Welcome to The Receptacle boys and girls. This clean, white, warm and most importantly waterproof room will be your home for this weekend.
We're running a very special event for extraordinary Ladies and this will be the centre piece - this pristine room, this convenience.
Once you've stripped, I'll place the white collar around your neck for the duration.
This collar will identify you as available for use within the confines of this room.
Your purpose here is to be an open void - your mouth and your arse.
No talking. No questions. Conveniences don't talk. You have agreed to come here, you have signed the necessary paperwork. The subject is closed.
Boys - You will be forceably masturbated until you cum and this cum will provide the necessary lubrication for any buggery that takes place.
Girls - You also will be forceably masturbated. Your cunts will remain untouched except for the collection of lubricant, necessary for you also to be buggered.
Your orgasms are entirely functional and not for your pleasure.
The Guests will use your open orifices for urinating in, gushing in, anal fucking and your tongues for cleaning. You will be fitted with a dental retractor to keep your mouths open at all times.
Your purpose will be automatically assumed. Our guests should not have to ask to use you, you should be ready and waiting.
Now strip. Place your clothes, shoes and any personal items in the white bags you have been given. No items which identify you as an individual should remain - no earings, necklaces or any other jewellery - place these into the bags and hand them to my assistants in the white uniforms.
Attendants? Fit the conveniences with their collars and dental retractors, then take their bags to the storage area if you will. Thank you.
There is no room for pride or shame here, conveniences, so take that smirk off your face. And you! Stop trying to cover up! That pathetic attempt at an erection isn't needed here. We don't want your clits or your cocks - we want your holes and your fluids.
Now lean forward and spread your legs, so my attendants can examine you for cleanliness.
What's that No.4? A hair?! You were told to epilate before you came here! Pluck it out No. 4 and place it in his mouth. Now swallow it convenience. No gagging, no choking - swallow it down.
Now conveniences, you may have noticed the leashes on the wall. These are to make sure you can move around the room, but not leave. Attendants - attach the leashes and make sure they're on securely. The guests will be here soon and we can't have them wandering around the place - it's just not hygienic.
Right! Now everyone is in place, everyone knows what is expected of them, it's time for a dress rehearsal.
Lay on the floor conveniences, with your heads towards the centre of the room and your feet against the wall, your hands and arms will remain free but on no account are you to touch yourself with them. Swift and very sharp punishment will ensue if you do.
Firstly - urination swallowing. If you spill, you lick it up. Attendants stand over the heads of the conveniences and hold your knickers to the side, lower yourself down on their faces slowly until your cunt is directly aligned with the open mouth of the convenience and release.
Any struggling on the part of the convenience is easily dealt with by sitting down hard on the face. Use their nose for stimualtion if you need to.
Conveniences - you must keep swallowing! One gulp isn't enough! Keep drinking until the attendant is finished. Once they have finished, use your tongue to clean them thoroughly. Front to back. When you finish cleaning the front area, I want you to focus on their anus. Use you tongue to clean in and around until spotless - delicately, but determinedly. If the attendants get excited, then you must clean them of their fluids also. I want my attendants spotless, although when it comes to No. 5 you could be there a while - I've heard she gets very excited by the cleaning and juices everywhere - if she gushes, suck and lick that up too.
All done? Excellent. And look at how exciteable the conveniences have become! Perfect timing for the next practice - anal fuck toys.
On your hands and knees conveniences and spread your legs, I can see some of the girls are already lubricated, wonderful.
Attendants, put on your latex gloves. Now use your hands and bring the conveniences to orgasm. Collect their juice and jizz and work it into their arse. If they resist, simply go harder until they submit.
That's it. Lovely. Moans and puddles of spit from the fronts, fingers and thrusting from behind. Wonderful. That's it, collect it and lubricate them with it.
Now attach your strap ons and lubricate those with their juice.
Conveniences - continue to keep your legs open. You have a choice - you can either push yourself onto the end of the strap on slowly, or if you mess about, wincing, my attendants will simply push it into you at their own pace, which isn't gentle. If you won't open up, you will be made to.
Mmmm...delightful! Glad to see you're all so flexible.
Now attendants, you have permission to fuck the conveniences hard for the next 5 minutes. If they cum, slap them and make them lick it up.
The guests have started arriving, so I shall go and greet them.
I'll be back in precisely 5 minutes.
Thursday 20 December 2007
Frisky
Just to grab you, push you against a wall, bite your neck and draw my hands down over your breasts and rip your shirt open, buttons flying. Bite my way down to your nipples and cause you to whimper and I sink my teeth in.
Run my hands down further and yank your jeans open. Force my hand in between your legs and finger you hard and fast.
Bite my way back up your body, turn you around and push my fingers in your mouth and make you suck them clean.
With one hand around your throat, I bite down on your shoulder and with the other hand I push down the jeans and rake my nails over your buttocks, up over your hips and over and down in between your legs again.
Using one finger to rub and one to fuck, I push you harder against the wall, not letting go as you pant and squeal and wriggle.
Hot, hot, hotter.
Come for me. Now.
Run my hands down further and yank your jeans open. Force my hand in between your legs and finger you hard and fast.
Bite my way back up your body, turn you around and push my fingers in your mouth and make you suck them clean.
With one hand around your throat, I bite down on your shoulder and with the other hand I push down the jeans and rake my nails over your buttocks, up over your hips and over and down in between your legs again.
Using one finger to rub and one to fuck, I push you harder against the wall, not letting go as you pant and squeal and wriggle.
Hot, hot, hotter.
Come for me. Now.
Hot afternoon
I decided to take my bitches for a walk in the abandoned cemetary, this afternoon.
Choke chains round both their necks, short skirts showing off their now slightly sunburned backsides to the locals strolling past with looks of astounded shock and their knees bleeding from the gravel, both silent apart from the odd humiliated sob coming from their lips.
I pulled them up by their chains and threw them face down onto a sun-warmed tombstone, where their tear drops evaporated quickly on the stone.
Their skirts may already have been short but I tucked them into their waistbands to humilate them further and provide myself with a pleasant view.
"I told you if I caught you sniffing each other what would happen, and as you bitches on heat find it so hard to resist your impulses, you need to be taught to obey" I snapped at them whilst I stretched their chains and attached them to a nearby bush, which also provided a suitably vicious thorned branch for flogging them.
"6 of the best my pets, it's what you deserve" I laugh as I reach backwards with the thorny branch and let loose on their burnt behinds.
Welts, scratches and blood appeared almost instanaeously accompanied by the girls yelps, squeals, wrigglings and sobs. After the flogging was over, I loosened their chains and watched them collapse onto the grass weeping and clutching their bleeding buttocks.
"Enough self pity. No. 1? Clean No. 2" I command.
No.2 went to stand up.
"On your knees No. 2"
She obeyed.
"Now clean her No.1 and do a good job. I'll be inspecting your work in detail"
No. 1 crawled over to No. 2 and began to lick her buttocks clean, slowly and thoroughly.
"In between them as well - I see a blade of grass."
Choke chains round both their necks, short skirts showing off their now slightly sunburned backsides to the locals strolling past with looks of astounded shock and their knees bleeding from the gravel, both silent apart from the odd humiliated sob coming from their lips.
I pulled them up by their chains and threw them face down onto a sun-warmed tombstone, where their tear drops evaporated quickly on the stone.
Their skirts may already have been short but I tucked them into their waistbands to humilate them further and provide myself with a pleasant view.
"I told you if I caught you sniffing each other what would happen, and as you bitches on heat find it so hard to resist your impulses, you need to be taught to obey" I snapped at them whilst I stretched their chains and attached them to a nearby bush, which also provided a suitably vicious thorned branch for flogging them.
"6 of the best my pets, it's what you deserve" I laugh as I reach backwards with the thorny branch and let loose on their burnt behinds.
Welts, scratches and blood appeared almost instanaeously accompanied by the girls yelps, squeals, wrigglings and sobs. After the flogging was over, I loosened their chains and watched them collapse onto the grass weeping and clutching their bleeding buttocks.
"Enough self pity. No. 1? Clean No. 2" I command.
No.2 went to stand up.
"On your knees No. 2"
She obeyed.
"Now clean her No.1 and do a good job. I'll be inspecting your work in detail"
No. 1 crawled over to No. 2 and began to lick her buttocks clean, slowly and thoroughly.
"In between them as well - I see a blade of grass."
Want to fuck?
I'm sorry. I must have misheard you? Did you just say "Wanna fuck?"?
I don't think so bitch.
I can't be bothered to teach you how to pleasure me, it's too boring and I don't have the time and you aren't really worthy of it.
Besides, how on earth do you think you're going to give me what I need when you're tied up like that?
Now this Pet will do nicely. See? Watch how they touch me and see how excited they get me.
You think you could even start to get close to me this way? I didn't think so.
They know what they're doing. Suck my juice from their fingers and taste a hint of what you will never place your mouth or hands on directly.
Good isn't it?
Aww poor baby. Watching you squirm on the floor, trying to find something to rub against is too delicious, Stop trying to please yourself and watch an expert at work, you might find it useful should any other woman lower herself to use you in the future.
As for me, the only use you have is as witness to my pleasure. To watch, but never touch - either myself, my pet or yourself.
I don't think so bitch.
I can't be bothered to teach you how to pleasure me, it's too boring and I don't have the time and you aren't really worthy of it.
Besides, how on earth do you think you're going to give me what I need when you're tied up like that?
Now this Pet will do nicely. See? Watch how they touch me and see how excited they get me.
You think you could even start to get close to me this way? I didn't think so.
They know what they're doing. Suck my juice from their fingers and taste a hint of what you will never place your mouth or hands on directly.
Good isn't it?
Aww poor baby. Watching you squirm on the floor, trying to find something to rub against is too delicious, Stop trying to please yourself and watch an expert at work, you might find it useful should any other woman lower herself to use you in the future.
As for me, the only use you have is as witness to my pleasure. To watch, but never touch - either myself, my pet or yourself.
Hands and Knees
..that's it. Over my lap and open those thighs. Get comfortable.
One finger, two... in and out so slowly, 'accidentally' slipping out over your clit.
The hand that strokes over your back, slides underneath to pinch your nipples, flutteringly, but with nails extended. Pinch pinch pinch...so fast, so sharp and yet strangely enough, quite gentle...for me anyway.
Three fingers in now and I'm building up speed and you drip over my hand, pushing your face down into the cushions to muffle your moans. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were in pain.
Slide the hand up from the nipples and over your back, raking my nails along your spine.
Tingling fingers over your neck and under your hair, pulling gently and watching you fling your head back against my hand, so I can grip firmer and pushing your arse out against my fingers, which plunge in harder and faster.
Slow.
Finger number 4 has no problem, but you're tight now. Hot and clinging, the insides of your thighs shining and wet.
Slowly. Twisting my wrist, I place my thumb against your clit, and push the four fingers in and out, rubbing in circles. Panting and sighing myself as I get more worked up.
"Fuck yourself against my hand slut. Bring yourself to the edge, but don't come till I say"
One finger, two... in and out so slowly, 'accidentally' slipping out over your clit.
The hand that strokes over your back, slides underneath to pinch your nipples, flutteringly, but with nails extended. Pinch pinch pinch...so fast, so sharp and yet strangely enough, quite gentle...for me anyway.
Three fingers in now and I'm building up speed and you drip over my hand, pushing your face down into the cushions to muffle your moans. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were in pain.
Slide the hand up from the nipples and over your back, raking my nails along your spine.
Tingling fingers over your neck and under your hair, pulling gently and watching you fling your head back against my hand, so I can grip firmer and pushing your arse out against my fingers, which plunge in harder and faster.
Slow.
Finger number 4 has no problem, but you're tight now. Hot and clinging, the insides of your thighs shining and wet.
Slowly. Twisting my wrist, I place my thumb against your clit, and push the four fingers in and out, rubbing in circles. Panting and sighing myself as I get more worked up.
"Fuck yourself against my hand slut. Bring yourself to the edge, but don't come till I say"
Brithday Party pt. 2
During this time, the men in party have been laughing and exchanging anecdotes, but time has passed and they wonder what happened to all the girls? so go for a wander to find them.
Just as the final girl is using my ex as a urinal, the men walk in, mouths open in shock at the scene before them - four women lying on the floor, laughing and kissing messily, whilst one is pissing into the mouth of their mate.
"Boys!" I laugh, standing up and tucking my breasts back into my corset "Care to join in?"
Laughing the final girl stands up and straightens her skirt in such a prim manner that we all burst out laughing again.
Dazed, my ex, opens his eyes to take in the view of four men, all chuckling - two are rubbing their already large erections through their trousers and two start kissing, undoing each others zips.
"You're kidding right?" My ex asks me.
Laughing, I bend over and slap his face, grab his cheeks tight and bend down close to him "How on earth do you think I can afford this party? I've got to make my money back and you're going to help me get it. You're going to be my cashcow - £20 for your mouth and £50 for your arse - what do you say?"
"Fuck you!" he shouts furiously, some of his initial spark and feistiness back.
"No darling - Fuck You" I laugh.
Two of the men walk across and lift my tied up ex back up on to the bed, running their hands roughly over his body and playing with his cock, making it hard despite his protestations of 'being straight' and 'not like that'. His complaints turn into moans as one of the men runs his hands between my ex's legs and roughly starts to finger fuck his arse, whilst playing with his cock.
Clapping my hands together I laugh and say "Who wants first dibs?"
The two men kissing in the doorway, look at each other, then strip quickly, leaping onto the bed and flipping my ex on his side. One slides up the bed, one slides down and before my ex knows what is happening, they simultaneously thrust their huge hard cocks into his mouth and arse, both moaning with the pleasure.
Foreplay isn't an option here and they fuck his mouth and arse hard and fast, grunting and pushing in and out of my prone ex, who moans and yelps. The men look at each other over the body of my ex and nod "I need to see you cum in his mouth, then I can cum" The arse fucker says to the mouth fucker. He leans forward over my ex's shoulder and watches as the mouth fucker pulls his cock out of my ex's mouth, holds his mouth open and quickly jerks himself off into my ex's mouth.
The sight of this gets the arse fucker worked up to such a degree, that he starts pumping my ex's arse furiously, biting down on his shoulder and cums for what seems like an aeon.
Watching this, the girls breathing gets heavy and they start reaching for each other's breasts and between each others legs.
The two men standing have been masturbating slowly, taking in the view, the sounds and the atmosphere.
Arse and mouth fucker pull away quickly and fall to the floor. My ex is left moaning and weeping on the bed, but it's not over. The two men masturbating stop and move towards the bed - kissing the girls as they pass through, running their hands over the glistening bodies and over to my ex.
Laughing, they flip him onto his back and pull him down the edge of the bottom of the bed, shoving his knees up to his shoulders.
I pull away from the girls and walk over to the bed, and leaning on my elbow, I lie beside my ex, whilst the two men play with his cock and arse.
"Poor baby! I must say this is one of the nicest things you've ever given me. I'm grateful for this, honestly I am" Leaning forward, I kiss his bottom lip and suck the cum lingering on it.
I stand up and go throw myself amongst the girls on the floor - all playing with one another, joining by the two men who have had their fill of my ex and getting more and more excited but instructed not to cum until I say the time is right.
