Submitted by: Anonymous submissive
I have been involved with a Mistress in a long distance relationship since day 1, an ocean separates us and the time difference can be a killer at times.
It’s always been my dream to be able to kneel at her feet in the real world and to inhale her fragrance, see the sparkle in her eye and to touch the lady I have fallen in love with and to feel her touch upon my body.
I have not told her that I am looking at a new employer that has its roots in her country and would require me to travel there at times for business. I am nervous about discussing this with her as the details are very vague at this time and I am worried that if the opportunity did happen to allow us to finally see each other would the magic die, would it change what we have.
I hear about people who have virtual relationships that finally grows into the Real World, some flourish as others die a quiet death. Is it worth the gamble to risk it all? Could I change my life to finally worship this lady as I have only dreamt about trusting that it could be returned.
I don’t know if this will be my reality, or only another dream to be chased.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Jealous
Submitted by: Anonymous Domme
Ok, I admit it. I'm jealous. I'm a Domme and I'm jealous. Jealous over the stupidest thing - a boy. He is owned by a good friend no less. A boy I like very much and want. More than like and more than want. Yes, this is crazy. Yes, it's against everything I know as a Domme and the ethics I hold, but there you have it. It's out in the open.
I have tried very hard not to feel this way, but it's been a losing battle. Every time I see him, I get this primal whirl in the pit of my stomach that makes me want to pounce on him and drag him away under my boot and control. I imagine stripping him down, shackling him, having him totally at my mercy driving him deeper under my lash as I fuck him senseless. I imagine having him raped. I imagine dancing with him as my wounds heal on his body and giving him feathersoft kisses as he shudders.
I have to walk away.
I've tried hard to act cool and totally nonplussed about anything he does. His Mistress may tell me a story about him and I nod and smile with cool calm Dommeness as if I couldn't care. However, deep inside I'm churning, wishing it was me. Wishing I was the One. If he or she knew, I know it would be the end of our friendship and I certainly don't want that.
So, I hide it and pretend nothing could be further from my mind. Am I a bad Domme or a good friend? I'll let you decide.
Ok, I admit it. I'm jealous. I'm a Domme and I'm jealous. Jealous over the stupidest thing - a boy. He is owned by a good friend no less. A boy I like very much and want. More than like and more than want. Yes, this is crazy. Yes, it's against everything I know as a Domme and the ethics I hold, but there you have it. It's out in the open.
I have tried very hard not to feel this way, but it's been a losing battle. Every time I see him, I get this primal whirl in the pit of my stomach that makes me want to pounce on him and drag him away under my boot and control. I imagine stripping him down, shackling him, having him totally at my mercy driving him deeper under my lash as I fuck him senseless. I imagine having him raped. I imagine dancing with him as my wounds heal on his body and giving him feathersoft kisses as he shudders.
I have to walk away.
I've tried hard to act cool and totally nonplussed about anything he does. His Mistress may tell me a story about him and I nod and smile with cool calm Dommeness as if I couldn't care. However, deep inside I'm churning, wishing it was me. Wishing I was the One. If he or she knew, I know it would be the end of our friendship and I certainly don't want that.
So, I hide it and pretend nothing could be further from my mind. Am I a bad Domme or a good friend? I'll let you decide.
The Third Day
Submitted by: Fred07 Collas
The gavel came down and i found myself sold to Miss Crissy for a period of 24 hours. The auction had been starting when i arrived at The Dominion and offering myself for sale was not premeditated.
i looked for my owner from the auction block; there She was, second from the end off to my left. Approaching with a combination of nervous anticipation and curiosity, slave met Mistress for the first time. Miss Crissy chose the following Saturday as the start of the 24 hours of service She had purchased but rather than dismissing me as I would have quessed, She spent several hours that day and the next getting to know me.
Day three, I came home earlier than normal, hoping to see Her online. During the day I had thoughts of Her from time to time, enjoying the sense of Her control after years without a Mistress in my life. W/we talked for several hours until She said it was time to leave. With that, She took me to a dungeon and instructed that the steel cock ring and leather strap that are part of my rl toy inventory be put on. Restrained and exposed in both lives, She slowly examined me touching chest, abdomen, buttocks and spreading my cheeks, my anus. This took some time eventually just the tip of Her finger traced a line along my scrotum between the testicles. Her touch was feather light and my cock responded. Already hard from Her other touching, a bubble of pre-cum formed. She saw this and massaged this into the cockhead before inserting Her digit in my mouth.
Having fed me, Her attention finally went back to my cock; Her fingers encircled the shaft that was already twitching with anticipation. She gently stroked its length easily taking me to the edge and laughing gently as my breathing increased in pace as i fought the desire welling within me. The moment passed as She removed Her hand. Emotions were mixed, Her touch immediately missed but i was relieved that i had not disappointed by losing control.
Released from Her restraints, i was instructed to have dinner and then to kneel naked in front of a full length mirror and to stroke my cock just as She had done. Doing as instructed, i sensed Her presence. Looking in the mirror seeing my image as She would if present I felt both embarrassment for my position but also sexual tension that She had built in me.
Stroking faster as She had instructed, “holding nothing back”, i brought myself back to the edge and kept there as long as i could. The final part of Her instructions were that I should release and at that moment, with pleasure embracing my whole body in the orgasm, to say out loud, “thank You Miss Crissy!”.
That was Day Three and i look forward to many more.
The gavel came down and i found myself sold to Miss Crissy for a period of 24 hours. The auction had been starting when i arrived at The Dominion and offering myself for sale was not premeditated.
i looked for my owner from the auction block; there She was, second from the end off to my left. Approaching with a combination of nervous anticipation and curiosity, slave met Mistress for the first time. Miss Crissy chose the following Saturday as the start of the 24 hours of service She had purchased but rather than dismissing me as I would have quessed, She spent several hours that day and the next getting to know me.
Day three, I came home earlier than normal, hoping to see Her online. During the day I had thoughts of Her from time to time, enjoying the sense of Her control after years without a Mistress in my life. W/we talked for several hours until She said it was time to leave. With that, She took me to a dungeon and instructed that the steel cock ring and leather strap that are part of my rl toy inventory be put on. Restrained and exposed in both lives, She slowly examined me touching chest, abdomen, buttocks and spreading my cheeks, my anus. This took some time eventually just the tip of Her finger traced a line along my scrotum between the testicles. Her touch was feather light and my cock responded. Already hard from Her other touching, a bubble of pre-cum formed. She saw this and massaged this into the cockhead before inserting Her digit in my mouth.
Having fed me, Her attention finally went back to my cock; Her fingers encircled the shaft that was already twitching with anticipation. She gently stroked its length easily taking me to the edge and laughing gently as my breathing increased in pace as i fought the desire welling within me. The moment passed as She removed Her hand. Emotions were mixed, Her touch immediately missed but i was relieved that i had not disappointed by losing control.
Released from Her restraints, i was instructed to have dinner and then to kneel naked in front of a full length mirror and to stroke my cock just as She had done. Doing as instructed, i sensed Her presence. Looking in the mirror seeing my image as She would if present I felt both embarrassment for my position but also sexual tension that She had built in me.
Stroking faster as She had instructed, “holding nothing back”, i brought myself back to the edge and kept there as long as i could. The final part of Her instructions were that I should release and at that moment, with pleasure embracing my whole body in the orgasm, to say out loud, “thank You Miss Crissy!”.
That was Day Three and i look forward to many more.
Discoman & Panzerboy City at War: Episode 2
Submitted by: Eroyan Barmy
“Disco Inferno”
It had been a horrible mess for a few days, with the whole city seeming to erupt in the underworld vacuum left by our capture of Garlak and his cronies. In order to help the Dominion Police more effectively, Panzer and I had split up to cover more ground. I wasn’t a bit surprised to hear Gentleman Caller and the mysterious Lady Huntress had entered the south side of town as well to help with the chaos. Every time I turned around there was someone in trouble or a place being robbed or worse. Leading the cuffed thug to one of Dominion’s finest cop cars I nodded to the officer there as I put him in the back.
“Good work Disco-Man we were worried we lost him out the back when Jenkins got pinned down by gunfire. Thought we were going to lose Jenkins to.” She said.
“You’re welcome Officer, I’m just glad I could help” I replied.
Turning I started heading for my motorbike, Panzer was using The Lady our main vehicle. I couldn’t help but smile, Jenkins was being attended for a gunshot wound to his shoulder but I could see the concern on the Lady Officer’s face. She really cared for that one and that kind of thing always made me smile and think about my own Lady T. Straddling the bike I grinned to myself about how beautiful she was and how I loved to give her control. I reached for the radio to call into Cockbeater my other brother along with Panzer who belongs to Lady T when the news crew arrived.
Groaning to myself I moved to crank up the bike. I didn’t want to do anymore interviews today. The media were having a field day with stories about the war in the city and I had been asked enough idiotic questions by reporters for the past day or so already. The news crew was piling out of the van as I roared the engine to my bike. Already running my way yelling my name I spun the bike around and took off down the street away from them.
Sadly it is usually when you feel the safest that the worst goes wrong. I made it about halfway down the street to check in with Cockbeater, to see if Panzer needed my help with his trouble or where to go next. Just as I passed the Old Gruter Street Theater it exploded into flames.
“Holy Crap!” I cried.
