Anonymous Confession

Femdom life and a committed female led relationship are not always whips, chains, leather and lace.  Rather it is a life of service, devotion and rules, structure and guidelines.  I take pleasure in pleasing Miss, seeing her smile, making her life easier and better.  She delights in the peaceful life guiding us.   I have given to her, she takes, and it is a natural power exchange.  But one that is not selfish or life  committed solely to Her whims and solitude path.  She enjoys pleasing me inasmuch as it demonstrates her power and ability to cause that pleasure and her regulation of our energy and dynamic that empowers her.

Last Saturday started as a desultory affair.  I had been working all week and was rather stressed.  I had performed my daily service including cooking, cleaning and organizing our flat.   I folded her clothes, but my usual delight in feeling her panties, her clothes was missing.  My mind was occupied, even as she prompted me to snap out of it, focus and find meaning in devotion to her and us.  As much as I tried, I couldn't break the cycle.   Saturday is also my "hygiene" day.  Mistress unlocks my chastity device at the beginning of the day, places it in the cleaner for cleaning and disinfecting as I shower/ It is then replaced when she desires. After a workout, shower, and after I shave all of my pubic hair, after I am then inspected for hairless smoothness as she desires, it is replaced.  Usually, but not always.

This Saturday was different.  After showering and a shave, as I awaited inspection, I found instruction: kneel at the foot of the bed and await Her.  I was afraid...I knew this week was difficult and displeasing.  Not full of the seamless power structure and ebb and flow of life, but rather distraction and dissonance.  Punishment to refocus surely awaits.

After what seemed like ages but was probably no more than 10 minutes Mistress came in the room.  And an appearance she did make.  Clad in birght shiny skintight latex from head to toe.  Black, shined up and oiled, hugging every curve, showing every inch of her divine body, pulsing as she moved.  Perched atop tall (but not outrageous) heels, she strode in.   Her hair was tied up and back to frame her lovely face which betrayed a glint in her eye and the power she felt.

My body and cock instantly responded of course.   My freed cock, instantly sprang to attention, responding to her, involuntarily almost.  I couldn't have stopped the raging erection if I had tried, which I didn't try to.  I reacted to her, as she desired, and I was helpless.  In rapture, yes -- but powerless in her presence.  In addition to my cock, my nipples tensed, my body tightened, air sucked out of my lungs, and my eyes focused on her.

And mentally, too, my perspective shifted.  Not to the struggles of the world, not to my looming punishment but to her, to the  Latex, to the shine.  She knows I adore latex, the look, the touch the smell, the squeak.  Oh the lady doth torment me even as she appears as a vision before me!    I have been conditioned I suppose, to respond to her.  I shifted from awaiting inspection of my shaven body to focus on her.   On Her power, her smell, her very presence.  These are the moments that seize and course through me, make my life full of color, feeling, emotion.   Gratitude for such a presence in my life.  Passion that is not only inspired but provoked, yanked out and awakened. from daily life.

After I recovered a semblance of my wits, she strode over, and put her finger under my chin to life up my eyes to meet hers.  I would have fallen over if she desired, I suspect.  Rather she said, "Time to focus, slave boy.  Remember me.  Who I am for you."  I mumbled "yes Mistress,"  knowing she saw my body's display of her power, my reaction and powerlessness.  "Now you will be mine and follow, not think, follow."  She then handed me a bottle of oil, and said simply.   "Worship your goddess."

I took the oil knowing it meant I was to shine. To feel the latex, smell it.  To feel her body, feel her body through it, under it, as I served. I stood, and as I did my hard cock brushed against her leg...and I felt the twitch in it, the reaction.  Desire, inspired and created, a gift from Miss.  Not punishment, but freedom.

As I lotioned rather mindlessly, in circles, and poorly I suppose, i felt her hand grab my hard erection. Lightly, almost lovingly, as she whispered to me "And how is my cock?  He seems to enjoy this?  Has he missed me?" I croaked "Yes, Miss."  even as she knew the answer, as if there was any other possible reply.  

"My cock will orgasm when I say, and will deposit your devotion on my boot, do you understand?"  

