistress. It is my one and only desire. How may I please you this evening?''
Smiling to myself so that the little bitch slut cannot see, I usher him over with a flick of my wrist.
"I am tense, little whore. Make me feel better," I command. Immediately he sets to work preparing the room to soothe me. He knows exactly what I required. Instinctively, he chooses the right background music, lights the scented candles, pours the wine. He was designed.... created... for service. Oh, if only all my boys were so perfect. But this little pet was a standout.
Laying on the bed, I motion for the little whore to join me. "Kneel up at my feet on the bed and play with your cock for me, pet. I want to watch you pleasure my property. Treat it gently. You do know how to work that thing, don't you, little whore! I believe you've done this before!" I laugh softly, as I watch him stroke himself, playing with the head, cupping his balls, gently squeezing. "Never take your eyes off of me, pet. Do NOT avert your gaze. Watch me watching every move you make. How do you feel, whore? Knowing I'm watching you!
Looking both embarassed but aroused, his one desire but to please me. He fondles and strokes himself for my amusement.
"That's enough, pet... you're nice and hard now. Keep it that way until I'm ready for it. Lick and kiss me, pet. Starting with my feet, work your way up my body, skipping my wet pussy for now, but kissing my lips when you get to my mouth.
I close my eyes, enjoying the sweet sensation of the whore's mouth on my skin, feeling both soft kisses and forceful, wet laps of his tongue. His enthusiasm is exciting to me. He is so eager to please. I certainly hope he doesn't disappoint me. I might have to 'permanently' send him away if he cannot fulfill his duties adequately! He pays
particularly nice attention to my toes and feet but doesn't seem to miss a square inch of my body as he works his way slowly and thoroughly up to my waiting, hot mouth. Kissing him passionately, I force my tongue into his mouth and wrap my legs around him. It has been a long time, I realize. I shouldn't let it go this long between trysts! I am a bit wild now.... like a caged panther suddenly set free. Exploring his mouth with my tongue, I lick, suck, and bite on his lips. pulling on them and nibbling.
"Now, bitch," I command, "lick my hot, wet pussy. Make me cum! Do it! Now!!!! I'm so hot..too turned on.... I need to cum.... suck me, slut! Hurry!"
The little slut does seem to know what he is doing. Laying on the bed, eyes closed, feeling the exquisite expertise of my pet's tongue, it is easy to forget all of my stresses of the day. As his fingers and tongue work their magic on me, I begin to feel the tingle of that familiar sensation beginning to work it's way through my body... ummmm..... beginning at the spot where his tongue is working and spreading out, setting my nerve endings on fire! Having never been one to stifle my screams of ecstacy, I moan and cry out, yanking the slut's hair and pushing his head harder again my thrusting hips. Ohhhhh.....so perfect!
Once the final wave of orgasmic fury has ceased, I push the whore's head away and take a moment trying to catch my breath. Greedily, I know I need more.
"On your back, slut!" I order. Quickly and without thought, he scrambles up and lays on his back before me, his enormous erection pointing straight up, engorged, throbbing. The sight of a hard cock has always excited me beyond reason and I roughly grab it and begin stroking it, enjoying the purple flush of arousal. I am amused by my little slut's reaction to my stroking. He is almost out of control with desire but flustered by not knowing exactly what I expect of him. Should he remain quiet and stoic? Should he respond with enthusiasm? I see his little mind working furiously......
"Let go, little slut....I want to hear you moan and beg for release. Your pleasure, right now, enhances my pleasure.... enjoy yourself....
Suddenly, he cries out and moans... "Oh Goddess..... ummm........oh gawd!!!!" he whimpers as I take him in my mouth, sucking and licking and nibbling. His hands automatically go to my hair, stroking, running through it, guiding my head. At this moment, we are not Domme and sub, not Mistress and slave, but lovers..... bringing each other pleasure and sheer bliss. Licking and lapping until he is just near the edge, I withdrawal to give him time to calm down.... He looks at me with adoration and lust.... and a look of almost pleading...
I know what he wants.. I want it, too. Straddling him, I slide his hot, wet cock inside me, guiding him in as deeply as he can go. He moans and arches his pelvis, trying to go in deeper. I begin the rhythm of sliding him in and out of my glistening pussy. He watches, hypnotized. I move his hands to my breasts and cover them with my own, guiding him to massage them. We are both so hot and horny now, so near the edge, I begin to pump him faster and deeper, urging him on. My orgasm is near and he thrusts harder to join me. I can tell by his breathing he is almost there.... I feel mine, too. Together, our bodies tense and shudder.
"Oh, gawd, yes, yes, ohhhh... fuck yes.... oh!" We both cry out, different words but the same meaning. We are cumming together!
Waves and waves of pleasure overcome me and I collapse on his chest. Breathing hard, sweat dripping off our bodies, exhausted and spent... we stay this way for a while.
Quietly, without speaking, my boy gets up from the bed and once again kneels at my feet, taking his position. We both know that the moment of intimacy between us has
passed and we must resume our proper places.... the Mistress and the obedient sub. He is but my toy, my plaything, my servent. But now, there is a deeper, more meaningful bond between us. It doesn't mean he will always be obedient to me and it is doesn't mean I will never punish him again. But we now share an intimacy that I share with no other submissive under my care. One that we both shall cherish... and build upon.
The End
"...yes, yes, we will do this again very soon. Lunch? Of course. Certainly, just call my secretary to set it up."
Closing and bolting the door behind them, I breathed a sigh of relief. Heading to my bedroom, I knew I needed to relax. I was tense from the club members' cackling and
silly jokes. Tense from their questions. And most of all, I needed to see my favorite boy. Needed to see him kneeling at my feet.
The boy guarding the door to my bedroom brightened as he saw me approach. "Good evening, Mistress. May I be of service to you this evening?"
"Yes, please send for my special boy. Tell him he is needed in my room."
The happy look on the boy's face disappeared as he realized he would not be the one touching my skin tonight and bringing me pleasure. He started to protest but quickly thought better of it. "Yes, Mistress... right away," he uttered as he opened the door for me.
Undressing quickly, sliding my body between the cool, silk sheets, I thought of my special boy and began to wonder, "Was I becoming too attached to him? Have I
become so use to having him under foot that I would actually miss him if he were gone? Always so eager to please, always so happy, yet so sensitive and gentle... Was he
becoming more of a joy then burden to me? It was true, his presence somehow worked to soothe me." Closing my eyes and mulling this concept over in my brain, I heard
the door to the room open and shut quietly.
"Good evening, Mistress," my boy quietly says, kneeling quickly upon entering the room. "I understand you requested me? I am here to serve you, Mistress. It is my one and only desire. How may I please you this evening?''
Smiling to myself so that the little bitch slut cannot see, I usher him over with a flick of my wrist.
"I am tense, little whore. Make me feel better," I command. Immediately he sets to work preparing the room to soothe me. He knows exactly what I required. Instinctively, he chooses the right background music, lights the scented candles, pours the wine. He was designed.... created... for service. Oh, if only all my boys were so perfect. But this little pet was a standout.
