An actual play session interactively written by: Syriana Paine and her boy, Maddox Kaestner
(verb tenses adapted and names replaced with pronouns to be more story like for the reading)
It had been a particularly long night and she was feeling a bit fragile. Her boy made a cheeky comment about stroking her ego, and that made her grin in delight. She took him home after work for the night and called him over behind her.
He grinned and slid in behind Her, leaning in to kiss Her, sliding his tongue over Her lips playfully before whispering, "So You gonna let me stroke that, errr 'ego' of Yours, my Mistress?"
She smirked playfully at her naughty boy, as she covered his hand with hers, dragging it down her belly, just over her tiny panties, knowing her wetness had soaked through...'Well, you have been a rather good boy today, haven't you?'
He grinned ever so close to Her lips, feeling Her pull his hand closer to his desire, the tips of his fingers rubbing gently across the wetness, teasing, feeling Her body responding to him, "MMmm yes, my Mistress, a very good boy."
She shuddered gently, feeling him toy with her, thinking to herself she should have known his hands wouldnt stay still....she debated a moment on chastizing him, but decided to make him suffer instead....'Ooo, mmmmm yes a good boy, that's hungry I see......you can stroke it, outside my panties.....and no licking your fingers......' She smirked.
The boy sighed as he realized She was now taunting him, his manhood hardening between them, the bulge of his shorts pressed against her ass. He nodded and answers, "Yes, my Mistress.", obediently, though he longed to taste Her. He slid his fingers along the outside of Her panties, feeling the moistness increasing, and he slowly applied more pressure, the tip of his finger targeting Her clit, circling it, flicking at it, before pressing firmly against it.
She trembled at his touch, almost cursing him for knowing how to get to her so quickly, she reached into her little stash for a tiny blade and ever so gently cut off his shorts, then down the front of her dress, shimmying jsut a bit so it slid off her, now leaving all that's between them her thigh boots and tiny little thong
He curiously eyed the glint of metal as he saw the blade in her hand. His muscles tensed as she precisely cut away at his shorts, the excitement of the danger felt in the moment causing his cock to harden even more. He felt his shorts pool at his feet, as her dress joined them. He kept his hand in place, firmly rubbing Her sex, knowing it was driving Her crazy, with his hard cock pressed against Her bare ass.
She moaned through their impassioned kiss, pulling at his hair, her hips grinding back into him, able to feel his hard cock shoved down her crack, trapped there, unable to move, she teased him back.
He moaned and grunted as he felt his cock trapped against Her ass, straining to grow harder between them as she pressed back against it. His hand never stopped it's motion, his fingers working over and over her clit, sliding down further, teasing the entrance of her pussy, lightly pulling at the cloth of her panties, wanting to remove them, but not daring to, as she ordered him.
She growled louder, her hunger fueled by his throbbing cock, deciding she could make this torture much sweeter, she turned, never breaking their kiss, facing him now as her leg wraps up around him, she began to roll her hips over him, pressing into him almost painfully, as her stone felt clit sent frenzied pulses of pleasure through her with each movement she made.
He groaned as she turned, their lips still pressed against each other, feeling her legs straddling his hard throbbing manhod. He moaned louder, needfully, as She toyed with him, knowing She was enjoying his torture for Her pleasure. He too, secretly enjoyed it, though perhaps not as much as a secret as he hoped it was. He kissed Her deeply, harder, wanting more, needing more, with pure desire for Her.
She growled louder into their kiss as her body began to rock harder against him, god how she wanted that cock inside her, but she was careful not to let him know that just yet. She pulled back a moment, her eyes full with lust and desire for him, her back arched, she pressed in further, grinding her clit on the hard ridges of his cock, 'God you feel good, my little slut, so FUCKING good'
The boy nearly panted as She continued to tease him, taunting him, such sweet torture it was to feel Her rocking against his swollen cock. Her words driving him, pushing his desire, his hips pressed into Her instinctively. He moaned and gruffly answered, "Ohhh godd, so do You, my Mistress."
She rocked her body harder against him, letting his tip get dangerously close to inside her, all of her body screaming at her for not letting him side her just yet. Reaching over she pulled at his padlock on his nipple, twisting it a bit, wanting to confuse his senses just a little.
He groaned as he felt his cock ever so close to Her entrance, trying in vain to push into Her, wanting to feel Her tight pussy wrapped around his aching cock. He clenched his jaw and winced as She twisted the padlock attached to his nipple, his body tensed as the pain shot through him. "Nghhhh shit..." he grunted.
She laughed a dark sound hearing his pain, 'What's the matter WHORE, you didn't like that? You wanted something different? Maybe you want to set the pace here?' She teased him knowing he knew she'd never allow that....she stepped back a bit and open handedly smacked his face, 'Poor little SLUT, lay down, NOW!' she yelled at him and stood over him, but not before slipping out of her thong. She laid in front of him pressing her ass so close to him, her pussy coating his cock thoroughly, knowing how easily it could slip in. She growled, 'Don't you DARE put that little cock inside me, you hear me bitch boy?' She began writhing and caressing him, tenderly, further confusing his senses.
He gasped as She spok to him so harshly, then startled as he felt the sharp slap to his face, though shocked by the strike, he moaned with the pleasure of the sting. He quickly obeyed, hearing Her tone, moaning as he felt Her pressed against him, his cock slick with Her juices, wanting so desperately to sink his cock deep inside Her. he felt his face flush to match the handprint on his cheek as She teased him about his cock, he moaned again as he was driven deeper into his submission to Her.
She‧ took his hand and slid it up and down her slick body, over her breasts, cupping them, teasing his cock further with her ass, unsure how much longer she herself could take it, rolling over on her tummy, 'Kiss my back, be close, but don't let that LITTLE cock inside me' she growled at him. After a moment she rolled him on his back and began grinding harder, slower...... so close to his tip..... 'You want to be inside dont you little bitch boy..... to use that LITTLE cock to try and please me, is that it, WHORE?'