 

"Yes Miss, of course."  As her rhythm sped up and my mind went blanker and blanker, feeling her power, her will, her control over my body, but also my mind.  My sexuality, my emotions, my lust.  I felt the powerful urges, the physical clenching and tightening as the hormones surged through me.  Pre orgasm desire, holding out but also letting her dictate my reaction, as if i could make such a choice, now.

As her cock got harder and harder, She simply said "Now!"

Her cock and my body responded as trained and a spurt of white semen came out and covered her glistening boot.  My eyes clenched shut as my body orgasmed.  I went blank for a few moments, feeling the ecstasy and emotion.

And I knew what came next.  Miss simply pointed to her boot.  Wordless.   I knew what she wanted, even as I despised the act -- clean her boot, eat my orgasm and feel the power she had, over me, over my orgasm inside me.  I knew she liked watching that struggle, surrender and visual representation of power incarnate.I lowered myself and put my tongue out to lick up my orgasm.  The gooey, salty taste that even now, years into our relationship and countless orgasms later, that made me gag and recoil. But I did it, as I always do, because I know it pleases her.

After I completed my task, I looked up to see her smile.  "Good boy" she said, and with that turned around and left the room.   I stared at the Latex covered ass and just smiled.   My Mistress.  My Life. Her World.

Anonymous Confession 2

Well I did it.  I bought a beautiful Brazilian Horn stiletto switchblade.  9" of ultra sharp stiletto blade that springs out with a stroke.  Polished, glowing and ready.

Those of you who know me now know who your perverted psycho writer is.  Those of you who don't probably best hope you don't find out.  

You know how I ended up as a "sensual domme"?  I was pleasing the men.  The men who ache for a tame seductress who wants to tie them down and make them cum like a fountain.  Oh yep they will bend the knee for that fantasy.  And as a woman shocked by her own desires I counted myself fortunate to have men around me who wanted to let me control them.  And I took what was offered and gave what I thought I had to give.  I was fucking grateful.  Yes I want to tie you to the four corners of the bed....now I would like to spank you - lightly......and now I want to......oh you need to cum?....oh ok, can't neglect the almighty cock.  Would you like a little oral first?  

Oh lord it is embarrassing how very much I bottomed from the top.  And for how long.  Because the message that you must cater to men's desires goes that deep, at least for me.  And it took a long time to recognize that being gentile and careful and catering to what he wants by instinct, is not dominance.  It's not female led.  And it is not at all satisfying.  Not for me.  

I am ready to let your desires go.  I want to be the owner and mistress of the man who is truly mine.  The one who will be available for my desires, which tend to the violent; without question.  The one who is my whore.  The one that I adore.  

I like to whip, and wound and cut.  I like to slap - oh I like it a lot.  I like to punch.  I like to choke and restrain by the neck.  I like to use my hands.

I want to splay you and bind you, then run the point of this stiletto over you, down your torso, down your thighs, the point poised on your taint. pushing just enough to cause I fuss.  I want you hard throughout, including as i incise my name on your cock.  i want to pattern your thighs with bloody designs.  I want to watch the blood dry on you and crack.  I want you to hold my blade between your teeth carefully, as I fuck you to my cum and yours.  Yours NOT FOR YOU.  Yours because it fascinates me to see your cum dribble over your dried blood as you turn into a pretty pink painting for me.  Then I want to wash you, dry you; salve and seal your wounds; ensure you heal perfectly.  The love that I have for your body is unmatched.

A little irony to end with.  I asked my submissive a long time ago why his previous relationship had ended.  "Oh, she pulled a knife on me" was his response.  If all goes to plan, he is about to find out the meaning of "tip of the iceberg".  Wish me luck.

Henrik's Confession

Femdom Confessions 18/4-21

HUMILIATION! It is a curious and strange thing for me with humiliation. I really love it, get turned on by it, and at the same time i feel so extremely embarrassed and yes humiliated. Often this is in my brain because the act of humiliation is not always a scenario where anyone else but me and, of course, the Domme who has made me do the said thing knows it is even happening unless it is an act of public humiliation or verbal humiliation in front of O/others.