Laying on the bed, I motion for the little whore to join me. "Kneel up at my feet on the bed and play with your cock for me, pet. I want to watch you pleasure my property. Treat it gently. You do know how to work that thing, don't you, little whore! I believe you've done this before!" I laugh softly, as I watch him stroke himself, playing with the head, cupping his balls, gently squeezing. "Never take your eyes off of me, pet. Do NOT avert your gaze. Watch me watching every move you make. How do you feel, whore? Knowing I'm watching you!
Looking both embarassed but aroused, his one desire but to please me. He fondles and strokes himself for my amusement.
"That's enough, pet... you're nice and hard now. Keep it that way until I'm ready for it. Lick and kiss me, pet. Starting with my feet, work your way up my body, skipping my wet pussy for now, but kissing my lips when you get to my mouth.
I close my eyes, enjoying the sweet sensation of the whore's mouth on my skin, feeling both soft kisses and forceful, wet laps of his tongue. His enthusiasm is exciting to me. He is so eager to please. I certainly hope he doesn't disappoint me. I might have to 'permanently' send him away if he cannot fulfill his duties adequately! He pays
particularly nice attention to my toes and feet but doesn't seem to miss a square inch of my body as he works his way slowly and thoroughly up to my waiting, hot mouth. Kissing him passionately, I force my tongue into his mouth and wrap my legs around him. It has been a long time, I realize. I shouldn't let it go this long between trysts! I am a bit wild now.... like a caged panther suddenly set free. Exploring his mouth with my tongue, I lick, suck, and bite on his lips. pulling on them and nibbling.
"Now, bitch," I command, "lick my hot, wet pussy. Make me cum! Do it! Now!!!! I'm so hot..too turned on.... I need to cum.... suck me, slut! Hurry!"
The little slut does seem to know what he is doing. Laying on the bed, eyes closed, feeling the exquisite expertise of my pet's tongue, it is easy to forget all of my stresses of the day. As his fingers and tongue work their magic on me, I begin to feel the tingle of that familiar sensation beginning to work it's way through my body... ummmm..... beginning at the spot where his tongue is working and spreading out, setting my nerve endings on fire! Having never been one to stifle my screams of ecstacy, I moan and cry out, yanking the slut's hair and pushing his head harder again my thrusting hips. Ohhhhh.....so perfect!
Once the final wave of orgasmic fury has ceased, I push the whore's head away and take a moment trying to catch my breath. Greedily, I know I need more.
"On your back, slut!" I order. Quickly and without thought, he scrambles up and lays on his back before me, his enormous erection pointing straight up, engorged, throbbing. The sight of a hard cock has always excited me beyond reason and I roughly grab it and begin stroking it, enjoying the purple flush of arousal. I am amused by my little slut's reaction to my stroking. He is almost out of control with desire but flustered by not knowing exactly what I expect of him. Should he remain quiet and stoic? Should he respond with enthusiasm? I see his little mind working furiously......
"Let go, little slut....I want to hear you moan and beg for release. Your pleasure, right now, enhances my pleasure.... enjoy yourself....
Suddenly, he cries out and moans... "Oh Goddess..... ummm........oh gawd!!!!" he whimpers as I take him in my mouth, sucking and licking and nibbling. His hands automatically go to my hair, stroking, running through it, guiding my head. At this moment, we are not Domme and sub, not Mistress and slave, but lovers..... bringing each other pleasure and sheer bliss. Licking and lapping until he is just near the edge, I withdrawal to give him time to calm down.... He looks at me with adoration and lust.... and a look of almost pleading...
I know what he wants.. I want it, too. Straddling him, I slide his hot, wet cock inside me, guiding him in as deeply as he can go. He moans and arches his pelvis, trying to go in deeper. I begin the rhythm of sliding him in and out of my glistening pussy. He watches, hypnotized. I move his hands to my breasts and cover them with my own, guiding him to massage them. We are both so hot and horny now, so near the edge, I begin to pump him faster and deeper, urging him on. My orgasm is near and he thrusts harder to join me. I can tell by his breathing he is almost there.... I feel mine, too. Together, our bodies tense and shudder.
"Oh, gawd, yes, yes, ohhhh... fuck yes.... oh!" We both cry out, different words but the same meaning. We are cumming together!
Waves and waves of pleasure overcome me and I collapse on his chest. Breathing hard, sweat dripping off our bodies, exhausted and spent... we stay this way for a while.
Quietly, without speaking, my boy gets up from the bed and once again kneels at my feet, taking his position. We both know that the moment of intimacy between us has
passed and we must resume our proper places.... the Mistress and the obedient sub. He is but my toy, my plaything, my servent. But now, there is a deeper, more meaningful bond between us. It doesn't mean he will always be obedient to me and it is doesn't mean I will never punish him again. But we now share an intimacy that I share with no other submissive under my care. One that we both shall cherish... and build upon.
The End
A night out With A Mistress - Sylver
Ok so it was the second week of a month long service collar. There had been talk of parties and play teases, denied release. There are many things that have happened that will not mention....atleast not this time around. This time it's about the parties, the play, and the aftermath..
Now it had been threatened a few times to put me infront of a group and play me there. Ofcourse this always made me blush and think of how to get out of such an event. The Mistress knew this ofcourse and used it well to her advantage. Making me blush making me squirm. I found it abit arrousing all the same. She'd tell me it wasn't to humilate me, it was cause she was proud to have ownership of me. I think perhaps it was half and half to be honest..but that was her right. The day came i woke up from the floor and got up...went down stairs and made coffee for her irish cream a dash of sugar and up the stairs I went. Carefuly placing it to the side of the bed...Now Mistress enjoyed being woke up a particular way. A carress here and nibbles there...a stroke and a touch, and then my head burried between...well as i said this isn't about that portion of the story, so i'll let you imagine the rest of that.
Once woke up we went to town did the daily chores and returned. it was about mid day and Mistress was rushing around. I was told to get the toybag and place it in the car. Take off my shirt and put on my collar bring her the leash. She clicked it on..she said we was going out...I was abit confused...we have not had the collar on and leash out in public before.
We get down the road and she tells me we are going to a play party..and that i'd be play'd there. I was nervous..i was estatic...i was curious...i was confused...the whole ride i tried to think of a way to politly decline....no to accept...i didn't know what i was thinking of to tell the truth..so it was the whole trip small talk. My mind whirling through the possibilities of the outcome..some good...some bad...
We arrived at the party..signing in.."puppy drax" my name. Only words that could be said is Yes Ma'am.. unless asked a question. A rule that i took seriously as i was led by leash through the area... THere was moans, groans, and cries coming from different areas of the house...the house was not to big but had several rooms. We walked by a boy getting flogged the sounds of his pleasure caused a blush to color my cheeks. Would that be me up there?. We walked further i carried her purse she. My heart pound as he stoped to watch a demonstration of "cupping" a rather interesting form of torment and pleasure. I watched as they suspended the girl and bound her. The cups placed stratigicly upon her breast and sealed. Her nipples hardening as the cup sucks them up and then vacums holding the pressure. Then lower they went..getting a nother size and captured the girls clit. It was very stimulating..Lucky i was allowed to keep my pants...though it was said I would loose them soon. With a gulp I followed the Mistress.