The men either side of my ex continue to tease and play with him, pumping his cock with their hands and fingering his slippery behind, whilst my ex moans but all the fight is out of him now.
One man lies on the floor in front of my ex and pulls him down on top of his cock, sliding in gently and pulling him forward so he can kiss him whilst fucking him. The other comes up from behind and slowly eases his cock into my ex's arse.
Two cocks in his arse is too much and he begins weeping as both cocks slide in an out in opposition to one another. My poor ex is being sandwiched between two men, using him as a conveniently supplied hole to cum into , feeling each others cocks rubs against each other whilst encased. It's too much for them or my ex to take and he tries to get away - every time he pulls away, he's impaled by a cock, everytime he moves forward he's impaled by another.
The women playing with each other and I stand up to watch this spectacle of two men fucking my ex with abandon and no consideration for his feelings, only their own pleasure. They speed up their pumping and in between them my ex pushes backwards and forwards, his cock rubbing against the man on the floor.
"Fuck. I'm going to cum" He pants.
"Not until I say so darling" I whisper and touching the two men fucking him on the shoulders, they pull out and leave him on his knees, gaping and empty.
I push my ex onto his back with my foot, his cock standing up and straining.
"Open your mouth bitch" I command.
He does as he's told.
The men get to their knees and masturbate into his mouth, filling it with streams of spunk. The girls still playing with each other stand over my ex's body and amidst moans of pleasure gush over his chest, his face and his cock, soaking him. Leaving me to watch my ex's comeupance with a huge smile on my face.
I kneel down in the floor and mockingly say "Do you need to cum? I bet you do. Seeing as you've made my guests so very happy I suppose we might let you...but not until I do" I straddle my ex's soaking body and put my hands between my legs, gushing and coming all over his cock without actually touching it.
The heat of it hitting his cock makes him push forward in an attempt to fuck me. I pull back and slap his cock.
"Down boy" I laugh.
I beckon to his girlfriend, who bends down and takes his cock in her hand.
"Will you do as your told from now on?" she asks him, squeezing hard.
"I promise! I promise!" he cries out. "Please just let me cum!"
"Tell me what a cock hungry fuck slut you are and I might just let you"
Panting he whispers "I'm a cock hungry fuck slut"
"Louder!" she commands.
"I'm a cock hungry fuckslut!!! Now please can I cum?"
His girlfriend looks up to me and as she climbs on top of him, she smiles and says" Happy Birthday Theda - thank you for a lovely party! I had a wonderful time"
Just as the final girl is using my ex as a urinal, the men walk in, mouths open in shock at the scene before them - four women lying on the floor, laughing and kissing messily, whilst one is pissing into the mouth of their mate.
"Boys!" I laugh, standing up and tucking my breasts back into my corset "Care to join in?"
Laughing the final girl stands up and straightens her skirt in such a prim manner that we all burst out laughing again.
Dazed, my ex, opens his eyes to take in the view of four men, all chuckling - two are rubbing their already large erections through their trousers and two start kissing, undoing each others zips.
"You're kidding right?" My ex asks me.
Laughing, I bend over and slap his face, grab his cheeks tight and bend down close to him "How on earth do you think I can afford this party? I've got to make my money back and you're going to help me get it. You're going to be my cashcow - £20 for your mouth and £50 for your arse - what do you say?"
"Fuck you!" he shouts furiously, some of his initial spark and feistiness back.
"No darling - Fuck You" I laugh.
Two of the men walk across and lift my tied up ex back up on to the bed, running their hands roughly over his body and playing with his cock, making it hard despite his protestations of 'being straight' and 'not like that'. His complaints turn into moans as one of the men runs his hands between my ex's legs and roughly starts to finger fuck his arse, whilst playing with his cock.
Clapping my hands together I laugh and say "Who wants first dibs?"
The two men kissing in the doorway, look at each other, then strip quickly, leaping onto the bed and flipping my ex on his side. One slides up the bed, one slides down and before my ex knows what is happening, they simultaneously thrust their huge hard cocks into his mouth and arse, both moaning with the pleasure.
Foreplay isn't an option here and they fuck his mouth and arse hard and fast, grunting and pushing in and out of my prone ex, who moans and yelps. The men look at each other over the body of my ex and nod "I need to see you cum in his mouth, then I can cum" The arse fucker says to the mouth fucker. He leans forward over my ex's shoulder and watches as the mouth fucker pulls his cock out of my ex's mouth, holds his mouth open and quickly jerks himself off into my ex's mouth.
The sight of this gets the arse fucker worked up to such a degree, that he starts pumping my ex's arse furiously, biting down on his shoulder and cums for what seems like an aeon.
Watching this, the girls breathing gets heavy and they start reaching for each other's breasts and between each others legs.
The two men standing have been masturbating slowly, taking in the view, the sounds and the atmosphere.
Arse and mouth fucker pull away quickly and fall to the floor. My ex is left moaning and weeping on the bed, but it's not over. The two men masturbating stop and move towards the bed - kissing the girls as they pass through, running their hands over the glistening bodies and over to my ex.
Laughing, they flip him onto his back and pull him down the edge of the bottom of the bed, shoving his knees up to his shoulders.
I pull away from the girls and walk over to the bed, and leaning on my elbow, I lie beside my ex, whilst the two men play with his cock and arse.
"Poor baby! I must say this is one of the nicest things you've ever given me. I'm grateful for this, honestly I am" Leaning forward, I kiss his bottom lip and suck the cum lingering on it.
I stand up and go throw myself amongst the girls on the floor - all playing with one another, joining by the two men who have had their fill of my ex and getting more and more excited but instructed not to cum until I say the time is right.
The men either side of my ex continue to tease and play with him, pumping his cock with their hands and fingering his slippery behind, whilst my ex moans but all the fight is out of him now.
One man lies on the floor in front of my ex and pulls him down on top of his cock, sliding in gently and pulling him forward so he can kiss him whilst fucking him. The other comes up from behind and slowly eases his cock into my ex's arse.
Two cocks in his arse is too much and he begins weeping as both cocks slide in an out in opposition to one another. My poor ex is being sandwiched between two men, using him as a conveniently supplied hole to cum into , feeling each others cocks rubs against each other whilst encased. It's too much for them or my ex to take and he tries to get away - every time he pulls away, he's impaled by a cock, everytime he moves forward he's impaled by another.
The women playing with each other and I stand up to watch this spectacle of two men fucking my ex with abandon and no consideration for his feelings, only their own pleasure. They speed up their pumping and in between them my ex pushes backwards and forwards, his cock rubbing against the man on the floor.
"Fuck. I'm going to cum" He pants.
"Not until I say so darling" I whisper and touching the two men fucking him on the shoulders, they pull out and leave him on his knees, gaping and empty.
I push my ex onto his back with my foot, his cock standing up and straining.
"Open your mouth bitch" I command.
He does as he's told.
The men get to their knees and masturbate into his mouth, filling it with streams of spunk. The girls still playing with each other stand over my ex's body and amidst moans of pleasure gush over his chest, his face and his cock, soaking him. Leaving me to watch my ex's comeupance with a huge smile on my face.
I kneel down in the floor and mockingly say "Do you need to cum? I bet you do. Seeing as you've made my guests so very happy I suppose we might let you...but not until I do" I straddle my ex's soaking body and put my hands between my legs, gushing and coming all over his cock without actually touching it.
The heat of it hitting his cock makes him push forward in an attempt to fuck me. I pull back and slap his cock.
"Down boy" I laugh.
I beckon to his girlfriend, who bends down and takes his cock in her hand.
"Will you do as your told from now on?" she asks him, squeezing hard.
"I promise! I promise!" he cries out. "Please just let me cum!"
"Tell me what a cock hungry fuck slut you are and I might just let you"
Panting he whispers "I'm a cock hungry fuck slut"
"Louder!" she commands.
"I'm a cock hungry fuckslut!!! Now please can I cum?"
His girlfriend looks up to me and as she climbs on top of him, she smiles and says" Happy Birthday Theda - thank you for a lovely party! I had a wonderful time"
Birthday Party pt. 1
Fantastic! This year was particularly special. The perfect night with my closest friends - planned and prepared for, right down to perfect wines to have with the perfect nibbles. I couldn't have asked for more.
Champagne flowing, laughter, music - couples kissed and cavorted round the flower filled room without a care in the world. Although I was one of the few singles, it was my night and I loved playing the hostess, feeling magnanimous enough to invite my ex and his new partner - after all we'd spent time apart and I had learned to be friends with both now, it felt like the right thing to do. I had always been too extrovert and perverted for him - he wanted a wife, a respectable income and 2.4 children - none of which I was offering, so he found someone who would give him what he thought he wanted. His desire for 'normality' had over ridden his passions and there was nothing I could do about it.
I've always been known for my reputation to turn an ordinary event into something extraordinary, at least from the perspective of my 'normal' friends, thankfully not many of whom were here, allowing me to feel comfortable enough to flirt and tease with the men and women without recrimination.
Scanning the room I catch the eye of my ex's new girlfriend - wink and raise my glass to her. We've become good friends, much to the confusion of my ex - meeting for lunches, drinks and exchanging gossip - not an in-depth friendship but one with enough of an element of common interests and laughter for it to be relaxed.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch her whispering to my ex and lead him by the hand out of the main room. Downing my glass of champagne, I weave my way through the room and follow behind at a discreet distance as she leads him to the bedroom. 3 girlfriends of mine, took their leave from their partners and left the room to follow me. In the bedroom, lying astride his new partner and kissing her furiously was my ex and I leant against the doorframe watching and not making a move. Behind me, the girls muffled their laughter and waited for the signal. Over my ex's shoulder, his girlfriend looked at me directly and nodded subtly so as not to distract him. Crooking my finger, the girl's follow me on their tiptoes into the bedroom.
And we pounce. Grabbing ankles and wrists, we pull him to the floor - his shouts of indignation, drowned out by our laughter, his girlfriend leaping off the bed joining us. Wrists and ankles pinned to the floor by my 3 girlfriends and the new partner.
Putting my foot on my ex's throat, I look down the length of my body and into his eyes, chuckling.
"Stupid boy! Strip him ladies" and they go to their task with far more enthusiasm than I initially gave them credit for - eyes shining and arms flexing with the effort of stripping and pinning down a writhing and flipping male body, held to the floor and struggling with my foot pushing down on this throat.
"I was polite and gracious enough to invite you to my party and you didn't even bring me a present?" I ask him. "She" he gasps looking at his girlfriend "said not to bother, so I didn't"
"Well whatever you were going to get her wouldn't have been good enough anyway" his girlfriend snapped at him. Looking at me and smiling "So, I decided to give her something truly special on your behalf - yourself. You shall be the present this evening. An objet. And you will do as she says"
"For christ's sake, you bitches, what have you been up to?" my ex shouts at both of us.
Ignoring his outburst, I look down and ask "So you CAN follow instructions from a woman afterall? I wonder why it is that you couldn't ever do what I asked when you were with me? Too much of a man to do as a woman instructs? Not for much longer I think"
"Tie him up ladies, we can't have him wriggling out of this one the way he did to our relationship last year can we?" Taking my foot from his throat, I stand astride him and lower myself down, kneeling painfully on his biceps.
"Bitch!" he hisses, though whether at his girlfriend or I, neither of us care as the girl's get to work on strapping him up.
"Yeah, yeah...any more cliches?" I mock as the girl's complete their handiwork.
"Hmm I seem to have drunk and awful lot of champagne this evening, I don't know if I can make it to the bathroom, and there's always a queue in the ladies one. What about the rest of you girl's? Can you be bothered to walk down the hall and wait? No? I didn't think so. I say we make the most of our little receptacle here".
"No! For fucks sake No you mental bitch!" my ex screams.
"Definitely too much champagne" I murmur edging myself forward over his face, raising my skirts. All shouts are muffled now and replaced by choking noises and gasps as I place my cunt over my ex's mouth and piss for what seems like ages into his opening and closing mouth, the piss is spilling over his cheeks, so I place my hand behind his head and hold it in place.
"ahhh" I sigh, rubbing my cunt dry over his chest as I climb off.
Whimpering, he looks over to his girlfriend for help "Please darling, don't!" he pleads. To no avail. His girlfriend takes her cue, lifts her dress and places her cunt straight over his mouth, pissing straight into it.
One by one, each girl takes her turn - the spluttering turns to gulping and sighing as my ex realises the inevitability of his situation, his tears mingling with the piss drying on his face.
Champagne flowing, laughter, music - couples kissed and cavorted round the flower filled room without a care in the world. Although I was one of the few singles, it was my night and I loved playing the hostess, feeling magnanimous enough to invite my ex and his new partner - after all we'd spent time apart and I had learned to be friends with both now, it felt like the right thing to do. I had always been too extrovert and perverted for him - he wanted a wife, a respectable income and 2.4 children - none of which I was offering, so he found someone who would give him what he thought he wanted. His desire for 'normality' had over ridden his passions and there was nothing I could do about it.
I've always been known for my reputation to turn an ordinary event into something extraordinary, at least from the perspective of my 'normal' friends, thankfully not many of whom were here, allowing me to feel comfortable enough to flirt and tease with the men and women without recrimination.
Scanning the room I catch the eye of my ex's new girlfriend - wink and raise my glass to her. We've become good friends, much to the confusion of my ex - meeting for lunches, drinks and exchanging gossip - not an in-depth friendship but one with enough of an element of common interests and laughter for it to be relaxed.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch her whispering to my ex and lead him by the hand out of the main room. Downing my glass of champagne, I weave my way through the room and follow behind at a discreet distance as she leads him to the bedroom. 3 girlfriends of mine, took their leave from their partners and left the room to follow me. In the bedroom, lying astride his new partner and kissing her furiously was my ex and I leant against the doorframe watching and not making a move. Behind me, the girls muffled their laughter and waited for the signal. Over my ex's shoulder, his girlfriend looked at me directly and nodded subtly so as not to distract him. Crooking my finger, the girl's follow me on their tiptoes into the bedroom.
And we pounce. Grabbing ankles and wrists, we pull him to the floor - his shouts of indignation, drowned out by our laughter, his girlfriend leaping off the bed joining us. Wrists and ankles pinned to the floor by my 3 girlfriends and the new partner.
Putting my foot on my ex's throat, I look down the length of my body and into his eyes, chuckling.
"Stupid boy! Strip him ladies" and they go to their task with far more enthusiasm than I initially gave them credit for - eyes shining and arms flexing with the effort of stripping and pinning down a writhing and flipping male body, held to the floor and struggling with my foot pushing down on this throat.
"I was polite and gracious enough to invite you to my party and you didn't even bring me a present?" I ask him. "She" he gasps looking at his girlfriend "said not to bother, so I didn't"
"Well whatever you were going to get her wouldn't have been good enough anyway" his girlfriend snapped at him. Looking at me and smiling "So, I decided to give her something truly special on your behalf - yourself. You shall be the present this evening. An objet. And you will do as she says"
"For christ's sake, you bitches, what have you been up to?" my ex shouts at both of us.
Ignoring his outburst, I look down and ask "So you CAN follow instructions from a woman afterall? I wonder why it is that you couldn't ever do what I asked when you were with me? Too much of a man to do as a woman instructs? Not for much longer I think"
"Tie him up ladies, we can't have him wriggling out of this one the way he did to our relationship last year can we?" Taking my foot from his throat, I stand astride him and lower myself down, kneeling painfully on his biceps.