The act of being humiliated has been on my radar and sexuality since i was very young. Actually, i would say the very first sexual scene i can remember was 5 girls from my street where i would spend time after school as one of them was my neighbor and her mom worked at daycare so i would often go there to hang out until my parents got home. It must have been when i was about 10-11 i think, but I'm unsure since it is so many years ago, however, they wanted to see my penis. And i was reluctant and did not want to so they overpowered me and tied me. After this they were giggling, laughing, and smiling at me as they pulled down my pants and underwear making my penis exposed to them. This was so humiliating to me and of course i was beet red in my face but the thing that was strange to me and i did not understand at the time was that my penis was rock hard. The act turned me so on to be both tied up, dominated, and humiliated by this group of girls.

Now when i look back, this has played a big part in my sexuality and formed me into being a slave and wanting to submit to Dominant Women in my life. This humiliation was, of course, very much physical and very public to all involved however for me with humiliation that is not always the case. 

Lately i have been lucky enough to find a wonderful and amazing Domme Who very much loves to play with humiliation and enjoys playing with my embarrassment and She has taken me places in my humiliation were i had never dreamt of going and never imagined to be feeling so degraded but also enjoying it myself. These acts of humiliation are much more between just Her and me and not involving others directly but still the mind fuck in my brain and where the humiliation works for me is the “what if everyone around me knew” and that makes me feel so humiliated when i view myself kind of from the outside in and through the eyes of those around me feeling and thinking i know how they would think of me if they knew and in my mind probably laugh at me.

One of the things the Domme has made me do is to wear beautiful and sexy panties to work under my normal clothes. Of course, no one could see it but the feeling i had of the lace panties constantly touching my penis and knowing in my mind this was happening and with the whole office full of my Female and male colleagues around me. The funniest, and also for me the most humiliating, thing happened on Thursday as i was talking to one of my female colleagues. She was wearing a green blouse and i was wearing a green polo shirt. She and i often joke around with stuff also about having color coordinated our clothes for the day. And i said to her “we did it again today color coordinated our shirts” and she was laughing and then she said well at least only out shirts and not our underwear. This made me blush instantly because i was sitting there in pink panties and my thought was maybe…? So the humiliation of that act suddenly in my mind became even more real and intense because of her joking comment where she had no idea how close she was to hitting home. 

Mon Capitaine IV by Meldoran

MON CAPITAINE - 4

She had sent me to sleep in a kind of dark, windowless cubicle. There was no bed, no cot, just a couple of blankets on the floor, and a wrinkled pillow. I fell asleep with difficulty thinking back to Her last words..." Welcome to your nightmare of depraved submission, slut." They rumbled in my head as I kept asking myself, "why depraved submission? Why slut?"

I remembered Her, back in college, when I certainly hadn't treated Her well; but after all, it had been a teen story, to which I hadn't given any particular importance. I wondered confused whether all this justified such revenge. But more importantly, what was going on inside me? What was this about me not rebelling, not telling Her to go to hell, but instead submitting to Her whims, even the most bizarre? And why, inside me, did I seem to get pleasure from the way She treated me? What was happening to me?

I got to sleep with difficulty, and the night was quite restless. The cage that She had secured to my cock had caused considerable discomfort, if not pain. Luckily She had made me remove the gigantic plug that She had previously stuck in my ass. However, when in the early morning I heard noises beyond the door of my little room, I felt quite sore and upset. It was Saturday, with the perspective of two more days similar to the previous one.

I got up and opened the door, just in time to see Lady Mary walking towards the kitchen, smiling at me, "Good morning, my dear. Come on, breakfast is ready". I must have been crazy, because the mere sight of Her made me kneel, and follow Her on all fours, which obviously pleased Her, but she didn't comment on it. "To start the day off right, a good breakfast is just what you need, don't you think?"

Who knows, maybe I was expecting something unspeakable, but instead I was offered a 'normal' latte with some stale bread, all in the same dog bowl I had used the night before. But, in retrospect, it was probably the only normal thing about that whole day. I took to eating the soggy bread as She spoke to me, "After breakfast, after you've cleaned everything up, you'll join me in the living room, where we'll spend some time together. And where we'll have fun." As she spoke, She looked at me smiling; She was in her homely outfit, but still simple and refined at the same time, really charming.