We sat outside for awhile...but even then it was not to escape the discussion. Oh no...you see outside was a rather talented bullwhip instructor. Who as it happened was giving a demonstration..had I not been focusing so hard on what could happen what might happen...I might have remembered his name. But all i could do is watch the whip as it cracked in the air. A soft moan slide from my lips. I beleave the Mistress took note of that..as she tuged my leash. The night progressed and I seen more going on. More flogging more practices with the whip. Each time thinking...that could be me soon. A cage...with a Mistress sitting on it while a pet licked and pleasured her before she walked away.. OH sweet torment it would have been. Imagining to be settled beneath her licking stroking...listening to every command. My heart lept as the tug of my leash brough me to another room. All I could do was pull back slightly. Piercings...lovly in sight but as they weaved up the womans breast. Each pericing laced with a leather cord and drawn. It looked painful. But at the same time very beautiful. I was told the girl loved peircings and tattoos for the pain it granted her.
As the night grew latter we watched more demonstrations. Flogging, whips, crops, each time i felt my body warm. I heard a whisper in my ear. "lets go" My heart stoped for amoment. My eyes widened. And we began to move...Though we didn't stop till we was at the car and she laughed at me. My cheeks blushing. She never ment to play me there that night. Though on the way home she asked if I was disappointed. To be truthful Slightly..but so glad I didn't have to do it at that point.
This did not ofcourse mean that this nights story ends here....Perhaps I'll continue on to what happened that Night when we got back another time...if it interestes anybody that is.
Now it had been threatened a few times to put me infront of a group and play me there. Ofcourse this always made me blush and think of how to get out of such an event. The Mistress knew this ofcourse and used it well to her advantage. Making me blush making me squirm. I found it abit arrousing all the same. She'd tell me it wasn't to humilate me, it was cause she was proud to have ownership of me. I think perhaps it was half and half to be honest..but that was her right. The day came i woke up from the floor and got up...went down stairs and made coffee for her irish cream a dash of sugar and up the stairs I went. Carefuly placing it to the side of the bed...Now Mistress enjoyed being woke up a particular way. A carress here and nibbles there...a stroke and a touch, and then my head burried between...well as i said this isn't about that portion of the story, so i'll let you imagine the rest of that.
Once woke up we went to town did the daily chores and returned. it was about mid day and Mistress was rushing around. I was told to get the toybag and place it in the car. Take off my shirt and put on my collar bring her the leash. She clicked it on..she said we was going out...I was abit confused...we have not had the collar on and leash out in public before.
We get down the road and she tells me we are going to a play party..and that i'd be play'd there. I was nervous..i was estatic...i was curious...i was confused...the whole ride i tried to think of a way to politly decline....no to accept...i didn't know what i was thinking of to tell the truth..so it was the whole trip small talk. My mind whirling through the possibilities of the outcome..some good...some bad...
We arrived at the party..signing in.."puppy drax" my name. Only words that could be said is Yes Ma'am.. unless asked a question. A rule that i took seriously as i was led by leash through the area... THere was moans, groans, and cries coming from different areas of the house...the house was not to big but had several rooms. We walked by a boy getting flogged the sounds of his pleasure caused a blush to color my cheeks. Would that be me up there?. We walked further i carried her purse she. My heart pound as he stoped to watch a demonstration of "cupping" a rather interesting form of torment and pleasure. I watched as they suspended the girl and bound her. The cups placed stratigicly upon her breast and sealed. Her nipples hardening as the cup sucks them up and then vacums holding the pressure. Then lower they went..getting a nother size and captured the girls clit. It was very stimulating..Lucky i was allowed to keep my pants...though it was said I would loose them soon. With a gulp I followed the Mistress.
We sat outside for awhile...but even then it was not to escape the discussion. Oh no...you see outside was a rather talented bullwhip instructor. Who as it happened was giving a demonstration..had I not been focusing so hard on what could happen what might happen...I might have remembered his name. But all i could do is watch the whip as it cracked in the air. A soft moan slide from my lips. I beleave the Mistress took note of that..as she tuged my leash. The night progressed and I seen more going on. More flogging more practices with the whip. Each time thinking...that could be me soon. A cage...with a Mistress sitting on it while a pet licked and pleasured her before she walked away.. OH sweet torment it would have been. Imagining to be settled beneath her licking stroking...listening to every command. My heart lept as the tug of my leash brough me to another room. All I could do was pull back slightly. Piercings...lovly in sight but as they weaved up the womans breast. Each pericing laced with a leather cord and drawn. It looked painful. But at the same time very beautiful. I was told the girl loved peircings and tattoos for the pain it granted her.
As the night grew latter we watched more demonstrations. Flogging, whips, crops, each time i felt my body warm. I heard a whisper in my ear. "lets go" My heart stoped for amoment. My eyes widened. And we began to move...Though we didn't stop till we was at the car and she laughed at me. My cheeks blushing. She never ment to play me there that night. Though on the way home she asked if I was disappointed. To be truthful Slightly..but so glad I didn't have to do it at that point.
This did not ofcourse mean that this nights story ends here....Perhaps I'll continue on to what happened that Night when we got back another time...if it interestes anybody that is.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Confession - Tora
I wake up with a start, my senses instantly aware of movement outside my cell. I have no idea what time it is let alone how long I had been asleep. All of that fades to the back of my mind with the thought that She might be outside. I noiselessly slip from my cot and kneel with my head bowed waiting. I shiver a bit as the chill of the cold cement floor instantly seep into my naked skin, chasing away the warmth of sleep.
I wait patiently to hear the lock of my cell disengage. I shiver again but this time not from the cold but from the anticipation of maybe I was going to be the lucky one She chooses.
Finally, I hear the lock click open and my cell floods with light. As instructed, I keep my eyes lowered; closing them for a moment, the light too harsh for my sleepy brain. I reopen my eyes to have Her black leather boots in front of me and I feel Her fingers in my hair, lightly caressing, almost affectionately. I relax at the touch and my heart soars at the sound of her voice, "Good Pet. It pleases Me that you obey instructions so well."
I barely choke out a "Thank You Mistress" before one of Her hands slide to the nape of my neck, roughly grabbing my hair and jerking my head back to expose my neck proudly wearing Her metal collar. She clicks a leash to the front ring of the collar and releases my hair. I immediately bow my head and focus my eyes on Her boots again. She turns slightly toward the door and jerks the leash, pulling me so that I fall forward, forcing me to be on all fours. She pats my head like I was Her dog and then leaves the cell, tugging on the leash, expecting me to follow, crawling after her. I obey, ignoring the pain as my flesh of my palms and knees are scraped as I struggle to keep up with Her. She leads me down the short corridor to what I know is Her dungeon.