"Bitch!" he hisses, though whether at his girlfriend or I, neither of us care as the girl's get to work on strapping him up.
"Yeah, yeah...any more cliches?" I mock as the girl's complete their handiwork.
"Hmm I seem to have drunk and awful lot of champagne this evening, I don't know if I can make it to the bathroom, and there's always a queue in the ladies one. What about the rest of you girl's? Can you be bothered to walk down the hall and wait? No? I didn't think so. I say we make the most of our little receptacle here".
"No! For fucks sake No you mental bitch!" my ex screams.
"Definitely too much champagne" I murmur edging myself forward over his face, raising my skirts. All shouts are muffled now and replaced by choking noises and gasps as I place my cunt over my ex's mouth and piss for what seems like ages into his opening and closing mouth, the piss is spilling over his cheeks, so I place my hand behind his head and hold it in place.
"ahhh" I sigh, rubbing my cunt dry over his chest as I climb off.
Whimpering, he looks over to his girlfriend for help "Please darling, don't!" he pleads. To no avail. His girlfriend takes her cue, lifts her dress and places her cunt straight over his mouth, pissing straight into it.
One by one, each girl takes her turn - the spluttering turns to gulping and sighing as my ex realises the inevitability of his situation, his tears mingling with the piss drying on his face.
Hypnotized Jelly Brain Pet
How are your biteable nipples, your nibbleable neck and your succulent cock?
Feeling obedient?
Darling pet, the next time I see you I want you to strip, fall to your knees and worship my behind.
I want you to follow me slowly and worship from behind as I walk. Every kiss, lick or suck to fill your head with a rush of obedience and gratitude. I want you to think of nothing except my pleasure and how grateful you are to give it.
I want you to think of my owning you - your brain, your cock, your tongue, your lips. When you're aware of using them throughout the day - kissing, eating, masturbating whatever - I want you to feel possessed - that I own these things and that I allow you to use them. I want you to lick honey from your lips and think of me licking them.
I want you to touch your cock and think of me owning it, playing with it for my amusement.
I want you to finger yourself and think of me inside you melting you from the inside.
I want you to worship my breasts. To hold them, kiss them and each kiss and touch to fill your brain with an addictive gratitude and desire to please.
Dearest Pet, you never fail to amuse me.
Feeling obedient?
Darling pet, the next time I see you I want you to strip, fall to your knees and worship my behind.
I want you to follow me slowly and worship from behind as I walk. Every kiss, lick or suck to fill your head with a rush of obedience and gratitude. I want you to think of nothing except my pleasure and how grateful you are to give it.
I want you to think of my owning you - your brain, your cock, your tongue, your lips. When you're aware of using them throughout the day - kissing, eating, masturbating whatever - I want you to feel possessed - that I own these things and that I allow you to use them. I want you to lick honey from your lips and think of me licking them.
I want you to touch your cock and think of me owning it, playing with it for my amusement.
I want you to finger yourself and think of me inside you melting you from the inside.
I want you to worship my breasts. To hold them, kiss them and each kiss and touch to fill your brain with an addictive gratitude and desire to please.
Dearest Pet, you never fail to amuse me.
Honey
Naked, blindfolded and tied down, the only sounds are of our breathing.
Delicate nibbles of your lips and oh so gentle licks over random areas of your exposed flesh.
I pull away and drip honey on your lips. One drop at a time, I gently lick and suck it off.
Drip.
Lick.
Drip.
Suck.
Drip.
I put my fingers between my legs and smear the honey over your lips, mingling with my own fluid, before licking it off your lips again and repeating.
Drip.
Lick.
Drip.
Suck.
Drip on your chin and suck that off. Drip on your neck and lick that off. Drip on your chest and suck that off.
Drizzle over your chest.
Leaning over I pick up a straight-edge razor and draw it over the honey on your chest. A delicate rill of blood appears marbling in the golden honey and I lick and suck that too.
Drawing the razor over the existing scratch, deeper this time, the blood flows more freely and I pour honey onto it. Stirring with my finger and drawing patterns on your flesh.
Lick.
Suck.
Sting.
Lick.
Delicate nibbles of your lips and oh so gentle licks over random areas of your exposed flesh.
I pull away and drip honey on your lips. One drop at a time, I gently lick and suck it off.
Drip.
Lick.
Drip.
Suck.
Drip.
I put my fingers between my legs and smear the honey over your lips, mingling with my own fluid, before licking it off your lips again and repeating.
Drip.
Lick.
Drip.
Suck.
Drip on your chin and suck that off. Drip on your neck and lick that off. Drip on your chest and suck that off.
Drizzle over your chest.
Leaning over I pick up a straight-edge razor and draw it over the honey on your chest. A delicate rill of blood appears marbling in the golden honey and I lick and suck that too.
Drawing the razor over the existing scratch, deeper this time, the blood flows more freely and I pour honey onto it. Stirring with my finger and drawing patterns on your flesh.
Lick.
Suck.
Sting.
Lick.
Ask
Arms tied and stretched above your head, cushioned in crisp white sheets, I trail my nails over your prone naked body and nibble your flesh.
"All you have to do is ask, you know" I say smiling and looking up at you
You look at me angrily, pulling against your restraints and I smile at you with a bite of your flesh in between my teeth.
God you hate this! Years of keeping your submissive tendencies inside, wanting to be violated, unable to talk about your desires, just wanting to be taken and abused, wanting someone to use your body and melt your mind and now, now you can't have what you want unless you verbalise it! What a bitch!
"It's not that difficult. Just open your mouth and say the words" I taunt, scratching down the insides of your arms, over your hips and along the tender flesh of your inner thighs.
Your eyes look to the door, the ceiling - anything to distract you.
"Ask" I command biting down on your nipples and sliding my hand between your legs where your exictement is most definitely palpable.
Arching your body upwards you moan and say "Please".
"Please what, slut?"
"Please...please"
"Go on" I encourage, leaning back and watching you struggle.
"Please fuck me."
"See I knew you could do it" I say smiling, and slowly part your legs, rubbing lubricant all over.
Leaning forward you feel the end of my strap on pushing against you.
"Now tell me how you want to be fucked" I say, pulling back.
Your eyes open wide, the moment of exquisite intensity is replaced by one of shock. You thought it was over, but to be made to elaborate is too much. You're not a porn actor, you don't talk about these things in such a way! How can this bitch do this to you? Why can't she just fuck you and make it all go away?
I lift your legs up by the knees and push them back over your shoulders, my face close to yours and smile.
"Tell me slut, for my pleasure, tell me how you like to be fucked"
The strap on touching your lubed up arse, making you tingle and gasp, wanting to push forward and at the same time pull yourself further back into the mattress.
You bury your head into the side of your arm, unable to look at me and whisper "Hard. I want you to fuck me hard and fast. I want to feel you in my arse. I want to be filled by you. I want to be fucked so hard I pass out."
"My pleasure" I say, and without any further discussion, I thrust into your tight arse and give you everything you crave.
"All you have to do is ask, you know" I say smiling and looking up at you
You look at me angrily, pulling against your restraints and I smile at you with a bite of your flesh in between my teeth.
God you hate this! Years of keeping your submissive tendencies inside, wanting to be violated, unable to talk about your desires, just wanting to be taken and abused, wanting someone to use your body and melt your mind and now, now you can't have what you want unless you verbalise it! What a bitch!
"It's not that difficult. Just open your mouth and say the words" I taunt, scratching down the insides of your arms, over your hips and along the tender flesh of your inner thighs.
Your eyes look to the door, the ceiling - anything to distract you.
"Ask" I command biting down on your nipples and sliding my hand between your legs where your exictement is most definitely palpable.
Arching your body upwards you moan and say "Please".
"Please what, slut?"
"Please...please"
"Go on" I encourage, leaning back and watching you struggle.
"Please fuck me."
"See I knew you could do it" I say smiling, and slowly part your legs, rubbing lubricant all over.
Leaning forward you feel the end of my strap on pushing against you.
"Now tell me how you want to be fucked" I say, pulling back.
Your eyes open wide, the moment of exquisite intensity is replaced by one of shock. You thought it was over, but to be made to elaborate is too much. You're not a porn actor, you don't talk about these things in such a way! How can this bitch do this to you? Why can't she just fuck you and make it all go away?
I lift your legs up by the knees and push them back over your shoulders, my face close to yours and smile.
"Tell me slut, for my pleasure, tell me how you like to be fucked"
The strap on touching your lubed up arse, making you tingle and gasp, wanting to push forward and at the same time pull yourself further back into the mattress.
You bury your head into the side of your arm, unable to look at me and whisper "Hard. I want you to fuck me hard and fast. I want to feel you in my arse. I want to be filled by you. I want to be fucked so hard I pass out."
"My pleasure" I say, and without any further discussion, I thrust into your tight arse and give you everything you crave.
Time for a quickie?
No time for foreplay, no time for any play fullstop. I've got to be out the door in 5 minutes flat.
No delays.
Waking you up, I'll just tie you to the bed, deftly pulling the cable ties securely, slapping your thighs apart and climb on top.
Slam myself up and down on your cock, covering your mouth with my hand and cum quickly.
"Right! See you later sweetie!" I lean forward panting and grinning, to peck you on the mouth.
Slamming the door behind me and laughing as I run to catch my bus, it occurs that maybe I should have untied you before I left...
No delays.
Waking you up, I'll just tie you to the bed, deftly pulling the cable ties securely, slapping your thighs apart and climb on top.
Slam myself up and down on your cock, covering your mouth with my hand and cum quickly.
"Right! See you later sweetie!" I lean forward panting and grinning, to peck you on the mouth.
Slamming the door behind me and laughing as I run to catch my bus, it occurs that maybe I should have untied you before I left...
Sweat
A hot, dark club and a hidden corner. The bass of the music thudding through the walls and the floors.
Trousers clumsily puddled round your ankles and your wrists pinned to the wall by my firm grip. My hot rapid breath against your neck.
"Relax slut, you'll only go and hurt yourself if you don't" I laugh into your ear.
You moan into the wall.
Utter humilation! You're about to be anally fucked in a public place, forced up against a wall by some evil bitch who's surname you haven't even learnt yet! You're a man for christ's sake! Successful, powerful, ambitious - women throw themselves at you for your favours and attention. How did it come to this?
"Please don't" you sob into the throbbing wall.
"Shut up and keep still fucktoy" I command and you feel the strap on dildo balancing precariously against your anus, held in place by your tense, but cute butt cheeks, my skirts brushing against the back of your legs, which are covered in goosebumps from being exposed to the air and fear.
I laugh again "Fuck foreplay, bitch. You're mine this evening" and I thrust in hard and fast, giving you no time to adjust to the cock.
Gasping and sobbing your fingers splay against the wall, whilst I thrust in and out hard and fast, the feel of the dildo bouncing against me getting me more excited, feeling you start to push back against the cock even more so.
Trousers clumsily puddled round your ankles and your wrists pinned to the wall by my firm grip. My hot rapid breath against your neck.
"Relax slut, you'll only go and hurt yourself if you don't" I laugh into your ear.
You moan into the wall.
Utter humilation! You're about to be anally fucked in a public place, forced up against a wall by some evil bitch who's surname you haven't even learnt yet! You're a man for christ's sake! Successful, powerful, ambitious - women throw themselves at you for your favours and attention. How did it come to this?
"Please don't" you sob into the throbbing wall.
"Shut up and keep still fucktoy" I command and you feel the strap on dildo balancing precariously against your anus, held in place by your tense, but cute butt cheeks, my skirts brushing against the back of your legs, which are covered in goosebumps from being exposed to the air and fear.
I laugh again "Fuck foreplay, bitch. You're mine this evening" and I thrust in hard and fast, giving you no time to adjust to the cock.
Gasping and sobbing your fingers splay against the wall, whilst I thrust in and out hard and fast, the feel of the dildo bouncing against me getting me more excited, feeling you start to push back against the cock even more so.
Drink
..the red wine as it spills from my mouth into yours.
Whimpering and giddy, I let you suck the cum from my fingers after I've used them to pleasure myself.
Let me taste myself from your lips and bite them till they bleed.
Suck your blood from my tongue.
Holding my hand over your face, you can't breathe and the last thing you absorb is my smell before you pass out.
My slutty fuck toy. Battered, bruised and exhausted, but mine.
Whimpering and giddy, I let you suck the cum from my fingers after I've used them to pleasure myself.
Let me taste myself from your lips and bite them till they bleed.
Suck your blood from my tongue.
Holding my hand over your face, you can't breathe and the last thing you absorb is my smell before you pass out.
My slutty fuck toy. Battered, bruised and exhausted, but mine.
Filth
Dragging the rough hemp rope across your skin and between your legs, over those oh so sensitive areas and letting it pinch when I pull it tight. Hands by your sides, ankles together and a noose fashioned around your throat.
You're blindfolded and gagged with a huge dildo pointing upwards from your mouth and I lower myself onto it.
Immobile - I drag my nails over your thighs, over your stomach, pinching your nipples hard, watching you squirm as I use the dildo clamped in your mouth to bring myself to orgasm fucking myself against the dildo and your face, pulling the rope around your neck tighter and tighter as my excitement builds.
You start bucking and pushing your head forward, whether struggling to breathe, to remove the dildo from your mouth or simply from excitement - who can tell?
I can't. And I don't stop till I'm finished.
You're blindfolded and gagged with a huge dildo pointing upwards from your mouth and I lower myself onto it.
Immobile - I drag my nails over your thighs, over your stomach, pinching your nipples hard, watching you squirm as I use the dildo clamped in your mouth to bring myself to orgasm fucking myself against the dildo and your face, pulling the rope around your neck tighter and tighter as my excitement builds.
You start bucking and pushing your head forward, whether struggling to breathe, to remove the dildo from your mouth or simply from excitement - who can tell?
I can't. And I don't stop till I'm finished.
Marie
Marie, the Voodooienne with the flashing silver eyes looked up from her table, strewn with bottles and jars, ancient scripts. Who would have thought such a place existed in a modern city like this. Cobwebs, dust and earth illuminated only by the enormous number of candles placed around the room.
Standing stock-still in the doorway, unable to look away and terrified to step further into the room, Michael stood trembling with excitement and fear. On entering the basement, he was always filled with a sense of homecoming. He loved to visit this Mistress, no matter how scared she made him. His obedience always slightly teinted with a little pride, knowing he was one of her favourite pets. Bringing her obscure knickknacks from his travels, having no idea what they were for, only that she requested them and was ecstatic upon receiving them.
Marie made her money from those visiting clients, who were desirous of obtaining "power" to regain a lost lover, to take a new lover, to eliminate a business partner, or even to destroy an enemy. Her own power was unmistakeable and her confidence unshakeable. The scent of herbs and oils seemed to be undulate from her body and imbed itself in the very walls of the room. “Did you bring it?” she asked, raising her eyebrow and staring directly at him.
“I have Madame, as you asked” Michael reached over and handed the Voodooienne a small, tatty pouch of dirty sackcloth.
Smirking at him, Marie pulled on a pair of tight leather gauntlet gloves and delicately pinched the sackcloth pouch out of Michael's hands. Opening the neck carefully and slowly, peering inside, she then began to laugh. “Wonderful! Thank you Michael, you've done very well”.