"Come on, mon capitaine, show how much you love your Mistress." She moved one foot closer to my mouth, took off Her slipper, and without giving me time, forced me to open it and slipped all five toes between my lips, pushing energetically until I almost choked and hurt. "Oh, but then you really love me...look how you suck my toes...but I assure you that before the weekend is over you'll be sucking more than that...". The not-so-veiled threat made me wince, even more than the foot She was mercilessly pushing down my throat.

The torment lasted a few minutes, and I strained not to vomit, so deep she pushed her foot. As soon as she was satisfied with the blatant humiliation, She removed Her foot, emphasizing my labored breathing with a sneer, and stood up, ordering me to clean everything up and join Her in the living room as soon as I was done.

I cleaned and tidied up with extreme care, but very quickly, because I wanted to hurry and run to Her feet, even though I didn't know what She had in mind. I then rushed into the living room, where She was waiting for me sitting in an armchair. I can't help but say that She was divinely beautiful, which made me strangely fearful: the aggressive and authoritative male I thought I was was gone, making way for a weak and submissive little man, at least that's how it seemed.

She motioned for me to kneel in front of Her on the floor, which I did instantly. She looked at me smiling without speaking, and I felt myself emptying. Still, without speaking, She approached me slowly, grabbed me by the hair, forcing me down and simultaneously bringing my face under Her. I did not oppose. At one point, still holding me by the hair, she whispered, "Let's seal our love pact, come on, open your mouth." So saying, She collected a copious amount of saliva and let it drip between my lips, sadistically letting some of it soil my face and beard, and spitting hard at the end. "You're a servant girl, my servant girl, you know that?" and so saying, still holding me underneath Her, She slowly grabbed my earlobes, pinching them with increasing force with Her nails, until the pain became very intense.

"What do you say, we're still on time for earring holes? You'd make a gorgeous slut with a nice pair of raunchy earrings." Her laughter shook me inside, but I couldn't fight back. I felt myself sinking. "Don't worry, I won't make them for you, at least not now. We need to do something else now." She then took the plug, that giant black thing that I had already gotten to know, stood up, went behind me and, without any compliment, pushed it into my ass, causing me indescribable pain. "Good, little slut, very good."

She then returned to sit in the chair in front of me, smiling at me, and relaxed comfortably, placing Her feet on my hands and ordering me to massage them. In the meantime, while I obeyed, She slid a hand down Her white T-shirt, slowly, until she reached Her panty covered sex, which She began to caress teasingly. Apparently, seeing me naked there, massaging Her feet, excited Her. "You know, I'd love to feel your filthy tongue here, between my lips. Do you think you deserve it?"

I answered without thinking, "Yes, of course I do!" "Wrong answer, my dear. I will allow you to honor me with your tongue, but not on my sex." With that said, She slid further into the chair, displaying Her bottom to me in a provocative and somewhat obscene manner, intimating, "Lick it.

I looked at Her, noting that She always managed to surprise me. Licking her ass? But what had I become, less than an abject being, good only to lick Her most horribly unpronounceable parts? Still, I didn't react. Still, I lowered myself and let my tongue explore the roundness until I found the hole...caressing and adoring it. "Good...so...do you understand the relationship between us? I pound your ass, you lick mine..."

Hearing Her say those words was upsetting to me, and even more upsetting to see, almost from the outside, what I was like. Licking Her ass while She was giving me excruciating pain, as my member burst with grief in the metal cage. She was panting harder and harder, grabbing my hair violently and pushing my face against Her, almost howling "Cunt! Cunt!"

She came profusely on my face, drenching me with Her juices, while my pain showed no sign of abating. Begrudgingly She pushed me away, laughing in delight at seeing my state. "What is it, mon capitaine, something wrong? I wouldn't say so, given the exuberant state of your cock." She lowered Herself slightly forward until She took my cage in Her hands, and to my surprise She fumbled to remove the cage itself, so that my member shot up, hard and throbbing. "It seems to recognize its Mistress, and greet Her. We shall return the greeting."