She leads me to the centre of the room and I immediately move to kneel like I expect She wants me to. She growls and jerks my leash roughly, forcing me back on all fours before I feel Her slap me hard and full across the face. The sting brings tears of pain to the corners of my eyes and my skin feels like it is on fire. I can feel the blood rushing to the spot and I am sure it is bright red like a sunburn. Her hand finds my hair and She jerks my head up, half lifting me while she leans down so our faces are level. A dark and dangerous glint shows in Her eyes and I try to swallow in fear.
"Do not assume how I want you Dog. You are to remain how you are unless I have given you previous instructions or command that you change. Do you understand?" Her voice quiet but so menacing that a shiver of complete terror goes down my spine and I struggle not to let my bladder relieve itself. I try to nod my head in understanding and She growls, jerking my head further back. I whimper in pain.
"I didn't hear you Dog. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress." I manage to stutter, my voice barely audible. She smiles and releases me so that I am back on all fours. Fearful of making Her angry again, I keep my eyes to the floor. It is now that I notice the large metal ring embedded in the floor. She reaches down and unhooks my leash, letting it drop to the floor beside us. She crouches before me and hooks a short chain between my collar and the ring on the floor, trapping me in the position I am. She stands and caresses my head and shoulders; dragging Her fingernails down my spine. She moves to stand at my rear. I arch like a cat into Her touch; my skin tingling in anticipation of where or how She is going to touch me next.
Her hand stops and rests on the small of my back. "Have you touched yourself since coming here Pet?" She purrs, voice soft and caressing.
Instantly I feel hot and flushed. My face I am sure is all red now; the heat of my blush just as strong as when She hit me. "No Mistress."
Her hand slides down my back to my ass, lightly caressing one cheek before slipping between my thighs to grip my scrotum. Her fingers kneed my testicles as if gauging the fullness and weight. I moan softly and adjust my stance slightly to give Her better access. I am greeted with Her other hand coming down hard, slapping one of my ass cheeks, making it sting just like my face earlier. "Don't move Dog." She growls and I whimper back, "Yes Mistress."
She continues to caress and tease me and I bite my lower lip, struggling to remain still. I do not want to provoke another slap or hit. Her free hand dances up my back as She moves to be more alongside of me. She plays with my hair and caresses my face before She presses two fingers against my lips. "Suck them Pet." She commands. I eagerly obey, drawing them into my mouth, my tongue swirling around them. I suck on them strongly, imaging what it would be like to suck on other body parts of Hers.
"Very good Pet." She purrs as She pulls them from my mouth. They immediately are moved to press against my ass hole and I struggle again to remain still and not cry out in protest and surprise. She eases her fingers into me slowly despite the natural resistance my body puts up. In no time Her fingers are fully inserted and Her fingertips press against my prostrate. She releases my balls and leans down a bit to purr against my ear, "Relax Pet."
Her fingers massage and press against my prostrate, making me throb and ache in ways I have never felt before. I bite my lip again, fighting the urge to move as the strong sensations begin to surge through me and I find it hard to breathe. It felt good to have Her fingers touching me like this but it wasn't a pleasure I was used to. It was strange to have my body respond without the pairing of pleasure.
I gulp a deep breath, trying to relax and enjoy what she is doing but finding it harder and harder to concentrate on staying still. Suddenly, without warning, I was cumming but not really. I was releasing the built up stores of semen but there was no pleasure associated with it; just a change in pressure. A stream of liquid dripped out of me but there was no climax, no moment of ecstasy. I am sure my eyes were wide as saucers as my brain tried to process what just happened. Unceremoniously She pulls Her fingers from my ass and moves away; I can hear Her washing up at a nearby sink.
She comes back to me, drying Her hands in my hair before unhooking the chain holding me in place from my collar and reattaching my leash. "Back up Dog. Be careful not to step in your mess." She commands, jerking the leash, pulling my head back. I move backward, being careful as instructed not to disturb the pool of my semen beneath me. She continues to jerk the leash and I move backward until the pool is directly in front of me, near my hands.
She jerks my leash down, making my head dip toward the ground before growling, "Clean it up Dog." Instantly, I feel my face heat as it occurs to me what she wants me to do. I hesitant having never tasted myself before. A stinging slap marks my cheek before She jerks the leash again. "Now Dog." She growls and the tone of Her voice tells me that this is my last warning.
Closing my eyes, I lower my head and proceed to lick the floor clean, focusing on Her murmurs of approval. Once done, I raise my head but remain on all fours, waiting for my next command. She snaps Her fingers and two men appear beside Her as if out of nowhere. I feel my face flush a final time, realizing that they have obviously witnessed the entire scene. She hands one of them my leash and I am taken back to my cell where I wait for Her to choose me again.
THE END
I wait patiently to hear the lock of my cell disengage. I shiver again but this time not from the cold but from the anticipation of maybe I was going to be the lucky one She chooses.
Finally, I hear the lock click open and my cell floods with light. As instructed, I keep my eyes lowered; closing them for a moment, the light too harsh for my sleepy brain. I reopen my eyes to have Her black leather boots in front of me and I feel Her fingers in my hair, lightly caressing, almost affectionately. I relax at the touch and my heart soars at the sound of her voice, "Good Pet. It pleases Me that you obey instructions so well."
I barely choke out a "Thank You Mistress" before one of Her hands slide to the nape of my neck, roughly grabbing my hair and jerking my head back to expose my neck proudly wearing Her metal collar. She clicks a leash to the front ring of the collar and releases my hair. I immediately bow my head and focus my eyes on Her boots again. She turns slightly toward the door and jerks the leash, pulling me so that I fall forward, forcing me to be on all fours. She pats my head like I was Her dog and then leaves the cell, tugging on the leash, expecting me to follow, crawling after her. I obey, ignoring the pain as my flesh of my palms and knees are scraped as I struggle to keep up with Her. She leads me down the short corridor to what I know is Her dungeon.
She leads me to the centre of the room and I immediately move to kneel like I expect She wants me to. She growls and jerks my leash roughly, forcing me back on all fours before I feel Her slap me hard and full across the face. The sting brings tears of pain to the corners of my eyes and my skin feels like it is on fire. I can feel the blood rushing to the spot and I am sure it is bright red like a sunburn. Her hand finds my hair and She jerks my head up, half lifting me while she leans down so our faces are level. A dark and dangerous glint shows in Her eyes and I try to swallow in fear.
"Do not assume how I want you Dog. You are to remain how you are unless I have given you previous instructions or command that you change. Do you understand?" Her voice quiet but so menacing that a shiver of complete terror goes down my spine and I struggle not to let my bladder relieve itself. I try to nod my head in understanding and She growls, jerking my head further back. I whimper in pain.
