Prince Charming and Lady Clarissa by Charlie

The Dominion (Femdom) Lady Clarissa Greymoon
Prince Charming and Lady Clarissa

By Charlie Vanalten

The Prince was  very handsome, he took after his father in that respect but his father and mother were now quite old and he though quite old fashioned. His mother, was  the queen of the whole of the south side of the island. The north side was ruled by a terrible witch named Clarissa. The queen knew that Clarissa had eyes for her son and she was determined that her son would never set eyes on her.

One day while the Prince was out riding near to the border the witch Clarissa saw him and so she rode her steed at a fast gallop and jumped a hedge fairly close to her side of the border. It appeared to falter and she fell heavily to the ground. The Prince saw what had happened and rushed to her aid. His steed stopped dead when it got to the border, the prince tried to make it cross the small stream that was the border but it refused to budge. The Prince dismounted and jumped across the stream to help the pretty lady to her feet.

“Are you alright, that was a bad tumble you took, please let me help you” he said smiling as he took her hand. Clarissa the witch just smiled at him and laughed to herself because he was on her side of the border now and she had been trying for years to get him over her side. She feigned an injury to her ankle by falling down as soon as she put weight on it. The prince said “where do you live My Lady, I’ll take you home, is it far”?

 Clarissa looked up at him and said “It’s just on the other side of that hill, I really would be most grateful if you could help me to get back there”. He picked her up and put her back onto her mount, then he took the reigns and led it around the hill. She pointed to a small wooden hut about 50 yards away “that’s where I live” she said to him “I have some herbs that will help my ankle but it will mean me making a fire to make the salve, could you help me with that”. The prince being a perfect gentleman said that he would do anything for her, if it meant that she would get well again faster.

As soon as he got to the hut he lifted her down from her mount and carried her into the hut. She pointed to a low bed and told him to put her down on it. He set her down carefully and then went to the fire place and set about getting the fire going for her. “Please could you get me the pot that is in the alcove by the fire and some of the herbs that are hanging just above it” she said quietly to him. She watched him closely as he found what she had asked for. When she had both items she rubbed the dry herbs in her hands and watched as the dry leaves fell into the pot then she handed the pot to him and asked if he could put a little water into it for her.

She watched him pour out some water from a jug and then said “That’s enough now please put it on the fire and keep stirring it, when it is boiling please bring it to me”.


The prince stirred the brew carefully watching all of the time to make sure that non of it stuck to the sides of the pot and when it started to boil he took it off of the fire. He took it to her and placed it carefully onto the floor beside the bed near to her ankle. She gave him some strips of cloth. “Please drop these in to the pot for me and give the brew a stir, then when they are soaked in the brew please tell me and I’ll wrap my ankle with them.

The prince did as she asked but just before he could take the strips of cloth out she grabbed his head and forced it down so that his mouth and nose were inside the top of the pot. As the prince struggled he took a deep breath and dropped to the floor. “You my prince are in my power now, you are my slave and will do as I say from this day forward, you will do everything I tell you to do willingly. When I let you go, you will return home and go straight to your bed chamber you will strip naked and get under your furs, you will sleep until I wake you with a kiss. You will not talk to your father or mother nor to any other people on your return”.

She got up off the bed and told him to stand. When he was standing up she commanded him to turn around and to take all of his clothing off, then when he was standing naked she told him to remove all of the rings and other pieces of gold and silver that he had on him. When he had done as she asked she took a dirty cloth from the corner of the room and put it around his waist, then tied it with a piece of cord so that it would stay on him. She started to chant some words and watched the front of the cloth as it started to lift up. The chant carried on for some time and then she stopped chanting and said “stay still while I write on your chest”.

The prince just stood as she wrote “Dearest queen, your son is in my complete power and he only answers to me now, you of course will try to get him help but you will fail. My price for getting your son free of the spell is all of your lands and wealth” signed  Clarissa Queen of the North and soon Queen of the South too. “Go now and sleep my Prince, we will meet again soon of that I am quite sure”.

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The naked prince walked out of the hut with only the loin cloth covering his nakedness, he walked on and on until he came to the castle of his birth, he never uttered a word to anyone. Then when he was in his bed chamber he removed the loin cloth and slipped beneath the covers and fell into a deep sleep.

