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Mistress want you to read her real story PART2 of 3
Aug 24th
Wow, you are so hard and I haven’t even touched it yet. It’s
Twitching and jumping all over the place. You are so hot. Is that because you
Can feel my warm breath? Or do you anonymously like to be teased. Oooh,
It twitched again. I believe you adore it don’t you? To be all powerless
And tickled crazy by a hot exposed girl like me. Look at you, you are
Blushing. You are embarrassed because I found you out, aren’t you.
Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with you today. You promised
You’d behave, remember?
You know, some boys hear my voice and they suspect I’m a goddess.
Do you’re thinking that I sound like a goddess? Even so, you know what I’ve
Never attempted. I have never ridden one of those mechanical bulls. I’ve always
Needed to, though. It makes me wet to think about my legs wrapped around
All that thrusting power.
If I climbed on top of you and teased you, would you be my bull?
We can play rodeo. Would you like that? I will draw hearts on your
Chest with my fingertips. Over your underarms, down your ribs all the way
To your belly button. Over and over and over. I’ll make it really
hard for you, and you can twist and buck and try to throw me. Doesn’t that
Sound like fun? ( snorts )
I may even make you a deal. If you can toss me off, then I’ll toss you off ( giggling ).
But just so you know, I’m able to hold on to anything I’m able to grab. And that … Is one nice saddle
Horn you have there ( snorts ) It fits so nicely in my hand, so soft
And velvety and yet so hard at the same time.
Hmmm. You like it when I stroke your saddle horn don’t
You, my big helpless bull. I like it too. All you have to do is throw me and I
Will stroke it all afternoon. You ready? I would like you to look at these
2 delicate hands and these long slim fingers. They appear so harmless
And beautiful now don’t they?
But you know the truth don’t you? You know that in an exceedingly few
Seconds they’re going to slowly destroy you. They’re going to find each
Weakness, and they are going to linger there until you can barely
Breath through your uncontrollable laughter. You know that I’m going to
Keep going and going until you are spent, a quivering, crying heap.
You know that these fragile feminine fingertips are actually fatal
Weapons, and now I am going to start killing you with them. I believe I
Will start right here, in your armpits. Ooooh goose bumbs. ( giggle )
Awww, look. You are attempting to be a tough little man, are not
You? You are attempting to hold back. You think if you can just hold out a
small while I might give up. You think if you hold your breath and close
Your eyes, you can stand it a little longer before you utterly
Lose control.
But it won’t work. I’m going to keep going and going. I will
Feel how much you love it from that saddle horn pulsing against my
Ass. At some point, you are going to start guffawing and squirming, and
Then you are mine. Then you’re lost to it.
Oooh, you jumped when I touched your ribs. If you need, you can focus on my hard
Nipples, and how much this is turning me on.You can think about that wet
Spot on your belly where I am sitting, and about how it’s going to be
Smeared all over you after your start your uncontrollable convulsions.
Do you like how wet you make me?
I am wondering what would happen if I went a little harder … Right
THERE! Whoa, ride ‘em cowboy!
Real mistress story part 3 of 3 , must read for slaves!
Aug 23rd
Oh God, so much fun you are. You are all sweaty and puffing. You
almost tossed me there once. Whew! I need a little rest before the
Next event ( titters ). But wow, look at that big, hard saddle horn of yours.
Mr. Bull. I do not care what you are saying, I believe the saddle horn liked it
( laughing ).
You mind if I play with it while you settle down a bit? Here,
Let me prop your head up with a pillow. I want you to watch what I am
About to do to you. I want you to see my lips as they take you in my
Mouth. I need you to look into my deep green eyes and know how much I
Like you this way – how much I like you powerless and needy and oh so hard.
you’re keen on it when I run my lips up and down you like this don’t
You? You like when I wrap your head with my tongue, and then draw a miniscule
Wet line down your plump little jewels. I love to
Tease them with just the tip of my tongue. I like how it makes you gasp
And wiggle. I could do that for hours.
You are getting close, are not you? But I don’t want you to explode
Yet. I need to fuck you, remember? I want you to hold out just a
little bit longer for me. Can you do that? Are you sure? I like playing with
You, but you can not cum yet. Okay?
If you cum, i will be very awfully disappointed. Actually, if you
Explode without authorization I’ll make it terribly … Difficult for you.
First, I am going to attack that super sensitive little knob there with the center of
My hand until you cry. And then … Then I can tease you all
Night. Do you know what happens to your body after you’ve got an orgasm, all
The nerve endings in your body are on alert, just like your hot cock
Here.
You think you are ticklish now, just wait till after you go over
The edge. Oh man, that’s’s something I would like to see. I’m not even sure
These chains will hold you. ( laughing )
So I am going to stroke you and lick you and try and make you cum,
But you have to battle it. Fight it off, or you will be sorry, trust me.