"I didn't hear you Dog. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress." I manage to stutter, my voice barely audible. She smiles and releases me so that I am back on all fours. Fearful of making Her angry again, I keep my eyes to the floor. It is now that I notice the large metal ring embedded in the floor. She reaches down and unhooks my leash, letting it drop to the floor beside us. She crouches before me and hooks a short chain between my collar and the ring on the floor, trapping me in the position I am. She stands and caresses my head and shoulders; dragging Her fingernails down my spine. She moves to stand at my rear. I arch like a cat into Her touch; my skin tingling in anticipation of where or how She is going to touch me next.
Her hand stops and rests on the small of my back. "Have you touched yourself since coming here Pet?" She purrs, voice soft and caressing.
Instantly I feel hot and flushed. My face I am sure is all red now; the heat of my blush just as strong as when She hit me. "No Mistress."
Her hand slides down my back to my ass, lightly caressing one cheek before slipping between my thighs to grip my scrotum. Her fingers kneed my testicles as if gauging the fullness and weight. I moan softly and adjust my stance slightly to give Her better access. I am greeted with Her other hand coming down hard, slapping one of my ass cheeks, making it sting just like my face earlier. "Don't move Dog." She growls and I whimper back, "Yes Mistress."
She continues to caress and tease me and I bite my lower lip, struggling to remain still. I do not want to provoke another slap or hit. Her free hand dances up my back as She moves to be more alongside of me. She plays with my hair and caresses my face before She presses two fingers against my lips. "Suck them Pet." She commands. I eagerly obey, drawing them into my mouth, my tongue swirling around them. I suck on them strongly, imaging what it would be like to suck on other body parts of Hers.
"Very good Pet." She purrs as She pulls them from my mouth. They immediately are moved to press against my ass hole and I struggle again to remain still and not cry out in protest and surprise. She eases her fingers into me slowly despite the natural resistance my body puts up. In no time Her fingers are fully inserted and Her fingertips press against my prostrate. She releases my balls and leans down a bit to purr against my ear, "Relax Pet."
Her fingers massage and press against my prostrate, making me throb and ache in ways I have never felt before. I bite my lip again, fighting the urge to move as the strong sensations begin to surge through me and I find it hard to breathe. It felt good to have Her fingers touching me like this but it wasn't a pleasure I was used to. It was strange to have my body respond without the pairing of pleasure.
I gulp a deep breath, trying to relax and enjoy what she is doing but finding it harder and harder to concentrate on staying still. Suddenly, without warning, I was cumming but not really. I was releasing the built up stores of semen but there was no pleasure associated with it; just a change in pressure. A stream of liquid dripped out of me but there was no climax, no moment of ecstasy. I am sure my eyes were wide as saucers as my brain tried to process what just happened. Unceremoniously She pulls Her fingers from my ass and moves away; I can hear Her washing up at a nearby sink.
She comes back to me, drying Her hands in my hair before unhooking the chain holding me in place from my collar and reattaching my leash. "Back up Dog. Be careful not to step in your mess." She commands, jerking the leash, pulling my head back. I move backward, being careful as instructed not to disturb the pool of my semen beneath me. She continues to jerk the leash and I move backward until the pool is directly in front of me, near my hands.
She jerks my leash down, making my head dip toward the ground before growling, "Clean it up Dog." Instantly, I feel my face heat as it occurs to me what she wants me to do. I hesitant having never tasted myself before. A stinging slap marks my cheek before She jerks the leash again. "Now Dog." She growls and the tone of Her voice tells me that this is my last warning.
Closing my eyes, I lower my head and proceed to lick the floor clean, focusing on Her murmurs of approval. Once done, I raise my head but remain on all fours, waiting for my next command. She snaps Her fingers and two men appear beside Her as if out of nowhere. I feel my face flush a final time, realizing that they have obviously witnessed the entire scene. She hands one of them my leash and I am taken back to my cell where I wait for Her to choose me again.
THE END
Anonymous Confession
Robert arrived at the reception area of the Venetian Las Vegas at 3:00pm as planned. The lovely woman behind the counter was more than happy to accept his credit card which would pay for the two rooms located directly across the hall from each other on the 31st floor.
Identical accommodations on the same floor, at the same hotel. However, the guest in north facing room would have a decidedly different lodging experience from the guest in the south facing room.
He had known her as Emma in cyberspace for quite sometime. They had discussed various aspects of BDSM using text chat, using voice, but never played together. It was not a conscious decision however. She was a dominant female, while Robert was a bit of a switchy fetishist. It’s not that they were incompatible, their relationship just never moved in that direction. Great friends, great love… some flirting perhaps, but no romance.
One evening they got to chatting about the mutual interest they had to see Las Vegas. He confessed his love for gambling, especially Black Jack. She confessed that she had never stepped foot in a casino in her life. Since his business had recently been doing well, he offered to pay for an excursion to sin city to include separate rooms, some lessons about gambling and maybe a handshake and a hug.
Robert arrived with the bellman at his room at 3:20. After receiving the usual orientation of how to turn the lights on and off and operate the closet door, Robert tipped the young man and sent him on his way.
Robert fell on the bed and was happy that the traveling was over. He was excited to finally meet Emma in person. They had a lot in common, including a deep appreciation for art and music as well as a similar dry sense of sense of humor.
At 4:07pm the silence was shattered by the piercing electric ring of the hotel room phone. Robert dragged himself across the bed just far enough the lift the receiver and brought it to his ear.
“Hello?”
The snarky laugh that filled his ear was the same laugh he had heard coming from his computer headset for past two years.
“Oh great, Miss Emma you’re here!” he said.
“Fuck yea, who were you expecting? And you can call me Miss Juliet, which is my real life name,” she barked. “You’re right across the hall right?” she asked in her no nonsense style.
“Uh… yea… room 3112,” he replied.
“Have you unpacked yet?” she asked.
“No… why? Is there a problem?”
“Not yet,” she said dryly. “But I’ll be knocking at your door momentarily so you have about 60 seconds to get naked.”
Robert wasn’t sure if she was kidding, or if maybe he had heard it wrong. Before he could flush the bewilderment out of his system and speak, the loud click of a forceful hang up on the other end cut him off.
He rubbed his head and sat up. Less than 60 seconds later there was a stern knock at the door.
As a result of the unexpected phone call his excitement was twofold. Yes he was thrilled to meet Juliet and that would be exciting enough. But was her request serious or was she goofing around?
He opened the door revealing a petite woman with eyes like large blue saucers and a big bright happy smile. She was dressed in stylishly distressed jeans, a blue polo shirt and white sneakers. She immediately put her hand in the middle of his chest pushing him back in the room letting the door slam shut behind them.
“Didn’t I tell you to do something?” she asked sternly.
“I thought you said ‘get naked’,” he replied with a laugh.
“And what?... You think I’m here to fuck around and put up with your nonsense?” she barked. “Lose the clothes!”
Upon spotting his carry on luggage next to the bed, Juliet strutted over to retrieve the bag while Robert watched with his mouth stupidly agape.
She yanked the bag up onto the bed, unzipped it and flipped it open.
“Put your clothes in here... BOBBY” she barked.