His man servant found him there the next day, he was embarrassed to see that there was a high area in the blanket that covered the prince just where the top of his legs were but then he saw that there was writing on the princes chest, he read it and hurried off to find the King.

When the King saw the bulge in the blanket he too felt embarrassed but then he read the words that were on his son’s chest, he was horrified and called for his mother. He told the servant to put a pillow under the bed clothes to try and hide the thing that was making the bed clothing stick up.

By the time the Queen arrived it looked like the servant had succeeded, but all he had done was to put several pillows around his prince so that the sheets were flat in that area. The queen tried to wake her son but he stayed fast asleep, just about everyone in the castle tried but the boy stayed like he was.

The King and Queen sent messengers out into the whole of their kingdom to ask for help. Although several hundred people arrived at the castle not one could break the spell on the boy, several years had passed when a traveller from another part of the world arrived. The traveller had seen another like the prince on her travels and told the Queen of it and how the spell was finally broken. The King had died of a broken heart a year before.

“You must do as the witch demands but I can help you get your lands back if you will let me help. I will put another spell on the boy to return here after she has had all she wants from him for thirty days and then if you can get an army together you can kill off the old witch who has the same name as I do, that being Lady Clarissa, but I am not as she is, I am a White Witch”.

“You will have gold and jewels, all that you can carry if you return my son to me, I will let you have all that you wish, but just get my son back for me that is all I can ask of you” the queen said. “I will need to be alone with the boy, now go while I prepare, I will call you to take me to your son soon” the white witch said. When all had gone from the room she opened her bag and took out several things, then she opened a small black book and said a few words over the items that she had taken out of the bag. Then she returned each item to the bag carefully.

She went to the door and called out “I am ready now, please take me to the Prince”. The Queen and several servants came into the room, the Queen spoke “Come this way please”. When they arrived at the room he was in she said “This room is no good I need a room with stone floors, it also needs to be completely empty of furnishings, I need to draw a pentangle on to the floor and he needs to be put in the centre of it” Lady Clarissa said to all present.

The Queen ordered the servants to clear the only room that had stone floors, the room was under the great hall, it used to be used for keeping prisoners in many years before. The servants rushed off only to return when the room below the great hall was ready. Lady Clarissa went to look at it and then she ordered everyone out of it while she prepared it. An hour later she returned to the Princes room.

“Take the Prince down and put him in the centre of the pentangle, then you must all leave the castle, we have to be quite alone for this to work, not one body must be inside of the castle, not even a slave” she said quietly. The Queen gave the order to the servants to carry the Prince down to the room below. They carefully lifted the Prince and the bed coverings and started to move out of the bedroom, but before they got to the door the traveller said “NO, just the Prince nothing else, no coverings or pillows”.
The Princes servant said “My Queen if we have to remove the blankets you will see something that you should not see, please I beg of you leave us now”. The Queen said “I have seen my son naked before, I gave birth to him didn’t I, I will stay with him until we all have to leave”. But when the blanket and the pillows were removed she gave out such a scream, she had no idea that the thing that was sticking out from his body could be so long and hard. She went bright red and rushed out of the room, her head in her hands.

The servants that had never seen the Prince before also gasped at the size of it, but they still did there duty and carried him down to the room below, the White Witch  followed and made sure that he was placed just right in the pentangle when they reached the chosen room. “You must all leave the castle now, not one person must be here when I start the ritual, I will give you a full hour to vacate the area, please clear all rooms of people, if any remain your Princes life will be in danger. Fire a canon when you are all out”.

When all had left the room Lady Clarissa put candles onto each point of the pentangle and lit them in a certain order, she said words that nobody could understand if they ever heard them when she lit each one. Then she moved into the centre circle with the Prince and lit four others, one at each point of the compass.

She had just lit the last of the bowls on incense when she heard the canon. She started her chant, her voice changed from that of a lady to that of some other thing and it got louder and louder until at last she stopped. She then ran her hands over the Princes naked body touching every part of it chanting something new every time she touched a different area. Slowly her hands lifted up from him and as she did he lifted up from the floor. He was still laying flat but he was rising just the same. When his body was above head height she ran her hands over his back and chanted more things as she touched every point, she played extra attention to all of his body openings then she lowered him to the floor again.