He quickly slid over Her as ordered his hands explored, caressed, gripped, groped, wanting to feel all of Her. his lips moved over Her body, kissing, licking, tasting Her sweet skin. He felt Her push him onto his back and straddle him, his desire so close, as She moved Her pussy to the tip of his engorged cock. He panted his desires, "Yes please, my Mistress, please let me put my cock inside You.....please...." he begged, not daring to lift his hips, though it was killing him to refrain.
Her lip curled into a grin at him, her eyes squinted in a pseudo disgusted look, 'that LITTLE cock is supposed to please me? You really think?' With that she took him fully inside her, gripping his cock as tightly as she could, causing herself to feel pain from it even as the length of his shaft consumes her. His cock wasnt little at all, but she loved how teasing him drove him to push harder to please her. She kept him at the hilt, raking her nails down his chest, held so tightly he couldn't move his pulsating member, 'Well then, you fucking disgusting whore, PLEASE ME!' with that she slapped his face once on each side of his cheek.
He gasped as She lowered Herself onto his cock, Her words ringing in his ears. He moaned loudly as he felt Her so tight around his cock, nearly pushing him over the edge immediately. He wanted to thrust inside Her, knowing he was close to his release before She ever allowed him to enter Her. He grunted as he felt Her nails dragging across his flesh, leaving the desired red marks in their wake. As She spoke again, he felt the stinging slaps to his face, "Arghhhh..." he cried as he began to show Her he can please Her he started to thrust his cock inside Her, hard and steady, knowing he couldn't hold out much longer, but wanting to please Her, he struggled to maintain.
She moaned out loudly, riding him hard, knowing he was close, wanting to push him harder, 'Is that all you've got SLUT? I bet you cant even fuck for long, your cock is USELESS for fucking, that's why you GET FUCKED more than you're allowed to fuck. Go ahead, cum then, HARD and deep inside, and then..... you're gonna lick and suck it all out of me until I cum..... you like the taste of boy cum these days anyways, so you should be craving it.... go on, DO IT....... cum for me!'
He plunged his cock quickly in and out of her tight pussy, wanting to hold back, needing to prove himself, but knowing he'd lost that battle. Her tauntings and humiliating words pushed him over the edge. He stiffened as his cock swole and suddenly exploded inside Her, filling Her with his hot seed. "ARGhhhh fuckkkkk...." he panted and grunted as his cock released the last of his cum. He fell back, spent, but knowing he had another job to do, and with that he grinned and awaited his Mistress to allow him his guilty pleasure.
She cried out feeling him fill her up, almost sending her over herself, she fought like hell to stop it, laughing instead...... shaking her head, 'Just as I thought, useless boy' She stood up, grabbed him by the hair and drug him over to her, 'Now, you better eat this pussy like it's the last time you ever get to and don't miss ONE drop of cum, yours OR mine.'
He sighed as she teased him, wincing painfully as She drug him by his hair. He listened to his instruction, and pressed his face firmly between Her spread legs, his tongue extending to slide over Her dripping wet lips. he tasted her juices as well as his own cum, which dripped from Her, his stomach churning slightly as he still found it difficult to wrap around his head the thought of him licking up and drinking his own cum, or that of any man for that matter. But for his Mistress he would nearly do anything. He busily lapped at her pussy, sucking at Her hard clit, pushing his head against her grindings, his breath nearly taken as he buried his tongue inside Her, sucking noises filling the air as he silently plead for Her to fill his mouth with Her cum.
Overcome and ready, she screamed out riding his face uncontrollably as her platformed boot drug up and own his back, she grabbed a fist full of hair and pushed him in deeper. His hunger for her consuming him, her body released, screaming out loudly, wave after wave of pleasured shudders coarsing through her.
After a few moments of panting and trying to collect herself, she spoke softly to him, 'what a good boy, My good boy, come with me..... let me wrap you up.'
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Welcome Home
Submitted by: Ravanys Lavendel
Dear Syriana,
It has been almost two months and four days since my last confession.
I have overcome tremendous adversity in life. I have sailed to distant lands, captured minds and hearts, enslaved poor, young men to serve my whim throughout my life, and generally have done many amazing things that I can't even begin to mention here, not the least of which for fear that it may incriminate a few noteworthy and famous - albeit married - gentlemen of reputation. Now, however, I have been tasked with what I had feared could be the insurmountable.
I have had to take a day job.
Dressed like a common laborer in (*wretched, disgusted sound here*) hospital scrubs.... with the mandatory color of.... WISTERIA... I am now part of what this Corporate Catholic Culture considers "their healthcare team." In trying to find ways that I might exercise my dominance at work, I became excited thinking I might get to bring a few physicians to their knees, tease some unsuspecting orderly, and generally attempt to sexually harass the weak as I saw fit in my new reign of queendom.
Then I found out the ugly truth. I wasn't really going to see anyone like that. I was going to be pretty much locked up in a room with about 12 other ladies, most of whom were about fifty seven years of age. With only occasional visits from the IT guy.
And everyone knows that IT guys do not look you in the eye, so they are immune to my supernatural charms.
(deep sigh).
In times like these, I pull deep from the well of sisterhood to find strength. I miss my friends at Dominion so much, and I am so exhausted when I come home from this draining probationary period at the hospital only to fall asleep after I've finished my other work here at home. And so, I will leave you with this parting conversation. The end of my confession that my job is not exciting, sexy, or fun. I don't even get to flirt.
"Oh, this is lovely. What a beautiful design."
"No, no, Miss. We aren't *here*. We're down in the basement. This is just where the physicians do their dictation."
"Ahh, okay. Great! Well, you lead."
*long pause, footsteps*
"Oh my. This is down into the bowels of the building isn't it?"
"It is."
"It hasn't been updated in some time it looks like. That looks like a very old design, but neatly kept. Very well built. That stonework is just amazing. Beautiful in its own way."
"Well, I'll tell you a little secret. Did you know what our wing was back in 1924, when they opened?"
"No, what?"
"It was the Convent."
So there you have it, my friends. Welcome home, Sister Ravanys.