I know it’s hard. I know how much you’re keen on it when I stroke you like
This. But just tell me when you are too close and I can slow it down.
Okay?
I’m going to keep going slower and slower until my hand is barely moving
And squeezing at all, until you’re feeling like the smallest small movement
Will shoot rockets thru your body. If we just work together, I am able to
Potentially play like this for hours? With you right on the edge the
whole time.
Will you endure that for me? Just for an opportunity to have me fuck
You? Just imagine how nice it’ll feel? I know you can do it. See, it’s
Working already. Your toes are curling and your hips are moving. I can
Tell you are getting close again. Don’t shut your eyes, watch me.
Watch me slow down my hand. Watch my eyes devour you. I need you to observe
Me destroy you with my tiny little hands ( giggling ).
Mmmmm. I’m going so slow now. I’m able to feel your heartbeat. I will feel
You throbbing. Virtually to the tip top, are you able to take one more stroke? No?
OK, I’m going to squeeze a little at the top before I stop. Wow,
Look at that, your whole body is off the floor looking for more . That
Is so hot. Your muscles are all straining at once .
I can keep my hand on you so long as you can stay in the air like
That. When you fall back to the floor, my hand is gone for good. Okay?
( laughs ) Come on, just barely touching now. You can hold it. Keep
Going. Awwww. No more, Such a good robust boy.
Are you crying? Don’t cry. You’ve been such a good boy. I know
How frustrated you are with all the tickling and teasing. I told
You you might fuck me today and I meant it. Do you want to fuck me now?
( giggling ) I bet you would. I bet you can try to imagine how good it is
Going to feel sliding it in and out of me. I just can’t wait either. You have
Made me so hot for you, I don’t believe I could wait another minute.
OK, I’m ready to be fucked hard and long. Are you prepared too? All
You have got to do is open wide so I can put this in. What? Oh, I’m
Sorry. This is called a penis gag. This little one on this side goes in
Your mouth so you can hold it with your teeth. This large one on the other
Side, well, that’s what you fuck me with.
Oh no stupid, did you think that I meant something else? ( guffawing ) But
This way is miles better for you. This way you get a central stage
Seat to the show. This way you see my cute tiny ass with my back
Arched right there in your face. You get to watch my pussy lips wrapped
So tightly around this big thick dildo. You get to sample my juices as
They run down it to your mouth. You get to sniff my sweet arousal right
There just about touching your nose.
And best of all, you get to feel how tight I’m as my muscles pull
At your neck. And it’s better for me too, because I get to play with
You while you are fucking me. Don’t you like how it looks moving in and
Out like that? Oh yep, it feels so good. Can you taste me yet? Can you
Smell how hot I am for you?
Oh yes, fuck me harder.
Oh God that was so hot. You pounded me so good. Is your neck as
Sore as my pussy? I can not move, am I able to just lay here a bit like this
And play with your hard cock while I recover? Do you mind? Are you able to
Breathe back there with my little butt in your face like that? ( snorts )
You are not drowning are you? ( laughs )
You have such a pleasant cock, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen it
So hard and purple. If I wasn’t so exhausted I’d suck it and stroke it
Until you exploded, but I need a snooze right now. Can you hold out while
I take a little cat nap? I need you hard like this when I wake up.
If you want you can sleep to, and you can dream about how I fucked
You. Or, you can just lay there and wait for me, and think about how
You’ve been completely, totally fucked.
( heaps of titters ).
Some financial domme story
Aug 16th
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All my slaves know that I’m perfect, with massive wealth, beauty and power. What they don’t know is where all my money comes from. I do, naturally, and I usually enjoy recalling all about it.
I was 18, and out at a nightclub with some friends. There was a gruesome old guy sitting in the VIP area. He kept looking over at me. The simpleton was fully smitten, and I knew it. Even at that young age, I knew the power that my beauty gave me.
At 1 time in the evening, after he’d been having a look at me, I just walked right up to him and told him that I knew just how beautiful I was, and that if he wanted me then he have to prove that he was worthy of me.
‘What will it take?’ he asked.
‘For me to lift up my skirt and show you my pants, it’ll be 100 euros’ I lied.
‘Okay, here’s a 100 euros,’ he announced, as he passed it over.
I took the note, then smiling, ‘I’ve reconsidered my opinion, it’ll be 500.’
I noticed a grin and flash of excitement on his face as he instantaneously handed over the extra notes. ‘I am going to bleed him dry’, i thought to myself.
‘Actually,’ I said, ‘I have decided to not show you my knickers. No, instead I’ve decided that I need you to strip off in front of everyone. And it will cost all the cash in your wallet.’
‘But,’ he began to say.
‘But, what? Do it. Do it now!’ I barked.
Confused, but excited, the man froze.