Nobody called Robert ‘BOBBY’ except for Juliet when they were razzing each other online.
Robert slipped off his sneakers, socks and jeans. He pulled his shirt over his head and standing in his underwear placed everything haphazardly on top of the clothes already bulging out of his open luggage.
“Bobby… tighty whities?... Really?” she said mockingly. “Give ‘em here.”
Robert complied and threw his underwear on the pile.
“That’s it ? No other articles of clothing hidden around here?” she asked while scanning the room..
“No I haven’t unpacked anything,” he replied.
Juliet emerged from the closet with two fluffy hotel bath robes.
“You liar. You fucking little liar.” she barked.
Juliet grabbed Robert’s wrist and twisted it up behind his back while pushing him towards an empty piece of wall. He could have resisted but did not.
She kicked the insides of Robert’s bare feet with her sneakers forcing him to spread his legs wide, throwing him momentarily off balance. Looking over his shoulder Robert watched as Juliet produced a pair of police handcuffs from her pocket and expertly slapped one shackle on his left wrist. She grabbed his right wrist and guided it back behind him. Again he did not resist.
The familiar sound of handcuffs ratcheting shut and locking in place ended the assault and Juliet backed away.
She walked to the bed shoving robes and clothes into the small carry on bag and zipped it shut as best she good.
“Fuck it. It’s only rolling across the hall,” said with a laugh.
She spotted Robert’s wallet, iPod and glasses on the night stand, grabbed them and stuffed them into the side pockets of the bag.
With a mighty jerk she pulled the bag off the bed onto its wheels.
Naked and handcuffed Robert could only stand and watch as Juliet began to exit with all his belongings in tow.
“Uh… wait!” was all that Robert could muster up as a remark.
“See ya later Bobby,” she quipped as she headed out.
And just before the door slammed shut behind her… Robert heard Juliet add…
“…or not…”
To be continued…
Identical accommodations on the same floor, at the same hotel. However, the guest in north facing room would have a decidedly different lodging experience from the guest in the south facing room.
He had known her as Emma in cyberspace for quite sometime. They had discussed various aspects of BDSM using text chat, using voice, but never played together. It was not a conscious decision however. She was a dominant female, while Robert was a bit of a switchy fetishist. It’s not that they were incompatible, their relationship just never moved in that direction. Great friends, great love… some flirting perhaps, but no romance.
One evening they got to chatting about the mutual interest they had to see Las Vegas. He confessed his love for gambling, especially Black Jack. She confessed that she had never stepped foot in a casino in her life. Since his business had recently been doing well, he offered to pay for an excursion to sin city to include separate rooms, some lessons about gambling and maybe a handshake and a hug.
Robert arrived with the bellman at his room at 3:20. After receiving the usual orientation of how to turn the lights on and off and operate the closet door, Robert tipped the young man and sent him on his way.
Robert fell on the bed and was happy that the traveling was over. He was excited to finally meet Emma in person. They had a lot in common, including a deep appreciation for art and music as well as a similar dry sense of sense of humor.
At 4:07pm the silence was shattered by the piercing electric ring of the hotel room phone. Robert dragged himself across the bed just far enough the lift the receiver and brought it to his ear.
“Hello?”
The snarky laugh that filled his ear was the same laugh he had heard coming from his computer headset for past two years.
“Oh great, Miss Emma you’re here!” he said.
“Fuck yea, who were you expecting? And you can call me Miss Juliet, which is my real life name,” she barked. “You’re right across the hall right?” she asked in her no nonsense style.
“Uh… yea… room 3112,” he replied.
“Have you unpacked yet?” she asked.
“No… why? Is there a problem?”
“Not yet,” she said dryly. “But I’ll be knocking at your door momentarily so you have about 60 seconds to get naked.”
Robert wasn’t sure if she was kidding, or if maybe he had heard it wrong. Before he could flush the bewilderment out of his system and speak, the loud click of a forceful hang up on the other end cut him off.
He rubbed his head and sat up. Less than 60 seconds later there was a stern knock at the door.
As a result of the unexpected phone call his excitement was twofold. Yes he was thrilled to meet Juliet and that would be exciting enough. But was her request serious or was she goofing around?
He opened the door revealing a petite woman with eyes like large blue saucers and a big bright happy smile. She was dressed in stylishly distressed jeans, a blue polo shirt and white sneakers. She immediately put her hand in the middle of his chest pushing him back in the room letting the door slam shut behind them.
“Didn’t I tell you to do something?” she asked sternly.
“I thought you said ‘get naked’,” he replied with a laugh.
“And what?... You think I’m here to fuck around and put up with your nonsense?” she barked. “Lose the clothes!”
Upon spotting his carry on luggage next to the bed, Juliet strutted over to retrieve the bag while Robert watched with his mouth stupidly agape.
She yanked the bag up onto the bed, unzipped it and flipped it open.
“Put your clothes in here... BOBBY” she barked.
Nobody called Robert ‘BOBBY’ except for Juliet when they were razzing each other online.
Robert slipped off his sneakers, socks and jeans. He pulled his shirt over his head and standing in his underwear placed everything haphazardly on top of the clothes already bulging out of his open luggage.
“Bobby… tighty whities?... Really?” she said mockingly. “Give ‘em here.”
Robert complied and threw his underwear on the pile.
“That’s it ? No other articles of clothing hidden around here?” she asked while scanning the room..
“No I haven’t unpacked anything,” he replied.
Juliet emerged from the closet with two fluffy hotel bath robes.
“You liar. You fucking little liar.” she barked.
Juliet grabbed Robert’s wrist and twisted it up behind his back while pushing him towards an empty piece of wall. He could have resisted but did not.
She kicked the insides of Robert’s bare feet with her sneakers forcing him to spread his legs wide, throwing him momentarily off balance. Looking over his shoulder Robert watched as Juliet produced a pair of police handcuffs from her pocket and expertly slapped one shackle on his left wrist. She grabbed his right wrist and guided it back behind him. Again he did not resist.
The familiar sound of handcuffs ratcheting shut and locking in place ended the assault and Juliet backed away.
She walked to the bed shoving robes and clothes into the small carry on bag and zipped it shut as best she good.
“Fuck it. It’s only rolling across the hall,” said with a laugh.
She spotted Robert’s wallet, iPod and glasses on the night stand, grabbed them and stuffed them into the side pockets of the bag.
With a mighty jerk she pulled the bag off the bed onto its wheels.
Naked and handcuffed Robert could only stand and watch as Juliet began to exit with all his belongings in tow.
“Uh… wait!” was all that Robert could muster up as a remark.
“See ya later Bobby,” she quipped as she headed out.
And just before the door slammed shut behind her… Robert heard Juliet add…
“…or not…”
To be continued…
Anonymous Confession of a Leopardess
Sometimes I enjoy to remember how I met my husband and also remember why I fell in love with him.
Sometimes I love to remember it for it still makes me horny.
And sometimes it is just good to remember it, for it tells me as well as my husband WHY we belong to each other.