Struggling from the heat and flames shooting outward from the front of the building I barely got control of the bike, to have at least a somewhat managed sliding crash into a lamp post as opposed to just making myself a human pancake against the wall.
Standing up and ripping off my helmet I looked at the theater. It was burning and fast. I started running toward it praying it was closed. Please let it be closed I prayed. That when I saw the first coughing and soot covered person stagger out of the front.
“Oh God,” running up to the man, well teenager I helped him to lay down a bit away from the flames. “Are you alright? Take it easy son take it easy.”
Police were running my way down the street as was the news crew and I could hear fire department sirens getting closer.
The teen wasn’t much older than maybe fourteen or so. Coughing he grabbed my arm. “Please! My little sister and brother are still in there!”
“Where were they?”
“They were running up to the balcony when the whole place just went up I cried out for them. I got to go get them!” He struggled to rise up and it took a bit for me to wrestle him back down.
“I will get them you stay here!” I left him with Officer Jenkins who despite being shot had run to help. I darted through the people running towards and away from the inferno.
Stopping only a moment at the smoke filled lobby door I took a deep breath and rushed inside. Searching through the smoke and flames I yelled for people stumbling about to get out and shoved a few to the door. Looking for the stairs and finding what I didn’t want to find. The stairs were a complete mess. Shredded even and basically nonexistent anymore I looked up to try and jump to the balcony but it was in flames. I was more scared for the little ones than myself but I had to find them or what was left of them no matter what. Helping those I could I carried those who weren’t able to move out one by one.
Covered in soot and coughing from the smoke it was only a few min before I was joined by firemen who took over getting people out. They grabbed me and pulled to get me out but I shook them off violently.
“I can’t leave there are still two small children in here!” I yelled above the roar of the fire.
“Disco-Man we will get them you’ve done enough! You have to get out, you have no oxygen gear!” The fireman yelled back as the hoses began to spray the roof and other buildings and water began to rain down around us.
“I promised!” Then without bothering for a reply took off into the main theater section.
Dodging a falling timber I clambered over seats and yelled for anyone that could hear me. Nearly getting taken out by a section of the roof collapsing I realized the old building couldn’t stand this, it was going to come down. I had minutes if even that.
Jumping over a row of flaming seats I looked up. The theater balcony wasn’t that bad but if the roof was starting to give it wouldn’t be long before the balcony went. Yelling desperately for anyone through the haze I searched for the children, then I saw a puff of white smoke. Different from the rest of the black rolling smoke filling the area I ran to that side of the theater and leapt up grabbing hold of the curtain on the wall, paying it was strong enough to hold me. I scrabbled up it and felt it give. As it did I heard the crying of a little one and without thinking, leapt out into space grabbing the edge of the balcony rail just barely, as the curtain ripped. As it fell away I struggled to pull myself up over the railing. Looking up as I got my leg over, I saw a small girl with a fire extinguisher standing protectively in front of her smaller brother. The fire was like some wild beast trying to get at her. She was keeping it at bay for now.
Running over and taking it from her I used it on another angry lick of flame from the doorway and turned to them.
“Alright little ones, it’s alright we have to leave now.” I told them
Through their whimpers the little girl said strongly. “My older brother said I’m not suppose to talk to strangers and not to go anywhere without him!” She gave me such a defiant look that I couldn’t help but grin at her resolve.
The little boy piped up then. “But sis this is Disco Man he’s not a stranger.”
“And your brother asked me to come get you he is outside waiting on you.” I told her as I fired another shot at the fire.
“We’ll okay, I am supposed to protect my little brother, so you just take us outside and that’s it Mister Disco-man.” She then looked at me very sternly and said “No funny business!”
I really did laugh then thinking I had seen Lady T use that look with me and my brothers many times.
“Yes Ma’am, No funny business” I replied.
Helping the children down to the balcony edge I looked down and saw we still had a pretty clear path to the side emergency exit. The curtain I used to climb up had ripped and was hanging down too far to grab. So we made our way to the other side of the balcony to make use of the other one. Holding the little girls hand and the boy in my arms, just as we got close to the other side, the balcony shook. Another large chunk of ceiling collapsed and the balcony dropped a good foot. Pillars supporting the balcony broke through the floor and scared the hell out of the kids. Not to mention scaring the hell out of me. I could feel the balcony rolling under my feet and the fire sensing blood seem to rage even hotter and louder. We didn’t have much time at all. The only good news was we were closer to the floor. I told the children to trust me and carefully put them on my back telling them to hold on tight. Grabbing the curtain I prayed it would hold us long enough and swung out on it. Painfully slow to not lose the children I slide carefully down it even as I watch the flames finally reach the curtains and the fire erupted along it as if to try to prevent its prey from escaping.
The curtain gave way about a foot from the floor and we dropped, I made sure to twist so I landed first. Already having, a bad time breathing as it was I coughed violently from having to gulp what little air there was as I got up and luckily with only a few bruises the children were fine. Picking the children up, I ran towards the side exit.
We were surrounded by fire, I had no trouble seeing now as every wall was in flames. The roar was deafening and the heat was unbearable. I held the children close to me doing my best to keep them calm as the balcony finally crashed to the floor behind us. Leaping over another burning timber the exit was just ahead and it was a race between the fire and me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see it running along the floor in my direction toward the door. It was so fast I almost stopped to watch it. So beautiful and terrible a thing is fire and can mesmerize the best of us. But I poured on the speed. I swear the fire screamed at me as I hit the exit door and felt the flames lick at my back and feet as if grabbing for me.
Panting and coughing even harder due to the cleaner air, I keep running. The roaring of the fire was being replaced by the rumble of falling brick and timbers. The light of the street was just ahead as once again I was being chased this time by the dust and rubble falling off the theater as it was collapsing. Exhausted to no end I put everything into it and made it to the street just as the pressure from the building falling, kicked me out into the street and the inferno roared in glee and shot into the air happily feeding on the old theater’s bones. Twisting my body again I held the children to my chest as I landed again into the street panting.
I was surrounded firemen and police and medics in an instant. The children still whimpering where being looked at by medics as was I. I looked up in time to see the teenager hugging them tightly and the little boy yelling about being saved by me. I laid back down panting and breathing clean air a medic gave me from a tank. Officer Jenkins had to come over and tell everyone to back off from me so I could get some air in peace without people running over congratulating me and calling me a hero. I smiled thankfully at him as he tipped his hat and smiled at me.
I breathed deeply thinking I really needed a bath as I got my lungs clean when I felt a little hand take mine. Looking over it was the little girl.
“Thank you, Mister Disco for saving us.” She said sweetly even covered in soot and her hair all a mess.
“You are welcome Little Miss.”
Then she kissed my cheek and ran back to her brothers. I laid down for a just a little longer before sitting up. When I did the street erupted into cheers. Blinking I looked around and it seemed the whole neighborhood had been watching. Blushing I waved which was met by another cheer. Standing up one of the medics told me I needed to rest and take it easy. But I shook my head as I picked up my bike from the lamp post where I had left it and put my helmet on.
No a bath would have to wait till later.
“Disco Inferno”
It had been a horrible mess for a few days, with the whole city seeming to erupt in the underworld vacuum left by our capture of Garlak and his cronies. In order to help the Dominion Police more effectively, Panzer and I had split up to cover more ground. I wasn’t a bit surprised to hear Gentleman Caller and the mysterious Lady Huntress had entered the south side of town as well to help with the chaos. Every time I turned around there was someone in trouble or a place being robbed or worse. Leading the cuffed thug to one of Dominion’s finest cop cars I nodded to the officer there as I put him in the back.
“Good work Disco-Man we were worried we lost him out the back when Jenkins got pinned down by gunfire. Thought we were going to lose Jenkins to.” She said.
“You’re welcome Officer, I’m just glad I could help” I replied.
Turning I started heading for my motorbike, Panzer was using The Lady our main vehicle. I couldn’t help but smile, Jenkins was being attended for a gunshot wound to his shoulder but I could see the concern on the Lady Officer’s face. She really cared for that one and that kind of thing always made me smile and think about my own Lady T. Straddling the bike I grinned to myself about how beautiful she was and how I loved to give her control. I reached for the radio to call into Cockbeater my other brother along with Panzer who belongs to Lady T when the news crew arrived.
Groaning to myself I moved to crank up the bike. I didn’t want to do anymore interviews today. The media were having a field day with stories about the war in the city and I had been asked enough idiotic questions by reporters for the past day or so already. The news crew was piling out of the van as I roared the engine to my bike. Already running my way yelling my name I spun the bike around and took off down the street away from them.
Sadly it is usually when you feel the safest that the worst goes wrong. I made it about halfway down the street to check in with Cockbeater, to see if Panzer needed my help with his trouble or where to go next. Just as I passed the Old Gruter Street Theater it exploded into flames.
“Holy Crap!” I cried.
Struggling from the heat and flames shooting outward from the front of the building I barely got control of the bike, to have at least a somewhat managed sliding crash into a lamp post as opposed to just making myself a human pancake against the wall.
Standing up and ripping off my helmet I looked at the theater. It was burning and fast. I started running toward it praying it was closed. Please let it be closed I prayed. That when I saw the first coughing and soot covered person stagger out of the front.