‘Look, it’s very simple’, I announced. ‘First, I reach into your pocket and take your wallet’, I announced as I did just that. I took away the wallet, opened it up, and took the thousands of Eurodollars inside. As i did so I felt truly attractive. I can recollect licking my lips and feeling so sexy.
Regaining myself, I looked at him. The wretched, pathetic idiot. ‘Actually,’ I said,’you look old and ugly. This place is for cool folk who look good. Just get out of here!’
Turned on himself, although he failed to really understand why, he obeyed. I giggled to myself as he ran off, before counting out the cash : 6,500 euros!
‘This is easy’ I claimed to myself. ‘I am never going to work. I am just going to squish money out of simpleton men.’
So it all began…
Wife Mistress sent us a letter.. realsubmission story
Aug 12th
Annually, each year, a slave merits an important day. My husband’s 41st birthday is coming up later on in the month, and I feel a bit like treating him special for that day. What this means is that I can schedule a day with him in mind. Routinely he gets his pleasure from doing the things which really please me. Today, I consider doing this for him. Well, ok, in a paradoxical sense, it’s for him. : ) I haven’t decided everything he will be able to encounter that day, but I have a few ideas and would like to share them with you. If you’ve a few concepts of your own, be at liberty to email me and share them : ) Below is a proposed chronology, a “Birth-Day in a Life ” of sorts
600 : He awakes.
6:05 – 700 : He gets the children prepared and off to the bus.
7:05 : Wake me up.
7:05 – 7:15 : I am taking him in my mouth and bring him close to orgasm…spinning him off a few times and sending him to prepare my bath.
7:15 – 7:45 : While I bathe, he’ll then :
* Prepare my breakfast
* Lay out garments he’d like to see me in
* Report back in to my bath to :
O Heat up the water
O Shampoo my hair
O Scrub my back
O Be my personal soap dish ( his mouth )
7:45 : Towel me off.
7:50 – 8:05 : I’ll eat my breakfast now…in my bathrobe with him giving me a fast pedicure.
8:05 – 8:35 : Time to bring me to my first orgasm of the day, maybe two.
8:35 – 8:45 : Time to bring him close again…and deny.
8:45 – 850 : He has 5 minutes to get soft, or I should have to ice down his johnson.
eight hundred and fifty – 9:15 : Calesthenics – Jumping jacks, pushups, stair climber, and sit ups. I can be sure to sit by him and count each repetition. I might make stuff like situps a little more fascinating for him…squat over him and have him kiss my butt on each rep, or kiss my foot on each push up descent.
9:15 – 9:20 : He has five mins to shower and shave ( including his genitals ) – He better not cut himself.
9:25 : The CB-2000 goes on.
9:30 – 10:30 : Bondage hour : He gets tied in one or two positions in the course of the hour. Blindfolded, ear muffed and completely immobile. Standing, sitting, and lying…spread eagle and hog-tie. He is left alone for short amounts of time or is forced to smell various items of clothing or body parts. No erection is permitted because of the CB-2000…poor baby.
10:35 : The first of several birthday whacks : Kneeling in front of me, hands held behind his back -.
Face slaps.
10:45 – 12:00 : His first Birthday Challenge – “Anchored Organization” : His hands are cuffed both in front of and behind his neck ( cuffs in front, thumb cuffs behind ) and he is exposed ( excepting the CB-2000 ) on his knees. His pants are removed and a 5 lb weight is attached to his scrotum by an eight inch rope resting on the ground underneath him 41 pairs of my shoes and boots are placed in a pile on the far side of the room His Challenge is to make his way over to the pile ( pulling the weight behind him ) and, using just his mouth, prepare my shoes in size order inside color ( light to dark ) in pairs in neat lines. If he succeeds in this Challenge, he’ll be allowed to kiss each pair before he places them back into the closet. In this Challenge, I will sit back and revel in a good book. From time to time, I could need him to work his way over to me on the far side of the room and smell my toes or kiss my ass before returning to his Challenge.
12:00 – 12:30 : Lunchtime! Well, at least it is time to eat again! To explain, time for my 2nd orgasm. As a unusual treat for him, I’ll sit on his face and reach back and squeeze his balls in the cb-2000, while he eats me.
12:35 – 12:45 : He prepares a light break for me. He will have to wait till he’s taking me out later for dinner to eat.
12:45 : I fasten a thin rope from the base of his scrotum ( outside of the CB-2000 ) and up thru his butt crack to the loop at the back of his jeans.
12:50 – 3:30 : Time to go shopping! To the local mall, to pick clothing for me : ) periodically, I may grab the rope at the back of his pants and give a good tug. His job is to follow behind me as I walk through the stores, hold the packages, and offer his real interest and opinion about the things I examine. He’ll kneel outside of the dressing room while waiting for me to try items on. Time to buy 2 boots! No salesman required, he’ll gladly assist me in putting them on my feet.