“You will remember me, you will forget the Black Witch of the north after 30 days , on the 30th night you will kill her with that mighty thing between your legs, it will grow and grow inside of her until it kills her no matter where it is, you will then return here to this castle and rule over your people with me at your side, you will always do everything I want you to do. Do you understand”. The Prince uttered the only words he had said for 6 long years “I will do as you say, I understand completely Lady Clarissa”.

She said a few more words over him and then she lifted him up again and then she slowly pulled him along and out of the room, up the long stairs and up into his bed chamber, she lowered him back onto his bed and left him naked laying on top of the blankets. “Sleep now until the Black Witch frees you”.

She left him and went straight out to the main gate of the castle and pulled on the opening mechanism to open the gates. The queen was waiting for her.

“He will be free from the Black Witch by the end of 30 days and nights, you will not need to kill her because she will die as she lived, I will return here on the 31st day. What ever you do you must not cover the Prince up with anything, no coverings at all, he must stay as I have left him, he is sound asleep on his bed”.

The Queen sent out a messenger to the Black Witch. “You win , please release my son, you can have it all I just want my son back as he was before you put that curse on him”.

The Black Witch laughed when she read the message, she was looking forward to making them all pay well for making her wait 6 long years, oh yes she would make them all pay. She set off to the land to the South that very afternoon. As rode she made plans of what she was going to make the Queen see and do, If the old King was still alive he to would be humiliated as well, but not as much as she would humiliate her sister the Queen. The Prince would be made to do anything that she wanted, after all he had to do exactly as she ordered him to do. She would make the Queen watch every lude act that he would be made to do, high up on the castle walls so that all could see just how long and hard his cock was. She was going to enjoy every moment.

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When the Black Witch entered the room of the Prince she smiled at the way he was laying on the bed, his skin so white against the grey of the fur beneath his body. She ordered everybody out of the room except for the Queen, she was going to enjoy making her squirm.

The Black Witch leant over the Princes body and gently kissed him full on the mouth and then uttered a few words in some unintelligible language. The Prince started to wake and then while he was still on his back the Black Witch leapt onto the bed and started to rub his huge member in front of the Queen.

 The Queen started to move towards the bed but stopped suddenly as the Black Witch snarled “He is in MY power you cannot help him now, he is mine for always, I’m going to have everything you own and your son too”. She squatted down over his erect cock and dropped onto it, loving every moment. She swivelled around on it until she faced the queen who was now trying to look away from the sight but on hearing the Black Witches cackling laugh she couldn’t help but to look again.

When the Prince had woken fully she got off of him and then she took him up to the battlements and  screamed out to all of the people in the castle “Your Prince and all of the lands the Queen owns is now mine, You are all my slaves and now you will watch as I make the Prince mine forever.  I order you to come here every day at noon and watch as I have your Prince up here on the battlements, he is in my power and he will do anything I ask”. Every day she sucked the Princes cock dry.


And so it was for 29 days. On the 30th day she took the Prince back to her lands in the north. That evening the Black Witch called out to all of her slaves “Tonight I have a special treat for you all, you will see the Prince from the south and I joined as one, tonight we make love, you will see the contrast of his pure white skin against my superior black skin. Then All of the lands will be mine and mine alone”.

All of the people knew then that their lives would be hell, she was a cruel ruler and had always been so, but now she would be truly awful. They knew that the taxes would be more than they could ever pay and that many would be taken to the dungeons that her father had built when he ruled the North. He was bad but not as bad as his daughter was. Most of the people from the north had wanted to go south but that option was now closed to them.

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The 30th day passed slowly for the people, Black Witch prepared the castle battlements on her castle well. Huge fires has been lit so that no matter from what direction people looked from they could see what was taking place high above their heads. A large flat wooden platform had been built, it had 4 metal rings attached to it in the corners. This would be used to put the Prince on, and then she would mount his huge cock and her people would all cheer at the act of bringing the North and South together in that moment of ecstasy.

It was quite dark when the Prince was dragged up to the battlements from the dungeon that she kept him in, he was strapped onto the board and servants prepared him for the ordeal to come. He was covered in substances that to him smelt awful but to the Black Witch smelt beautiful.
When all was ready the bells started to ring out, bringing the people from far and wide to the castle. There were at least 50,000 inhabitants from both the North and South assembled when the Black Witch appeared. She shook off her cloak and had the board lowered and then when all of the light from the fires was focused on the board she jumped onto it.