“Oh God,” running up to the man, well teenager I helped him to lay down a bit away from the flames. “Are you alright? Take it easy son take it easy.”
Police were running my way down the street as was the news crew and I could hear fire department sirens getting closer.
The teen wasn’t much older than maybe fourteen or so. Coughing he grabbed my arm. “Please! My little sister and brother are still in there!”
“Where were they?”
“They were running up to the balcony when the whole place just went up I cried out for them. I got to go get them!” He struggled to rise up and it took a bit for me to wrestle him back down.
“I will get them you stay here!” I left him with Officer Jenkins who despite being shot had run to help. I darted through the people running towards and away from the inferno.
Stopping only a moment at the smoke filled lobby door I took a deep breath and rushed inside. Searching through the smoke and flames I yelled for people stumbling about to get out and shoved a few to the door. Looking for the stairs and finding what I didn’t want to find. The stairs were a complete mess. Shredded even and basically nonexistent anymore I looked up to try and jump to the balcony but it was in flames. I was more scared for the little ones than myself but I had to find them or what was left of them no matter what. Helping those I could I carried those who weren’t able to move out one by one.
Covered in soot and coughing from the smoke it was only a few min before I was joined by firemen who took over getting people out. They grabbed me and pulled to get me out but I shook them off violently.
“I can’t leave there are still two small children in here!” I yelled above the roar of the fire.
“Disco-Man we will get them you’ve done enough! You have to get out, you have no oxygen gear!” The fireman yelled back as the hoses began to spray the roof and other buildings and water began to rain down around us.
“I promised!” Then without bothering for a reply took off into the main theater section.
Dodging a falling timber I clambered over seats and yelled for anyone that could hear me. Nearly getting taken out by a section of the roof collapsing I realized the old building couldn’t stand this, it was going to come down. I had minutes if even that.
Jumping over a row of flaming seats I looked up. The theater balcony wasn’t that bad but if the roof was starting to give it wouldn’t be long before the balcony went. Yelling desperately for anyone through the haze I searched for the children, then I saw a puff of white smoke. Different from the rest of the black rolling smoke filling the area I ran to that side of the theater and leapt up grabbing hold of the curtain on the wall, paying it was strong enough to hold me. I scrabbled up it and felt it give. As it did I heard the crying of a little one and without thinking, leapt out into space grabbing the edge of the balcony rail just barely, as the curtain ripped. As it fell away I struggled to pull myself up over the railing. Looking up as I got my leg over, I saw a small girl with a fire extinguisher standing protectively in front of her smaller brother. The fire was like some wild beast trying to get at her. She was keeping it at bay for now.
Running over and taking it from her I used it on another angry lick of flame from the doorway and turned to them.
“Alright little ones, it’s alright we have to leave now.” I told them
Through their whimpers the little girl said strongly. “My older brother said I’m not suppose to talk to strangers and not to go anywhere without him!” She gave me such a defiant look that I couldn’t help but grin at her resolve.
The little boy piped up then. “But sis this is Disco Man he’s not a stranger.”
“And your brother asked me to come get you he is outside waiting on you.” I told her as I fired another shot at the fire.
“We’ll okay, I am supposed to protect my little brother, so you just take us outside and that’s it Mister Disco-man.” She then looked at me very sternly and said “No funny business!”
I really did laugh then thinking I had seen Lady T use that look with me and my brothers many times.
“Yes Ma’am, No funny business” I replied.
Helping the children down to the balcony edge I looked down and saw we still had a pretty clear path to the side emergency exit. The curtain I used to climb up had ripped and was hanging down too far to grab. So we made our way to the other side of the balcony to make use of the other one. Holding the little girls hand and the boy in my arms, just as we got close to the other side, the balcony shook. Another large chunk of ceiling collapsed and the balcony dropped a good foot. Pillars supporting the balcony broke through the floor and scared the hell out of the kids. Not to mention scaring the hell out of me. I could feel the balcony rolling under my feet and the fire sensing blood seem to rage even hotter and louder. We didn’t have much time at all. The only good news was we were closer to the floor. I told the children to trust me and carefully put them on my back telling them to hold on tight. Grabbing the curtain I prayed it would hold us long enough and swung out on it. Painfully slow to not lose the children I slide carefully down it even as I watch the flames finally reach the curtains and the fire erupted along it as if to try to prevent its prey from escaping.
The curtain gave way about a foot from the floor and we dropped, I made sure to twist so I landed first. Already having, a bad time breathing as it was I coughed violently from having to gulp what little air there was as I got up and luckily with only a few bruises the children were fine. Picking the children up, I ran towards the side exit.
We were surrounded by fire, I had no trouble seeing now as every wall was in flames. The roar was deafening and the heat was unbearable. I held the children close to me doing my best to keep them calm as the balcony finally crashed to the floor behind us. Leaping over another burning timber the exit was just ahead and it was a race between the fire and me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see it running along the floor in my direction toward the door. It was so fast I almost stopped to watch it. So beautiful and terrible a thing is fire and can mesmerize the best of us. But I poured on the speed. I swear the fire screamed at me as I hit the exit door and felt the flames lick at my back and feet as if grabbing for me.
Panting and coughing even harder due to the cleaner air, I keep running. The roaring of the fire was being replaced by the rumble of falling brick and timbers. The light of the street was just ahead as once again I was being chased this time by the dust and rubble falling off the theater as it was collapsing. Exhausted to no end I put everything into it and made it to the street just as the pressure from the building falling, kicked me out into the street and the inferno roared in glee and shot into the air happily feeding on the old theater’s bones. Twisting my body again I held the children to my chest as I landed again into the street panting.
I was surrounded firemen and police and medics in an instant. The children still whimpering where being looked at by medics as was I. I looked up in time to see the teenager hugging them tightly and the little boy yelling about being saved by me. I laid back down panting and breathing clean air a medic gave me from a tank. Officer Jenkins had to come over and tell everyone to back off from me so I could get some air in peace without people running over congratulating me and calling me a hero. I smiled thankfully at him as he tipped his hat and smiled at me.
I breathed deeply thinking I really needed a bath as I got my lungs clean when I felt a little hand take mine. Looking over it was the little girl.
“Thank you, Mister Disco for saving us.” She said sweetly even covered in soot and her hair all a mess.
“You are welcome Little Miss.”
Then she kissed my cheek and ran back to her brothers. I laid down for a just a little longer before sitting up. When I did the street erupted into cheers. Blinking I looked around and it seemed the whole neighborhood had been watching. Blushing I waved which was met by another cheer. Standing up one of the medics told me I needed to rest and take it easy. But I shook my head as I picked up my bike from the lamp post where I had left it and put my helmet on.
No a bath would have to wait till later.
The Pencil - Part One
Submitted by: Rearden Gearz
Part 1
I arrive home at around 6pm like I normally do. Looking around my girlfriend hasn’t gotten home, which is odd she is normally home before me, sitting on the couch or making us dinner. I change out of my work clothes and into an old t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts then go park my butt on the couch, flicking on the TV. A few moments later I hear the front door to our small 2 bedroom home open and close as she arrives. I can’t help a smile on my face as I think of her and I lean back on the couch looking to the entrance always happy to see her. No sooner had I relaxed there is a call from the front door “get in here BOY!” I am little surprised and my smile turns to a grin, “oooohhh some one wants to play tonight” I think to myself.
I climb off the couch and walk to the front door, my eyes roam over her, she’s wearing a pair of high heel black boots a tight forming slinky skirt that flares out right below her knees and comes a little above her flat stomach it gives a perfect view of the roundness of her delicious butt. Her red and yellow colorful, sleeveless blouse is tucked into the top of her skirt that cuts conservatively along the tops of her breasts. Her dark brown African skin glows and just screams to be touched by my large hands, my eyes make their way to her dark brown eyes and I smirk a wee bit smugly “humph, I don’t see any boys here” flexing my rather strong muscles and deepening my voice “only this big strong man” I say chuckling. She can’t help but laugh, like a song that always uplifts my heart, she points at my chest and grins “shut your lips” she orders “and strip now BOY!”
I blink feeling my manhood start to rise in my shorts and I do as I’m told, pulling the t-shirt over my head and dropping my shorts and grey boxer briefs to the floor stepping out of them standing before her in the nude. I feel her appraising eyes run over the length of my 6’ body and I instinctively tighten my pecs and suck in my gut. I go to the gym 2-3 times a week so I have muscles but my love of fast food and beer definitely leaves a little paunch. She steps towards me, setting a brown paper bag on the floor and reaches out with one hand giving my paunch a little squeeze and leaning up to kiss me. I crane my head down (cause she is at least a foot shorter them me) and kiss her back lovingly. Her other hand comes up to grab me under my chin and she whispers to me “mmmm this is so cute mine”. I can’t help but blush, which is something I rarely do and stammer a little. Knowing she loves my little imperfections always fills my heart with love for her and makes me putty in her hands, even though I’ll never admit it.