Michael knelt by her feet and dropped his head to the floor, relieved and grateful.
Marie was always barefoot and swept past Michael's head, brushing it slightly with her white lace skirts. He couldn't help but follow her feet with his eyes, smiling and reminiscing on how he had previously worshipped them and hoping that the next opportunity to do so would be very soon.
“Stand up Michael. I have a present for you, my best and bravest pet”
Michael scrabbled to his feet and stood upright.
“Do you love me Michael?”
“More than anything Madame!”
“Would you do anything I asked Michael?”
“Of course Madame – anything!”
“Would you be my pet forever Michael?”
“It's all I've ever wanted Madame”
“Hmmm…sure about that are you?”
Confused, Michael looked directly at Marie, who slapped his face hard with her gloved hand.
“That was for your impertinence. Look directly at me when you're told to and at no other time”.
Michael was really confused now. What was going on? He had always been allowed to look directly at Madame before?
“Are you my slave Michael?”
“Most certainly Madame”
“Then why don't you act like one Michael? I know your secrets. I know you have pride when it isn't earned. I know you disobey when you think I'm not looking. Oh yes, don't argue, I know that you slept with that whore in Thailand, even though you were supposed to be in chastity. But I'm always looking Michael, haven't you worked that out yet? I'm always with you”
Michael looked down, blushing with red hot shame. How the hell did she know??? No one knew!
“Because you smell of her Michael, she's all over your skin”
Her knack of mind-reading always unnerved him, more so now he had been caught out.
“You obviously don't have what it takes to be my slave on your own merits, so we're going to have to perform a little…mind alteration, mould you to what I think you should be like. Look at me Michael.” Marie drew his chin upwards and stared deep within his eyes. “You are mine Michael. Never doubt that. And after I give you your present, you will always be mine and mine alone”.
Sweeping the jars off the table, Marie threw a crisp white cotton sheet over it and told Michael to strip. He hated this. No matter what others thought of his body or the compliments he received from lovers, Michael could never be comfortable naked – the one area he felt insecure.
“Get on the table Michael. On your hands and knees – legs apart.”
Blushing further Michael did as he was told.
Running her gloved hands over his body, Marie smiled to herself and laughed out loud at Michael's obvious excitement.
“Beautiful boy. But willful. And I've had enough of willful from you. You will be a slave, the perfect slave and I'm going to make you so” she whispered in his ear.
Scattering a handful of rusty nails under Michael's arched body, she began to hum to herself. She then poured three glasses of rum – one she threw back down her throat, one she poured over Michael's back and the last she placed on the table in front of Michael.
'Christ above, what's happening now?' Michael thought to himself. He'd never seen Marie perform any of her rituals before, he only heard the muffled noises as he waited his turn outside her workshop.
A small bottle of oil, with flecks of gold suspended in it, appeared in front of Michael's face.
“I shall anoint you my special one, Michael” she murmured, dripping the oil on his hair and brushing it through with her gloved hands. Dripping the oil onto her fingertips and smearing it over his lips, his eyelids and then onto his cock, making him moan and writhe.
“Keep still and obey”
Michael did as he was told.
“Stick out your tongue Michael” and as he did, Marie slowly inserted an oiled, gloved and slick finger into his mouth, leaving gold flecks on his tongue and a taste of bitter cinnamon in his mouth.
Still humming to herself, Marie began to light some candles in red tea glasses and place them under Michael's arched body. Between the placing of each candle, she took a swig from the bottle of rum, until there were 20 candles and hardly any rum left.
Marie sat back in her high backed wicker chair to examine her handiwork and laughed. Michael was beginning to feel more ridiculous by the minute and shifted uncomfortably on the table.
“Still”
“But Madame…”
*slap!* again hard across the face. Her hand encased in leather felt like iron and Michael could feel the mark burning his cheek and tears welling in his eyes.
“Quiet. I'm going to give you what you have always wanted Michael, a little respect for me wouldn't go amiss”
“Yes Madame” Michael said quietly, bowing his head and letting his tears fall into the glass in front of him. The candles beneath him stinging only slightly more than his eyes.
Marie threw her own glass onto the hard floor and it shattered. She took off one of her gloves and picking up a shard which she held to her palm by her gloved hand, she made a tiny cut. She hummed as the blood welled and she trickled the ruby red blood into the glass.
Michael gasped as he saw Madame clench her fist and miraculously the wound sealed itself in front of his eyes.
Pulling on the glove again, Marie reached for the tatty sackcloth pouch and took a pinch of the contents. Dust? Michael thought. I went halfway round the world for dust?
“Not any dust Michael – goofer dust. From the grave of a very powerful witch. This will make you succumb to my gris-gris forever. No more questions, no more doubts, no more fear. You will be mine. Always”
She sprinkled the dust into the glass of rum, blood and tears and stirred it with her gloved finger, which she sucked clean.
“Now drink Michael and be mine”
She held the glass to his lips and tilted it gently into his mouth, humming all the while. When the last drop had gone, Marie smashed the glass on the floor, as she had the previous one and laughed.
“Madame. I'm feeling a bit…”
Michael collapsed onto the candles, putting them out and searing his chest.
Blackness followed for who knows how long. Michael certainly didn't, but Marie sat in her chair and watched and waited and waited, serenely.
When he finally came to, he found himself wrapped in the white sheet – not so pristine anymore and unable to move or speak. His eyes scanned the room around him and found those of Marie who smiled broadly.
“Sit up Michael”
He did.
“To whom do you belong Michael”
'To you Madame' Michael thought but couldn't say. He was mute. He couldn't speak! His brain yammered inside his head, panicked.
Marie smiled and reached out her gloved hand to him.
“Come to me Michael”
Michael felt his body getting up off the table and walking over to Marie. 'But I can't speak! I can't feel my legs! I can't walk! How is this happening??? He screamed inside.
“On your knees Michael”
His knees buckled and he dropped to the ground.
'Help me! Oh dear god, please! Help me! I don't know what's going on!' Michael screamed over and over in his head. His mouth silent, his face still, his body numb, yet somehow he was physically obeying her commands.
“Erect Michael” His cock became hard, but he couldn't feel it.
“Perfect!” Marie said ruffling his hair and walking away.
Michael stayed on his knees, screaming, pleading and begging with his mind for her to release him. Mute silence in his ears. The spell hadn't worked according to her plan. She had total control of his body, but not his mind. Yet she could still read his mind and didn't care.
Standing stock-still in the doorway, unable to look away and terrified to step further into the room, Michael stood trembling with excitement and fear. On entering the basement, he was always filled with a sense of homecoming. He loved to visit this Mistress, no matter how scared she made him. His obedience always slightly teinted with a little pride, knowing he was one of her favourite pets. Bringing her obscure knickknacks from his travels, having no idea what they were for, only that she requested them and was ecstatic upon receiving them.
Marie made her money from those visiting clients, who were desirous of obtaining "power" to regain a lost lover, to take a new lover, to eliminate a business partner, or even to destroy an enemy. Her own power was unmistakeable and her confidence unshakeable. The scent of herbs and oils seemed to be undulate from her body and imbed itself in the very walls of the room. “Did you bring it?” she asked, raising her eyebrow and staring directly at him.
“I have Madame, as you asked” Michael reached over and handed the Voodooienne a small, tatty pouch of dirty sackcloth.
Smirking at him, Marie pulled on a pair of tight leather gauntlet gloves and delicately pinched the sackcloth pouch out of Michael's hands. Opening the neck carefully and slowly, peering inside, she then began to laugh. “Wonderful! Thank you Michael, you've done very well”.
Michael knelt by her feet and dropped his head to the floor, relieved and grateful.
Marie was always barefoot and swept past Michael's head, brushing it slightly with her white lace skirts. He couldn't help but follow her feet with his eyes, smiling and reminiscing on how he had previously worshipped them and hoping that the next opportunity to do so would be very soon.
“Stand up Michael. I have a present for you, my best and bravest pet”
Michael scrabbled to his feet and stood upright.
“Do you love me Michael?”
“More than anything Madame!”
“Would you do anything I asked Michael?”
“Of course Madame – anything!”
“Would you be my pet forever Michael?”
“It's all I've ever wanted Madame”
“Hmmm…sure about that are you?”
Confused, Michael looked directly at Marie, who slapped his face hard with her gloved hand.
“That was for your impertinence. Look directly at me when you're told to and at no other time”.
Michael was really confused now. What was going on? He had always been allowed to look directly at Madame before?
“Are you my slave Michael?”
“Most certainly Madame”
“Then why don't you act like one Michael? I know your secrets. I know you have pride when it isn't earned. I know you disobey when you think I'm not looking. Oh yes, don't argue, I know that you slept with that whore in Thailand, even though you were supposed to be in chastity. But I'm always looking Michael, haven't you worked that out yet? I'm always with you”
Michael looked down, blushing with red hot shame. How the hell did she know??? No one knew!
“Because you smell of her Michael, she's all over your skin”
Her knack of mind-reading always unnerved him, more so now he had been caught out.
“You obviously don't have what it takes to be my slave on your own merits, so we're going to have to perform a little…mind alteration, mould you to what I think you should be like. Look at me Michael.” Marie drew his chin upwards and stared deep within his eyes. “You are mine Michael. Never doubt that. And after I give you your present, you will always be mine and mine alone”.
Sweeping the jars off the table, Marie threw a crisp white cotton sheet over it and told Michael to strip. He hated this. No matter what others thought of his body or the compliments he received from lovers, Michael could never be comfortable naked – the one area he felt insecure.
“Get on the table Michael. On your hands and knees – legs apart.”
Blushing further Michael did as he was told.
Running her gloved hands over his body, Marie smiled to herself and laughed out loud at Michael's obvious excitement.
“Beautiful boy. But willful. And I've had enough of willful from you. You will be a slave, the perfect slave and I'm going to make you so” she whispered in his ear.
Scattering a handful of rusty nails under Michael's arched body, she began to hum to herself. She then poured three glasses of rum – one she threw back down her throat, one she poured over Michael's back and the last she placed on the table in front of Michael.
'Christ above, what's happening now?' Michael thought to himself. He'd never seen Marie perform any of her rituals before, he only heard the muffled noises as he waited his turn outside her workshop.
A small bottle of oil, with flecks of gold suspended in it, appeared in front of Michael's face.
“I shall anoint you my special one, Michael” she murmured, dripping the oil on his hair and brushing it through with her gloved hands. Dripping the oil onto her fingertips and smearing it over his lips, his eyelids and then onto his cock, making him moan and writhe.
“Keep still and obey”
Michael did as he was told.
“Stick out your tongue Michael” and as he did, Marie slowly inserted an oiled, gloved and slick finger into his mouth, leaving gold flecks on his tongue and a taste of bitter cinnamon in his mouth.
Still humming to herself, Marie began to light some candles in red tea glasses and place them under Michael's arched body. Between the placing of each candle, she took a swig from the bottle of rum, until there were 20 candles and hardly any rum left.
Marie sat back in her high backed wicker chair to examine her handiwork and laughed. Michael was beginning to feel more ridiculous by the minute and shifted uncomfortably on the table.
“Still”
“But Madame…”
*slap!* again hard across the face. Her hand encased in leather felt like iron and Michael could feel the mark burning his cheek and tears welling in his eyes.
“Quiet. I'm going to give you what you have always wanted Michael, a little respect for me wouldn't go amiss”
“Yes Madame” Michael said quietly, bowing his head and letting his tears fall into the glass in front of him. The candles beneath him stinging only slightly more than his eyes.
Marie threw her own glass onto the hard floor and it shattered. She took off one of her gloves and picking up a shard which she held to her palm by her gloved hand, she made a tiny cut. She hummed as the blood welled and she trickled the ruby red blood into the glass.
Michael gasped as he saw Madame clench her fist and miraculously the wound sealed itself in front of his eyes.
Pulling on the glove again, Marie reached for the tatty sackcloth pouch and took a pinch of the contents. Dust? Michael thought. I went halfway round the world for dust?
“Not any dust Michael – goofer dust. From the grave of a very powerful witch. This will make you succumb to my gris-gris forever. No more questions, no more doubts, no more fear. You will be mine. Always”
She sprinkled the dust into the glass of rum, blood and tears and stirred it with her gloved finger, which she sucked clean.
“Now drink Michael and be mine”
She held the glass to his lips and tilted it gently into his mouth, humming all the while. When the last drop had gone, Marie smashed the glass on the floor, as she had the previous one and laughed.
“Madame. I'm feeling a bit…”
Michael collapsed onto the candles, putting them out and searing his chest.
Blackness followed for who knows how long. Michael certainly didn't, but Marie sat in her chair and watched and waited and waited, serenely.
When he finally came to, he found himself wrapped in the white sheet – not so pristine anymore and unable to move or speak. His eyes scanned the room around him and found those of Marie who smiled broadly.
“Sit up Michael”
He did.
“To whom do you belong Michael”
'To you Madame' Michael thought but couldn't say. He was mute. He couldn't speak! His brain yammered inside his head, panicked.
Marie smiled and reached out her gloved hand to him.
“Come to me Michael”
Michael felt his body getting up off the table and walking over to Marie. 'But I can't speak! I can't feel my legs! I can't walk! How is this happening??? He screamed inside.
“On your knees Michael”
His knees buckled and he dropped to the ground.
'Help me! Oh dear god, please! Help me! I don't know what's going on!' Michael screamed over and over in his head. His mouth silent, his face still, his body numb, yet somehow he was physically obeying her commands.
“Erect Michael” His cock became hard, but he couldn't feel it.
“Perfect!” Marie said ruffling his hair and walking away.
Michael stayed on his knees, screaming, pleading and begging with his mind for her to release him. Mute silence in his ears. The spell hadn't worked according to her plan. She had total control of his body, but not his mind. Yet she could still read his mind and didn't care.
Flogging and fucking
Tied to a St Andrew's cross, blindfolded, wrists and ankles bound, topless, skirt tucked into the waistband, leaving your arse on display for all. Hearing the laughs of pleasure from the crowd, and hisses wincing in empathy for you.
Beating, thwapping and slapping - across your thighs, your arse and your back. It never ends.
Raking my nails over those tender red welts, running my hands round to your nipples and pinching hard. Whispering words of sluttiness in your ear.
Back to the beating. On and on, harder and faster.
Then nothing. You stand there, strapped and panting, tingling, unable to turn around and anticipate what comes next.
It seems like ages, until you feel the sudden push of my body against your back and my cock forcing itself between your legs.
Pleasure and pain. Exquisite humiliation as you're raped for all to see, as I pin down on your wrists, breathing against your neck and biting down hard. It's so hard and so fast. No time to think.
Pull back and back to the beating.
Beating, thwapping and slapping - across your thighs, your arse and your back. It never ends.
Raking my nails over those tender red welts, running my hands round to your nipples and pinching hard. Whispering words of sluttiness in your ear.
Back to the beating. On and on, harder and faster.
Then nothing. You stand there, strapped and panting, tingling, unable to turn around and anticipate what comes next.
It seems like ages, until you feel the sudden push of my body against your back and my cock forcing itself between your legs.
Pleasure and pain. Exquisite humiliation as you're raped for all to see, as I pin down on your wrists, breathing against your neck and biting down hard. It's so hard and so fast. No time to think.