She took something from the little table next to Her, I had no way of knowing what it was, and She lowered herself again, wrapping my member in Her hands, placing something between my skin and Her fingers sheathed in a glove She had quickly put on. I had only a moment of panic, and immediately a rush of immense pain spread from my member to my entire body. "You know, the healing virtues of nettle are well known...maybe we'll discover that it's also good against excessive arousal?" I understood what She meant, seeing the member completely wrapped in leaves of that herb. I looked at Her, almost crazy with pain and seeing how much She loved torturing me. Although she had had an orgasm only a short time before, She was obviously very aroused. Evidently, the greater my suffering, the greater Her pleasure.

She continued to move Her fingers with a deliberate slowness over my cock, masturbating me with the nettle. I was panting. I was moaning. She was smiling. She leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. "Think of what you've lost, acting the way you did, you stupid bitch..."

The pain was unbearable, but so was the voluptuousness that that kiss was giving me. My cock was on fire, torn between endless agony and equally immense pleasure. I closed my eyes, but that kiss sadly ended, and with a sudden change, Her teeth grabbed my lips in a painful grip, but it only lasted a moment.

She flinched. "Follow me, on all fours, like a dog." I obeyed, following Her as fast as I could, and we moved into a larger room, in the center of which stood a sort of medieval pillory. I shuddered at the sight of it. "That's right, here the hands, and here the neck. Yes, like this." She shut me down and I found myself pinned, but totally exposed, unable to defend myself or stand up to any possible offense. But that clearly wasn't enough. "Now we're going to play a nice game, for which, however, you'll have not to be able to see, otherwise the pleasure would be lost. Yours, and mine. So, you'll have to put on this blindfold, which will serve you...well, it will be useful for something." She put on me a black thick blindfold, which completely occluded my vision, and further amplified my feelings of fragility. I felt her fumbling with something, but I couldn't figure out what. "What is my little slut waiting for? An award? A prize?"

It was then that I felt Her grasp my head firmly, and at the same time, a hard object pressed to my lips. "Open!" I opened, and she sank a fake cock into my mouth, without any hesitation, and without any mercy. "Suck, slut, suck, tell me how you like your Mistress' cock, tell me you wanted it and craved it..." and as She spoke She pushed that horrible contraption all the way down my throat, beginning a kind of satanic dance, a sabbath in which She was the priestess and I was the sacrificial victim. Even if I wanted to, I could no longer rebel. I could not move my head, nor could I try to refuse that hard monster that with merciless rhythmicity was breaking through my mouth and making me drip rivers of drool. Her arousal seemed to increase, at least I thought so because her voice became almost hoarse and dark. "You slut! I'll pay you eventually! A penny, I'll pay you! That's what you're worth, a penny!"

This perverse dance lasted for a while, I can't say how long because time no longer had any value for me at that moment. And my other senses were also dulled, just pain, sorrow, and humiliation. It was then that I did not feel that someone else had entered the room. She, still holding my head firmly in Her hands, stopped and pulled the member from my mouth. I gasped, coughing and moving my aching jaw. "Open, again, let's not lose the rhythm" I opened, and felt my mouth filled again...but this time it was no longer Her dildo, but a real cock...hard...strained to the point of spasm. I was horrified at the thought of what was happening, as I heard Lady Mary's laughter, which made me shudder "But look...mon capitaine...a male like you...a real man…blowing a cock with the mastery of an old whore...who would have thought it!"

She let go of my head, but by now I had no reason to try to escape. The cock of that mysterious visitor had taken the place of Her dildo and was moving in my mouth, rubbing on my palate and pushing down my throat. I no longer understood anything, I no longer existed, but I could still hear Lady Mary's voice booming inside me as She brought herself behind me and placed her hands on my bareback. "Hic et nunc, here and now. My vengeance admits no delay in its implementation. And you will remain my slave for life. For always. Mine."

She threw a coin on the ground, saying: "I paid you, whore. I am buying you, for eternity." She sank Her nails into my flesh and ran Her fingers through it, surely leaving deep marks on my back. And the pain and humiliation merged into that one word, "MINE!"

Remote Control Boy by Cam Inventor Jules

REMOTE CONTROL BOY by CAM INVENTOR JULES

I'm walking into the lounge from the kitchen, holding a coffee for her and a tea for me.  She looks up from her book, stares straight at me and says two words, in quick succession.