Dear Syriana,
It has been almost two months and four days since my last confession.
I have overcome tremendous adversity in life. I have sailed to distant lands, captured minds and hearts, enslaved poor, young men to serve my whim throughout my life, and generally have done many amazing things that I can't even begin to mention here, not the least of which for fear that it may incriminate a few noteworthy and famous - albeit married - gentlemen of reputation. Now, however, I have been tasked with what I had feared could be the insurmountable.
I have had to take a day job.
Dressed like a common laborer in (*wretched, disgusted sound here*) hospital scrubs.... with the mandatory color of.... WISTERIA... I am now part of what this Corporate Catholic Culture considers "their healthcare team." In trying to find ways that I might exercise my dominance at work, I became excited thinking I might get to bring a few physicians to their knees, tease some unsuspecting orderly, and generally attempt to sexually harass the weak as I saw fit in my new reign of queendom.
Then I found out the ugly truth. I wasn't really going to see anyone like that. I was going to be pretty much locked up in a room with about 12 other ladies, most of whom were about fifty seven years of age. With only occasional visits from the IT guy.
And everyone knows that IT guys do not look you in the eye, so they are immune to my supernatural charms.
(deep sigh).
In times like these, I pull deep from the well of sisterhood to find strength. I miss my friends at Dominion so much, and I am so exhausted when I come home from this draining probationary period at the hospital only to fall asleep after I've finished my other work here at home. And so, I will leave you with this parting conversation. The end of my confession that my job is not exciting, sexy, or fun. I don't even get to flirt.
"Oh, this is lovely. What a beautiful design."
"No, no, Miss. We aren't *here*. We're down in the basement. This is just where the physicians do their dictation."
"Ahh, okay. Great! Well, you lead."
*long pause, footsteps*
"Oh my. This is down into the bowels of the building isn't it?"
"It is."
"It hasn't been updated in some time it looks like. That looks like a very old design, but neatly kept. Very well built. That stonework is just amazing. Beautiful in its own way."
"Well, I'll tell you a little secret. Did you know what our wing was back in 1924, when they opened?"
"No, what?"
"It was the Convent."
So there you have it, my friends. Welcome home, Sister Ravanys.
Discoman & Panzerboy City at War: Episode 1
Submitted by: Eroyan Barmy
“I will survive”
All day the t.v. had been broadcasting that people in the south side should stay in their homes and not venture out. That the situation would soon be under control and not to panic but to simply remain out of the way of the Dominion Police that was attempting to restore order. As I looked at my wife and two children I wasn’t so sure. First a couple of weeks ago there is this huge fight out in the fields and some crazy nut named Garlak that was trying to take over everything gets thwarted or something. But now I’m not so sure things are better. The whole south side of the City of Dominion erupted into gang warfare yesterday and it’s like living in a demilitarized zone or something. Even know as I barricade our apartment door, and hold my wife and children as we watch the news showing Disco-man taking out some thugs, I can’t help but wonder if it isn’t worse now.
With most of the worst gang leaders captured or dead that was with the nut Garlak it seems every gang in Dominion was attempting to gain control over the city. Some gangs split and were fighting each other others trying to run people off and some where just fighting to fight. The whole south side was under siege from inside and outside. Surrounded by police and even the Dominion National Guard had been called out. It had been non-stop and I just kept doing my best to tell my family we would be alright.
The hero’s of Dominion were running all over the place trying to save as many as they could we had already watched several news casts of Disco-man, Panzer-boy, Gentleman Caller and even reports of this shadowy figure only known as Huntress saving citizens as best as they could. But it would still take time before things were under control.
I was a simple man I didn’t even own a gun thou some might have said that was foolish for where I lived but if I could afford a gun I wouldn’t be living in the south side. There were good people here it is just that there are bad people too and they liked to get together and blackmail rape steal even enslave people. My family wasn’t one of the kind that went for the whole control thing we were traditional. Husband my beautiful wife and children married for twelve glorious years so far and I went to work every day and did my best for them. Now it seems as I looked at my six year old that “Daddy will have to protect the family”.
Yes Daddy would keep them safe no matter what it took. My wife comforted the children as got up and went to our bedroom and got my baseball bat and set it by the couch and I settled down and put my eight year old on my lap.
“Will a hero save us daddy?” My eight year old asked.
“Yes sweetie it won’t be long now and one of the hero’s will be here and take us out of danger. But they are busy with people who are being hurt. So we have to just stay together and wait our turn.”
“Oh I hope its Panzer-Boy that saves us Daddy.” My six year old said.
“Why is that?”
“Cause I wanna ask him if he will let me try on his helmet.” He replied.
We couldn’t help it my wife and I smiled and my eight year old laughed. Suddenly in the middle of all this peril we were a stronger family laughing about what we would ask hero’s if we actually met them.
As they talked I was drawn back to the t.v. reporting that the police had moved past 38th avenue heading towards the 40th block district. I sighed a bit and felt a little better the cops were only about three blocks away now and if they kept taking back blocks and streets they should be here in a few hours.
I laughed at my daughter saying she wanted to dress as huntress for Halloween and I told her maybe when she was a little older. I’m not sure I wanted my daughter running around trick or treating in tight leather or latex.
Then the window broke out and my wife and I pushed the children to the floor as stray bullets sprang through the window into the ceiling a few of our neighbor’s screamed as they hit other windows.
“Oh God Harold!” my wife said “they are shooting at us!”
“Easy Linda easy.” Noticing that the bullets had stopped coming in.
Slowly I got up and crept to the window and looked out. Down on the street gunfire was still sporadic but I saw a tricked out caddy roaring down the street and swinging around the corner packed full of Bullet Eaters. Bullet Eaters are the kind of gang that even gave gangs a bad name. They lived to do nothing but create chaos. Seems they were just enjoying the mayhem buy roaring up and down the streets unloading on everything.