Pull back and back to the beating.
Tick Tock
After making him wait a month, no sex, no masturbation, no touching, she finally agreed to meet him and he was aching. Weeeping with frustration on certain days as she called and teased him with titilating snipets of her dominant and sexual antics over the passing days, laughing and mocking his self imposed restiction, playing with herself and cumming loudly down the phone to mock him further. Refusing his demands for relief just made her more excited. Laughing harder, as he humiliated himself further by telling her how he was experiencing wet dreams, like a horny teenager and having to wash the sheets frequently.
Self imposed is the best way of describing it. She instructed him and he chose to obey. No chastity devices, no toys, no touching. He even had to go to the toilet sitting down, pushing down on his cock with his elbows. No hands.
The hard on didn't seem to be disappearing at all. Permanently erect, he drew uncomfortable glances from those who shared his dull ordinary days, humiliating him further. Wandering with weak knees, the days blurred into each other. The only change occuring - the painful frustration increasing hourly.
Instead of focussing his attention on his Mistress's request, all he could think of was his cock. Failing at work as his mental energies were otherwise occupied, added to his humilation as his manager critised his lack of effort. Mental bondage was infinitely harder on him, than any rope play or chains.
The day finally arrived to meet, and almost insane with the frustration and the desire, he could only provide monosyablic responses to her instructions on where, when and how to be. No brain left, all cock. Just how she liked them.
Falling to his knees outside her front door, as instructed, he reached up and pressed the bell twice.
Tick tock...no answer. Should he press the bell again? Surely she wouldn't leave him here on his knees, in broad daylight on a busy street? Fear kicked in and as he reached for the bell again, the door opened.
"In" she commanded.
He crawled. The erection painfully pushing against his stomach.
"Strip!" she barked, slamming the door behind him.
Babbling incoherently, begging, complimenting, pleading, words poured out of his mouth of his gratitude and frustration.
"Shut up you prick"
Silence from him, the only noise being the ripping of his shirt as he scrambled clumisly to remove it.
Tick tock... the grandfather clock in the hallway swung it's pendulum, seemingly mocking him further.
Naked and on his knees he stared at her stockinged feet, nails polished, and flexing on the shiny wooden floor.
"Follow me" she smiled crooking her finger and leading him to her living room, where she sat down on a large cushioned victorian chair and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke into his face.
She sat with her legs slightly parted, showing her stocking tops and a flash of creamy thigh.
Naked and vulnerable, his knees start to ache and his skin tightens with goosebumps.
The grandfather clock in the hallway carries on it's incessant tick tocking.
What does she want? Why doesn't she say anything? Why am I here? A million thoughts suddenly rush through his mind and he looks up.
Slap! Hard across the face.
"Don't look at me cock. I'm not some cheap porn slut you can gawk at! Avert your eyes."
Crying, he looks down again, glancing at the flash of thigh.
Tick tock...
"I'm a busy woman. You've got 10 minutes to make me cum with your mouth only. If you fail, you fail me. I never want to see you again cock. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress"
"Then get to it cock"
Pushing his head between her thighs and feeling them clamp around his ears, he almost loses consciousness with pleasure as he laps, tongues and sucks her clit. Thinking of nothing but the time and his task. His own pleasure forgotten.
Tick tock...
She starts to writhe on his face, pushing harder against him, holding his head in the position that gives her most pleasure and laughing. His erection is enormous now, but for the first time in a month, he doesn't even notice it's there.
Tick tock...
Thrusting against his tongue and mouth, she cums loudly and wetly, drenching him in her juice.
Tick tock...
"9 minutes and 10 seconds cock. Not bad." she says happliy, straightening her clothes.
Lighting another cigarette and blowing the smoke over his shining, wet face she grabs his chin and laughingly says "Same time next month?" He murmurs his assent and his hands move to his cock.
Slap!
"Oh no you don't! That's mine! I won't have you touching anything of mine without my express permission" she says sharply.
"Please Mistress, might I be allowed to cum?" he says plaintively.
"Maybe next month, when you've learned the value of manners, cock"
Self imposed is the best way of describing it. She instructed him and he chose to obey. No chastity devices, no toys, no touching. He even had to go to the toilet sitting down, pushing down on his cock with his elbows. No hands.
The hard on didn't seem to be disappearing at all. Permanently erect, he drew uncomfortable glances from those who shared his dull ordinary days, humiliating him further. Wandering with weak knees, the days blurred into each other. The only change occuring - the painful frustration increasing hourly.
Instead of focussing his attention on his Mistress's request, all he could think of was his cock. Failing at work as his mental energies were otherwise occupied, added to his humilation as his manager critised his lack of effort. Mental bondage was infinitely harder on him, than any rope play or chains.
The day finally arrived to meet, and almost insane with the frustration and the desire, he could only provide monosyablic responses to her instructions on where, when and how to be. No brain left, all cock. Just how she liked them.
Falling to his knees outside her front door, as instructed, he reached up and pressed the bell twice.
Tick tock...no answer. Should he press the bell again? Surely she wouldn't leave him here on his knees, in broad daylight on a busy street? Fear kicked in and as he reached for the bell again, the door opened.
"In" she commanded.
He crawled. The erection painfully pushing against his stomach.
"Strip!" she barked, slamming the door behind him.
Babbling incoherently, begging, complimenting, pleading, words poured out of his mouth of his gratitude and frustration.
"Shut up you prick"
Silence from him, the only noise being the ripping of his shirt as he scrambled clumisly to remove it.
Tick tock... the grandfather clock in the hallway swung it's pendulum, seemingly mocking him further.
Naked and on his knees he stared at her stockinged feet, nails polished, and flexing on the shiny wooden floor.
"Follow me" she smiled crooking her finger and leading him to her living room, where she sat down on a large cushioned victorian chair and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke into his face.
She sat with her legs slightly parted, showing her stocking tops and a flash of creamy thigh.
Naked and vulnerable, his knees start to ache and his skin tightens with goosebumps.
The grandfather clock in the hallway carries on it's incessant tick tocking.
What does she want? Why doesn't she say anything? Why am I here? A million thoughts suddenly rush through his mind and he looks up.
Slap! Hard across the face.
"Don't look at me cock. I'm not some cheap porn slut you can gawk at! Avert your eyes."
Crying, he looks down again, glancing at the flash of thigh.
Tick tock...
"I'm a busy woman. You've got 10 minutes to make me cum with your mouth only. If you fail, you fail me. I never want to see you again cock. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress"
"Then get to it cock"
Pushing his head between her thighs and feeling them clamp around his ears, he almost loses consciousness with pleasure as he laps, tongues and sucks her clit. Thinking of nothing but the time and his task. His own pleasure forgotten.
Tick tock...
She starts to writhe on his face, pushing harder against him, holding his head in the position that gives her most pleasure and laughing. His erection is enormous now, but for the first time in a month, he doesn't even notice it's there.
Tick tock...
Thrusting against his tongue and mouth, she cums loudly and wetly, drenching him in her juice.
Tick tock...
"9 minutes and 10 seconds cock. Not bad." she says happliy, straightening her clothes.
Lighting another cigarette and blowing the smoke over his shining, wet face she grabs his chin and laughingly says "Same time next month?" He murmurs his assent and his hands move to his cock.
Slap!
"Oh no you don't! That's mine! I won't have you touching anything of mine without my express permission" she says sharply.
"Please Mistress, might I be allowed to cum?" he says plaintively.
"Maybe next month, when you've learned the value of manners, cock"
London Vista
Standing on the balcony, over looking the Thames and sipping a perfect white wine. Hearing the lap of the water, the police sirens in the background, the party raging in the background whilst out here is relative peace and quiet. A city fox trots along the pathway down below and she grins with delight.
The twinkling lights of the city are out there and she sighs, smiling, knowing that she achieved all of this herself, without the help of any man.
The breeze ripples her skirt upwards and as she bends down to smooth it, two hands grip her waist.
She quickly stands upright and one of the hands covers her mouth. "Be quiet" a voice commands. The other hand moves over her stomach and thrusts itself in between her legs. She can't struggle too hard, otherwise she'll flip over the balcony. All of a sudden, the height that provided her with such a perfect view, seems terrifying.
In her ear she can hear and feel heavy breathing and against her buttocks something hard and hot presses.
In a flash, the skirt is lifted and in one movement, she's pushed forward against the balcony ledge, her legs spread and a hard cock is nudged against her cunt.
Moaning, begging her attacker to stop, but the words come out garbled as she finds herself pushed harder against the hand between her legs.
"Say please" the anonymous voice commands.
Her fear, the hand on her her cunt, the cock just resting.
"No!" she wants to scream but still she can't speak.
Drenched between her legs, she wonders who is doing this to her and why and more importantly, why she wants to push herself, back, hard against the teasing cock.
The hand moves up the dress and pinches her right nipple hard and sharp, bringing tears to her eyes.
"Say please"
"Never!" she yelps, finally finding her voice.
"Fine" the voice states calmly.
Pushed forward further, the edge of the balcony cutting into her stomach, her body almost doubled over, the cock moves from her cunt lips to her arse.
"Sure you won't say please?" the voice asks mockingly, pushing gently against her tight arse.
"Fuck you!" she screams.
A drunken couple walking below look up and laugh.
"You will say please. Girls like you are always so polite"
Pinching her nipple again, so hard this time, a spot of blood smears into her shirt.
Furious, she thinks "Girls? Girls! Who the fuck is this prick? I'll kill him! No! I'll pay for him to get killed!"
"Fine" the voice says amused and disappointed, dropping his hands from her nipple and from around her stomach and stepping back.
Anger personified, she whirls around ready to scratch, bite, kick anything to injure this man who humiliated her and comes face to face with a woman - tall, elegant with a sheet of jet black hair that shines like an eel, covering her shoulders.
"But...?" she stammers "who the hell are you?!" she shouts at the smiling woman.
"Your worst nightmare" the woman responds, smiling wider than ever, pulling her hand back and slapping her hard around the face...
The twinkling lights of the city are out there and she sighs, smiling, knowing that she achieved all of this herself, without the help of any man.
The breeze ripples her skirt upwards and as she bends down to smooth it, two hands grip her waist.
She quickly stands upright and one of the hands covers her mouth. "Be quiet" a voice commands. The other hand moves over her stomach and thrusts itself in between her legs. She can't struggle too hard, otherwise she'll flip over the balcony. All of a sudden, the height that provided her with such a perfect view, seems terrifying.
In her ear she can hear and feel heavy breathing and against her buttocks something hard and hot presses.
In a flash, the skirt is lifted and in one movement, she's pushed forward against the balcony ledge, her legs spread and a hard cock is nudged against her cunt.
Moaning, begging her attacker to stop, but the words come out garbled as she finds herself pushed harder against the hand between her legs.
"Say please" the anonymous voice commands.
Her fear, the hand on her her cunt, the cock just resting.
"No!" she wants to scream but still she can't speak.
Drenched between her legs, she wonders who is doing this to her and why and more importantly, why she wants to push herself, back, hard against the teasing cock.
The hand moves up the dress and pinches her right nipple hard and sharp, bringing tears to her eyes.
"Say please"
"Never!" she yelps, finally finding her voice.
"Fine" the voice states calmly.
Pushed forward further, the edge of the balcony cutting into her stomach, her body almost doubled over, the cock moves from her cunt lips to her arse.
"Sure you won't say please?" the voice asks mockingly, pushing gently against her tight arse.
"Fuck you!" she screams.
A drunken couple walking below look up and laugh.
"You will say please. Girls like you are always so polite"
Pinching her nipple again, so hard this time, a spot of blood smears into her shirt.
Furious, she thinks "Girls? Girls! Who the fuck is this prick? I'll kill him! No! I'll pay for him to get killed!"
"Fine" the voice says amused and disappointed, dropping his hands from her nipple and from around her stomach and stepping back.
Anger personified, she whirls around ready to scratch, bite, kick anything to injure this man who humiliated her and comes face to face with a woman - tall, elegant with a sheet of jet black hair that shines like an eel, covering her shoulders.
"But...?" she stammers "who the hell are you?!" she shouts at the smiling woman.
"Your worst nightmare" the woman responds, smiling wider than ever, pulling her hand back and slapping her hard around the face...
Early Morning Wake Up Call
Sleeping peacefully in crisp white sheets, whilst I watch your gentle breathing, from the darkness of the doorway – in and out.
You look so calm, vulnerable and succulent.
Moving silently across the cold floor and ever so delicately lifting the sheets, so not to disturb you, I climb into the bed with you.
You turn away, murmuring something indecipherable and huff your breath as you make yourself comfortable again.
I stroke your smooth hair away from your face and run my cool fingers down your neck, over your arms and up again.
Ever so gently, I place my hands around your throat, only lightly touching. I don't want you to wake, just yet.
Gently, ever so slowly I shift forward, nudging my lubricated strap on closer to your bottom. Just about holding in place, but not in yet, otherwise you'll wake up.
You flip onto your front, huffing again. You must be having some very active dreams! And I lift myself slowly above you, all the while making sure the tip of my cock is in just the right place, but my body doesn't lean on you and disturb your perfect dreams.
Hands placed back around the throat, legs on either side of yours, cock resting in place, I lean forward and whisper “Good Morning darling”
Snuffling and blinking you try to turn your head to greet me, when I suddenly clamp down on your throat and thrust my cock hard into your ass.
Your screams are muffled as I push your head into the pillow and keep fucking you, harder and faster.
Locking my arm around your neck, I bite down on your shoulder as I fuck you and use my free hand to push under your stomach and between your legs, squeezing, pulling and fingering.
Your screams have turned into weeping, frustrated anger and you try to throw me off, but you can't. My teeth in your neck and your head locked in my arm. The hand underneath you just makes you weaker and your struggles to throw me off, turn into struggles to push yourself harder against my cock and harder against my hand.
I can't stop laughing as you grunt and thrust and struggle, it's so fucking exciting and I'm getting so very slippery myself that if I don't come soon I'm going to really need to hurt someone.
Pulling you up and onto your knees, my cock still inside, I grab your hand and pull it behind you, placing it on my clit.
“Make me come and I might just let you suck this cock clean, slut”
It doesn't take long and I fall forward gasping, glistening and trembling onto you. As I'm recovering, I feel you moving up and down underneath me as you fuck yourself against my cock, moaning and begging, and I grin broadly as I know I don't have to wait long to see you gratefully licking my strap on clean and making my morning coffee.
You look so calm, vulnerable and succulent.
Moving silently across the cold floor and ever so delicately lifting the sheets, so not to disturb you, I climb into the bed with you.
You turn away, murmuring something indecipherable and huff your breath as you make yourself comfortable again.
I stroke your smooth hair away from your face and run my cool fingers down your neck, over your arms and up again.
Ever so gently, I place my hands around your throat, only lightly touching. I don't want you to wake, just yet.
Gently, ever so slowly I shift forward, nudging my lubricated strap on closer to your bottom. Just about holding in place, but not in yet, otherwise you'll wake up.
You flip onto your front, huffing again. You must be having some very active dreams! And I lift myself slowly above you, all the while making sure the tip of my cock is in just the right place, but my body doesn't lean on you and disturb your perfect dreams.