"Enable"

"Freeze"

Something inside my head goes bang - like a fuse, or a firework.  I'm frozen - literally unable to move.  I can see, I can breathe...my heart is still beating, fortunately.  But all my muscles are stuck solid, like I'm a statue.

She gets up from her chair and walks over to me.  She puts her hand on the back of my neck, feeling the small scar that's there.

"Remember, a few weeks back," she says, gently rubbing the scar. "You fell and hit your head.  You ended up in hospital and had to have that minor operation?"

I want to nod.  Of course I remember waking up feeling like I'd just stepped out of an industrial washing machine but I can't move - my eyes meet hers.  All I can do is scream with them.

"You didn't, of course.  That was a little lie."  She reaches down and cradles my balls, stroking my cock.  I can feel it - it feels as good as ever, but...I'm not responding like I should.  I remain...flaccid.

"Ready."  One word.

The rush of blood to my cock is so sudden I feel for a second or two as if I'm going to pass out.  Almost instantly, I have the biggest erection I think I've ever had, and I feel right on the edge, as if I am about to cum at any moment.  At the same time, I feel as if it is impossible for me to cum.

"I had you implanted.  Its new, experimental.   It's taken the last three weeks to graft completely to your nervous system.  But now, you're..."  she giggles, stroking the hard cock between my legs and feeling her clit convulse at the thought ... "my biological sex toy.  Voice activated."

I say nothing - of course I can't; I'm stuck in place.  She takes my tea and puts it down on the table.  She takes her coffee too, and starts to sip it before it gets too cold.

"What do you think of this?"

I feel a rubber-band ping in my throat - my vocal chords are working.  "I...What the...is this legal?"

"Shut up." My mouth snaps shut. "I don't care what you think anyway. Put some clothes on, we're going out."

I start to move again - I feel strange; moving yet not really in control as I walk to the bedroom and pull on a shirt and trousers.  I put on socks, shoes, and a thin jacket and head to the front door, where I seem able to control myself, yet I am oddly unable to move from the spot.

Mistress appears, pulling on her jacket, and opens the door.  "Follow."  I follow her outside and close the door behind me.  We walk down the road to the shopping arcade, where there's a coffee shop Mistress likes to frequent.  We're in the queue, when she turns, lifts herself up on her tiptoes and whispers in my ear

"Leak"

Oh god!  I get a strange warmness in my crotch; that feeling that men know when their prostate is active, and I feel a sticky warmth oozing out of my cock.  I look down in horror.  "I'm..." I gasp, covering myself up with my jacket and glaring at her, ashamed and furious.

She just grins, turns to the counter and places our order.  I continue to leak into my pants. I hurry behind her to a spare table where we sit down.  I hope nobody has seen me but I feel sure they have.

"You can stop now" she says, as she pours some milk into her coffee.

"What the actual..." I start to hiss at her, still not quite believing what she's done.

"Oh yes, lamb.  It's quite real.  The latest tech.  We’ll finish our coffee and then I’ll take you home and you’re going to fuck me for hours."

We finish our drinks, almost in silence.  What more control does this thing have over me? It seems total.  She has fun using the key word “ready” as we walk down the street, but soon enough we’re home.  As usual, I strip – not being allowed clothes indoors without permission – and wait nervously for her next move.

“Ready!”  I spring to attention again.  “Mmmm…nice – and all mine! Now head to the bedroom and lie on the bed.  Once you lie down, freeze.”

“Y….yes, Mistress,” I say, nervously.  I walk to the bedroom with my hard cock waggling in front of me, and stop as I get to the bedroom door.  What happens if I don’t get onto the bed?  I feel my foot move, without me telling it to.  I’m dragged towards the bed.  I try to hold myself back but as much as I strain against myself, my muscles move me, laying me down on the bed, stretched out, and I become immobile.

Mistress enters the room, naked.  I try to look and admire her body, but I can only glimpse out of the corner of my eyes; I can’t turn my head.  She climbs on top of me, mounts me and starts using me.

“Quiver.” My cock starts twitching.  The muscle contractions soon become agony, but there’s nothing I can do to object.  She rides me as I twitch in sync inside her.