So, today, I will tell you about it.
When I was studying, I was low on money. But I had friends, weirdos, but friends. I studied telecommunications, you have to know , something which in the early 80s was a rather uncommon study for women.
Actually I was the first woman studying that particular trade at my University.
So, I was a bit lonely in the students dorm, which was sorted according to the classes.
The two friends I had - cal lthem for easiness Tom and Jerry, were gay. Jerry was studying with me, and Tom was studying product design. And both vere seriously into Latex and Rubber. I had been an inexperienced country girl, I hadn't ever heard or conceived anything out of the ordinary in regards to sex.
Well, they let me peep and watch; that way I learned that there was way more about passion and desire than you learn in school.
They sometimes enjoyed themselves simply by reading stories to each other - which again was way more romantic in concept than I ever heard, and yet, the stories being pretty hardcore, was also more "Hardcore" than a little vanilla country girl had ever heard until that day.
But I was shy. Scared more than anything else from all that suddenly was possible. But Tom and Jerry were also Actors in the students theater, and they were great - but I knew from mpersonal contact that they were rather shy.
From them I learned that masks and clothes are the armor we wear and use to separate our self from our behaviour in public.
They had a friend who was building costumes for the theater, and who also repaired divers suits. They introduced me to him, and told me that I would need a suit to have as a "armor to face a wild party". By then I had already explored the pleasures of Latex, wearing most of the time a bra and panties of that material, hidden under my normal clothes however.
And that good soul, call him Ishmael, made from an old discarded neoprene-suit a body-tight, very shapely suit for me. Ishmael was a true Artist , too. When he asked me what I did admire most, what I would like to have the suit look like, I just said "Like a snowleopard" for that's my favourite animal.
Ishmael had thought about turnign the neoprene suit into the core of a dancing outfit, with long flowing skirt or so, but being an artist he rose to the request without further ado.
It was two years later - by then I earned a good bit of money dancing in a few bars that catered to the weird, dressed up as
a anthropomorphic snowleopardess, using a gasmask Ishmael had delicately remodeled as a facial mask.
And as Ishmael and Tom and Jerry had worked together on the suit, it was not only a craftful item in design, but it was, too, one oh delightful sexuality. It had sheaths in all openings.. yes, so that I could be taken, with reduced sensitivity so that I would last longer in the case of intimacy.
And oh how I delighted in having sex that way, It was the 80's , yes , but still: In a few raucuous bars and clubs in Germany there did meet those that enjoyed their sexuality. And I was one of them. I was wild, I was free, I was untamed. I was adored, desired, I was used, but it was not me in a sense. It was a wild animal that was in heat.. I just participated and enjoyed what this being enjoyed, and gladly I provided my body for it to be set free.
Some people really looked esplicitely for me. They craved me, they submitted to me if just I pulled they close, caressed their faces with mine, they groaned in glee when I sat down upon their faces to have them kiss my lower lips, they did melt to puddle when I growled and pulled them to my bosoms, they turned to babes, to kittens, when I rolled on the desk and permitted them to sink their lips to my nipples.
One of those, however, did caress me like a human would reasonably caress such a creature as I mimed to be. He shivered and blushed when I placed my hand on his lap one time or the other. But his eyes...
I was sure, I knew it that he would, in a more private setting, be wilder than the others. He who behaved like a human would - or should.. in his eyes I was sure glowed the fire that you would find in an animal. Yet, he was that boring, everyday.. and actually rather ...
Well, already balding at the end of the 20s, and with a visible belly.
But I dared one day to choose him to accompany me into the backrooms. I always did, usually two or three well paying guests, and then they all took turns or all together tried to "Tame the wildcat"... Easy to say that none of them ever succeeded. The suit demanded much from them, but little from me. Their seed often flowed from my orifices when they had all exhausted themselves, and I just had shakey legs, climaxing when I finally got out of the suit, mostly when the realization sunk in just what I had done, and the feel rose like a cloud to the skies, that none of them knew who I was. Like the "Masked Rider" if you still remember that book.
Instead of taking three paying customers one night I decided to take just him. I did not ask for money, I simply stepped behind him, and with the rubbery "fangs" grabbed him by his neck and drove him, under threatening growls, to the rear rooms.
There I undressed him. Usually the men got out their clothes as soon as I closed the door to my "Den" - He instead was lowst runnign his fingers over my rubbery suits surface, feeling the structure of the "Fur" that Ishmael had applied there using a large spaced comb and liquid latex upon the neoprene. when he was naked, well, I was a bit dissapointed seeign that his maleness was even more average than his looks.. actually , on the small side of average.
Well, one cannot always win, so I knelt on all fours and run the softly furred false tail over his belly and his inner tighs, behaving like a cat in heat.
I was Dissapointed.
I knew I would receive less money and even less satisfaction this time, but, well, I don't stop halfway when I find I could have done better.
I am a blockhead in a way.
And so I did my best as usual, until he reacted like if he'd was a feline, a big, muscular tomcat, he growled and jumped upon me, bitign my shoulder - that is - biting into the neoprene of the suit, but I felt remembered to the videos I had looked , on mating of felines, to get a feel how t omove, how to act...
Well, it seemed he had seen the very same videos.
Soon he came, but he didn't fell down exhausted.
From his coat he fetched something I had not imagined would exist.. it was a rubber dildo shaped after some large feline predator. Tiger maybe. He doesn't remember, and I don't either.
He lubed it and then he used it to fuck me, just again, just the same way, piling his body upon me, pinning me down, growling and biting.
Golly, I felt like my mind had taken a chair in the cinema and was watching a movie "Mating rituals of dangerous carnivores"
Whenever he had recovered he mounted me himself again.
And whenever he wasn't able to get it hard again, he stuffed me with the feline dildo again.
I do not know how long it took.
But orgasms came to me, until I was a mewling heap, rolling upon my back and surrendering.
Instead he knelt over me and kissed my neck, my throat, and asked with the softest voice, if I was pleased, if he had done it right.
There I cried, for the love of Mary, yes, I was pleased. I was so compeltely pleased as I could only feel pleased, pleased by him, his performance, his knowledge, his skill, his determination.
I cradled him to my bosom, and pulled him upon me, to be my blanket, to be his bed, wrapping him in my arms and legs, not wanting to let him go ever again.
And that I do still today, though nowadays it is usualyl me sleeping upon him. He doesn't weight less than back then you know? But We both are comfortable with it.
Oh, and the Tiger - I guess it was the Tiger - has many friends and company, from equine to canine to lots of other possible and impossible species fake male organs.
And the snowleopardess?
Well, the rubber of the mask wore out one day. As did the suit itself. And since a few years it is a reddish vixen, pretty busty, that my husband adores. And yo uguess, since our kids are beyond that age we eve nfound uses for their old suckling bottles - my husband loves to be permitted t ocuddle into the large softness of my bosoms and calm his thirst when he was a good boy.
Sometimes I love to remember it for it still makes me horny.