I closed the curtains and after a little maneuvering got a mattress over the broken window. Then helping my family back up we decided to sit on the floor. Well what we told the children was we were going to have a picnic in the house. We laid out a blanket and my wife made sandwiches and we sat around the t.v. listening to the news and stories. A more detailed story was coming up about Disco-Man and a recent act of heroism he had done at the old movie theater on 37th street. Calming the children enough to pay attention they finally got into watching one of their hero’s in action as a news crew was right there when it happened.
I looked at my wife and smiled at her she smiled by trying to be as strong as I was. But I know she didn’t have to pretend she was tough she married me didn’t she. That thought only made me smile more as my children cheered at the report. I heard a breaking sound down on the street and got up to look.
My heart leapt into my throat the metal bars locked by the manager in our build was being torn off its hinges by four large men all flying gang colors. They would be in the building soon after they broke the door down. I hoped someone in our building had a gun and could fight them off. Or secretly where the hell were the Bullet Eaters when you could use a well timed drive by.
I turned around and my children were still watching the news report. My wife looked at me concerned. I just told her it was alright nothing to worry about. But she knew I was lying as I sat down and put the bat across my knees so I could watch the door. But to her credit she didn’t say anything and just held her babies in her arms.
Yes my dear child Daddy will protect you no matter what it takes. I let me eyes drift between the door and T.V. Waiting and hoping a hero would come.
“I will survive”
All day the t.v. had been broadcasting that people in the south side should stay in their homes and not venture out. That the situation would soon be under control and not to panic but to simply remain out of the way of the Dominion Police that was attempting to restore order. As I looked at my wife and two children I wasn’t so sure. First a couple of weeks ago there is this huge fight out in the fields and some crazy nut named Garlak that was trying to take over everything gets thwarted or something. But now I’m not so sure things are better. The whole south side of the City of Dominion erupted into gang warfare yesterday and it’s like living in a demilitarized zone or something. Even know as I barricade our apartment door, and hold my wife and children as we watch the news showing Disco-man taking out some thugs, I can’t help but wonder if it isn’t worse now.
With most of the worst gang leaders captured or dead that was with the nut Garlak it seems every gang in Dominion was attempting to gain control over the city. Some gangs split and were fighting each other others trying to run people off and some where just fighting to fight. The whole south side was under siege from inside and outside. Surrounded by police and even the Dominion National Guard had been called out. It had been non-stop and I just kept doing my best to tell my family we would be alright.
The hero’s of Dominion were running all over the place trying to save as many as they could we had already watched several news casts of Disco-man, Panzer-boy, Gentleman Caller and even reports of this shadowy figure only known as Huntress saving citizens as best as they could. But it would still take time before things were under control.
I was a simple man I didn’t even own a gun thou some might have said that was foolish for where I lived but if I could afford a gun I wouldn’t be living in the south side. There were good people here it is just that there are bad people too and they liked to get together and blackmail rape steal even enslave people. My family wasn’t one of the kind that went for the whole control thing we were traditional. Husband my beautiful wife and children married for twelve glorious years so far and I went to work every day and did my best for them. Now it seems as I looked at my six year old that “Daddy will have to protect the family”.
Yes Daddy would keep them safe no matter what it took. My wife comforted the children as got up and went to our bedroom and got my baseball bat and set it by the couch and I settled down and put my eight year old on my lap.
“Will a hero save us daddy?” My eight year old asked.
“Yes sweetie it won’t be long now and one of the hero’s will be here and take us out of danger. But they are busy with people who are being hurt. So we have to just stay together and wait our turn.”
“Oh I hope its Panzer-Boy that saves us Daddy.” My six year old said.
“Why is that?”
“Cause I wanna ask him if he will let me try on his helmet.” He replied.
We couldn’t help it my wife and I smiled and my eight year old laughed. Suddenly in the middle of all this peril we were a stronger family laughing about what we would ask hero’s if we actually met them.
As they talked I was drawn back to the t.v. reporting that the police had moved past 38th avenue heading towards the 40th block district. I sighed a bit and felt a little better the cops were only about three blocks away now and if they kept taking back blocks and streets they should be here in a few hours.
I laughed at my daughter saying she wanted to dress as huntress for Halloween and I told her maybe when she was a little older. I’m not sure I wanted my daughter running around trick or treating in tight leather or latex.
Then the window broke out and my wife and I pushed the children to the floor as stray bullets sprang through the window into the ceiling a few of our neighbor’s screamed as they hit other windows.
“Oh God Harold!” my wife said “they are shooting at us!”
“Easy Linda easy.” Noticing that the bullets had stopped coming in.
Slowly I got up and crept to the window and looked out. Down on the street gunfire was still sporadic but I saw a tricked out caddy roaring down the street and swinging around the corner packed full of Bullet Eaters. Bullet Eaters are the kind of gang that even gave gangs a bad name. They lived to do nothing but create chaos. Seems they were just enjoying the mayhem buy roaring up and down the streets unloading on everything.
I closed the curtains and after a little maneuvering got a mattress over the broken window. Then helping my family back up we decided to sit on the floor. Well what we told the children was we were going to have a picnic in the house. We laid out a blanket and my wife made sandwiches and we sat around the t.v. listening to the news and stories. A more detailed story was coming up about Disco-Man and a recent act of heroism he had done at the old movie theater on 37th street. Calming the children enough to pay attention they finally got into watching one of their hero’s in action as a news crew was right there when it happened.
I looked at my wife and smiled at her she smiled by trying to be as strong as I was. But I know she didn’t have to pretend she was tough she married me didn’t she. That thought only made me smile more as my children cheered at the report. I heard a breaking sound down on the street and got up to look.
My heart leapt into my throat the metal bars locked by the manager in our build was being torn off its hinges by four large men all flying gang colors. They would be in the building soon after they broke the door down. I hoped someone in our building had a gun and could fight them off. Or secretly where the hell were the Bullet Eaters when you could use a well timed drive by.
I turned around and my children were still watching the news report. My wife looked at me concerned. I just told her it was alright nothing to worry about. But she knew I was lying as I sat down and put the bat across my knees so I could watch the door. But to her credit she didn’t say anything and just held her babies in her arms.