3:45 – four hundred : Pick up the youngsters at the bus stop and bring them to their sleepovers.
4:05 – 4:15 : it’s time to soften the nipples…they will expect a good deal of attention tonight. He is going to start by counting 42 birthday smacks with the riding crop on each nipple.
4:16 – 4:20 : Nipple clamps on the nipples. I know they are sore, so he should thank me copiously as I tighten each in effect.
4:25 – 5:25 : Time for more frustration : First, I’ll put on my favourite leather slacks. They are lambskin, tight, wet, very savoury and he loves them. Then I’ll tie him spread eagle, face upwards on the bed. Next,I’ll gag him by putting one of the socks I wore inside my boots all day into his mouth, shoving them all the way in and tying them in with an ace bandage around his head. Then I’ll climb on top of him and sit just above his head facing his feet. I’ll linger there pulling the chain between his nipple clamps knowing that, gagged in that way, his only air must come through his nose and he’ll be inhaling nothing but leather perfume. After a bit of this, I’ll lean over and remove his CB-2000. I’ll extend my legs to either side of his head then grab his head from behind and lift it and clamp my thighs tightly, holding his face as far as it will go into my ass. Then I’ll rake my nails across the head of his erection. He’ll jerk, but between the ropes holding his ankles and wrists to the bedposts and my thighs immobilizing his head, he won’t be able to move much. Next I’ll switch to a light touch, barely touching the most sensitive parts of his penis and scrotum until he’s straining for more contact. Lastly, I’ll masturbate him quickly, pulling the chain on his nipples, squeezing his head. I’ll stop just before his orgasm, get up, and walk out for a while.
5:30 – 5:45 : When I return, I could remove his nipple clamps, check his bonds, replace the CB-2000. Then I may climb on to his face and enjoy another orgasm.
5:50 – 5:55 : After my orgasm, I could return my attention to his nipples. I may twist them in my fingers before replacing the nipple clamps. Then I should wait about 30 seconds and remove them. Then I’ll replace them again and remove them again. 4 or 5 iterations, waiting 30-60 seconds in between will sometimes reduce him virtually to tears ( to make it more sufferable, he can suck my toes to spend the time ). Then I will put them on one last time, untie him and send him to the shower to get cleaned up for dinner. He will dress in his tuxedo ( without the nipple clamps ). He is going to be overdressed, for certain, but that’s’s ok with me.
6:15 – nine hundred : he’s going to take me to a fabulous resteraunt in Manhattan. I am going to enjoy my favourite dishes and drink wonderful wine ( which he will be able to cheerfully pour ). He is going to enjoy his birthday dinner composed of salad and water ( he could stand to lose a few pounds ). I’ll take home some left-overs maybe for him to enjoy off the soles of my feet later in the evening.
9:15-9:45 : On the ride home, he’ll enjoy the pressure of his nipple clamps back again, and he’ll sit on a softball as he drives.
9:50 – 11:00 : Removing his nipple clamps, it’s back to the bedroom for some more fun…his birthday is nearly over! It’s time for his birthday spanking. Over the knee for his 41 + 1 spanks, first 42 with my hand, second with a paddle. Then I’ll hog-tie him on the floor on his belly and let him kiss my feet 42 times on each foot while I whip his butt with my riding crop…one stroke, one kiss. Next, I’ll retie him spread eagle, face upwards on the bed again. I will provoke him with my feet again, put the nipple clamps back on again, and masturbate him close to orgasm a few times. Then I’ll remove his clamps, light a colorful candle, put a condem on him, and mount his willy. I will drip the wax onto his nipples and ride him till he begs me to stop because he’ll come if I don’t. I’ll let him enjoy his well-deserved orgasm. I’m sure it’ll be a good one! I will not stop riding him until he is’s begging me to stop again. Then I could dismount him and grab my dildo, invert his condem onto it, inside out, and have him suck it till all his semen is gone.
11:05 – 12:00 : it will now be time for my last orgasm of the day. He’ll bring me to a last climax using his fingers, tongue and a vibrator. Then we’ll cuddle for a little while and I’ll roll off to sleep while he massages my back.
All in all, I would say he’d have a superb birthday!
One of our mistress cam reader sent us an amazing Slave mistress story!
Aug 5th
I got the call late afternoon and I was excited! Not only was it possibly the largest and best house I was going to put on the market, but the owner was one of the most lovely ladies I had ever met. She rang to say that she was going to use my company to sell her home but she wanted to discuss a few things with me first. As you can guess i am , or was, an Estate Agent. Probably because it was late in the day, or even more likely, because I deluded myself thinking that I may be on for a bit of extra marital with a beautiful woman, I didn’t tell any of my staff or put the appointment in the diary, what a mistake that turned out to be.