She takes her purse and her keys and hands them to me, “put those away and go get your collar, boy” she demands. I’m a little taken back by her order, we normally talk and spend a little time together before playing and when I put the collar on, she is Mistress and I am completely owned by her. I swallow and nod taking the items and turning away and receiving a hard spank on my ass as I go to place her purse in the nook and her keys on the key ring. I walk into the bedroom and take out the leather collar with the steel ring that hinges in the back, the small padlock and the attaching leash and return to her. She takes the items from me and snaps her fingers pointing to the floor at her feet. I move slowly down to my knees and lift up my head, not hesitating she slips the collar around my neck, tightening the belt and placing the padlock in the O-rings locking it tight with a loud click (when we went to get a collar she made it clear she wanted something she could lock on, something I could not get out of). Pausing a moment she slides her thumb over the white stitching that reads “Amina’s Pet” right under my chin and I can’t help a gentle moan as a drop of pre-cum hits the hard tiles between her feet. “Now my pet, you took an awful long time to get your collar and you were smug with me, you will be punished for this” she says in a sultry voice. I can tell she is getting very turned on and I look down at the tops of her boots “I… I… I’m sorry” I mutter. Pulling her hand back she slaps my cheek hard and grabs me under my chin angrily snarling “you are sorry WHAT slut?”
Taken aback from the sudden pain I cry out “I’m sorry my Mistress!” Tisking her tongue “oh my my my you are in such trouble pet, so much trouble.” Grinning now she takes a blind fold from her bag and places it around my head covering my eyes, attaches the leash and gives it a tug “come mine” she orders and leads me blind into the bedroom. I stumble behind her hoping she doesn’t lead me into a wall.
She leads me to the bedroom closet door and spins me around so my back is to it. We have leather arm restraints attached to the top of the closet door and he lifts each of my hands up and straps them into place. She then gets the spreader bar and kicks the inside of my ankles making me spread them and attaches my ankles to the device so I can’t close my legs. I instinctively struggle at the binds, shuffling slightly and rattling against the wooden door, but they hold nicely and I hitch my breath realizing I am totally at her mercy now. She watches me struggle and giggles her cute little giggle, placing a hand on my chest, whispering “shush mine, you’ll have plenty of time to struggle soon enough”
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest with worry and excitement, my manhood stands out firm and strong, pre-cum now coating the tip as it bobs lightly with the beat of my heart. I turn my head from side to side trying to see something but the blindfold keeps me in utter darkness. I hear her walk away and move about in the Master bathroom collecting items and running water. I strain my ears and my curiosity runs wild, I call out “my Mistress what are you doing?” I get no reply and she soon returns, patting my cheek “no one said you could talk did they? You are going to wish you had been good” she says in a sing song way and I really start to get worried.
I soon feel thin cold metal moving along the base of my manhood and under my balls, realizing it’s a pair of scissors. I tense up thinking of the pain if she just nicked me and the insides of my thighs quiver slightly, forcing myself to relax she soon wipes my testicles with a warm washcloth and starts to apply shaving cream. Moving a disposable razor over my balls, under them and around the base of my manhood she removes all my hair leaving a trimmed bush at the top. I shiver and feel the cool air of the room blow over my now completely unprotected balls and they start to pull into me.
I feel her breath on them, like stream from a kettle, and the tip of her tongue touches them right on the base and she slowly runs it up my balls making a wet line along center. I let out a moan. Her tongue feels so hot and so wonderful, I almost collapse when she pulls it back, whimpering slightly. She giggles at my reaction “just couldn’t help myself mmmm they just look so yummy, pet” I nod and even if I was allowed to talk I probably couldn’t.
She then rubs a thick lotion that smells of lilac into them and around my manhood to protect from razor burns and ingrown hairs. Her hands are soft and warm I can’t help but moan yet again. I turn my head towards her wishing I could see her right now and run my tongue over my lips moistening them. She lets go of my balls and soon I feel a leather strap wrapped around them, my eyes widen behind my blind fold knowing exactly what that is and what it is used for and I let out another whimper preparing myself for any weights she might attach to the parachute ball stretcher she just placed on me but she just lets the chains dangle freely and I relax slightly.
She steps away from me; I hear a shuffling of clothes, turning my head trying to find her I soon feel the soft silk of her panties being rubbed over my face, into my nose. The scent of her starts to really drive me crazy. I love eating her out right after work or first thing in the morning when her scent is at its strongest, but her panties smell more pungent then I have ever smelled and they overpower my senses, I feel my cock sway and if she just touches it I might explode right then and there.
“Open your mouth pet” she orders and I open it quickly. She stuffs the panties deep into my mouth until they are fully in. Patting my cheek a couple of times, “Do those taste good?” she coos in my ear “I’m sure they do, I’ve worn them for 3 days straight, preparing for tonight… oh yes my pet I’ve planned tonight all out and you are in so much trouble” she laughs wildly. I suck and chew at the scented panties. “now don’t you let a bit of those panties out of your mouth and I better not see any drool, you’ll suck every bit of me out of them and swallow, understand me my pet?” I nod not opening my lips and sucking madly at her panties
She giggles and I feel her lips and her breath slowly trace down the center of my chest to the tip of my manhood. The tip of her tongue slips out and she teases it, I moan and squirm relishing every soft touch on my swollen sensitive parts. Her lips wrap around my head and she sucks on it lightly for what seems like hours. I mumble from behind her panties “I want you so badly”. As soon as I say that her lips leave my head I feel a sudden incredibly painful jolt on my balls, I thrash on my binds and open my mouth to cry out, sending half the saliva soaked panties out to cover my chin with gooey wetness. While she was teasing the tip of my cock she had attached heavy weights to my balls and had dropped them.
I focus hard on pulling the panties back into my mouth; chewing and gnawing craning my head and slurping them back, knowing she had just told me not to do what I had just done. She just laughed as I hear her rise up “oh you are going to beg and plead, I’m going to punish you; you are such a bad bad pet”. I squirm and almost mew in my throat keeping my lips tightly pressed together ready for anything else not wanting to disappoint her again. I feel her fingers on my nipples and she plucks at them tugging and yanking soon to be replaced by a hard pinch of metal clamps, these clamps must be new, the ones we normally use are never this painful, she tugs on them making the clamps bite down even harder on the sensitive flesh.
Hands in fists, all my muscles tight and quivering I stand there before her. The blindfold intensifying the pain all over my body as the clamps sway with my movements, the sharp pain in my balls now replaced with a slow, dull, constant ache from the weights. Pressing her body against me she gives me a kiss on the cheek and speaks in my ear “well I’m going to take a shower, get into something more comfortable and get something to eat, you just try and relax I’ll be back in a few”
Part 1
I arrive home at around 6pm like I normally do. Looking around my girlfriend hasn’t gotten home, which is odd she is normally home before me, sitting on the couch or making us dinner. I change out of my work clothes and into an old t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts then go park my butt on the couch, flicking on the TV. A few moments later I hear the front door to our small 2 bedroom home open and close as she arrives. I can’t help a smile on my face as I think of her and I lean back on the couch looking to the entrance always happy to see her. No sooner had I relaxed there is a call from the front door “get in here BOY!” I am little surprised and my smile turns to a grin, “oooohhh some one wants to play tonight” I think to myself.
I climb off the couch and walk to the front door, my eyes roam over her, she’s wearing a pair of high heel black boots a tight forming slinky skirt that flares out right below her knees and comes a little above her flat stomach it gives a perfect view of the roundness of her delicious butt. Her red and yellow colorful, sleeveless blouse is tucked into the top of her skirt that cuts conservatively along the tops of her breasts. Her dark brown African skin glows and just screams to be touched by my large hands, my eyes make their way to her dark brown eyes and I smirk a wee bit smugly “humph, I don’t see any boys here” flexing my rather strong muscles and deepening my voice “only this big strong man” I say chuckling. She can’t help but laugh, like a song that always uplifts my heart, she points at my chest and grins “shut your lips” she orders “and strip now BOY!”
I blink feeling my manhood start to rise in my shorts and I do as I’m told, pulling the t-shirt over my head and dropping my shorts and grey boxer briefs to the floor stepping out of them standing before her in the nude. I feel her appraising eyes run over the length of my 6’ body and I instinctively tighten my pecs and suck in my gut. I go to the gym 2-3 times a week so I have muscles but my love of fast food and beer definitely leaves a little paunch. She steps towards me, setting a brown paper bag on the floor and reaches out with one hand giving my paunch a little squeeze and leaning up to kiss me. I crane my head down (cause she is at least a foot shorter them me) and kiss her back lovingly. Her other hand comes up to grab me under my chin and she whispers to me “mmmm this is so cute mine”. I can’t help but blush, which is something I rarely do and stammer a little. Knowing she loves my little imperfections always fills my heart with love for her and makes me putty in her hands, even though I’ll never admit it.
She takes her purse and her keys and hands them to me, “put those away and go get your collar, boy” she demands. I’m a little taken back by her order, we normally talk and spend a little time together before playing and when I put the collar on, she is Mistress and I am completely owned by her. I swallow and nod taking the items and turning away and receiving a hard spank on my ass as I go to place her purse in the nook and her keys on the key ring. I walk into the bedroom and take out the leather collar with the steel ring that hinges in the back, the small padlock and the attaching leash and return to her. She takes the items from me and snaps her fingers pointing to the floor at her feet. I move slowly down to my knees and lift up my head, not hesitating she slips the collar around my neck, tightening the belt and placing the padlock in the O-rings locking it tight with a loud click (when we went to get a collar she made it clear she wanted something she could lock on, something I could not get out of). Pausing a moment she slides her thumb over the white stitching that reads “Amina’s Pet” right under my chin and I can’t help a gentle moan as a drop of pre-cum hits the hard tiles between her feet. “Now my pet, you took an awful long time to get your collar and you were smug with me, you will be punished for this” she says in a sultry voice. I can tell she is getting very turned on and I look down at the tops of her boots “I… I… I’m sorry” I mutter. Pulling her hand back she slaps my cheek hard and grabs me under my chin angrily snarling “you are sorry WHAT slut?”