The people watched as she stroked the Princes body and cock then with one bound she landed on it and started to move slowly up and down over it, she moved faster and faster, the board started to swing as she moved over him. Then she started to scream out in terror. “Stop, Stop him, get me off of him” she yelled at her servants. Several tried but they were stuck together, they pulled and pulled but she remained joined to him.

Her screams could be heard all across the lands both North and South until just after midnight all sound from her ceased. The Black Witch was quite dead. Her people all cheered as the news spread, her black body was dropped from the battlements into the moat and then dragged out and burnt.

The Prince was made out to be a hero but he couldn’t remember anything about it. The Prince was carried back to the south, by people of the north. The Queen had been released and was there to meet him.
On the 31st day the White Witch appeared as she had promised, she was greeted with open arms by the Queen. “you have saved my son as you promised, you can have anything you want, gold, silver jewels or land”.

Lady Clarissa smiled and said “I only want one thing and that is, for the Prince to lay in my arms while I play Second Life on my computer. I will name him ‘Prince Charming’ my independent pussy cat”.

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Pirate Story Part 2 by Duncan

Red Handed Jill watches her First Mate with complete satisfaction in the job she does preparing the unwilling victim for his demonstration. as the speedo is stripped from his body Jill snickers at the tiny dick she sees.

Green Eyed Sue commands another Lady to get "The Bag"! A large brown valise is handed up from the Pirates boat. The bag is passed to Sue, who chuckles as she opens the valise and presents the open duffel for her victim to see. The volunteer's eye open wide as he sees the wide array of toys that he may come to very intimate terms with.

Reaching into the bag Sue pulls out a huge Butt Plug and lube. "I think this is just perfect for our up tight volunteer." she snickers. "He needs to have his mind opened up. So I'll put this in a spot that is sure to influence his mind." she laughs heartily. The applies a small amount of lube to the plug and beckons a lady from the pleasure craft over.

"What a lovely Lady you are come here." says Sue, "What's your name? Do you know this thing?". The new Lady shudders and stammers "I am Clarissa, and yyes Miss he is my husband.".

Sue says "Tell me, does he treat you well Clarissa?"

"Usually Miss." a shaken Clarissa states.

"Call me Sue, Clarissa, you will be one of us soon and will come to understand the true power of being a woman." Sue glances at the woman knowing that she will soon find her true calling as a strong woman.

"Does your husband like anal sex Clarissa?" Sue asks "and do you?" already reading the signs that this scum likes a lot of things a weak man does.

"Yes Miss, he does but not me." says the new woman.

"I see, Clarissa. In time you will learn that he is really a weak man that prefers to be dominated but is afraid because of how he would be treated by his friends."

"You leave my wife out of this.."and he screams as the whip strikes him again.

Sue grabs his balls and looks him in the eye "you are really afraid aren't you worm? No need to answer." she says as she notices out of the corner of her eye his cock has started to harden under the threat of being dominated by his wife.

"See Clarissa, he gets hard at the thought of being Dommed by you."  chuckles Sue along with the rest of the Pirates. "Now all you need to do is what we teach you and I promise you, your life will change greatly for the better."

Clarissa takes a deep breath and notices all the signs of arousal in her husband. She feels free now and empowered to control her own life and teach her husband the way a man should really behave around his wife. Unbidden she reaches for the Butt Plug and makes sure there is enough lube on it. She parts her husbands ass and pushes the plud into his tight anus. The Man muffles a scream and his cock gets instantly hard. Further emboldened, Clarissa grabs a big cock shaped Dildo from the bag. She walks around in front of her husband. "You also are always demanding that I suck your pathetic cock too don't you dear?" she asks harshly, quickly learning the way to handle her toy.

"Yes dear, but please be kind to me remember all the good things I do for you." pleads her husband cravenly. "Don't I provide a good home and role model to our kids?"

"Ha!" mocks Clarissa, "yes I suppose you do help with raising the kids...when you ever decide to come home, and yes your income HELPS make our lives comfortable...but I work as hard as you do and then I am "Expected" to do all the household work, all the driving the kids around, all the fun things you want in the bedroom, and if something isn't right I get the blame for it. It's gonna change now dear. Do you understand?"

A whip cracks nearby and the worm cringes and says merely "Yes Dear."

Further emboldened Clarissa sneers and says"You will call me Mistress or Ma'am from now on, is that clear Dear?"