The house was on the edge of town off a country lane, and I approached it thru imposing gates and a long isolated drive. As I pulled up she came out to meet me looking even better than I remembered. She probably stood six feet tall in her stiletto heels, her long red hair flowed over her shoulders. I imagined she’s got to be something big in the town, as she was wearing a spotless business suit, and I rather dreamt that the black nylon I could see led up to a suspender belt. As I got out of the car she fixed me with her piercing green eyes and gave me a big, although I have got to admit not an especially warm, smile.
happy to see you again David she revealed as she held out her well-manicured hand. Her skin was soft but the grip wasn’t, as she gave my hand a good long squeeze. My hopes where raised as she invited me into the drawing room for a drink. There we sat and made small talk, although I have got to say I was nearly speechless in her presence, such was her beauty and demeanour I felt almost intimidated. Drink up! she revealed I need to show you something upstairs before we discuss business terms. This was it! I did not need asking twice, I downed the wine in one and stood up, or tried to.
I’m not sure how long I was out but I slowly woke to find myself on my knees, lent over something like a cross between a saddle and a weight lifting bench. My hands were strapped to the front and side and my ankles in a similar way restrained to one side and rear. There was something across the back of my neck that held my head still as my chin sat in a sort of dip at the front so that my face pointed forward. The chill I felt told me I must be naked. I could feel a slight draught between my raised and spread ass. What the hell was happening? Is this some silly nightmare? I would have liked to scream out but my mouth was full with something rubber. I tried to spit it out but I realized this also was restrained by a strap around my head.As I awoke I could her talking. At first I thought it was a TV, then I recognised the voice as my supposed client. “At last our subject matter shows signs of life, let me now demonstrate how quickly I can get this totally unsuspecting specimen to obey my commands”. She strode towards me, her heels clicking loudly on the hard floor. My situation had caused an adrenalin surge. I was awake and quickly surveyed what I could of my surroundings. I appeared to be in some kind of cellar but it was well lit and I could see why. As well as my client there were at least 2 others, men, pointing cameras at me from the front and side. My client got close. I was right about the stockings but now the business suit had been replaced by a black corset. Her flowing locks where now secured in a severe ponytail. To the side of her head was attached a microphone, the sort that you have seen ‘Madonna’ use on stage. This kept her hands free of course because in one she carried a bamboo cane!
She continued her commentary to camera. What you need to recollect is that a subject like this is different from the prepared weasels that pay for your service. He is going to need a bit of work on your side, but trust me, the results will be rewarding. With that she decreased her head towards mine. Well, this must be a trifle disturbing for you, you need to be wondering what has happened to you she said almost sweetly Well stop it! From this point on you don’t think for yourself. With that the cane swished across by ass making me writhe with the unexpected discomfort. Your old life is over, your sole purpose is to serve me and do my bidding. First you will need re-conditioning. The first thing to learn is that you do not speak unless told to do so. She started to undo the strap around my head then pulled out the rubber gag. What the hell. strike, went the cane, Why are you .. Whack! Another one even harder I ca.. Whack! I attempted a few more times to communicate with an identical effect till I realized she wasn’t going to stop until I did, and the pain of the constantly increasing strokes became unbearable. Tears were streaming down my face, my ass stung with unimaginable pain.
Right, now we will be able to start to re-build your life without interruption. She was so calm and she hadn’t even broken a sweat. What was this girl capable of? Your name is Gregory and you will remain in my household till I don’t have any further use for you. You’ll do as I say without question, at first out of fear of pain, but soon because it will be your true pleasure. Serving me will be your life! she strolled to a cupboard and removed a strap-on willy, one out of many on display. She put it on as she spoke your principal duty will be to provide a service to a couple of my many clients, often male, some female. Believe me when I say the men will be more kind to you. When you are with them, you’ll obey them as you would me.
She put the cane in the cupboard, removed a pussy-cat of 9 tails and then vanished from my sight. Before I have the enjoyment of your virgin ass, i need to teach you how and when to speak. I’m your mistress and shall always be known as such. Because you are now the lowest of the low, you may address all men as Sir and all women as Madam. This may include all the other slaves that you are going to come into contact with. Do you understand? I paused, the pussy tore at my back. Yes Mistress. Now, you adore cock, don’t you Gregory? After a slight pause I revealed yes. It wasn’t fast enough and damn, I didn’t remember to say Mistress. I paid the price of the lash. She was not ecstatic this is not good enough! I would like you to beg me to fuck you like a dog! Please fuck me like a dog I replied. Again she lashed at my back much more seriously. I don’t want you parroting me! I need you to say it as you mean it, because you desire me and as you need cock! Another lash hit its mark. Please, please fuck me Mistress, I regard myself as a dirty bitch, I really like to have cock inside me I pleaded. that is’s better.