Hands placed back around the throat, legs on either side of yours, cock resting in place, I lean forward and whisper “Good Morning darling”
Snuffling and blinking you try to turn your head to greet me, when I suddenly clamp down on your throat and thrust my cock hard into your ass.
Your screams are muffled as I push your head into the pillow and keep fucking you, harder and faster.
Locking my arm around your neck, I bite down on your shoulder as I fuck you and use my free hand to push under your stomach and between your legs, squeezing, pulling and fingering.
Your screams have turned into weeping, frustrated anger and you try to throw me off, but you can't. My teeth in your neck and your head locked in my arm. The hand underneath you just makes you weaker and your struggles to throw me off, turn into struggles to push yourself harder against my cock and harder against my hand.
I can't stop laughing as you grunt and thrust and struggle, it's so fucking exciting and I'm getting so very slippery myself that if I don't come soon I'm going to really need to hurt someone.
Pulling you up and onto your knees, my cock still inside, I grab your hand and pull it behind you, placing it on my clit.
“Make me come and I might just let you suck this cock clean, slut”
It doesn't take long and I fall forward gasping, glistening and trembling onto you. As I'm recovering, I feel you moving up and down underneath me as you fuck yourself against my cock, moaning and begging, and I grin broadly as I know I don't have to wait long to see you gratefully licking my strap on clean and making my morning coffee.
Pretty Little
...Fuck Puppet.
Juice it up and watching it dance.
Pressing it's buttons and pulling the strings.
Twisting it's key and watching it perform just for me.
Petting it's hair and dressing it in a selection of matching accessories.
I'm generous and love to share My Pretty Little Fuck Puppet with others.
I could play all day with my Pretty Little Fuck Puppet.
But if it doesn't work according to instructions, I get cross. I grab it's shiny brushed hair and spit on it's perfectly made up face.
Throw it to the floor, and walk away.
Maybe someone with lower standards than I might get some enjoyment out of a second hand not so Pretty Little Fuck Puppet.
Juice it up and watching it dance.
Pressing it's buttons and pulling the strings.
Twisting it's key and watching it perform just for me.
Petting it's hair and dressing it in a selection of matching accessories.
I'm generous and love to share My Pretty Little Fuck Puppet with others.
I could play all day with my Pretty Little Fuck Puppet.
But if it doesn't work according to instructions, I get cross. I grab it's shiny brushed hair and spit on it's perfectly made up face.
Throw it to the floor, and walk away.
Maybe someone with lower standards than I might get some enjoyment out of a second hand not so Pretty Little Fuck Puppet.
Suck my tongue
And if you do it nicely, I might just sit on your face and wriggle, whilst I drag my nails across your body.
Make sure your own nails are trimmed. I might just need to use your fingers.
Ankle separators on securely?
Good.
Now lie down and keep still. I don't want to hear a word from you until I've finished.
Make sure your own nails are trimmed. I might just need to use your fingers.
Ankle separators on securely?
Good.
Now lie down and keep still. I don't want to hear a word from you until I've finished.
First Kiss
Barely standing apart.
Facing each other the tension builds.
Our breathing becomes ragged and we maintain eye contact.
Your back to the wall and your wrists bound.
It feels like our breathing is making the room heat up and a mist blurs my vision.
My hands gently resting around your throat and our breathing becomes as one.
Hot, moist, impatient, yet the waiting feels so exciting.
Closer, closer, millimetres at a time I draw your face to mine. We both shiver.
Breathing faster, all the while drowning in each others eyes.
Succulent lips, pouting and aching.
The sound of our impatient breathing is loud in the surrounding silence.
The electricity of our first kiss passes through our bodies, slams into our brains, shoots into our hips and destroys all sense of reality, time and place.
The darkness devours us as we do each other.
Facing each other the tension builds.
Our breathing becomes ragged and we maintain eye contact.
Your back to the wall and your wrists bound.
It feels like our breathing is making the room heat up and a mist blurs my vision.
My hands gently resting around your throat and our breathing becomes as one.
Hot, moist, impatient, yet the waiting feels so exciting.
Closer, closer, millimetres at a time I draw your face to mine. We both shiver.
Breathing faster, all the while drowning in each others eyes.
Succulent lips, pouting and aching.
The sound of our impatient breathing is loud in the surrounding silence.
The electricity of our first kiss passes through our bodies, slams into our brains, shoots into our hips and destroys all sense of reality, time and place.
The darkness devours us as we do each other.
Virtue
Arms stretched up above your head and toes balancing on the ground. Blindfolded.
A hard slap sends you spinning on your toes and round in circles. Giddy and breathless sobs.
Soft laughter in blackness beyond your blindfold and you feel your bottom lip being bitten gently and sucked.
Persuasive fingers slip between your buttocks and spread them gently and tickling.
More laughter and a harder bite down on your lip.
Pull away and nails rake down the insides of your arms and your lip swells up. It feels like it's bleeding slightly. Is it?
Silence and darkness. She moves so quietly, you can't even tell where in the room she stands or where she'll attack you from.
Breath on the back of your neck, warm and chilling at the same time, raising goosebumps with a delicate lick of your earlobe and a chuckle.
The fingers are back, under your arms, over your hard hard nipples, so hard they actually hurt, around your stomach and then vanish.
You wait shivering and impatient for what seems like an age
Your shivering turns to shaking as a cold metal collar is placed around your neck.
Your head is pulled backwards by your hair and into your ear, so close to those lips the words “Mine slut, all mine” are hissed. Her teeth graze your neck as she pulls away.
The slightest tongue-touch on your shivering skin is agony. Delicate licks – here, there, all over.
Shivering, moaning, desperate to touch, to be touched you're left strung up for another day.
Learning the virtue of patience is a hard lesson.
A hard slap sends you spinning on your toes and round in circles. Giddy and breathless sobs.
Soft laughter in blackness beyond your blindfold and you feel your bottom lip being bitten gently and sucked.
Persuasive fingers slip between your buttocks and spread them gently and tickling.
More laughter and a harder bite down on your lip.
Pull away and nails rake down the insides of your arms and your lip swells up. It feels like it's bleeding slightly. Is it?
Silence and darkness. She moves so quietly, you can't even tell where in the room she stands or where she'll attack you from.
Breath on the back of your neck, warm and chilling at the same time, raising goosebumps with a delicate lick of your earlobe and a chuckle.
The fingers are back, under your arms, over your hard hard nipples, so hard they actually hurt, around your stomach and then vanish.
You wait shivering and impatient for what seems like an age
Your shivering turns to shaking as a cold metal collar is placed around your neck.
Your head is pulled backwards by your hair and into your ear, so close to those lips the words “Mine slut, all mine” are hissed. Her teeth graze your neck as she pulls away.
The slightest tongue-touch on your shivering skin is agony. Delicate licks – here, there, all over.
Shivering, moaning, desperate to touch, to be touched you're left strung up for another day.
Learning the virtue of patience is a hard lesson.
Vengeful Sub Wrestling
For my entertainment. A tad Romanesque granted, but hey, I'm a classic girly.
Sun beating down on two almost submissives who are filled with self loathing for their own desires, hatred for those who have mercilessly tortured and punished them for the last couple of days, confused adoration for their tormentors and overwhelming horniness.
These subs stand in a large sand filled ring, surrounded by their tormentors cheering, laughing and placing bets on who will win.
The subs are covered in oil (it's a big thing with me at the moment, god knows why, I'm probably going to have to do something about this) and a gong is struck.
The object of the game is to wrestle the other sub to the ground and rape them for their Mistress's amusement. The oil makes it difficult to get a grip, so whenever one of them seems to have a hold of their opponent, they slide off. Even hair grabbing doesn't seem to work, everything is so slick.
The sun beats, the crowd cheers and catcalls, the Mistress's fan themselves, smiling and proud of their boys. It seems to go on forever, until the larger of the two men manages to clamber atop the other and force them flat to the ground.
The crowd goes crazy, the yelling and cheering is the only thing the subs can hear. Snarling and struggling on the ground, the smaller slave futiley struggles to escape. The victor, pinning his opponent down, looks up, panting to his Mistress for permission.
She winks.
The reward is apt.
Sun beating down on two almost submissives who are filled with self loathing for their own desires, hatred for those who have mercilessly tortured and punished them for the last couple of days, confused adoration for their tormentors and overwhelming horniness.
These subs stand in a large sand filled ring, surrounded by their tormentors cheering, laughing and placing bets on who will win.
The subs are covered in oil (it's a big thing with me at the moment, god knows why, I'm probably going to have to do something about this) and a gong is struck.
The object of the game is to wrestle the other sub to the ground and rape them for their Mistress's amusement. The oil makes it difficult to get a grip, so whenever one of them seems to have a hold of their opponent, they slide off. Even hair grabbing doesn't seem to work, everything is so slick.
The sun beats, the crowd cheers and catcalls, the Mistress's fan themselves, smiling and proud of their boys. It seems to go on forever, until the larger of the two men manages to clamber atop the other and force them flat to the ground.
The crowd goes crazy, the yelling and cheering is the only thing the subs can hear. Snarling and struggling on the ground, the smaller slave futiley struggles to escape. The victor, pinning his opponent down, looks up, panting to his Mistress for permission.
She winks.
The reward is apt.
Thighs
Clamped together and a look of stubborn determination on your face.
Wrists tied behind your back.
I start to pour the hot oil down your chest and over the tops of your clenched thighs - all very slippery and shiny, and I stroke down your chest with my palms, pinching the nipples on the way down.
You clench tighter and grind your teeth.
Sliding hands down the body, smooth, silky oil, slipping from under my fingers.
Still trying to clamp your thighs tight, the oil slides between them.
One hand travels up your neck and pulls your hair backwards.
The other wriggles its way between your trembling, slippy, shiny thighs and I laugh loudly as I can't tell the difference between the oil and your own juice and I don't care.
Wrists tied behind your back.
I start to pour the hot oil down your chest and over the tops of your clenched thighs - all very slippery and shiny, and I stroke down your chest with my palms, pinching the nipples on the way down.
You clench tighter and grind your teeth.
Sliding hands down the body, smooth, silky oil, slipping from under my fingers.
Still trying to clamp your thighs tight, the oil slides between them.
One hand travels up your neck and pulls your hair backwards.
The other wriggles its way between your trembling, slippy, shiny thighs and I laugh loudly as I can't tell the difference between the oil and your own juice and I don't care.
The Chair
Ankles tied to the legs of the chair, wrists tied behind your back.
Riding you very hard, whilst holding a scalpel delicately placed on the bottom of your eyelid and watching for your reactions.
Not a flicker, but a trickle of sweat trails down your forehead.
I lick it off and lower my scapel holding hand.
Biting down on your bottom lip, I gush over your lap.
Put my hand between my legs and bring it up to your eye level, shining with my slippery juice.
Smear it on your lips, kiss you deeply and pull away slowly.
"I'll take it".
Riding you very hard, whilst holding a scalpel delicately placed on the bottom of your eyelid and watching for your reactions.
Not a flicker, but a trickle of sweat trails down your forehead.
I lick it off and lower my scapel holding hand.
Biting down on your bottom lip, I gush over your lap.
Put my hand between my legs and bring it up to your eye level, shining with my slippery juice.
Smear it on your lips, kiss you deeply and pull away slowly.
"I'll take it".
Human Chandelier
Gagged, roped and tied up. Suspended from my ceiling in the kitchen above the table.
The candles burning low and melting over your back. The heat comfortable now, but hinting at the searing to come.
Lying on the table, underneath you suspended over my head, I lift my skirts and start to laugh, commanding that you maintain eye contact with me.
My hands slide down between my legs...
In walks my plaything, who kneels at the foot of the table and proceeds to give me head.
You try to look away and I laugh again, reaching up with my wet fingers to pull your face in alignment with mine. Pinching your jaw to keep you steady.
"Keep your eyes open slut"
The candles burn lower, and the heat develops into a gentle stinging, making you wriggle.
"Idiot!" I laugh, grabbing your chin harder and gasp as the plaything's tongue moves faster over my clit.
A trickle of wax slides down your back, around your waist and drips onto my plaything's head, who looks up for a moment.
"Stay down" I murmur, pushing his head back into my cunt.
The heat is getting quite uncomfortable and you try to swing out the flames of the candles, melting on your back out, only to cause more wax to pour over you and you squeal.
"You do it to yourself, my candelabra" I gasp.
The plaything between my legs, licks and sucks hard, making grunts of satisfaction and exhaustion.
The candle wicks begin to burn into your flesh and you scream around the gag - writhing and failing to stop the pain and sizzling sound of searing skin.
"Fuck!!!" I scream as I come over and over, collapsing back in perfect ecstacy.
The candles have gone out, it's pitch black and all I can hear is the gasping of my plaything as they recover, and the sound of your sobbing.
The candles burning low and melting over your back. The heat comfortable now, but hinting at the searing to come.
Lying on the table, underneath you suspended over my head, I lift my skirts and start to laugh, commanding that you maintain eye contact with me.
My hands slide down between my legs...
In walks my plaything, who kneels at the foot of the table and proceeds to give me head.
You try to look away and I laugh again, reaching up with my wet fingers to pull your face in alignment with mine. Pinching your jaw to keep you steady.
"Keep your eyes open slut"
The candles burn lower, and the heat develops into a gentle stinging, making you wriggle.
"Idiot!" I laugh, grabbing your chin harder and gasp as the plaything's tongue moves faster over my clit.
A trickle of wax slides down your back, around your waist and drips onto my plaything's head, who looks up for a moment.
"Stay down" I murmur, pushing his head back into my cunt.
The heat is getting quite uncomfortable and you try to swing out the flames of the candles, melting on your back out, only to cause more wax to pour over you and you squeal.
"You do it to yourself, my candelabra" I gasp.
The plaything between my legs, licks and sucks hard, making grunts of satisfaction and exhaustion.
The candle wicks begin to burn into your flesh and you scream around the gag - writhing and failing to stop the pain and sizzling sound of searing skin.
"Fuck!!!" I scream as I come over and over, collapsing back in perfect ecstacy.
The candles have gone out, it's pitch black and all I can hear is the gasping of my plaything as they recover, and the sound of your sobbing.
Little Bitch
Come here Little Bitch.
My slut.
Sit.
On the floor.
Look at me.
Stop whimpering, you've got no idea what I'm going to do, so don't pre-empt me.
Does it hurt?
Good.
My slut.
Sit.
On the floor.
Look at me.
Stop whimpering, you've got no idea what I'm going to do, so don't pre-empt me.
Does it hurt?
Good.
Story from a now enlightened toy
Sent to me by a mate who had a lightbulb moment. Thought I'd share it. Dirty bastard aint he?
Fantasies told
I cannot see, for I am blindfolded I cannot talk, for there is a gag in my mouth I cannot hear for my ears have ear plugs and are covered with something I cannot move, for I have been restrained over a small table or bench
I cannot sense anything around me, but I know there is someone there. I feel a cool breeze across my back as if someone has blown upon me.
I shudder in delicious anticipation as I feel a warm tongue across my lower back. It starts to trail lower. Across the top of my cheeks and suggestively towards the centre it goes. Then nothing, I am alone again.