"Yes Ma'am." says the husband opening his mouth and greedily sucking the offered cock. Licking it like he wants his own to be treated.

"Now," says the new Mistress, "you will suck this cock like you want me to suck your cock all the time." She looks down and is surprised to find her husbands cock is harder than she has ever seen and twitching furiously as pre-cum leaks from it more effusively than she can ever remember. "Don't you dare cum!" she orders. "You always cum whenever YOU want, well no more dear! Your climax is in my hands from now on, is that clear?"

The new sub gulps, releases the cock from his mouth and says "Yes Mistress!" struggling mightily to control his orgasm. He realizes he is more turned on than he has ever been before and goes back to sucking the cock his new Mistress offers him.

"Now I am going to punish you for the neglect I got in bed last night, when you came in, stripped, slid your tiny cock inside me and came without so much as a tiny amount of concern over whether I came or not. No, you merely said a quick 'that was good dear, thank you' and then went to sleep." Sue, I don't know how to handle a whip, but will you make sure his ass is striped and red for me please?"

Sue says, "I can Clarissa but perhaps you know how to use this."  and she hands a paddle to the new Domme.

Clarissa grabs the paddle gleefully and says, "Indeed I do Sue, thank you! Bob (referring to her new toy and removing the cock from his mouth), you will count each spank calling out the number followed by Ma'am, is that clear!"

"Yes Ma'am." he says trepidatiously

End Part 2

A Bowl Of Fruit by Lady Lira

A BOWL OF FRUIT

By Lira Savira



The fire crackled and hissed in the warm, dimly lit room. The logs were cinnamon scented, but the fragrance was very light, nearly absent. The most pervasive smell came from a dark corner where a girl, clad only in a bra and boy shorts, sat cutting various fruits into a bowl. She looked across the room steadily instead of down at the kiwi she was cutting into slices. She was accustomed to this task and did not need to focus entirely on it. Her skin was flush with excitement and her breath came in long sighs over her moist tongue.

Across the room were two figures upon which her gaze was transfixed. A boy was on his knees near the fire, hands bound behind him with black silk rope. A red, leather muzzle with a buckled flap in front covered over half his face and mouth. His hair was dark and long, it hung down past his shoulders. His body was somewhat soft with extra weight around the midsection, but still firmly muscled about the shoulders, arms, and legs.

The other figure stood beside him, looking into the fire in a sort of meditative state. Soft music played in the background, a mix of radio sounds, perhaps a retro station. The figure's long black hair was pulled up into a messy bun, long tendrils dropping down over taut breasts that were exposed to the warm air of the room.

A tightly drawn corset was wrapped about her midsection. The effect looked painful but she did not seem to notice. She wore lace underwear and no stockings. On her feet were Italian leather boots with buckled straps high up the calf. The sole and heel of the boots were stainless steel. A light shawl was draped over her arms, tassels swinging lightly. The room seemed very quiet as though everyone was holding their breath waiting.

The moment is suddenly gone as though they were all briefly frozen in time and then proceeded to move more quickly to make up the difference to the universe. "Trevor." The Mistresses voice rang sudden and sharply through the room, the tone demanding immediate response. The force of it caused nearly instant activity, but not from the boy kneeling beside her. Another boy, this one thinner and with very short hair came forward quickly, head down, and knelt at her feet. He did not raise his head, but instead stared at the heel of her boot as he asked breathlessly, "Yes, Mistress?"

She leaned down to lightly rub the back of his neck as though he were a favorite pet. "It's time, let's get started. You'll be our stand. Get into position, but not to close to the fire. I don't care to get overheated." Trevor quickly moved into position a yard or two from the flames but still within the glow that reflected the beads of sweat building on his flesh in anticipation. He put his head down, and knelt on hands and knees in cat pose.

The Mistress gripped the edge of a strap on the other boy's muzzle and pulled him over to their living table. She comments calmly to the girl sitting in the corner without turning around. "You'd better have that ready." The girl immediately dropped the knife on a paper towel nearby and collected the bowl, walking over to kneel near her Mistress gracefully. The bowl was nearly filled with oranges, apples, kiwi, and an assortment of berries.

The Mistress turned the boy with the muzzle and forced him over the back of the other boy, stomach down. He began to struggle a bit involuntarily and she put a firm grip on the back of his neck and wrist restraints to steady him until he calmed. Once he had settled, and she could see he would not panic, she released him slowly, leaving him bent over to rest over Trevor's back. He was facing the girl with the bowl of fruit and gave her a frightened look. She smiled lightly in return as though attempting to comfort him, but said nothing.