“Lots more I can do, Mine.  I think I’m going to have you strip in front of my friends at a party, and freeze.  Then I can brand you and you won’t even flinch.  Or I can get you on your hands and knees in a bar and have all the men take your cunt.”  The ideas keep coming, increasingly breathlessly, as she rides me to her orgasm and cums hard, lying down on top of me to rest, my stiff cock, still “ready”, still inside her.

She kisses me hard. “Yes. I’m going to have a lot of fun with this, toy!”

Rorke's Sissy Alphabet

 RORKE'S SISSY ALPHABET

A is for Attention- Both to detail and your pose.

B is for Bustier- worn under those male clothes.

C is for Chastity- Lock that cock in a cage.

D is Denier- I hear 5 to 15 is all the rage.

E is for Estim- What a distracting teasy treat.

F is for False Nails- Long, sharp and neat.

G is for Gown- it's love at first sight.

H is for Hair Removal- Lest you give someone a fright!

I is for Inspection- Show them what you got.

J is for Jessica- That's you new name, is it not?

K is for Knickers- frilly and lacy to amuse.

L is Lube- for when you're anally abused.

M is for Mistress- The Goddess you serve.

N is for Naughty Corner- It's what you deserve.

O is for Oral- now that's both cock and cunt.

P is for Penis Gag- That fills your mouth to make you grunt.

Q is for Quickly- you'll snap to your tasks.

R is for Red- The colour of your Basques.

S is for Suspeder Belt- Clipped to those stocking tops.

T is for Tied- Rope around your wrists, ankles and cock.

U is for Understanding- She knows you're a sissy.

V  is for Voice- Make sure it's sweet, soft and pretty.

W is for Waist- A clincher and corset brings it in.

X is for XX- Might as well throw that Y chromosome in the bin!

Y is for Yearning- For her attention and to cum.

Z is for Zipper- Do it up and start the fun!

Stallion's Confession

My confession.   

I hope this is the correct way to do this.   

I feel like its almost impossible to find an outlet for my personal Kinks.  I like Femdom I love to be around Strong women. But I am not much in to being a simple sub. I have been in the past, in various forms. 

An obedient soft slave of sorts. that wore a collar and did as told. Trying hard to be a good boy.   

I have also been a Defiant disobedient slave and sub.  And disobeyed and did as much as i could to be punished. 

These can be fun, But sadly they do not really scratch the Itch that builds up.  

I am a Role player at heart. And love to play out scenes. Where I get to play the Cocky Arrogant defiant and lusty type.   A Barbarian.   The boastful guy at the gym. The pushy Head of the football team.  

The men that often I feel deserve to end up in trouble and being taught a lesson.  These types of roles, play in to my kinks very well.   I also enjoy just being the nice guy or maybe the Ill fated Slave that does not know what is coming. Lured in by a pretty face or a smoldering Temptress. Who turns out to be a Femme Fatal. 

No matter the theme. The desire is to find myself Bound maybe Gagged, I love being a Captive. Being Held and bound and locked up against my will.  and seeing a woman walk towards me with Lust and Mischief in her eyes.  A desire to see me struggle and fight. But ultimately be at her mercy. 

To be teased, taunted, and tormented. 

Watching her eyes slip over my body. Seeing the way being bound puts me on display for her.  Her hands explore pull at my hair, Pinch at my skin. Scratch her way down to pulling away the last bit of covering I have Letting my pride and lust fall free for her to see. 

In my fantasies I am well gifted. A large length of flesh that hangs for her to admire. She looks at it like its a meal. Like a cat looking at a cornered mouse.  She is going to have her fun at my expense.  And I cant stop her. 

Soft touches. As she takes it in her hand. coaxing it to wake for her. To rise to her bidding. She lets it go and steps a way. giving me more to look at. Slipping from the clothing she wore. Letting me see what I had desired.  At first I think maybe this will be fun. Maybe this is just going to be a bit of Kinky play.  But she quickly dispels that with a snapping kick. 

Her foot now bare flashes up to catch my low hanging fruits. A swift strike that makes me want to buckle and groan. Trying to protect myself. But bound as I am, I can't....   She laughs, Seeing me so powerless. She steps closer and this time her strike is a lot more intimate. Her body close Breasts pressed to my chest My semi hard length trapped between us as she drive her Knee up. Watching my face, my eyes as she does. 