Yes my dear child Daddy will protect you no matter what it takes. I let me eyes drift between the door and T.V. Waiting and hoping a hero would come.
Sweet Torture
Submitted by: Coco Firanelli
My mantoy arrived looking really hot. My gentle giant... all 6"4 of him dressed in black with stylish italian black shoes. He was ordered to strip and then got down on his knees to greet and worship his Goddess before he followed Me into the bedroom on all fours where he was greeted Goddess style. We lost ourselves in time as he was teased mercilessly and I took My pleasure... I almost forgot we had a play date to attend. It was a surprise...
So we arrived unfashionably late to a scene My Domme friend was hosting with her two female submissives. We missed some of the action. Apparently one of the girls was a pain slut and had been beaten harshly then fucked with a fuck machine even more harshly by the looks of it. The two girls were naked. The one who was beaten was proudly displaying her marks clearly and happily in subspace. Mine was ordered to strip while My Domme friend and I stepped aside and had a little discussion. I explained My toy was being trained for obedience and endurance. Convienantly Her other girl was a slut who was being trained to be a cumbucket service whore. It was perfect! We both went back out and I allowed My friend to inspect him. 'You certainly find them big', She said as She gave his cock a tug.
My friend informed Her slut she was being given an opportunity. The slut already had her eyes fixed on the only cock in the room. I was told she had been absolutely dying for cock. This might be more than she bargained for. My friend said... 'go to him, on your knees, and suck the cum out of his cock in 10 minutes or else.' With that She slapped the girl's ass. As the girl got down on her knees before him... I instructed Mine firmly 'you had better not cum or else'.
What an absolute delight! We both looked at the clock.
He stood there naked and hard seemingly confident. Indeed he was a big show off. But he had already been taken to the edge several times this night. This would be interesting.
But as the slut knelt before him and began doing her work My slave started going limp! I was appalled. What kind of a whore was this girl? It appeared she couldn't take very much of My slave or was unwilling. What was going on? The girl complained her mouth was sore. My friend berated her and instructed her to do a better job. Then She ordered Her other girl to rim him from behind to add to his tension. I was thrilled! And by the looks of My toy this most certainly did the trick! I could see his jaw tighten, his face redden. The slut was making slurping and gagging sounds, you could tell she'd need much more practice. The one rimming My slave was really getting in to it tho. My friend informed Me she loved to do this. I could tell. She would barely even look up when spoken too. She used her fingers to spread his cheeks and had her entire face in there. I love to see such enthusiasm!
Time was up! My slave did not cum but he did struggle and entertain us with resistant grunting noises and pained facial expressions. The girls both got beatings. It was a reward for the rim loving painslut but not so much for the other one. We all sat around for a little enjoying each other, lounging and sipping our drinks. The fuck machine was like a conversation piece. My slave by this time was quite proud of himself at My feet, quiet and clearly beaming... despite his sore balls. He probably thought I was done with him for the night. Not even close! We then went home... and there I finished what I started.
Maybe I'll share that next confession...
My mantoy arrived looking really hot. My gentle giant... all 6"4 of him dressed in black with stylish italian black shoes. He was ordered to strip and then got down on his knees to greet and worship his Goddess before he followed Me into the bedroom on all fours where he was greeted Goddess style. We lost ourselves in time as he was teased mercilessly and I took My pleasure... I almost forgot we had a play date to attend. It was a surprise...
So we arrived unfashionably late to a scene My Domme friend was hosting with her two female submissives. We missed some of the action. Apparently one of the girls was a pain slut and had been beaten harshly then fucked with a fuck machine even more harshly by the looks of it. The two girls were naked. The one who was beaten was proudly displaying her marks clearly and happily in subspace. Mine was ordered to strip while My Domme friend and I stepped aside and had a little discussion. I explained My toy was being trained for obedience and endurance. Convienantly Her other girl was a slut who was being trained to be a cumbucket service whore. It was perfect! We both went back out and I allowed My friend to inspect him. 'You certainly find them big', She said as She gave his cock a tug.
My friend informed Her slut she was being given an opportunity. The slut already had her eyes fixed on the only cock in the room. I was told she had been absolutely dying for cock. This might be more than she bargained for. My friend said... 'go to him, on your knees, and suck the cum out of his cock in 10 minutes or else.' With that She slapped the girl's ass. As the girl got down on her knees before him... I instructed Mine firmly 'you had better not cum or else'.
What an absolute delight! We both looked at the clock.
He stood there naked and hard seemingly confident. Indeed he was a big show off. But he had already been taken to the edge several times this night. This would be interesting.
But as the slut knelt before him and began doing her work My slave started going limp! I was appalled. What kind of a whore was this girl? It appeared she couldn't take very much of My slave or was unwilling. What was going on? The girl complained her mouth was sore. My friend berated her and instructed her to do a better job. Then She ordered Her other girl to rim him from behind to add to his tension. I was thrilled! And by the looks of My toy this most certainly did the trick! I could see his jaw tighten, his face redden. The slut was making slurping and gagging sounds, you could tell she'd need much more practice. The one rimming My slave was really getting in to it tho. My friend informed Me she loved to do this. I could tell. She would barely even look up when spoken too. She used her fingers to spread his cheeks and had her entire face in there. I love to see such enthusiasm!
Time was up! My slave did not cum but he did struggle and entertain us with resistant grunting noises and pained facial expressions. The girls both got beatings. It was a reward for the rim loving painslut but not so much for the other one. We all sat around for a little enjoying each other, lounging and sipping our drinks. The fuck machine was like a conversation piece. My slave by this time was quite proud of himself at My feet, quiet and clearly beaming... despite his sore balls. He probably thought I was done with him for the night. Not even close! We then went home... and there I finished what I started.
Maybe I'll share that next confession...
Orders Carried Out
Submitted anonymously by a submissive of The Dominion
''An order is an order , boy .'' With these words ringing in my ears from my Miss i set out.