James, come over here, we have got a virgin frantic to be fucked. One of the cameramen left his post to come towards me as I felt something cool being rubbed in my anus. You would adore to suck James dick, wouldn’t you Gregory? Yes Mistress, I might. Please Sir, am I able to suck your cock, I can not get enough. My Mistress giggled at this. A fast learner aren’t you, or are we seeing the genuine you? With this she entered me and the shock took my breath initially but once deeper it just felt uncomfortable. We took the liberty of cleaning out your guts while you where asleep as I don’t like any mess. As she thrust deeper and harder James dropped his trousers to free his cock, which made my five inches look rather pathetic.Another lash focused my mind. You’ve gone quiet! Do I not give you pleasure? Are you not grateful for what I am doing to you? I’m sorry Mistress, your expert fucking and the look of Sir’s cock left me speechless, please fuck me harder! she did and James put his cock to my mouth, at which I required by opening wide. With my head restrained I couldn’t do anything except provide a hole for him to fuck. This he probably did with gusto, ramming his large dick down my throat making me gag. To my awe I realised that my private cock had sprung into life. How could this be? I’m not gay, this disgusts me! But the truth was I could feel my hips moving backwards and forwards with the thrusts of my Mistress, my cock rubbed against the leather of the restraining stool, the concept and feel of this large cock throbbing in my mouth and this gorgeous woman fucking me was sending me rambling. See our bitch go now! she laughed he’s going to come. Fuck him harder! This they did, the glorious discomfort between my legs and the ever-throbbing joint in my mouth did the job. As James exploded his come down my throat, I did the same.“What do you have to say for yourself?” she asked as they both stood up from me. “Thank you Mistress”. She turned smiling to the camera to continue her commentary. As she did so James released me from my straps. I did not know what to do so I stayed where I was. I felt strange. Although in pain I felt almost euphoric. Any thoughts of my previous life where at the back of my mind, all I could think of was what this cruel Goddess, my Mistress, had in store for me next.
Get up Gregory, there’s more to be done today. You have earned the right to learn the art of worshipping me. When I enter a room you have to fall to your knees with your face to the floor and await my instruction. Well, what are you waiting for? once again the lash struck, this time against my chest. I duly obliged. From time to time you will have the honour of performing certain tasks for me. It can be anything from vacuuming to cleaning my toilet with your mouth. You will do these things immediately without question. Do you understand? Swish, the lash went across my back Yes Mistress. I was beginning to fear questions.
You have left a mess behind, see! Lick it clean you sickening animal! I raised my head and realized she meant my ejaculate against the restraining stool. I crawled across and did as instructed. This was less than pleasant. Just the concept made me sick but I tried not to let it show. See the bitch is hungry for more, she is going to be a good asset. I licked it clean until my mouth was dry. That looks like a good job, come and do the same for my shoes. As she presented them to me she lent forward and spat on her shoe. Now for some spit and polish she giggled. I was thorough, even the undersides and heels where put to me for both shoes. I finally stopped when told, my mouth dry as a desert.
parched are we? I assumed therefore that’s why I shall put a hold on your punishment for not thanking me for your duties. S-sorry, Mistress I stammered you’ll be, but first let me quench your thirst. Lie on your back. i did as instructed, she crossed to a drawer to retrieve a tube with a funnel. I’m letting you have the best drink of all. She put the tube in my mouth. The ’strap on’ had gone earlier. Now she undid one or two poppers in the bottom of her corset and held the funnel under her. Naturally I realized what would be coming my way. It was actually the worst drink I had ever had but I didn’t need to spill a drop, partially out of fear, but also because, bizarrely, I felt honoured to taste my Mistress’s nectar. The speed of flow made it difficult but i managed to drink it all and I lay on the floor pleased with myself.
Stand up, Gregory she revealed, almost friendly. Are you starting to enjoy the experience? I smiled yes Mistress In a split 2nd her expression changed, there had been a wildness in her eyes. At the same moment, with great ability, speed and force, she kicked me between my naked legs. No smile on my face now as I slid to the floor. You piece of shit she screamed. How dare you think that you can ever have pleasure! As I slipped forward to my knees she unleashed another kick, knocking me backwards.
Up Gregory! Get on the table and lie down! She pointed to a white linen covered, hospital examination bed. I got to my knees but failed to get any higher, so I crawled. I got to the table but couldn’t pull myself up. She kicked my ass, I got higher slowly till I reached up and fell onto the table. Thanks Mistress.