Taken aback from the sudden pain I cry out “I’m sorry my Mistress!” Tisking her tongue “oh my my my you are in such trouble pet, so much trouble.” Grinning now she takes a blind fold from her bag and places it around my head covering my eyes, attaches the leash and gives it a tug “come mine” she orders and leads me blind into the bedroom. I stumble behind her hoping she doesn’t lead me into a wall.
She leads me to the bedroom closet door and spins me around so my back is to it. We have leather arm restraints attached to the top of the closet door and he lifts each of my hands up and straps them into place. She then gets the spreader bar and kicks the inside of my ankles making me spread them and attaches my ankles to the device so I can’t close my legs. I instinctively struggle at the binds, shuffling slightly and rattling against the wooden door, but they hold nicely and I hitch my breath realizing I am totally at her mercy now. She watches me struggle and giggles her cute little giggle, placing a hand on my chest, whispering “shush mine, you’ll have plenty of time to struggle soon enough”
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest with worry and excitement, my manhood stands out firm and strong, pre-cum now coating the tip as it bobs lightly with the beat of my heart. I turn my head from side to side trying to see something but the blindfold keeps me in utter darkness. I hear her walk away and move about in the Master bathroom collecting items and running water. I strain my ears and my curiosity runs wild, I call out “my Mistress what are you doing?” I get no reply and she soon returns, patting my cheek “no one said you could talk did they? You are going to wish you had been good” she says in a sing song way and I really start to get worried.
I soon feel thin cold metal moving along the base of my manhood and under my balls, realizing it’s a pair of scissors. I tense up thinking of the pain if she just nicked me and the insides of my thighs quiver slightly, forcing myself to relax she soon wipes my testicles with a warm washcloth and starts to apply shaving cream. Moving a disposable razor over my balls, under them and around the base of my manhood she removes all my hair leaving a trimmed bush at the top. I shiver and feel the cool air of the room blow over my now completely unprotected balls and they start to pull into me.
I feel her breath on them, like stream from a kettle, and the tip of her tongue touches them right on the base and she slowly runs it up my balls making a wet line along center. I let out a moan. Her tongue feels so hot and so wonderful, I almost collapse when she pulls it back, whimpering slightly. She giggles at my reaction “just couldn’t help myself mmmm they just look so yummy, pet” I nod and even if I was allowed to talk I probably couldn’t.
She then rubs a thick lotion that smells of lilac into them and around my manhood to protect from razor burns and ingrown hairs. Her hands are soft and warm I can’t help but moan yet again. I turn my head towards her wishing I could see her right now and run my tongue over my lips moistening them. She lets go of my balls and soon I feel a leather strap wrapped around them, my eyes widen behind my blind fold knowing exactly what that is and what it is used for and I let out another whimper preparing myself for any weights she might attach to the parachute ball stretcher she just placed on me but she just lets the chains dangle freely and I relax slightly.
She steps away from me; I hear a shuffling of clothes, turning my head trying to find her I soon feel the soft silk of her panties being rubbed over my face, into my nose. The scent of her starts to really drive me crazy. I love eating her out right after work or first thing in the morning when her scent is at its strongest, but her panties smell more pungent then I have ever smelled and they overpower my senses, I feel my cock sway and if she just touches it I might explode right then and there.
“Open your mouth pet” she orders and I open it quickly. She stuffs the panties deep into my mouth until they are fully in. Patting my cheek a couple of times, “Do those taste good?” she coos in my ear “I’m sure they do, I’ve worn them for 3 days straight, preparing for tonight… oh yes my pet I’ve planned tonight all out and you are in so much trouble” she laughs wildly. I suck and chew at the scented panties. “now don’t you let a bit of those panties out of your mouth and I better not see any drool, you’ll suck every bit of me out of them and swallow, understand me my pet?” I nod not opening my lips and sucking madly at her panties
She giggles and I feel her lips and her breath slowly trace down the center of my chest to the tip of my manhood. The tip of her tongue slips out and she teases it, I moan and squirm relishing every soft touch on my swollen sensitive parts. Her lips wrap around my head and she sucks on it lightly for what seems like hours. I mumble from behind her panties “I want you so badly”. As soon as I say that her lips leave my head I feel a sudden incredibly painful jolt on my balls, I thrash on my binds and open my mouth to cry out, sending half the saliva soaked panties out to cover my chin with gooey wetness. While she was teasing the tip of my cock she had attached heavy weights to my balls and had dropped them.
I focus hard on pulling the panties back into my mouth; chewing and gnawing craning my head and slurping them back, knowing she had just told me not to do what I had just done. She just laughed as I hear her rise up “oh you are going to beg and plead, I’m going to punish you; you are such a bad bad pet”. I squirm and almost mew in my throat keeping my lips tightly pressed together ready for anything else not wanting to disappoint her again. I feel her fingers on my nipples and she plucks at them tugging and yanking soon to be replaced by a hard pinch of metal clamps, these clamps must be new, the ones we normally use are never this painful, she tugs on them making the clamps bite down even harder on the sensitive flesh.
Hands in fists, all my muscles tight and quivering I stand there before her. The blindfold intensifying the pain all over my body as the clamps sway with my movements, the sharp pain in my balls now replaced with a slow, dull, constant ache from the weights. Pressing her body against me she gives me a kiss on the cheek and speaks in my ear “well I’m going to take a shower, get into something more comfortable and get something to eat, you just try and relax I’ll be back in a few”
Dominion Christmas Parody
Submitted by: Heart Himmel
With thanks to Clement Moore
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the sim
not a person was stirring, not even on whim.
The stockings were hung by the fireplace with care
and those with that fetish could only just stare.
The subbies and slaves were all snug in their cells,
and the Ladies and Mistresses had quieted their bells.
Miss Eva in her nightie and Maz in his thong,
had curled up together right were they belong.
When outside the castle there arose such a noise,
that Lady Zarita's voice thundered just one word ... BOYS !!!
Out through the doorway Hoffie flew like a flash
and Maz tried to follow but suddenly crashed.
The moon on the breasts of the Ladies below
gave the boys a wierd feeling and sort of a glow.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
but a rotten old sleigh and some mangey reindeer.
With a sexy young driver so stunningly dressed
I knew then and there I sure was impressed.
More rapid than fireflies her coursers they came
and she whistled and shouted and called them by name.
"Now Greggie, now Maddox, now David and Loth!
On Epi, on Ero, on Jono, on Roc!
To the top of the castle, to the top of the mall
now dash away, dash away, dash away ALL !"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the parapets the coursers they flew
with the sleigh full of butt plugs and some floggers too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard lots of racket
like hooves only louder or a whip when you crack it.
As I lowered my head and looked at the ground
down the chimney she slid corset bound.
She was dressed all in leather, from her head to her feet
and it accented her backside, she really looked neat.
A huge bag of toys, she held in her hand
and she looked like a sadist, oh my, how grand.
Her eyes how they sparkled, her nipples like cherries
her cheeks were quite firm, her nose like a berry
her soft little lips were drawn up like a bow
and her hair was as soft as a new fallen snow.
A cigarette holder held tight in her teeth
the smoke rings encircled her head like a wreath.
She had a nice face and a nice flat tummy
and when she laughed it sounded so yummy.
Not chubby or plump, she had just the right curves
and I covered my eyes so I didn't perv.
A wink of her eye and a tilt of her head
soon told me I had lots to dread.
She spoke not a word but her eyes said it all
she filled all the stockings, the boys got a gag ball.
The laying a finger against her lip
with a smile and a nod up the chimney did slip.
She sprang into her sleigh, to her slaves gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, as she drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
With thanks to Clement Moore
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the sim
not a person was stirring, not even on whim.
The stockings were hung by the fireplace with care
and those with that fetish could only just stare.
The subbies and slaves were all snug in their cells,
and the Ladies and Mistresses had quieted their bells.
Miss Eva in her nightie and Maz in his thong,
had curled up together right were they belong.
When outside the castle there arose such a noise,
that Lady Zarita's voice thundered just one word ... BOYS !!!
Out through the doorway Hoffie flew like a flash
and Maz tried to follow but suddenly crashed.
The moon on the breasts of the Ladies below
gave the boys a wierd feeling and sort of a glow.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
but a rotten old sleigh and some mangey reindeer.
With a sexy young driver so stunningly dressed
I knew then and there I sure was impressed.
More rapid than fireflies her coursers they came
and she whistled and shouted and called them by name.
"Now Greggie, now Maddox, now David and Loth!
On Epi, on Ero, on Jono, on Roc!
To the top of the castle, to the top of the mall
now dash away, dash away, dash away ALL !"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the parapets the coursers they flew
with the sleigh full of butt plugs and some floggers too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard lots of racket
like hooves only louder or a whip when you crack it.
As I lowered my head and looked at the ground
down the chimney she slid corset bound.
She was dressed all in leather, from her head to her feet
and it accented her backside, she really looked neat.