The original order had been given to be by a different Miss , but had been added to. My Miss had said you will carry out ALL orders you have been given - be thankful and accept them with humility. i was dreading doing what i was told but knew i must , and of course my answer was 'Yes Miss! '
Secretly i was very excited too , knowing that i was truly known for what a was - a little submissive slut. Those words , even thinking about them, coloured my cheeks and my face flushed and i felt pleasure flood through me.
As i drove into town i thought perhaps there will be no parking spaces or some other excuse might let me off the hook. However no excuse would cut it with my Miss and that was final. So with that strange mixture of emotions that a sub often feels i started my task.
There WAS a parking space and as i locked the car and began to walk slowly towards the cty centre i thought about what i had been instructed to purchase.
The added item of ladies panties weighed most heavily on my mind. i was going to have to wear these when doing my ironing - omg! A cock ring and a butt plug were the other item that my Miss had decided would enhance Her pleasure in using me.
Feet dragging i slowly entered the lingerie shop - feeling fortunate it was approaching Christmas as there were sure to be other men in there buying presents.
Wrong !! i was the only one. Swallowing i surveyed the racks of lingerie. The colours and textures and styles assaulting my senses but still thinking how much better any of these would look on my Miss rather than me .
'' Can i help you'' i turned to see a smiling sales assisant . She looked at me with am amused glint in her eye. '' I am looking for some panties i stammered'' '' Well we have plenty of nice ones for you to choose from. Do you know the size?'' My mind turned over i couldnt say they were for me !! Panic filled me. i blurted out ''She would be about my size'' She smiled and directed to me to a section where it seemed the sexiest panties in the shop were displayed. '' All these rack are your size'' Goodness had she guessed my secret?
Fittingly, to see and examine the ones that caught my eye i had to kneel on the floor and again i could feel my face flush as i slowly took a pair off the rack and felt the fabric between my trembling fingers.
I picked out 3 pairs. The first bright red in a high leg style made of satin. The front had a solid panel of red with a little bow in the form of a rose bud at the top ; the remainder red mesh with a little solid diamond pattern.
The second - ''minis'' in black , these had a lace panel at the front with a flower pattern and a delicate bow at the top , the back a solid black panel . I didnt know what material these were made out of but they were soft and very feminine.
Thirdly I chose a french knicker style all in lace in a dark aqua blue colour, the lace rough against my fingers. I imagined it encasing my cock as i ironed , thinking how much more difficult the ironing would become when i couldnt concentrate on it . And , of course, my very first instuction from my Miss had been not to touch Her cock without permission. Inwardly i groaned at the thought of that exquisite torture before me.
i took my selection to the cash desk. Another smiling assistant. ''These for you ?' she joked. ''Yes indeed ''i replied and had the satisfaction of knowing what she didint as she chuckled and packed.
As i walked through town towards my next destination i wondered hoew many people seeing me carrying my purchases knew my secret. Certainly the bag was a giveaway as to its contents as it was gaudily emblazoned with the store's name and logo and was far too large for its skimpy contents!
The next part of my task was to be a lot easier as i knew the shop was self service. i entered and went to the toy section. mmmmmm Butt plugs. Wow i was suprised so see so many , in so many different colours and styles and sizes. Goodness - could someone really take that in their ass? My eyes watered at the thought that one day my Miss could use one of such dimensions on my tight little ass. i chuckled at the thought of how much She would be amused at my discomfort. i had picked out a more modest tool made in a nice blue rubber. it said it was good for beginners - so this was an occasion when i really hoped the manufactureer's claims were true! It had an interesting spiral pattern along it's 4'' length and i noted it tapered from its 3 inch base which had a suction cup ofr attaching to what i wondered. i knew it would not be long before i would find out. This time a bored assistant took my money and i left.
Now my step was lighter and i was pleased that i was nearly finished and i hoped my Miss would be pleased with me . Only one further purcahse to make .
There was a new sex shop in town and word had it that it was the best. i had never been and it was in a seedy area of town but whistling to myself i headed towards it .
Soon i was inside am Alladin's cave of sex toys. i looked over all the racks and started at the one closest to me , searching for cock rings. i wasnt really seeing half the stuff i looked at , now i just wanted my task to be complete.
Once again those dread words , ''Can i help you?'' The assistant was a very young male , dressed as a Goth , all in black, with black painted nails. ''Cock rings'' i said.'' Sure'' and he led me to the display. He lifted a package , opened it and started to demonstrate.He had puled out what looked like an exceptionally small ring about 1/2'' thick with a 1/2'' hole in it, made of a black substance. Expertly he pulled it on to his fingers ' i would recommend this one. Its made of silicon and has the added advnatge that it can be used just on your cock or can be used over both your cock and balls. The silicon means it always will keep its shape and there is nothing to chaffe!!. It also will grip you nice and tight but be comfortable to wear ,specially for extended periods'' He was a salesman ! ''i'll take it'' i said.
As i left the shop now my task fully completed i felt elated and warm. Wondering what my Miss would think. i knew already that i would need to descibe my shoping trip in detail to Her. and just hoped that She would be pleased.
The task was a difficult one for me specially buying the panties as i am not an effeminate sub in any way. However i am glad the Miss pushes me to do things that please Her. Also i look forward so much to Miss using all my purchases for Her enjoyment.
Perhaps that is a story for another day !
''An order is an order , boy .'' With these words ringing in my ears from my Miss i set out.
The original order had been given to be by a different Miss , but had been added to. My Miss had said you will carry out ALL orders you have been given - be thankful and accept them with humility. i was dreading doing what i was told but knew i must , and of course my answer was 'Yes Miss! '
Secretly i was very excited too , knowing that i was truly known for what a was - a little submissive slut. Those words , even thinking about them, coloured my cheeks and my face flushed and i felt pleasure flood through me.
As i drove into town i thought perhaps there will be no parking spaces or some other excuse might let me off the hook. However no excuse would cut it with my Miss and that was final. So with that strange mixture of emotions that a sub often feels i started my task.
There WAS a parking space and as i locked the car and began to walk slowly towards the cty centre i thought about what i had been instructed to purchase.