The Mistress strapped on her belt with a medium sized phallus with a fleshy tone. The boy could hear her adjusting it, and his heart trembled as his mind raced. He wanted to, he knew. Even now his cock was growing harder as he felt Trevor's flesh straining beneath him. But much of him still resisted this first opening. He felt the Mistress's hand touch his bare skin and could feel some of the tassels from her shawl sweeping over his back.

The Mistress laid her hand against the boy's smooth buttocks and felt goosebumps rising at her touch. She rubbed his ample flesh firmly in small circles, reaching around to carress his erect member. Her tongue ran up his back softly. After a few minutes of this, she picked up a tube from a nearby table, and lathered some oil from it on the phallus attached to her. She could hear the boy's breathing becoming more rapid and this just excited her more.

The girl watched as her Mistress gripped the boy's hip from underneath and lathered more oil between the cheeks of his ass. She also was becoming more flush with the excitement of observing. She knew what was expected of her from previous experience. She moved closer to the boy as her Mistress began to gently break past his barrier. She unbuckled the clasp from the muzzle, revealing the opening beneath. The boy's breath smelled good to her when he gasped and then moaned at the first penetration.

Trevor could barely see the girl and watched her select an orange slice from the bowl. Her hand disappeared as she delivered it to the boy's mouth. Trevor rhythmically relaxed and tensed his muscles to be able to endure the weight longer. He remembered this first experience himself. The girl had given him a piece of apple as the Mistress had broken him in. He recalled that in that moment for him, he was strongly reminded of the garden of Eden.

The Mistress began to caress her breasts as the boy relaxed and her stride became more evenly consistent as she pressed into him. The soft sound of his guttural moans between swallows, the smell of the bowl of fruit, and the warmth of the fire were very soothing to her. She reached over to caress the girl's cheek as she continued and smiled softly at her. The girl looked at her Mistress shyly and slowly smiles back, delivering another piece of fruit to the boy's mouth.

Night Skype by Sillien

"Skype. Now."

He dropped his phone as soon as he read the text and scrambled to get his clothes off. The shirt was easy enough, but he tripped as he tried to hop to the computer and slide his pants off at the same time. Skyping on a Friday night was a rare thing. She was usually out with her friends going to the movies, hanging out with her brothers, or...out on a date. That was an interesting possibility.

He knelt in front of his computer, completely naked, and woke it up. A couple of clicks and he was dialing his Mistress, hundreds of miles away. "God, those noises are annoying," he thought. After five seconds she accepted the call and his jaw dropped.

Her tablet was propped up above the headboard. Perhaps on a shelf over the bed? That didn't matter. Maybe his brain was trying to figure that out so he wouldn't be focused on what his eyes were seeing. There was his mistress. She was topless. Grinning ear to ear. She was straddling a man. He couldn't see the man's face, but he had a good view of his abdomen, of his hands caressing Mistress' sides, of his cock standing tall, just inches from her pussy.

"Hi, slut." She was probably talking to him and not the guy about to get laid. "Did I interrupt anything?"

"Nothing important, ma'am." The sounds of plasma rifles and sub-machine gun fire came from his tv. He was in the middle of a multi-player match in Halo and now he was just providing the opposing team with easy kills. He completely forgot he was playing in his haste to answer her summons. "I'll turn it off, ma'am..." He started to get up from his knees until she stopped him.

"Leave it." She sneered. That actually ticked her off a little bit. Mostly because she really did want it turned off. He just didn't give her the chance to tell him to do it. She shook her head for a moment and looked down at her lover. Her hips started to rock, the man's cock pressed against her. "Are you looking at me, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress." His eyes were glued to the monitor. His hands were clasped behind his back.

"Good. You need to pay close attention." He took a deep breath as she raised herself off of the man, positioned his cock just right, and slid down the length of it. She and her faceless lover both moaned at the same time. The sound came from Dan's speakers. He felt a little vibration from the subwoofer resting on the wood floor just a couple of feet from where he knelt.

His eyes followed her hips on the screen, up and down, up and down. The man's hands reached up and cupped her breasts, squeezing them, his fingers pressing into the flesh. After three minutes her eyes looked straight into the camera.