It leaves me coughing and almost retching as she steppes away. Letting me have that small reprieve. She moves slowly hips swaying. She uses her body as a weapon. As the pain aches in my belly, She draws my eyes and my mind away from it.  she works to raise my lust as well. Her rear, her back, her legs, She touches herself. Leading my eyes where she wants them to go. She teases me with her body. Touching herself. Then looking at me, Her eyes falling down to my manhood,  at the part she is focused on. 

She stops her tease as she steps close again. This time she is gentle. once again caressing and coaxing my pride to rise. Taking it in hand she starts to slowly stroke it. She uses the wetness from her own lust to stroke over the tip. working the soft skin down to reveal the swollen plump head. She toys with it. Bringing the hard flesh back to life. After the shock of the previous pain. 

Any protests I try to make die in the gag. As she takes her time and works the hard flesh to be as rampant as she wants it to be. She glances at my eyes. She knows this feels good. Even as the rest of my body aches she makes me feel this, pulling me from the pain in to the lust again. Making me feel both, to mix the two in my core.  

In time she pulls her hands away. leaving the turgid flesh to bounce freely.  Watching it jump and jerk as i tense my inner muscles. The sounds i make as if begging her to continue.  She has me on that edge. Now she backs away. A hand moving over her body again.  She speaks,  A soft laugh as she watches me so bound and powerless and still begging with my eyes.  She tells me she wants to play a game.  She wants to see how well I can resist her charms. If I can do as she wants me to, no matter how hard it gets. 

If I Win. Well she will give me what it was I Really wanted. 

If I loose though. Well then She will gets what she really wants.   

I am torn. My body is on edge and I cant really think straight. I give her a look and nod. 

She smirks.  Telling me I did not really have a choice. But likes to see how eager I am . 

She comes back oil in hand. She pours some in her hands and coats her inner thighs. As she steps up to me. Her hands move up over my chest as her legs wrap around my  screaming hard length. She crosses her ankles and using me to keep balance she starts to roll her hips her legs stroking back and forth forward and back over the trapped flesh. her hot and still wet sex pressed to the hard member. as she grinds on it her own face showing how good it feel. She Pushes and pulls rolled her thighs against each other as she moves and watches the way my skin flushes and my heart starts to race.   

She turns her rear now pressed to my belly. Her legs again wrapping around as she starts to push back in to me. Pumping and huffing. Her oiled hands reach for the head the end of my lusty member that she can see poking from her thighs. She starts to roll and twist her hands around the tender sensitive head. Making my body shudder and jump. She tells me. sternly. I am not allowed to make a mess. I have to hold back to keep enduring. 

Its a loosing battle. She has already gotten me too close. And now .. Now I am gritting my teeth and bearing down on my inner muscles trying to hold off. But as her hands toy and polish the head. Its far to much. I let out a screaming moan. As the first gush of my lust jumps free. She watches as it spills. long Ropes of lust falling to the floor as she keeps her thighs working. 

Its just a few moments But it feel like an eternity. As she slowly stepped away. looking at the mess she shakes her head. She is disappointed she says, but her eyes give away the excitement she is feeling. She walks to a table and returns with a device. It opens to show a stretched elastic ring. Seizing my sensitive length she pushes the stretched ring to the base and then lets the device release it. It bites in tight. making the hard length look strangled as the veins stand out and then start to darken.  She smiles her wicked smile. And walks back to the table. This time she picked up a pair of shears. Her eyes are vicious and lust filled as she walks back. opening and closing the blades. in a snapping motion. As she looks at the strangled flesh. 

She looks in to my eyes and says since i failed that I obviously do not deserve to keep such a big toy. Since i cant control it.  She places the blades around the glistening member and leans in and drags her teeth over my chest. I am struggling fighting trying to get free. My head tossing my hair whipping around, Then i lock eyes with her.  I can see the lust and pleasure she is feeling. The burning heat of that look as she snaps the blades closed. 

 ......   As you can see My kinks are dark and wicked. Very hard to find someone that likes to play these out. And have fun with the wicked play.     I don't mind being a good boy. Being an obedient boy. but for me the real way to scratch my itch is to put me in the deep dark dungeon and make me beg for mercy that will not be shown .