A huge bag of toys, she held in her hand
and she looked like a sadist, oh my, how grand.
Her eyes how they sparkled, her nipples like cherries
her cheeks were quite firm, her nose like a berry
her soft little lips were drawn up like a bow
and her hair was as soft as a new fallen snow.
A cigarette holder held tight in her teeth
the smoke rings encircled her head like a wreath.
She had a nice face and a nice flat tummy
and when she laughed it sounded so yummy.
Not chubby or plump, she had just the right curves
and I covered my eyes so I didn't perv.
A wink of her eye and a tilt of her head
soon told me I had lots to dread.
She spoke not a word but her eyes said it all
she filled all the stockings, the boys got a gag ball.
The laying a finger against her lip
with a smile and a nod up the chimney did slip.
She sprang into her sleigh, to her slaves gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, as she drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
A Trip Home - Part One
Submitted by: Maisy Dollinger, recapping a recent RL event.
It was an early winter morning and I was on my way to the smoke.....my old stomping ground to visit and stay with some close friends and play friends. Up to a year ago I used to be invited to teach to small groups of kinksters selected by Lady Selena. Lady Selena is one of my oldest friends within my world of kink. She weighs about 22 stone and has bright pink hair. An incredible latex wearing Domme, and she has the most amazing boys, devoted, handsome, educated and articulate little sluts.
She knew that I have not wanted to teach until my boy was in a good place to take part. He has always been my boy prop in my lessons and no other could replace him. Occasionally we may invite other boys but that is when more than one is needed. You see a year ago G had two strokes in his sleep and today I am thankful everyday that he is back at my feet, my side and serving me just as deliciously as he ever had done before. These recent days G was in great spirits and we had talked about accepting Lady Selena's next invitation with some excitement.
When the invitation came Selena and I chatted for a couple of hours on the telephone, discussing what we could share in a safe environment. We discussed who she would invite, what experience they had, how she had met them. Selena meets people from all walks of life and you are never sure who she will be there. Not everyone is strictly into Femdom, there have been Masters and even some curious vanilla folks too. After a lot of discussion and debate the topic for Winter 2009 was set......sounding and violet wands......I was thrilled and excited. Selena also informed me she would be holding a mini Rubber Ball on the Thursday evening.
For the week leading up to the trip G had been preparing the equipment and making sure we had everything we needed, making lists and visiting stores to pick up supplies. He spent hours shining and preparing the latex and packing carefully the travel bags and making everything was just how I needed it....stress free!!!
We travel heavy when we go away, even if it's for one night.......I like to be prepared, and I can never predict my mood. It also depends on the possibilities of the accommodation we have.....are there beams, poles, what type of bed, is it a strong desk, can I use the shower rail and so on........so you see I need to be prepared.
We arrived in London around 11am, and I needed a double espresso to kick-start me, G had to stick to caffeine free, poor slut. I needed him pure and receptive. A friend was meeting us at the station, which was good as I needed to continue my slut's preparation.
Earlier that morning G had shaved himself completely, chest, legs, balls, and underarms and he had woken me ready to be inspected. My slut looked very pleasing, shy and timid ..... stood their naked and shaven, his skin glistened with in trepidation as he knew what was to come, he placed a pot of tea on my bedside table and knelt at my feet.
I spoke one word as I took my tea "Stroke"
G knows this command very well and he knows it is a sign for him to spread his legs wide and pull his balls to the floor tightly as he masturbates. For me this is the only way to wake up, like listening to a musical masterpiece. During any moment when I like to be quiet and thoughtful, maybe chosing my dress for the day......the sound of Mine stroking is fulfilling and makes my heart sing with joy. His soft breathing getting deeper and his skin glowing, the blood clearly rushing though him as his excitement grew. He stayed there stroking as I gave out instruction on the clothes I would wear and the shoes he would clean for me.
"Enough for now slut" I left the bed and went to shower. When done, there were warm towels waiting and the clothes and shoes I wanted were laid out ready for me. Smiling to myself, I praised my boy and told him how wonderful it was going to be over the next few days to spend some time with him and our friends. Before leaving I placed a steel plug in his arse, the plug has a ring which I attached a thin cold chain which lead to his collar. Always lovely to give a tug on when in vanilla surroundings through his clothing......
It was a cold wet and grey day. We stood outside the train station laughing as I warmed my hands on the double espresso in a paper cup. We were waiting for my friend to arrive and we looked just like any other couple visiting London that day. After about 5 minutes Carl arrived. Carl is a good submissive boy who cleans for Selena and he is a great friend too. G opened the door and I got in the car and he came and sat next to me on the back seat, I was glad to be in the warm, Carl was chatting about his recent trip to turkey, until I told him to button it and told G to drop his trousers. G looked at me a flash of arousal in his eyes, I love that look and it makes my pussy twitch every time I see it. I straddled G on the back seat with his cock firmly gripped in my hands and reminded him over and over again that there will be many women looking at my cock today but that it was MINE and only I control it. He nodded and said softly "Yes my love, it's only ever Yours"
I unmounted G, smiling at his erect cock, not even stroked but covered in precum. I will let him release himself when we get to Selena's as I make my introductions to the group. I hope they are a good bunch......
There were only 5 Ladies there, and I am pleased to say I knew them all, I think Selena played this for G and I, these were all women who had kept in touch with us since G was ill and been a support through the year, so I think you can say Selena got me there under slightly false pretences. We laughed and I had explained how much precum my slut was leaking in the car here, at which moment the ladies cooed and teased G. Selena had set up a room for play and it was simple, with some soft furnishings and one leather covered cross. I called G over who knelt in front of all the Ladies, he made comments on everyone's shoes and offered to clean them all for them if they would be kind enough to let him. G is a heel worshipper and is very skilled at taking care of any footwear in any condition.
I ordered G to get naked and within moments he was naked at my feet, I tugged the thin chain and heard his slight moan to my cunts delight. The Ladies were quizzing him over his submission and challenging him, I find it fun to watch him squirm, my slut loves to be taunted and teased by an audience.
"Stroke" I ordered as he continued to be teased by my taunting friends, he got to the edge very fast, begging and whining ..... needing to be released, the precum oozing all over his thick hard dick head. Selena asked me quickly if we would need Carl to come clean, and I smiled and agreed.
"Carl, get your cute arse in here right NOW!!!" Selena ordered "there is a cock which needs cleaning and it's about to explode on my rug.......and you don't want to be sucking cum off of that for the next week"
Carl rushed into the room and quickly got to work on licking G's dickhead. "Stop stroking my cock slut" I told G ....... " Carl is here now. He is here to finish you off and clean you for the ladies"
Carl is a petite man, but with strong handsome features, he sucks cock deep and will clean anything which needs it, shoes, floor, cocks and cunts. He does it to please his Lady and anyone in her company. G's eyes looked wasted knowing he was on the edge, I bent down and whispered in his ear "Release now"
He shot his cum to the back of Carl's throat, you could see Carl swallow fast trying not to spill a drop. The thought of sucking the rug for a week clearly was a motivator for doing such a good cleaning job on G. Carl sat up and I loved to see G's thick cum coat his mouth. Selena told Carl he had done well and to continue cleaning G. We left the boys to it and took tea which had just arrived. It was lovely to catch up with my friends like this, some of us had not seen each other for a year. Taking tea with the sound of two horny sluts cleaning up behind is also a joy in life.
Selena said she had some more people coming but can we just do the sounding today because of her little surprise taking up time.
Within twenty minutes 2 couples had arrived and G was clean and bound to a small bench which had been bought in. Most of the lesson was spent discussing how sounds work, and the precautions you need to take before even considering it. The importance of hygiene cannot be emphasized enough here. G had prepared a handout for everyone with some tips on successful sounding. I never find the lesson that kinky because I am so conscious of the audience taking in the right information to be able to be safe, avoid infections, scarring etc. Although G enjoys being used this way, and it is one of his kinks. After the teaching part was done it was time for the demonstration. I use a set of Hegar sounds I like these the most, they are completely smooth and they were the first I had used 15 years ago and still my trusted set to this day. G had wrapped them carefully in some sterile gauze and had packed some syringes and gloves ready to be used, I unwrapped a syringe and filled it with lube. Wearing some sterile gloves I took G's cock in my hand talking to him all the time, telling him what I will do to him and how he is to breath and stay in control with me. I take the lube filled syringe in my right hand and gripping his cock in my left, squeezing his dickhead open, I let the lube drip.....drop by drop into his shaft. He moans in delight feeling the cold lube filling him and a couple of people ask if they can come closer, I nod and continue being focussed on my slut and my cock . For teaching I use a slimmer sound but G has been known to be able to take the 18mm sound which is a beautiful sight. But I keep that sight for my own personal pleasure. The sounding went on for about 30 minutes and we had a Q and A session to follow. It was fun to do this again and I am already thinking about what to do in spring time.
G went off to shower and catch up with Carl and Lady Selena's other boys who had all arrived home. Selena runs a wonderful house, she has a cleaner - Carl, her cook - Tom, slut - Tim....oh and I always confuse Tim and Tom .....and Rob her maid and assistant. It was now around 7pm and I said to Selena that I should go to the hotel and freshen up before dinner, but she insisted we stayed there, she called out to Rob and instructed him to make up the guest room and run me a bath, she said I could use Rob for any chores I needed. Selena is a loving woman and so very warm and caring, it was good to be there and I know that tonight is not over, Dinner at Selena's is never without pleasure of a sordid nature.