I feel a tongue whisper across my cheek, I try to answer its call but I cannot, I remember the ball gag in my mouth. Again I feel the tongue on my other cheek but I cannot answer it. I slump in acquiescence, waiting for the next…
Aahhh, a sudden intake of breath, as I feel a sharp stinging blow to my backside. Again, and then a pause, I think that is it, but no another stinging blow, this time sending shivers up my back. A cold hand I feel over the recently stung surface. I tremble waiting… The hand starts to massage my backside ever so slowly and gently. Another hand joins it on the other cheek. I feel my cheeks being drawn apart. A tongue. I feel a tongue drifting across the sides of my opening I twitch with excitement, but I cannot tell her how much I want her. The tongue starts to flick back and forth across my puckered hole, I wiggle my ass with ecstasy. Slowly the tongue starts to probe deeper and deeper inside, slowly relaxing and opening my anus, the tongue stops and pulls away. I feel her blow across my wet hole and tremble.
It stops.
I feel the gag being taken off, and something is pushed at my lips. I open my lips to accept what is coming, I open my mouth and accept it in. I feel it pushing the back of my throat and I fight the urge to gag. I push my tongue up against it as it thrusts in and out. The fingers are removed, and something else is forced in. This is bigger than the fingers and it's much bigger than I anticipated but I resign myself to accepting more. It presses hard on the back of my throat harder than before, I try to open my throat and accept it all, but it's pulled back. I feel it thrusting in and out of my mouth and I love it. I want more. I wrap my tongue around it as it dives in and out.
I start in surprise. I feel fingers prising open my backdoor. Something is being pushed into my ass. It feels like a dildo of some sort, and I realise we are not alone, but I don't care. My dream is being fulfilled. I am being penetrated at both ends. And I love it!! I can feel my ass slowly being opened it hurts but I can feel it relaxing and, oooh it's in. I can feel it slowly thrusting in and out whilst I suck ever harder on what's in my mouth. Gently, gently I am being ass fucked and face fucked at the same time. I feel my mouth ease as it is withdrawn. It's being pressed against my lips but not being pushed in. I wonder what they want… I flick my tongue out and start to lick and kiss the end. I feel some thick sticky substance on the tip and realise this is a real cock! Not a dildo, my heart gives a start. I don't want to be with a man, but I do want a real cock. I am confused. But I don't stop licking this huge cock in my face. I open my mouth begging for it to be put back in, like my ass I want to be fucked hard! I feel the cock sinking into mouth again, and start to make love to it with my tongue, licking it down the shaft as it comes out and rolling around it as it is pressed into my throat. I feel it stop then I feel more pressure on the back of my throat. I open up my throat and feel it glide down. Fighting the reflex I feel more and more cock going down. How big is this cock?? It's huge!! I feel a gentle bush against my nose and realise it is all the way in. It's a monster!! Oh I wish it were in my ass now!! I fell it being forced up and down my throat, trying hard not to gag, I am being opened up at both ends now I feel the toy in my ass pulled out and pushed back in enjoying the delicious feeling of being re-penetrated. I feel the cock in my throat being withdrawn from my mouth leaving big sticky strings of saliva behind keeping me connected to it. I feel them break and flick back onto my chin. A tongue sweeps across my chin and licks it up, I feel a cheek brush against me as it does so. I feels feminine, with no stubble. I am more confused, are there more people here? I do not know but I continue to get ass fucked, and I don't complain.
My ass feels filled now I can feel it being stretched on each stroke. Oh god that feels so good! Each thrust carries me closer and closer, but I cannot reach myself to appease the craving. As if reading my thoughts I feel a hand reach around and wrap itself onto my cock gently squeezing and stroking my shaft. The cock in my mouth is pulled away and I feel a big pair of balls replacing them. I start to lick at them and slowly feel them being drawn up and away from me I continue to lick expecting what is coming. I feel a puckered hole by the tip of my tongue and start to flick back and forth across it, pushing my tongue in and out. Suddenly it is pulled away and I feel the cock against my lips again with sudden urgency I open my mouth and accept it in. I feel a few jerks on the cock and suddenly I feel a warm rush of sticky cum burst against the back of my throat I swallow and swallow but there is too much and I feel it dribbling down my chin as the cock thrusts away in my mouth. I feel the cock in my ass suddenly pulled away leaving me gaping open to the world. I keep on lapping as cum continues to eject from this monster in my mouth. I feel a tongue licking at my chin slurping up the cum that has dribbled out. The cock is pulled away and a few more streams land on my face. Suddenly I am given a deep kiss from whoever has been licking my chin. We swap cum back and forth delighting in the taste of each other and the semen between us. I leave my mouth open as she starts to lick my face all over making cum trails all over me. I feel like such a dirty slut right now, and I love it. I have wanted this for a long time and now it comes true! She stops.
I fel a limp cock put back in my mouth and hope it's the same monster. I start to suck it back to health and feel it respond by growing and growing.
I feel my ass being opened again. It feels bigger this time. She's pulled out a bigger dong. I feel it gently easing in and stretching me further than before. I've never had something so big before. I delight in the stretching feeling. I can feel my ass being reamed open.
I stop sucking the cock to enjoy my ass fucking. The cock doesn't stop and keeps thrusting in and out.
Suddenly they both pull out and stop.
I feel exhilarated both ends open to the world and a gentle breeze across both makes me shiver.
I feel something pressing against my asshole again. This is different though. I realise it's the monster cock about to plumb my inner depths. This is bigger than the dongs!! It feels so different going in my ass than my mouth. I feel the cock breaking me down taking my anal virginity. I've never been fucked by a real cock before. A sudden thrust and it's all the way in. It hurts but I can't pull away and I love it too I feel it going harder and faster I can feel the cock tearing me inside but I want it so much I don't care. I feel a pair of hands grip me around the waist and suddenly the fucking gets faster and faster.
Something is at my mouth. I feel something wet I flick my tongue out as expected and encounter the dong that has been up my ass I lick it for a little and then it is shoved in my mouth. I am being used as a fuck toy. I love it. My mouth and ass both being fucked hard. Delicious!! I feel the dong taken away from my mouth and I receive a fleeting caring kiss. Whilst my ass is still being pounded I can feel myself being pushed up against the table with each stroke going deep into my belly. I smell something sweet. Something wet is being pushed against my face. I recognise the scent of a wet pussy, and starting licking furiously. I feel her thighs wrap around my head drawing us closer together I dive in licking furiously at the clit in my reach. Running my tongue up and down her wicked snatch, enjoying her wetness as someone else enjoys the wetness of my ass. I run my tongue down to her hole and start to probe deeply. I feel her legs start to twitch and shake I know I've got the spot I maintain my technique and feel her arching her back in delight. I feel a quickening of the ass fucking I am receiving and guess they are both about to cum. I feel her legs wrap ever tighter around my head forcing me down on her cunt furiously licking away I feel the cock in my ass suddenly thrust in and I feel cum squirting inside me filling me with warm sticky cum. I feel it thrust again and again harder and demanding filling me with more and more hot cock goo. I feel her relax her legs and pull away. The cock stays inside and twitches a few more times filling me with more and more cum. Suddenly the cock is withdrawn and I am left alone bent over with cum splattered on my face and oozing out my ass and down my legs thinking I wish I could capture this on video and watch it again and again. My body trembles as a tongue runs up my leg and starts to gobble up the cum dribbling out of my ass, sucking it out and swallowing it down. It stops. And I'm alone again. A kiss I feel warm cum spat in my mouth fresh from my ass. We pass it back and forth before swallowing and leaving me again.
I feel some of the restraints being loosened. I can stand!! But my hands shackled about a foot apart. I feel my ears muffling being removed, and I hear a whispered “Now here is your reward for being such a good fuck toy” I whisper a thankyou I feel someone take hold of my cock as I feel an ass pressing backwards onto it. I feel it being pushed into the lubed but still tight asshole. I start to thrust away but I told to stop. I feel my wrist restraints released and I flex my hands instinctively. I put my hands on the waist of the ass I am now fucking slowly. I feel the ass backing up on me more and more as I fuck deeper and deeper. I feel the ass move to a kneeling position spreading legs more so I can get a better entry. I reach around to play and find the cock hat so recently fucked me to a dribbling mess. I think what the hey and start to masturbate this monster. With my other hand I start to stroke the chest and suddenly realises there are breast on this ass. I'm fucking a tranny!! What more could I ask for? I start to fuck her harder now whilst stroking her cock and tits.
I push her back down into doggie as I want to finish her off. I can feel my orgasm rushing up quickly now, and start to fuck this he-bitch faster and harder. Feeling my body slam into hers on each stroke. I feel one last thrust as I cannot hold back any more and I slam into her releasing my pent up frustration into her asshole, I thrust again and again filling her with my cum. She pulls away and I quiver as my cock is pulled out unexpectedly. My head is pulled down and I feel my face being pushed against her freshly filled ass, and I eagerly lick my cum out of her ass. I finish licking and sucking it out, and tell her to come here. I feel where she is and kiss her deeply trading cum back and forth. I feel another face eagerly push it's way in asking to be kissed as well. We enjoy a threeway face licking cum swapping frenzy, before collapsing in a heap together holding and cuddling each other.
Sometime later I awake. In a bed, nude with no sign of the previous activities, except for the sensation in my ass. A head pokes around the doorway, the face of the one who arranged all this. She says “You're awake. Would you like some coffee? I'm sorry but I only have vegan milk.”
Fantasies told
I cannot see, for I am blindfolded I cannot talk, for there is a gag in my mouth I cannot hear for my ears have ear plugs and are covered with something I cannot move, for I have been restrained over a small table or bench
I cannot sense anything around me, but I know there is someone there. I feel a cool breeze across my back as if someone has blown upon me.
I shudder in delicious anticipation as I feel a warm tongue across my lower back. It starts to trail lower. Across the top of my cheeks and suggestively towards the centre it goes. Then nothing, I am alone again.
I feel a tongue whisper across my cheek, I try to answer its call but I cannot, I remember the ball gag in my mouth. Again I feel the tongue on my other cheek but I cannot answer it. I slump in acquiescence, waiting for the next…
Aahhh, a sudden intake of breath, as I feel a sharp stinging blow to my backside. Again, and then a pause, I think that is it, but no another stinging blow, this time sending shivers up my back. A cold hand I feel over the recently stung surface. I tremble waiting… The hand starts to massage my backside ever so slowly and gently. Another hand joins it on the other cheek. I feel my cheeks being drawn apart. A tongue. I feel a tongue drifting across the sides of my opening I twitch with excitement, but I cannot tell her how much I want her. The tongue starts to flick back and forth across my puckered hole, I wiggle my ass with ecstasy. Slowly the tongue starts to probe deeper and deeper inside, slowly relaxing and opening my anus, the tongue stops and pulls away. I feel her blow across my wet hole and tremble.
It stops.
I feel the gag being taken off, and something is pushed at my lips. I open my lips to accept what is coming, I open my mouth and accept it in. I feel it pushing the back of my throat and I fight the urge to gag. I push my tongue up against it as it thrusts in and out. The fingers are removed, and something else is forced in. This is bigger than the fingers and it's much bigger than I anticipated but I resign myself to accepting more. It presses hard on the back of my throat harder than before, I try to open my throat and accept it all, but it's pulled back. I feel it thrusting in and out of my mouth and I love it. I want more. I wrap my tongue around it as it dives in and out.
I start in surprise. I feel fingers prising open my backdoor. Something is being pushed into my ass. It feels like a dildo of some sort, and I realise we are not alone, but I don't care. My dream is being fulfilled. I am being penetrated at both ends. And I love it!! I can feel my ass slowly being opened it hurts but I can feel it relaxing and, oooh it's in. I can feel it slowly thrusting in and out whilst I suck ever harder on what's in my mouth. Gently, gently I am being ass fucked and face fucked at the same time. I feel my mouth ease as it is withdrawn. It's being pressed against my lips but not being pushed in. I wonder what they want… I flick my tongue out and start to lick and kiss the end. I feel some thick sticky substance on the tip and realise this is a real cock! Not a dildo, my heart gives a start. I don't want to be with a man, but I do want a real cock. I am confused. But I don't stop licking this huge cock in my face. I open my mouth begging for it to be put back in, like my ass I want to be fucked hard! I feel the cock sinking into mouth again, and start to make love to it with my tongue, licking it down the shaft as it comes out and rolling around it as it is pressed into my throat. I feel it stop then I feel more pressure on the back of my throat. I open up my throat and feel it glide down. Fighting the reflex I feel more and more cock going down. How big is this cock?? It's huge!! I feel a gentle bush against my nose and realise it is all the way in. It's a monster!! Oh I wish it were in my ass now!! I fell it being forced up and down my throat, trying hard not to gag, I am being opened up at both ends now I feel the toy in my ass pulled out and pushed back in enjoying the delicious feeling of being re-penetrated. I feel the cock in my throat being withdrawn from my mouth leaving big sticky strings of saliva behind keeping me connected to it. I feel them break and flick back onto my chin. A tongue sweeps across my chin and licks it up, I feel a cheek brush against me as it does so. I feels feminine, with no stubble. I am more confused, are there more people here? I do not know but I continue to get ass fucked, and I don't complain.
My ass feels filled now I can feel it being stretched on each stroke. Oh god that feels so good! Each thrust carries me closer and closer, but I cannot reach myself to appease the craving. As if reading my thoughts I feel a hand reach around and wrap itself onto my cock gently squeezing and stroking my shaft. The cock in my mouth is pulled away and I feel a big pair of balls replacing them. I start to lick at them and slowly feel them being drawn up and away from me I continue to lick expecting what is coming. I feel a puckered hole by the tip of my tongue and start to flick back and forth across it, pushing my tongue in and out. Suddenly it is pulled away and I feel the cock against my lips again with sudden urgency I open my mouth and accept it in. I feel a few jerks on the cock and suddenly I feel a warm rush of sticky cum burst against the back of my throat I swallow and swallow but there is too much and I feel it dribbling down my chin as the cock thrusts away in my mouth. I feel the cock in my ass suddenly pulled away leaving me gaping open to the world. I keep on lapping as cum continues to eject from this monster in my mouth. I feel a tongue licking at my chin slurping up the cum that has dribbled out. The cock is pulled away and a few more streams land on my face. Suddenly I am given a deep kiss from whoever has been licking my chin. We swap cum back and forth delighting in the taste of each other and the semen between us. I leave my mouth open as she starts to lick my face all over making cum trails all over me. I feel like such a dirty slut right now, and I love it. I have wanted this for a long time and now it comes true! She stops.
I fel a limp cock put back in my mouth and hope it's the same monster. I start to suck it back to health and feel it respond by growing and growing.
I feel my ass being opened again. It feels bigger this time. She's pulled out a bigger dong. I feel it gently easing in and stretching me further than before. I've never had something so big before. I delight in the stretching feeling. I can feel my ass being reamed open.
I stop sucking the cock to enjoy my ass fucking. The cock doesn't stop and keeps thrusting in and out.
Suddenly they both pull out and stop.
I feel exhilarated both ends open to the world and a gentle breeze across both makes me shiver.
I feel something pressing against my asshole again. This is different though. I realise it's the monster cock about to plumb my inner depths. This is bigger than the dongs!! It feels so different going in my ass than my mouth. I feel the cock breaking me down taking my anal virginity. I've never been fucked by a real cock before. A sudden thrust and it's all the way in. It hurts but I can't pull away and I love it too I feel it going harder and faster I can feel the cock tearing me inside but I want it so much I don't care. I feel a pair of hands grip me around the waist and suddenly the fucking gets faster and faster.