"Edge."

Dan wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked it. He matched the rhythm of the two lovers. He closed his eyes and brought his fist down hard with every tap of the headboard against the wall.  It was like a drum, the cadence of sex coming through 30-watt speakers. Each pounding of his flesh made it grow just a little bit more. Then another sound came from behind him. It was the high-pitched whining "zzzZZT" of a plasma grenade sticking to him in Halo, followed like a loud "Boom!" She growled and slowed down her pace just a tad. "Put your plug in. Now, bitch. But shut that damn thing off first!"

He scrambled over to the XBox and smacked the button so hard he winced as the unit shuddered. Then he snatched the butt plug and Astroglide from his desk and got back on his knees, facing away from her this time. "Hurry. Up." Dan doused the plug with lube and reached behind him, one hand holding an ass cheek spread wide open, the other teasing his hole for a second just to make sure he was positioned right. She bit her lip and moaned as his hole took it in. "Mmm, get back to edging, slut. And faster."

He gripped it tight and kept his eyes on the screen this time. He stroked faster. He started with their rhythm and sped up from there until he was pounding his cock as she rode someone else's. There was distance between the two of them. They had last met a month ago. He was licking that pussy back then. Tasting her. Adoring her sweet, lovely pussy. He could feel it building inside him, getting closer. Getting oh so close... "Ma'am...I'm near the edge..."

"Stop."

His hand dropped as if it weighed twenty pounds, right on the hardwood floor. His breathing was rapid and shallow. Sweat began forming on his brow. That rhythm was getting faster. She was beginning to grunt, her glances at the camera seemed to mock him, to remind him that he wasn't the one under her tonight.

"Edge."

The stroking was furious this time. So was her riding. The other man's fingers dug hard into her hips, and Dan could hear him getting closer too. The edge of his fist began slapping his balls he was pounding so hard, but he was too gone to really notice it. His mistress' moans and yelps were really all that he was paying attention to. It was bringing him there so quickly. The two of them were so close to blissful pleasure.

"Mistress, I'm at the edge. Please let me cum, Mistress. Please, I beg you, please..."

Dan's heart sank as she answered his plea.

"Ruin it."

He blinked. He wanted to crawl into a hole and cry. Instead, Dan pushed himself past that edge, past the point of no return, to that place where you know you cannot stop the gushing. And he let go. Mistress watched his cock twitch helplessly, spilling his juices and giving him nothing for it. No real pleasure to speak of. Just wasted seed.

Dan slumped his shoulders and his cock bounced up and down, little droplets hitting the floor. She moaned and moaned and threw her head back, her lover's fingers digging into her sides, grunting, the two of them shaking as they climaxed. Poor Dan watched as that man enjoyed something that was just taken from him. Mistress' attention returned to Dan.

"Lick it up."

He gulped. He bent over. His tongue met the hardwood floor and collected his semen, the saltiness of it filling his mouth. The humiliation filling his soul.

"That's a good slut. Get it all up." She stroked her clit and started to moan.
She had him hold it in his mouth until she came again. She slid the used condom off of her lover's cock and dangled it in front of the camera. A smile filled her face from ear to ear.

"Now swallow, mine."

The end

Confession By Heather

There are nights when I dream of her. She smiled at me from across the room and I melt into a puddle. I'm addicted to her. I want her. I want her, to want me. It feels as if she knows my every thought. I want her to touch me, to devour me and I know I would let, no holding back. The room is always the same, I wouldn't know where to begin how to describe it though, I only have eyes for her. There are other people, but she tantalizes me. The first time I dreamed of her, I woke up wet and wanting. I remember it so vividly.