While I was waiting for my bath we chatted about the year and the transformation in G, and she commented on some ideas to mark the occasion of a year passing which he will not forget in a hurry.
The guest room was pretty, well decorated with strategically placed hooks and eyelets hidden in furniture and on the walls, Rob left the room with a list of chores I had given him just as Gary was arriving laughing. It's good to see my boy happy this way. I got undressed and went to soak, G sat with me and we discussed how lovely it was to see all our old friends and to replay the lesson..... G was hard again and smiling proudly. I told G that he would not touch his cock until I tell him to, he nodded, saying "of course Mistress, I'm just so happy today"
I bathed and dressed, and we all congregated in the kitchen where Tom was cooking, naked apart from 2 hot pink oven gloves. Selena was on one of the breakfast bar stools and we got one of the boys to open some wine. Now we can relax a little, it was lovely to catch up. Toms thighs bore some fading welts from a cane, it was like a faded ladder climbing up his legs and that gave me an idea for G.
We decided to eat in the kitchen and let the boys eat at our feet, it was wonderful to be served and listen to the boys conversation, occasionally checking with Selena and I for approval. Rob cooked excellent steak and we retired to the lounge to drink coffee, the boys all had chores to do and Selena and I continued to talk about how we could mark the year passing in style for G and I. We had decided to mark the months, weeks, days and year differently.
My deviant plan was as follows 12 cane welts, 6 up each leg, one for each month. 52 strokes with a weighted flogger, one for each week. 365 cock pumps in his arse......courtesy of Lady Selena's boys, one for each day. And one orgasm in my cunt to mark the year.
But we needed to wait till dinner had been digested a little, so we played some warm up games sharing kinks and getting all horny, Carl had been cleaning precum and pussy for about an hour when I decided it was time.
I told G to meet me in the playroom, naked and on his knees in front of the cross. Selena ordered her boys to fetch everything we required. The boys were all a little surprised by this, I think they assumed the games would continue in the lounge.
I went to the play room and leant down and kissed G tenderly, telling him how happy I am and how lucky he is......I lifted him up and secured him with his chest against the cross, his beautiful arse exposed. G seemed nervous now and I reached between his legs and felt his engorged cock......nervous and very aroused.
I asked Tim and Rob to warm up G's body massaging his thighs and arse cheeks.
"I have asked Lady Selena to help us celebrate the year passing my slut and each month, week, day and year will be marked in its own special way " I walked to the back of the cross so I could see my slut and assure him that this was a wonderful thing, then she struck him and his eye shut hard and his body jolted in the shackles that held him. Water filled his eyes and he told me that he loved me. His endorphins had kicked in by the 12th strike and I placed a kiss on his forehead and came to see what treat Selena had left my boy. 12 very pronounced clear raised lines a perfect symmetry of lines leading to his arse.
His body was coated in a sheen of perspiration and he looked wonderful. He is mine.
I took my place behind my boy, stroking my fingers over his spine, caressing his soft skin and telling him softly that he will now feel 52 strokes, one for each week, I used a weighted flogger, which was beautifully crafted with a handle curved to the shape of your hand which was warm to hold, the tails were soft but would deliver a delicious sting. After each stroke G counted and thanked begging for the next one......"one, thank you Mistress, your slut deserves more"......."two, thank you Mistress, your slut deserves more".......and so it went on until 52 had been reached.
Unshackling the slut from the cross and clipping his cuffs together in front of his body I pulled him close. I whispered in his ear " the boys are now going to take turns filling your arse with their cocks until you have been pumped 365 times, one for each day, and you will not cum, do you understand me?"
"Yes Mistress" G whimpered.
I instructed G to learn over the table so that Lady Selena and I could watch his face and see his cock during his treat. G obeyed and placed his shackled wrists on the table and bent over his legs spread. His cock was swollen and twitching.
Tim was first up and Rob had taken on the task of counting each pump. No boy was permitted to cum. Each of them were so horny now and when they knew of their involvement they were instantly hard and begging Lady Selena to touch themselves. Tim pumped to 33 and had to withdraw.......Carl got so horny watching and only made 11....44 in total. I think all these boys are desperate to cum. Selena and I coaxed the boys on and we started touching our pussy's to tease them and asking them how wonderful it would be for each of them to fill my boy and have Carl clean up......Tom took over and completed 27.......Tim again........11 this time, 82 in total. Eventually my boy was blissfully pumped 365 times and I pulled him close and let him rest on his side, wasted, horny, hot and beautiful. I caressed each welt and raised part of skin. Selena kissed my cheek goodnight and left me with G, taking her panting horny boys with her.
G and I layed there for a while and then I told him there was one thing missing from my plan and that was the single thing to mark the year. For about an hour we caressed and kissed, G is my slut, my slave, my lover and so much more. I told him how thankful I am that we can share everything we have and still remain so focused. I pulled my self up and undressed perching on the small table and pulling G to his knees, I unshackled him and ordered him to fuck me hard..........
It was an early winter morning and I was on my way to the smoke.....my old stomping ground to visit and stay with some close friends and play friends. Up to a year ago I used to be invited to teach to small groups of kinksters selected by Lady Selena. Lady Selena is one of my oldest friends within my world of kink. She weighs about 22 stone and has bright pink hair. An incredible latex wearing Domme, and she has the most amazing boys, devoted, handsome, educated and articulate little sluts.
She knew that I have not wanted to teach until my boy was in a good place to take part. He has always been my boy prop in my lessons and no other could replace him. Occasionally we may invite other boys but that is when more than one is needed. You see a year ago G had two strokes in his sleep and today I am thankful everyday that he is back at my feet, my side and serving me just as deliciously as he ever had done before. These recent days G was in great spirits and we had talked about accepting Lady Selena's next invitation with some excitement.
When the invitation came Selena and I chatted for a couple of hours on the telephone, discussing what we could share in a safe environment. We discussed who she would invite, what experience they had, how she had met them. Selena meets people from all walks of life and you are never sure who she will be there. Not everyone is strictly into Femdom, there have been Masters and even some curious vanilla folks too. After a lot of discussion and debate the topic for Winter 2009 was set......sounding and violet wands......I was thrilled and excited. Selena also informed me she would be holding a mini Rubber Ball on the Thursday evening.
For the week leading up to the trip G had been preparing the equipment and making sure we had everything we needed, making lists and visiting stores to pick up supplies. He spent hours shining and preparing the latex and packing carefully the travel bags and making everything was just how I needed it....stress free!!!
We travel heavy when we go away, even if it's for one night.......I like to be prepared, and I can never predict my mood. It also depends on the possibilities of the accommodation we have.....are there beams, poles, what type of bed, is it a strong desk, can I use the shower rail and so on........so you see I need to be prepared.
We arrived in London around 11am, and I needed a double espresso to kick-start me, G had to stick to caffeine free, poor slut. I needed him pure and receptive. A friend was meeting us at the station, which was good as I needed to continue my slut's preparation.
Earlier that morning G had shaved himself completely, chest, legs, balls, and underarms and he had woken me ready to be inspected. My slut looked very pleasing, shy and timid ..... stood their naked and shaven, his skin glistened with in trepidation as he knew what was to come, he placed a pot of tea on my bedside table and knelt at my feet.
I spoke one word as I took my tea "Stroke"
G knows this command very well and he knows it is a sign for him to spread his legs wide and pull his balls to the floor tightly as he masturbates. For me this is the only way to wake up, like listening to a musical masterpiece. During any moment when I like to be quiet and thoughtful, maybe chosing my dress for the day......the sound of Mine stroking is fulfilling and makes my heart sing with joy. His soft breathing getting deeper and his skin glowing, the blood clearly rushing though him as his excitement grew. He stayed there stroking as I gave out instruction on the clothes I would wear and the shoes he would clean for me.
"Enough for now slut" I left the bed and went to shower. When done, there were warm towels waiting and the clothes and shoes I wanted were laid out ready for me. Smiling to myself, I praised my boy and told him how wonderful it was going to be over the next few days to spend some time with him and our friends. Before leaving I placed a steel plug in his arse, the plug has a ring which I attached a thin cold chain which lead to his collar. Always lovely to give a tug on when in vanilla surroundings through his clothing......
It was a cold wet and grey day. We stood outside the train station laughing as I warmed my hands on the double espresso in a paper cup. We were waiting for my friend to arrive and we looked just like any other couple visiting London that day. After about 5 minutes Carl arrived. Carl is a good submissive boy who cleans for Selena and he is a great friend too. G opened the door and I got in the car and he came and sat next to me on the back seat, I was glad to be in the warm, Carl was chatting about his recent trip to turkey, until I told him to button it and told G to drop his trousers. G looked at me a flash of arousal in his eyes, I love that look and it makes my pussy twitch every time I see it. I straddled G on the back seat with his cock firmly gripped in my hands and reminded him over and over again that there will be many women looking at my cock today but that it was MINE and only I control it. He nodded and said softly "Yes my love, it's only ever Yours"
I unmounted G, smiling at his erect cock, not even stroked but covered in precum. I will let him release himself when we get to Selena's as I make my introductions to the group. I hope they are a good bunch......