And sometimes it is just good to remember it, for it tells me as well as my husband WHY we belong to each other.
So, today, I will tell you about it.
When I was studying, I was low on money. But I had friends, weirdos, but friends. I studied telecommunications, you have to know , something which in the early 80s was a rather uncommon study for women.
Actually I was the first woman studying that particular trade at my University.
So, I was a bit lonely in the students dorm, which was sorted according to the classes.
The two friends I had - cal lthem for easiness Tom and Jerry, were gay. Jerry was studying with me, and Tom was studying product design. And both vere seriously into Latex and Rubber. I had been an inexperienced country girl, I hadn't ever heard or conceived anything out of the ordinary in regards to sex.
Well, they let me peep and watch; that way I learned that there was way more about passion and desire than you learn in school.
They sometimes enjoyed themselves simply by reading stories to each other - which again was way more romantic in concept than I ever heard, and yet, the stories being pretty hardcore, was also more "Hardcore" than a little vanilla country girl had ever heard until that day.
But I was shy. Scared more than anything else from all that suddenly was possible. But Tom and Jerry were also Actors in the students theater, and they were great - but I knew from mpersonal contact that they were rather shy.
From them I learned that masks and clothes are the armor we wear and use to separate our self from our behaviour in public.
They had a friend who was building costumes for the theater, and who also repaired divers suits. They introduced me to him, and told me that I would need a suit to have as a "armor to face a wild party". By then I had already explored the pleasures of Latex, wearing most of the time a bra and panties of that material, hidden under my normal clothes however.
And that good soul, call him Ishmael, made from an old discarded neoprene-suit a body-tight, very shapely suit for me. Ishmael was a true Artist , too. When he asked me what I did admire most, what I would like to have the suit look like, I just said "Like a snowleopard" for that's my favourite animal.
Ishmael had thought about turnign the neoprene suit into the core of a dancing outfit, with long flowing skirt or so, but being an artist he rose to the request without further ado.
It was two years later - by then I earned a good bit of money dancing in a few bars that catered to the weird, dressed up as
a anthropomorphic snowleopardess, using a gasmask Ishmael had delicately remodeled as a facial mask.
And as Ishmael and Tom and Jerry had worked together on the suit, it was not only a craftful item in design, but it was, too, one oh delightful sexuality. It had sheaths in all openings.. yes, so that I could be taken, with reduced sensitivity so that I would last longer in the case of intimacy.
And oh how I delighted in having sex that way, It was the 80's , yes , but still: In a few raucuous bars and clubs in Germany there did meet those that enjoyed their sexuality. And I was one of them. I was wild, I was free, I was untamed. I was adored, desired, I was used, but it was not me in a sense. It was a wild animal that was in heat.. I just participated and enjoyed what this being enjoyed, and gladly I provided my body for it to be set free.
Some people really looked esplicitely for me. They craved me, they submitted to me if just I pulled they close, caressed their faces with mine, they groaned in glee when I sat down upon their faces to have them kiss my lower lips, they did melt to puddle when I growled and pulled them to my bosoms, they turned to babes, to kittens, when I rolled on the desk and permitted them to sink their lips to my nipples.
One of those, however, did caress me like a human would reasonably caress such a creature as I mimed to be. He shivered and blushed when I placed my hand on his lap one time or the other. But his eyes...
I was sure, I knew it that he would, in a more private setting, be wilder than the others. He who behaved like a human would - or should.. in his eyes I was sure glowed the fire that you would find in an animal. Yet, he was that boring, everyday.. and actually rather ...
Well, already balding at the end of the 20s, and with a visible belly.
But I dared one day to choose him to accompany me into the backrooms. I always did, usually two or three well paying guests, and then they all took turns or all together tried to "Tame the wildcat"... Easy to say that none of them ever succeeded. The suit demanded much from them, but little from me. Their seed often flowed from my orifices when they had all exhausted themselves, and I just had shakey legs, climaxing when I finally got out of the suit, mostly when the realization sunk in just what I had done, and the feel rose like a cloud to the skies, that none of them knew who I was. Like the "Masked Rider" if you still remember that book.
Instead of taking three paying customers one night I decided to take just him. I did not ask for money, I simply stepped behind him, and with the rubbery "fangs" grabbed him by his neck and drove him, under threatening growls, to the rear rooms.
There I undressed him. Usually the men got out their clothes as soon as I closed the door to my "Den" - He instead was lowst runnign his fingers over my rubbery suits surface, feeling the structure of the "Fur" that Ishmael had applied there using a large spaced comb and liquid latex upon the neoprene. when he was naked, well, I was a bit dissapointed seeign that his maleness was even more average than his looks.. actually , on the small side of average.
Well, one cannot always win, so I knelt on all fours and run the softly furred false tail over his belly and his inner tighs, behaving like a cat in heat.
I was Dissapointed.
I knew I would receive less money and even less satisfaction this time, but, well, I don't stop halfway when I find I could have done better.
I am a blockhead in a way.
And so I did my best as usual, until he reacted like if he'd was a feline, a big, muscular tomcat, he growled and jumped upon me, bitign my shoulder - that is - biting into the neoprene of the suit, but I felt remembered to the videos I had looked , on mating of felines, to get a feel how t omove, how to act...
Well, it seemed he had seen the very same videos.
Soon he came, but he didn't fell down exhausted.
From his coat he fetched something I had not imagined would exist.. it was a rubber dildo shaped after some large feline predator. Tiger maybe. He doesn't remember, and I don't either.
He lubed it and then he used it to fuck me, just again, just the same way, piling his body upon me, pinning me down, growling and biting.
Golly, I felt like my mind had taken a chair in the cinema and was watching a movie "Mating rituals of dangerous carnivores"
Whenever he had recovered he mounted me himself again.
And whenever he wasn't able to get it hard again, he stuffed me with the feline dildo again.
I do not know how long it took.
But orgasms came to me, until I was a mewling heap, rolling upon my back and surrendering.
Instead he knelt over me and kissed my neck, my throat, and asked with the softest voice, if I was pleased, if he had done it right.
There I cried, for the love of Mary, yes, I was pleased. I was so compeltely pleased as I could only feel pleased, pleased by him, his performance, his knowledge, his skill, his determination.
I cradled him to my bosom, and pulled him upon me, to be my blanket, to be his bed, wrapping him in my arms and legs, not wanting to let him go ever again.
And that I do still today, though nowadays it is usualyl me sleeping upon him. He doesn't weight less than back then you know? But We both are comfortable with it.
Oh, and the Tiger - I guess it was the Tiger - has many friends and company, from equine to canine to lots of other possible and impossible species fake male organs.
And the snowleopardess?
Well, the rubber of the mask wore out one day. As did the suit itself. And since a few years it is a reddish vixen, pretty busty, that my husband adores. And yo uguess, since our kids are beyond that age we eve nfound uses for their old suckling bottles - my husband loves to be permitted t ocuddle into the large softness of my bosoms and calm his thirst when he was a good boy.
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