The added item of ladies panties weighed most heavily on my mind. i was going to have to wear these when doing my ironing - omg! A cock ring and a butt plug were the other item that my Miss had decided would enhance Her pleasure in using me.
Feet dragging i slowly entered the lingerie shop - feeling fortunate it was approaching Christmas as there were sure to be other men in there buying presents.
Wrong !! i was the only one. Swallowing i surveyed the racks of lingerie. The colours and textures and styles assaulting my senses but still thinking how much better any of these would look on my Miss rather than me .
'' Can i help you'' i turned to see a smiling sales assisant . She looked at me with am amused glint in her eye. '' I am looking for some panties i stammered'' '' Well we have plenty of nice ones for you to choose from. Do you know the size?'' My mind turned over i couldnt say they were for me !! Panic filled me. i blurted out ''She would be about my size'' She smiled and directed to me to a section where it seemed the sexiest panties in the shop were displayed. '' All these rack are your size'' Goodness had she guessed my secret?
Fittingly, to see and examine the ones that caught my eye i had to kneel on the floor and again i could feel my face flush as i slowly took a pair off the rack and felt the fabric between my trembling fingers.
I picked out 3 pairs. The first bright red in a high leg style made of satin. The front had a solid panel of red with a little bow in the form of a rose bud at the top ; the remainder red mesh with a little solid diamond pattern.
The second - ''minis'' in black , these had a lace panel at the front with a flower pattern and a delicate bow at the top , the back a solid black panel . I didnt know what material these were made out of but they were soft and very feminine.
Thirdly I chose a french knicker style all in lace in a dark aqua blue colour, the lace rough against my fingers. I imagined it encasing my cock as i ironed , thinking how much more difficult the ironing would become when i couldnt concentrate on it . And , of course, my very first instuction from my Miss had been not to touch Her cock without permission. Inwardly i groaned at the thought of that exquisite torture before me.
i took my selection to the cash desk. Another smiling assistant. ''These for you ?' she joked. ''Yes indeed ''i replied and had the satisfaction of knowing what she didint as she chuckled and packed.
As i walked through town towards my next destination i wondered hoew many people seeing me carrying my purchases knew my secret. Certainly the bag was a giveaway as to its contents as it was gaudily emblazoned with the store's name and logo and was far too large for its skimpy contents!
The next part of my task was to be a lot easier as i knew the shop was self service. i entered and went to the toy section. mmmmmm Butt plugs. Wow i was suprised so see so many , in so many different colours and styles and sizes. Goodness - could someone really take that in their ass? My eyes watered at the thought that one day my Miss could use one of such dimensions on my tight little ass. i chuckled at the thought of how much She would be amused at my discomfort. i had picked out a more modest tool made in a nice blue rubber. it said it was good for beginners - so this was an occasion when i really hoped the manufactureer's claims were true! It had an interesting spiral pattern along it's 4'' length and i noted it tapered from its 3 inch base which had a suction cup ofr attaching to what i wondered. i knew it would not be long before i would find out. This time a bored assistant took my money and i left.
Now my step was lighter and i was pleased that i was nearly finished and i hoped my Miss would be pleased with me . Only one further purcahse to make .
There was a new sex shop in town and word had it that it was the best. i had never been and it was in a seedy area of town but whistling to myself i headed towards it .
Soon i was inside am Alladin's cave of sex toys. i looked over all the racks and started at the one closest to me , searching for cock rings. i wasnt really seeing half the stuff i looked at , now i just wanted my task to be complete.
Once again those dread words , ''Can i help you?'' The assistant was a very young male , dressed as a Goth , all in black, with black painted nails. ''Cock rings'' i said.'' Sure'' and he led me to the display. He lifted a package , opened it and started to demonstrate.He had puled out what looked like an exceptionally small ring about 1/2'' thick with a 1/2'' hole in it, made of a black substance. Expertly he pulled it on to his fingers ' i would recommend this one. Its made of silicon and has the added advnatge that it can be used just on your cock or can be used over both your cock and balls. The silicon means it always will keep its shape and there is nothing to chaffe!!. It also will grip you nice and tight but be comfortable to wear ,specially for extended periods'' He was a salesman ! ''i'll take it'' i said.
As i left the shop now my task fully completed i felt elated and warm. Wondering what my Miss would think. i knew already that i would need to descibe my shoping trip in detail to Her. and just hoped that She would be pleased.
The task was a difficult one for me specially buying the panties as i am not an effeminate sub in any way. However i am glad the Miss pushes me to do things that please Her. Also i look forward so much to Miss using all my purchases for Her enjoyment.
Perhaps that is a story for another day !
Domme Confession
Submitted by: Sue Rozen
I’ve always had a soft spot for the cheeky ones...
Not the disrespectful cheekiness that can be seen all too often, but the cheekiness that belies a playful soul.
The smart, respectful, good-humored cheekiness of an intelligent and inquisitive mind. Maybe he’s being facetious, maybe he’s testing his limits…. his boundaries, trying to see how far he can push before he’s slapped back. Yes, there is a certain kind of cheekiness that attracts me, draws me in….
I find myself imagining a cheek curved into a smile…accompanied, maybe, with a cute little dimple. The eyes are respectfully downcast, but flick up every down and again to see if he’s managed to bring the smile to my lips that I know is his goal – and also - his reward. I catch his eyes as they flick up to me, and I spot the transient flicker of a mischievous twinkle. I smile inwardly, to my private self, Oh yes, this one will be fun to toy with!
There’s a certain combination: the glitter of a rascalish eye; the daring risk he takes, audacious and confident; a dynamic energy, focused to a point – and that point is my pleasure.
It seems contradictory, there’s a delicate balance at play…a ballet of wills.
Mine and his.
And if he is smart enough to know when to secede, when to capitulate to my authority; then I know, almost certainly, that I want to make him Mine.
I’ve always had a soft spot for the cheeky ones...
Not the disrespectful cheekiness that can be seen all too often, but the cheekiness that belies a playful soul.