As I lay, I realised how much agony I was in. I saw her retrieve something that I recognised from a drawer. It was a piercing gun. She approached with it pointing at me. As I mentioned, you aren’t here to enjoy yourself. in case you forget, I’ve a incessant reminder for you. She quickly managed to pierce my distended pubic area in two places and the end of my foreskin before inserting rings into each hole with great talent. She then attached a padlock in such a way that I knew that I had probably had my last erection. It was painful, but on top of the rest it barely mattered.My Mistress, now in control, turned to face the camera. And there you have it ladies, the finished article. Now some of you may feel my methods are too extreme, and nonessential. Of course , you may have as many willing slaves as you want. But believe me none will give you the service or satisfaction that Gregory will give me. There’s one last piece in the jigsaw of his training. It will stop any silly thoughts entering his head. As I have said, he should know what I am capable of, that his life is mine now to do with as I please. He will write a suicide note for his folks. This will get left in his automobile with his clothes nearby, at a spot on the coast famous for it’s strong currents. His body will never be found.
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Aug 2nd
Let Me tell you about one of My current adventures… Slave richard is one of my most devoted slaves, and he was duly rewarded with a private Session after completing My Cyber Correction Course. When he arrived, I ordered him to strip exposed and crawl to the hallway under the staircase. Many have cupboards there, but I don’t. The space is occupied by a robust wooden dining chair with square arms and a cane seat. I took the rope I had earlier placed beside the chair, tied his wrists together, and instructed him to stretch his bound arms up as high as he could so I could tie his wrists to the bannisters above his head. I took a brush handle from below he chair, and ordered him to stand with his feet apart and kneeling down. I tied first one, then the other ankle to the ends of the brush handle, spreading his legs apart as far as they’d go. “I am not quite satisfied yet ” I whispered in his ear, delighting in the outward appearance of nervousness now on his face.
making a second brush handle, I pushed his knees apart and again tied the handle between them, leaving his cock and balls totally exposed, and slave richard defenseless. He told me that he was uncomfortable and wished to bring his knees together a bit. I giggled at him… “Do you think that I really care about your comfort? In fact , I don’t really want to hear the sound of your whining at all”. I again reached under the chair for two scarves. The 1st I pushed into his mouth, filling it completely, and the second I tied round his jaw as a gag, keeping the first headscarf firmly prepared. “Now I have you where i want you, and there is definitely nothing you can do about it and no way you can call out”.
It was right. He was helpless and vulnerable. I had one more touch to add to his bindings – I produced a final headscarf and tied it round his eyes – My power over him was complete. I did not talk to him again, but picked up the telephone. “he’s’s ready now”, I claimed, and five mins later , an eternity to slave richard, there was a knock on the front door. Even with his gag and blindfold I could see that he was frightened, stretched naked and helpless in the corridor. He could only hear my voice and, to his humiliation, three others, all Female. “he is’s not very much to look at, but here he is and you can do anything you like with him. We’ve all night”.
Slave richard looked terrified but his cock was erect as he sensed the women surrounding him, looking at him as they might a little insect they were about to squash under their heel. Their silence made the moment far more tense. He felt hot breath on one of his nipples – Mistress Midnight blew on his chest. There had been breath on his cock, his stomach, his neck, exasperating as there was no relief from the provoking. We ran our hands over him, caressing, provoking, exciting but never gratifying. His cock strained and bobbed as his excitement built, but his fun was soon to finish.
concurrently our hands stopped their work and Mistresses Madelaine grabbed a hold of his balls hard, while I pulled apart the cheeks of his arse and pushed a vibrator in approximately, violating him to the depths of his body. Knowing better than to cry out, slave richard made pathetic mewling noises underneath his gag. “Time to fuck, I think”. The others agreed, I withdrew the vibrator and Mistress Anastasia pulled his arse cheeks open again. Slave richard could feel something larger pushing against him. “This is a strap-on cock ” related Mistress Midnight. “It is bigger than your little tool, is harder, and will never go soft. Do you like fucking? ” of course slave richard couldn’t answer. He could not even clench the sides of his arse together to stop the penetration. Mistresses Anastasia and Madelaine held his shoulders Mistress Midnight pushed the plastic cock deep into his body and started moving back and forth, faster and quicker, but his embarrassment wasn’t yet complete.
I struck him across his nipples, causing him to tense and groan. Again and again he heard the swish as the cane struck his quads, stomach, cock, balls. His tribulation was lengthy. As one Goddess tired of fucking him, so that the strap-on was passed around, and so was the cane. Slave richard hung from his bonds, helpless, violated, in pain and at the mercy of 4 women. Eventually we stopped his trouble and removed his gag and blindfold. “Beg for mercy ” I commanded.
“I beg Mistress, I beg… ” he sobbed.
“Do you recognize the inaccuracy of your past life and swear to treat ladies with ultimate respect for the remainder of your sad life?”. He swore as I requested, broken and wiser. Freeing his hands, I ordered him to masturbate in front of the Mistresses, while they mocked his inferior endowment. Falling to the ground, he kissed My feet and the feet of the other Goddesses, thanking us for his punishment.