She beckoned me over with her finger and I happy obliged. I don't think we spoke. But when she announced to follow her, I followed her like a lovesick puppy. She brought me to the bar. "Do you know how to fix a drink?" I shook my head and she laughed saying, "I'll teach you." She held out her hand and I grabbed it as she pulled me closer. She moved behind me and as I felt her body press into mine I thought I would faint. "Close your eyes," she whispered in my ear. I did. She intertwined her fingers with mine and brought my hands up to the back of my head and moved my fingers into my hair. The fingers brushing my skull made my nipples harden. "Stay," she said as she released my fingers. She traced her fingers down my arms and when her fingers stopped making contact with my body I pouted. "You see, you'd think fixing a drink is real easy, but do it too fast or too slow and the feeling just fades." I had no idea what she was talking about, but I just nodded. "You see, it's all about the right touch, the right movement at the right moment." She pressed firmer against me and I could feel her reach for something. "What is this?" she asked as I felt something cold against my cheek. "A bottle?" I muttered softly. She chuckled. "What's in the bottle?" I could hear her undo the lid. "Smell." I grinned. "Vodka!" I heard her toss the lid away. "Very good." The way she whispered softly in my ear gave me goosebumps. I shivered when she brushed my hair from neck, I could feel her breath on my skin and it turned me on like nothing else. "Now, tell me, do I pour it slowly or fast." I bit my lower lip, "slowly." I wasn't prepared for the sudden slow drip of vodka pouring down my chest. "Turn around." I turned around and she pushed me against the bar. "Keep your hands where they are." The tongue following the stream of vodka made my clit throb and I moaned. "This is much easier if you take off your shirt, but since you cannot move your hands, I'll do it for you." Her lips moved up higher and the wet trail of her tongue in my neck made my knees weak. I could feel her unbutton my shirt. "Oh my," she said as her fingers traced my cleavage. "Spread your legs." I did as she demanded, my heart felt like it was beating overtime. I felt her hand move through my hair as she grabbed it and pulled my head backwards. She pushes her knee between my legs, I'm sure she could my wetness right through both of our jeans. "Hard or soft?" I wasn't prepared for that. I opted for soft. She chuckled and when her lips covered my nipple, and her tongue flicked it, I changed my answer to hard. "I didn't ask you a question, now did I?" I told her no, her hand slipped down my pants, into my panties and her grip on my hair become stronger. "Don't come." Her finger slipped through my wetness, finding my clit easily and as her finger moved over it, faster and faster, I wanted to come so badly. My moans got louder and I had trouble remaining in the right position. "Fast or slow?" I growled and muttered fast as her finger slid into me, moving in and out in a fast motion. I should have went with slow. I could feel my clit throbbing harder. "Hard or soft?" I begged her for hard and her mouth covered my nipple once more and as she bit down with her teeth I thought I was going to explode. "Do you want to come?" I said "Yes" faster than I ever had before. "What's the magic word?" Her thumb rubbed over my clit and just as I was about to scream a "please" I woke up.

Damn dreams.

Be Well by Skylog

I know you suffer and is sick,
I wish it would vanish like a whip flick.
I can't offer you any real care,
that can ease your body's mare.

If only I could hold your hand,
to you out of pain stand,
but maybe it will better with a rug
and my most gentle hug?

My friend and Dear Madame,
I wish, I could do more than this silly poem.
I wish - I was by your side,
to help you trough this hard ride.

Mistress Frustrations By Casey

Mistress' Frustrations
by
Casey Wildmist

It was just another day, I was sitting at the computer, just bouncing around the grid a bit while I waited for Mistress to come home from work. A smile lit up my face as the notification popped up on skype that she was online. I quickly greeted her and asked about her day. After a few minutes of chatting, Mistress twitched and started looking around for someone to beat. I delightfully volunteered and quickly got my paddle as she ordered.

Upon my return she called me and the first thing I heard was my Mistress' laughter at my eagerness to be the target for her to take her frustrations out on. She called me her slut, which I can never deny, I was already squirming in anticipation, which amused her even more. Unable to stop the small moans and whimpers, I dropped my pants and bent over the bed when she told me to get into position. She would count and I would spank, firmly.

As she started the count, I raised the paddle, keeping a tight grip on the handle, firmly spanking my squirming ass, moaning, gasping, and thanking her after each series of spanks. My cock was throbbing with each strike, making my voice higher and more breathless with each one, all to Mistress' enjoyment. Her chuckles and reminders that I was her slut drove me closer and closer to the edge. She kept counting, I kept spanking, the stiff paddle hitting my ass over and over in the same area, the burning sensation getting stronger every time until she reached twenty and said we were done.

I was left with a burning ass and an aching cock, all to the delight of my Mistress. I thanked her over and over for letting me be her slut boy before putting the paddle down, pulling my pants back up, and sitting back down at the computer, the moans and gasps from sitting on my spanked ass provoking even more laughter from my Mistress. I'm such a lucky boy to be the one to relieve Mistress' frustrations.