There were only 5 Ladies there, and I am pleased to say I knew them all, I think Selena played this for G and I, these were all women who had kept in touch with us since G was ill and been a support through the year, so I think you can say Selena got me there under slightly false pretences. We laughed and I had explained how much precum my slut was leaking in the car here, at which moment the ladies cooed and teased G. Selena had set up a room for play and it was simple, with some soft furnishings and one leather covered cross. I called G over who knelt in front of all the Ladies, he made comments on everyone's shoes and offered to clean them all for them if they would be kind enough to let him. G is a heel worshipper and is very skilled at taking care of any footwear in any condition.
I ordered G to get naked and within moments he was naked at my feet, I tugged the thin chain and heard his slight moan to my cunts delight. The Ladies were quizzing him over his submission and challenging him, I find it fun to watch him squirm, my slut loves to be taunted and teased by an audience.
"Stroke" I ordered as he continued to be teased by my taunting friends, he got to the edge very fast, begging and whining ..... needing to be released, the precum oozing all over his thick hard dick head. Selena asked me quickly if we would need Carl to come clean, and I smiled and agreed.
"Carl, get your cute arse in here right NOW!!!" Selena ordered "there is a cock which needs cleaning and it's about to explode on my rug.......and you don't want to be sucking cum off of that for the next week"
Carl rushed into the room and quickly got to work on licking G's dickhead. "Stop stroking my cock slut" I told G ....... " Carl is here now. He is here to finish you off and clean you for the ladies"
Carl is a petite man, but with strong handsome features, he sucks cock deep and will clean anything which needs it, shoes, floor, cocks and cunts. He does it to please his Lady and anyone in her company. G's eyes looked wasted knowing he was on the edge, I bent down and whispered in his ear "Release now"
He shot his cum to the back of Carl's throat, you could see Carl swallow fast trying not to spill a drop. The thought of sucking the rug for a week clearly was a motivator for doing such a good cleaning job on G. Carl sat up and I loved to see G's thick cum coat his mouth. Selena told Carl he had done well and to continue cleaning G. We left the boys to it and took tea which had just arrived. It was lovely to catch up with my friends like this, some of us had not seen each other for a year. Taking tea with the sound of two horny sluts cleaning up behind is also a joy in life.
Selena said she had some more people coming but can we just do the sounding today because of her little surprise taking up time.
Within twenty minutes 2 couples had arrived and G was clean and bound to a small bench which had been bought in. Most of the lesson was spent discussing how sounds work, and the precautions you need to take before even considering it. The importance of hygiene cannot be emphasized enough here. G had prepared a handout for everyone with some tips on successful sounding. I never find the lesson that kinky because I am so conscious of the audience taking in the right information to be able to be safe, avoid infections, scarring etc. Although G enjoys being used this way, and it is one of his kinks. After the teaching part was done it was time for the demonstration. I use a set of Hegar sounds I like these the most, they are completely smooth and they were the first I had used 15 years ago and still my trusted set to this day. G had wrapped them carefully in some sterile gauze and had packed some syringes and gloves ready to be used, I unwrapped a syringe and filled it with lube. Wearing some sterile gloves I took G's cock in my hand talking to him all the time, telling him what I will do to him and how he is to breath and stay in control with me. I take the lube filled syringe in my right hand and gripping his cock in my left, squeezing his dickhead open, I let the lube drip.....drop by drop into his shaft. He moans in delight feeling the cold lube filling him and a couple of people ask if they can come closer, I nod and continue being focussed on my slut and my cock . For teaching I use a slimmer sound but G has been known to be able to take the 18mm sound which is a beautiful sight. But I keep that sight for my own personal pleasure. The sounding went on for about 30 minutes and we had a Q and A session to follow. It was fun to do this again and I am already thinking about what to do in spring time.
G went off to shower and catch up with Carl and Lady Selena's other boys who had all arrived home. Selena runs a wonderful house, she has a cleaner - Carl, her cook - Tom, slut - Tim....oh and I always confuse Tim and Tom .....and Rob her maid and assistant. It was now around 7pm and I said to Selena that I should go to the hotel and freshen up before dinner, but she insisted we stayed there, she called out to Rob and instructed him to make up the guest room and run me a bath, she said I could use Rob for any chores I needed. Selena is a loving woman and so very warm and caring, it was good to be there and I know that tonight is not over, Dinner at Selena's is never without pleasure of a sordid nature.
While I was waiting for my bath we chatted about the year and the transformation in G, and she commented on some ideas to mark the occasion of a year passing which he will not forget in a hurry.
The guest room was pretty, well decorated with strategically placed hooks and eyelets hidden in furniture and on the walls, Rob left the room with a list of chores I had given him just as Gary was arriving laughing. It's good to see my boy happy this way. I got undressed and went to soak, G sat with me and we discussed how lovely it was to see all our old friends and to replay the lesson..... G was hard again and smiling proudly. I told G that he would not touch his cock until I tell him to, he nodded, saying "of course Mistress, I'm just so happy today"
I bathed and dressed, and we all congregated in the kitchen where Tom was cooking, naked apart from 2 hot pink oven gloves. Selena was on one of the breakfast bar stools and we got one of the boys to open some wine. Now we can relax a little, it was lovely to catch up. Toms thighs bore some fading welts from a cane, it was like a faded ladder climbing up his legs and that gave me an idea for G.
We decided to eat in the kitchen and let the boys eat at our feet, it was wonderful to be served and listen to the boys conversation, occasionally checking with Selena and I for approval. Rob cooked excellent steak and we retired to the lounge to drink coffee, the boys all had chores to do and Selena and I continued to talk about how we could mark the year passing in style for G and I. We had decided to mark the months, weeks, days and year differently.
My deviant plan was as follows 12 cane welts, 6 up each leg, one for each month. 52 strokes with a weighted flogger, one for each week. 365 cock pumps in his arse......courtesy of Lady Selena's boys, one for each day. And one orgasm in my cunt to mark the year.
But we needed to wait till dinner had been digested a little, so we played some warm up games sharing kinks and getting all horny, Carl had been cleaning precum and pussy for about an hour when I decided it was time.
I told G to meet me in the playroom, naked and on his knees in front of the cross. Selena ordered her boys to fetch everything we required. The boys were all a little surprised by this, I think they assumed the games would continue in the lounge.
I went to the play room and leant down and kissed G tenderly, telling him how happy I am and how lucky he is......I lifted him up and secured him with his chest against the cross, his beautiful arse exposed. G seemed nervous now and I reached between his legs and felt his engorged cock......nervous and very aroused.
I asked Tim and Rob to warm up G's body massaging his thighs and arse cheeks.
"I have asked Lady Selena to help us celebrate the year passing my slut and each month, week, day and year will be marked in its own special way " I walked to the back of the cross so I could see my slut and assure him that this was a wonderful thing, then she struck him and his eye shut hard and his body jolted in the shackles that held him. Water filled his eyes and he told me that he loved me. His endorphins had kicked in by the 12th strike and I placed a kiss on his forehead and came to see what treat Selena had left my boy. 12 very pronounced clear raised lines a perfect symmetry of lines leading to his arse.
His body was coated in a sheen of perspiration and he looked wonderful. He is mine.
I took my place behind my boy, stroking my fingers over his spine, caressing his soft skin and telling him softly that he will now feel 52 strokes, one for each week, I used a weighted flogger, which was beautifully crafted with a handle curved to the shape of your hand which was warm to hold, the tails were soft but would deliver a delicious sting. After each stroke G counted and thanked begging for the next one......"one, thank you Mistress, your slut deserves more"......."two, thank you Mistress, your slut deserves more".......and so it went on until 52 had been reached.
Unshackling the slut from the cross and clipping his cuffs together in front of his body I pulled him close. I whispered in his ear " the boys are now going to take turns filling your arse with their cocks until you have been pumped 365 times, one for each day, and you will not cum, do you understand me?"
"Yes Mistress" G whimpered.
I instructed G to learn over the table so that Lady Selena and I could watch his face and see his cock during his treat. G obeyed and placed his shackled wrists on the table and bent over his legs spread. His cock was swollen and twitching.
Tim was first up and Rob had taken on the task of counting each pump. No boy was permitted to cum. Each of them were so horny now and when they knew of their involvement they were instantly hard and begging Lady Selena to touch themselves. Tim pumped to 33 and had to withdraw.......Carl got so horny watching and only made 11....44 in total. I think all these boys are desperate to cum. Selena and I coaxed the boys on and we started touching our pussy's to tease them and asking them how wonderful it would be for each of them to fill my boy and have Carl clean up......Tom took over and completed 27.......Tim again........11 this time, 82 in total. Eventually my boy was blissfully pumped 365 times and I pulled him close and let him rest on his side, wasted, horny, hot and beautiful. I caressed each welt and raised part of skin. Selena kissed my cheek goodnight and left me with G, taking her panting horny boys with her.
G and I layed there for a while and then I told him there was one thing missing from my plan and that was the single thing to mark the year. For about an hour we caressed and kissed, G is my slut, my slave, my lover and so much more. I told him how thankful I am that we can share everything we have and still remain so focused. I pulled my self up and undressed perching on the small table and pulling G to his knees, I unshackled him and ordered him to fuck me hard..........
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