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Imagine… Five big black men bring you, struggling, to a basement room. Wordlessly they strip you naked and leave you alone on the floor. The lights go out. It can be pitch black. Slowly, you really feel your way around, to see where that you are, to look for escape. The initial issue you notice will be the thick padding on everything, even the floor. Leather. Then that the floor and walls aren’t flat. You crawl. There are hills and valleys everywhere. Like a California hot tub, you will discover spots molded into the space to sit. And God knows what else… There is really a toilet in the room. Along with a shower. A sturdy 4 posted bed is from the middle. Hours pass…
A small spotlight comes on. When you struggle for your feet, you see that the ceiling is mirrored as well as the walls are covered with little recesses. Locations to attach ropes…
“She has been left alone and in darkness?”
“For two days with just toilet water, when you directed.” I have certainly not trained a woman prior to, but I happen to be hired to train you. I was recruited simply because I developed methods for breaking wild horses in an impossibly short time. Riding them in hours rather than weeks. I turn on the observation light and examine you via the one-way glass. As you struggle to your feet, I silently admire your ass and your tits. I’m gonna enjoy riding you. I turn the light off, returning you to total dark
You might have had no human contact for a lengthy time. Your body is beginning to stink, the shower doesn’t work, and you’re desperately hungry. For days you happen to be drinking from your toilet, thankful that it flushes. You hear the sound of the outer door being unlocked. Your heart begins to pound as the paddle locks pop and the bar is drawn. Alert like a cat, not even breathing, you catch every nuance of sound as an outer front door is unlocked and opened, then closed and locked again. Still no a single is inside the dungeon with you. He is behind the inner front door. You know it. Waiting.
Light blinds you, then a peephole inside front door opens with a solid thud. He’s looking at you. The peephole closes before the man enters. The diffuse terror you could have felt has a form: you aren’t alone! He carries a whip, and although he does not flash it that you are quite aware of it. You shrink away, afraid of the man and his whip. He closes the distance slowly, so as to not frighten you, but as his hand starts to reach out you back again away, then operate. Without a word he starts whipping. “No!” You stumble across the area, followed closely by your tormentor. He does not hurry, he doesn’t need to. The reach from the whip enables him to walk a significantly smaller circle nearer the center of the space. He keeps up a quick pace, lashing you lightly but generally. Specially your ass. Slowly it is pinked, then reddened. Your ass stings and burns badly ahead of you finally collapse, unable to operate anymore. You steel your self for the next blow, but it certainly not comes.
“Stand.” He is however carrying the whip, and you do it with caution. Still weakened from running, it’s a struggle. But you stand, heart pounding, breath strong and deep. Not even trying to cover yourself, you stand naked before him. “Stay.” He moves around you, behind you. Touching your back again and pushing lightly, he says “bend.” He touches your asshole (No!) and also you bolt. He is on you immediately, whipping you like before. It doesn’t take prolonged for you to submit this time. “Stand.” You do it. “Still.” He moves close to behind you, and again his hand on your back again begins the directive. “Bend.” You desire to run, but you know that you’ll only be whipped. You obey. You bend at the waist as his hand guides you. He greases your asshole, touches a dildo to your ass, then slowly presses it into you. The hand in your back again insists that you remain even now. You stay very nevertheless. He has broken you. In much less than an hour. The lights come up from the observation space and you also see that the mirrors have individuals behind them. You can’t hear them, but you see them. They’re applauding. Because the man leaves you hear them through the open door:
“That’s incredible. Three commands and also a penetration in much less than an hour!”
“When will she be ready?”
“$ 50,000 for a single night with her.”
The front door shuts, and again it’s silent, and dark as the inner front door is latched, then the outer door. A cold shower begins as you stand with the dildo even now up your ass. That you are left to ponder your situation. Will you be sold by the hour to whomever will pay?
This day starts because the others. Music wakens you. After toileting is the routine: an hour of yoga stretches, an hour of working out, a extended hot bath. The last factor you do is shave. Legs are shaved twice, just to be sure. Your most private place, though, you take a lot far more care with. A quite close shave there. Should not be caught with stubble on your sex. You might be ready. It’s 10 AM.
Music begins as well as the spotlights come on. It can be time. Your heart pounds, but rather than waiting, terrified, when you did weeks ago, you rush toward the door, to the examination table. The table, just feet from the door, faces it. You mount it. Spreading your self as you’ve been taught, you wait. Spotlights shine on naked flesh. Alert like a cat, not even breathing, you catch every nuance of sound as bolts pop, hinges squeel, plus a doorway you’ve only seen once slams solidly shut. However no a single is within the dungeon with you. He is behind the inner doorway. You know it. Waiting. The thud in the peephole is still loud in your mind when you feel him gazing directly at your private flesh. Lifting your pelvis through the table, you push your sex out. Legs wide, the heat of a spotlight warms delicate flesh. You hold out for your inspection…