The smart, respectful, good-humored cheekiness of an intelligent and inquisitive mind. Maybe he’s being facetious, maybe he’s testing his limits…. his boundaries, trying to see how far he can push before he’s slapped back. Yes, there is a certain kind of cheekiness that attracts me, draws me in….
I find myself imagining a cheek curved into a smile…accompanied, maybe, with a cute little dimple. The eyes are respectfully downcast, but flick up every down and again to see if he’s managed to bring the smile to my lips that I know is his goal – and also - his reward. I catch his eyes as they flick up to me, and I spot the transient flicker of a mischievous twinkle. I smile inwardly, to my private self, Oh yes, this one will be fun to toy with!
There’s a certain combination: the glitter of a rascalish eye; the daring risk he takes, audacious and confident; a dynamic energy, focused to a point – and that point is my pleasure.
It seems contradictory, there’s a delicate balance at play…a ballet of wills.
Mine and his.
And if he is smart enough to know when to secede, when to capitulate to my authority; then I know, almost certainly, that I want to make him Mine.
Things I've Learned
Submitted by: Superbus Atlas
Don't make the same mistake I did. You won't right? Knowing yourself can be the difference between genuine happiness and a big fuck up. And its amazing sometimes how we don't know ourselves.
So I went looking for a Mistress. Because that's what I wanted, I thought. And I found one, soon enough. And it was easy to convince myself that I wanted to be collared by her. She seemed to know what she was doing, and this was all new to me. Kind of exciting. Being alone with her was a massive thrill.
I came up with all kinds of stuff. I can be good with people. I felt that I really had to lay it on thick, how much I wanted to be hers, or she wouldn't be interested. That can create a pretty intense atmosphere. The next thing I knew, I had a collar around my neck, and I was owned. I went to bed that night pretty content.
The next day, things were different. I immediately regretted my decision. I knew it was a mistake. Everything had changed, and I had got myself into a mess. Again.
The right thing to do would be face up to the situation and sort it out. But I didn't do the right thing. Why bother? This is SL. You can just run away. Hey, it worked before.
One thing about reality is that you can't ever escape it. Run away from it, and it will come knocking at your door when you least expect it. Second Life isn't just a world separate from RL. Its a compartment in our lives, and though its easier to hide or stay away in SL, you cannot avoid the inevitable, just as you can't in real life. I hadn't even begun to complete the journey I set out on when I first went looking for a Mistress, and I had to carry on that journey. I wanted to go back. Coming back to SL, I felt again that things had changed. Because now I was beginning to understand myself better.
When you have need deep inside, you'll clutch at any opportunity to realise it. Being owned is such a powerful, primal experience, but if you're not owned by the right person, its as good a wearing a collar with nobody at all to hold the leash and lock you down. Finding an owner isn't a question of finding someone to hold your leash. It's not a question of finding *someone* at all. It's a question of finding the *right* one. When you feel collaring is a possibility, you can get swept up in the thrill of it, the headyness, the intoxication. Its like a river sweeping you downstream, and before you know it, you'll be swept over the edge. When there is the possibility of a collar, you have to check yourself. You have to imagine that collar around your neck, and you have to imagine your future owner holding that leash. And controlling everything about you. Owning you, and everything you do. And if there is the slightest sense of unease, of discomfort, of doubting, you have to stop right there. Stop it and let her know you are not ready. Maybe its just that the time isn't right. Or maybe you are about to make a very big mistake. But if you just carry on, you are throwing a dice, and if it lands the wrong way, both of you are going to end up hurt. But if she really is the right owner, she will still be there for you tomorrow.
Don't make the same mistake I did. You won't right? Knowing yourself can be the difference between genuine happiness and a big fuck up. And its amazing sometimes how we don't know ourselves.
So I went looking for a Mistress. Because that's what I wanted, I thought. And I found one, soon enough. And it was easy to convince myself that I wanted to be collared by her. She seemed to know what she was doing, and this was all new to me. Kind of exciting. Being alone with her was a massive thrill.
I came up with all kinds of stuff. I can be good with people. I felt that I really had to lay it on thick, how much I wanted to be hers, or she wouldn't be interested. That can create a pretty intense atmosphere. The next thing I knew, I had a collar around my neck, and I was owned. I went to bed that night pretty content.
The next day, things were different. I immediately regretted my decision. I knew it was a mistake. Everything had changed, and I had got myself into a mess. Again.
The right thing to do would be face up to the situation and sort it out. But I didn't do the right thing. Why bother? This is SL. You can just run away. Hey, it worked before.
One thing about reality is that you can't ever escape it. Run away from it, and it will come knocking at your door when you least expect it. Second Life isn't just a world separate from RL. Its a compartment in our lives, and though its easier to hide or stay away in SL, you cannot avoid the inevitable, just as you can't in real life. I hadn't even begun to complete the journey I set out on when I first went looking for a Mistress, and I had to carry on that journey. I wanted to go back. Coming back to SL, I felt again that things had changed. Because now I was beginning to understand myself better.
When you have need deep inside, you'll clutch at any opportunity to realise it. Being owned is such a powerful, primal experience, but if you're not owned by the right person, its as good a wearing a collar with nobody at all to hold the leash and lock you down. Finding an owner isn't a question of finding someone to hold your leash. It's not a question of finding *someone* at all. It's a question of finding the *right* one. When you feel collaring is a possibility, you can get swept up in the thrill of it, the headyness, the intoxication. Its like a river sweeping you downstream, and before you know it, you'll be swept over the edge. When there is the possibility of a collar, you have to check yourself. You have to imagine that collar around your neck, and you have to imagine your future owner holding that leash. And controlling everything about you. Owning you, and everything you do. And if there is the slightest sense of unease, of discomfort, of doubting, you have to stop right there. Stop it and let her know you are not ready. Maybe its just that the time isn't right. Or maybe you are about to make a very big mistake. But if you just carry on, you are throwing a dice, and if it lands the wrong way, both of you are going to end up hurt. But if she really is the right owner, she will still be there for you tomorrow.
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