Something is at my mouth. I feel something wet I flick my tongue out as expected and encounter the dong that has been up my ass I lick it for a little and then it is shoved in my mouth. I am being used as a fuck toy. I love it. My mouth and ass both being fucked hard. Delicious!! I feel the dong taken away from my mouth and I receive a fleeting caring kiss. Whilst my ass is still being pounded I can feel myself being pushed up against the table with each stroke going deep into my belly. I smell something sweet. Something wet is being pushed against my face. I recognise the scent of a wet pussy, and starting licking furiously. I feel her thighs wrap around my head drawing us closer together I dive in licking furiously at the clit in my reach. Running my tongue up and down her wicked snatch, enjoying her wetness as someone else enjoys the wetness of my ass. I run my tongue down to her hole and start to probe deeply. I feel her legs start to twitch and shake I know I've got the spot I maintain my technique and feel her arching her back in delight. I feel a quickening of the ass fucking I am receiving and guess they are both about to cum. I feel her legs wrap ever tighter around my head forcing me down on her cunt furiously licking away I feel the cock in my ass suddenly thrust in and I feel cum squirting inside me filling me with warm sticky cum. I feel it thrust again and again harder and demanding filling me with more and more hot cock goo. I feel her relax her legs and pull away. The cock stays inside and twitches a few more times filling me with more and more cum. Suddenly the cock is withdrawn and I am left alone bent over with cum splattered on my face and oozing out my ass and down my legs thinking I wish I could capture this on video and watch it again and again. My body trembles as a tongue runs up my leg and starts to gobble up the cum dribbling out of my ass, sucking it out and swallowing it down. It stops. And I'm alone again. A kiss I feel warm cum spat in my mouth fresh from my ass. We pass it back and forth before swallowing and leaving me again.
I feel some of the restraints being loosened. I can stand!! But my hands shackled about a foot apart. I feel my ears muffling being removed, and I hear a whispered “Now here is your reward for being such a good fuck toy” I whisper a thankyou I feel someone take hold of my cock as I feel an ass pressing backwards onto it. I feel it being pushed into the lubed but still tight asshole. I start to thrust away but I told to stop. I feel my wrist restraints released and I flex my hands instinctively. I put my hands on the waist of the ass I am now fucking slowly. I feel the ass backing up on me more and more as I fuck deeper and deeper. I feel the ass move to a kneeling position spreading legs more so I can get a better entry. I reach around to play and find the cock hat so recently fucked me to a dribbling mess. I think what the hey and start to masturbate this monster. With my other hand I start to stroke the chest and suddenly realises there are breast on this ass. I'm fucking a tranny!! What more could I ask for? I start to fuck her harder now whilst stroking her cock and tits.
I push her back down into doggie as I want to finish her off. I can feel my orgasm rushing up quickly now, and start to fuck this he-bitch faster and harder. Feeling my body slam into hers on each stroke. I feel one last thrust as I cannot hold back any more and I slam into her releasing my pent up frustration into her asshole, I thrust again and again filling her with my cum. She pulls away and I quiver as my cock is pulled out unexpectedly. My head is pulled down and I feel my face being pushed against her freshly filled ass, and I eagerly lick my cum out of her ass. I finish licking and sucking it out, and tell her to come here. I feel where she is and kiss her deeply trading cum back and forth. I feel another face eagerly push it's way in asking to be kissed as well. We enjoy a threeway face licking cum swapping frenzy, before collapsing in a heap together holding and cuddling each other.
Sometime later I awake. In a bed, nude with no sign of the previous activities, except for the sensation in my ass. A head pokes around the doorway, the face of the one who arranged all this. She says “You're awake. Would you like some coffee? I'm sorry but I only have vegan milk.”
The Kennel
Welcome to Theda's Kennel for Wayward Bitches.
I'm Theda Vamp, owner of these kennel's and I believe in a strict and disciplined approach to puppy training. You can see my two prize winners there – Spot and Fido. Both of these girls have been under my supervision now for a year and are almost ready to be rehomed. Any anthropomorphic human traits they might have once had are obliterated into subservience and obedience to any of my commands.
I can see you've brought a feisty specimen with you today! My goodness! She even thinks she can talk! “Let me go you psychos???” Is that what she yelped? Now that won't do at all. Not at all. I think the sooner we get her into the enclosure, the better. The more time she spends with her own kind, the faster she'll become accustomed to acting like the animal she is.
Gracious she's a wriggler! I think you should give me her leash now and leave us. It's very upsetting for them to have elongated farewell with their owners. Don't worry we'll take very good care of her. You won't recognise her when you next come to visit. That's it off you go.
Don't make me pull this choke chain any harder pumpkin. Sit and stay…STAY…
Right now that your idiotic owner has gone, let's have a proper look at you…hmm…definitely in need of some rules. Sit…SIT…show me your paw…it's not a hand it's a paw. Show me your paw. I refuse to get into this discussion with you. You are a dog and you will learn to behave like a dog. You obviously have had no real discipline in your upbringing and I intend to bring you up to scratch on the reality of the situation – and fast.
This is how it's going to be, from now on, until you can learn to behave yourself. You are under my roof and I am your guardian. You will be fed and watered if you deserve it and exercised as I see fit. You will be subject to a rigorous programme of training and behavioural therapy. You are a dog. You are a bitch. And will therefore be treated like one. Enough of that whimpering! I'm going to introduce you to your new home. This cage. An unruly bitch like you needs to learn the value of other species space, so you will be denied it. You can not sit up or stand up and must spend your time on your hands and knees, except at night time, where you must curl up. After the first week of enclosure, you might get a blanket, but to begin with, it'll will just be this cage from now on. Stop whining, it's very annoying and makes me lash out at those in my care with boots and sticks.
Oh dear god! The stupid bitch has just pissed herself! All over my beautiful clean floor! Clean it up! NOW! Stop looking around, there's no one here to help you, now clean it up!
See that filthy mess you just made? See it? Get your nose in it and clean it up. There aren't any mops or buckets here. Dogs don't use them. Why on earth did you think god gave you a tongue for? CLEAN IT! If you don't clean it up right now, I'll make you clean the other puppies kennels with your tongue. That's a girl. Good girl. Stop crying, it's pathetic. Lap it up my dear *kick* lap it up. Good girl.
Well now, with all this whimpering, pee'ing and licking, you must be awfully tired. I think we should put you down for the night. Yes. In the cage. Don't worry about messing it over night, you'll get the chance to clean it up tomorrow morning. The best thing to do is hold it in, otherwise you'll be lying in your own mess for the whole time.
Get in the cage. Get in…NOW! *kick* GET IN THE CAGE YOU FILTHY BITCH! *kick* The longer *kick* you take to *kick* get in *kick* the cage *kick* the more I'm going to *kick* have to *kick* keep hurting you *kick* and we don't want that now do we? So get in.
Goodnight little bitch. I'll think of a name for you tomorrow.
(lights out)
I'm Theda Vamp, owner of these kennel's and I believe in a strict and disciplined approach to puppy training. You can see my two prize winners there – Spot and Fido. Both of these girls have been under my supervision now for a year and are almost ready to be rehomed. Any anthropomorphic human traits they might have once had are obliterated into subservience and obedience to any of my commands.
I can see you've brought a feisty specimen with you today! My goodness! She even thinks she can talk! “Let me go you psychos???” Is that what she yelped? Now that won't do at all. Not at all. I think the sooner we get her into the enclosure, the better. The more time she spends with her own kind, the faster she'll become accustomed to acting like the animal she is.
Gracious she's a wriggler! I think you should give me her leash now and leave us. It's very upsetting for them to have elongated farewell with their owners. Don't worry we'll take very good care of her. You won't recognise her when you next come to visit. That's it off you go.
Don't make me pull this choke chain any harder pumpkin. Sit and stay…STAY…
Right now that your idiotic owner has gone, let's have a proper look at you…hmm…definitely in need of some rules. Sit…SIT…show me your paw…it's not a hand it's a paw. Show me your paw. I refuse to get into this discussion with you. You are a dog and you will learn to behave like a dog. You obviously have had no real discipline in your upbringing and I intend to bring you up to scratch on the reality of the situation – and fast.
This is how it's going to be, from now on, until you can learn to behave yourself. You are under my roof and I am your guardian. You will be fed and watered if you deserve it and exercised as I see fit. You will be subject to a rigorous programme of training and behavioural therapy. You are a dog. You are a bitch. And will therefore be treated like one. Enough of that whimpering! I'm going to introduce you to your new home. This cage. An unruly bitch like you needs to learn the value of other species space, so you will be denied it. You can not sit up or stand up and must spend your time on your hands and knees, except at night time, where you must curl up. After the first week of enclosure, you might get a blanket, but to begin with, it'll will just be this cage from now on. Stop whining, it's very annoying and makes me lash out at those in my care with boots and sticks.
Oh dear god! The stupid bitch has just pissed herself! All over my beautiful clean floor! Clean it up! NOW! Stop looking around, there's no one here to help you, now clean it up!
See that filthy mess you just made? See it? Get your nose in it and clean it up. There aren't any mops or buckets here. Dogs don't use them. Why on earth did you think god gave you a tongue for? CLEAN IT! If you don't clean it up right now, I'll make you clean the other puppies kennels with your tongue. That's a girl. Good girl. Stop crying, it's pathetic. Lap it up my dear *kick* lap it up. Good girl.
Well now, with all this whimpering, pee'ing and licking, you must be awfully tired. I think we should put you down for the night. Yes. In the cage. Don't worry about messing it over night, you'll get the chance to clean it up tomorrow morning. The best thing to do is hold it in, otherwise you'll be lying in your own mess for the whole time.
Get in the cage. Get in…NOW! *kick* GET IN THE CAGE YOU FILTHY BITCH! *kick* The longer *kick* you take to *kick* get in *kick* the cage *kick* the more I'm going to *kick* have to *kick* keep hurting you *kick* and we don't want that now do we? So get in.
Goodnight little bitch. I'll think of a name for you tomorrow.
(lights out)
Convenience
A scenario I worked out for an extremely shy submissive, who is crippled by the thought of anyone catching him out…
We meet at a bar after work. Both dressed smartly and in addition I'm wearing a pair of skin tight black gloves, which I know drive him nuts.
I fetch a drink whilst he lean against the wall (he has to because his hands are tied behind his back and he can't possibly let the 'nilla's see him like this). His coat is drapped over his tied hands.
With drink in hand, I fetch him and walk behind, guiding him gently down the stairs and towards the bathrooms with my gloved hand on the back of his neck. He stops. This is the ladies toilet! He can't possibly go in there! What if someone sees him? What is someone he know's from work sees him??? He couldn't bear it. I stick my head through the door to see if the coast is clear; it is. I drag him backwards through the communal area, by his bound wrists and shuffling backwards into the cubicle. I close and lock the door, which he is still facing in the direction of.
I reach around his waist from behind, with one hand on his mouth. The other is loosening his clothing, which makes it quite difficult for him to move. Teasing him and laughing at him, I push him down onto his knees and tie his ankles together. Still facing the door, I continue to tease him, touching him (but not where he so obviously wants me to) and dragging my nails across his skin and through his hair, laughing softly in his ear and nipping his neck with my teeth.
I turn him around suddenly and keep my hand over his mouth. Sitting down with legs apart (stocking tops showing just slightly), I say "Go down on me slutboy and don't get up till I tell you".
He nods, wide eyed above the glove-smothered mouth and then shuffle forward as best as he can, trying to get himself into an accessible position, when he sits bolt upright – someone is coming in! He starts shaking his head and panicking – No, no, no, no… I grab his chin, and hold his face up to mine and repeat “I said Go down on me, but I don't want you to be quiet, I want you to show me how much you're enjoying this. I want to hear every moan and every sucking noise and I want to hear you tell me how lucky you are to have the opportunity to be giving me head”.
He blushes deeply and looks down at his dishevelled clothes and straining cock, embarrassed about his physical appearance and humiliated at the thought of someone knocking on the door or hearing his moans. He looks back up at me, flushed with a single tear running from his beautiful long lashed brown eyes.
“What are you waiting for, darling? I've told you to go down on me now get to it”.
He shuffles forward on his knees and I laugh as I see his cock bouncing and desperate. I raise my skirt ever so slightly and push his head upwards, so that the skirt is partially covering it.
He begins by kissing the tops of the stockings, breathing heavily and wanting the feel of my thighs trapping his head in place. He's taking too long about this! I pull back and pull his head up by his hair and look deep into his eyes.
“This isn't romance, pretty boy, this is fucking. I don't need the warm-up foreplay, fluffy, nice and slow crap you use on your girlfriends. You're here to give me what I want and I want you to fuck me with your tongue. Are you going to do it right, or am I going to have to leave you here, with your trousers down and that ridiculous cock wilting until some cleaner finds you?”
He promises to do what I ask and sits back on his knees, waiting for my approval to begin again.
His head rocks back with the very loud and hard slap I plant across his already flushed cheeks and he yelps. “Pay attention bitch” I say quietly. “Go down, make it hard and make it fast, I haven't got time to hang around waiting for the usual mediocre orgasms you claim to be so good at giving women. I want to be out of here in 5 mins flat as I have a date. I want to be satisfied thoroughly before I leave. Think of yourself as my human vibrator – quick, convenient and easily replaced”
Nodding and blushing he moves forward again, ready to begin. I gentle run my fingers through his hair, making him tremble and moan and quickly pull his head forward towards my clit.
There's no more ridiculous romantic kissing now. He knows what he has to do and he goes to it in earnest. Flicking, sucking, licking as hard and as fast as he possibly can, the effort is making him sweat and he responds to my excitement by moaning louder and louder as he services me. His cock looks ready to explode and his body is shaking and straining with the effort or remaining in the correct position, without the support of his hands. My head is swimming as I try to maintain a sense of equilibrium, whilst exploding orgasm, after orgasm, coming and coming all over his face, pulling his head harder into my crotch as I scream.
Panting and looking more than a bit dishevelled myself, I haul myself up and straighten my clothes. He's at my feet, panting and gasping, cock still straining and twitching.
Looking at my watch I say “Excellent work my slut – 5 minutes exactly.” And step over him, opening the door and stepping out to reapply my make up. I look in the mirror and can see that behind me, the poor thing is slumped on the toilet floor, still as hard as before. I laugh as someone starts to open the main door to the bathrooms and he scrabbles around in an attempt to hide himself.
“Darling, right on time. I'm almost ready to go” I say as my boyfriend comes into the bathroom and kisses me on the neck.
The boyfriend looks at the poor slutboy scrabbling on the floor, unable to untie himself, humiliated to be seen by another man whilst in this vulnerable position. “Time for a quick one before we go?” my boyfriend asks.
“Why not?” I say grinning.
The boyfriend looks at the poor slutboy and walks over, undoing his zip…
We meet at a bar after work. Both dressed smartly and in addition I'm wearing a pair of skin tight black gloves, which I know drive him nuts.
I fetch a drink whilst he lean against the wall (he has to because his hands are tied behind his back and he can't possibly let the 'nilla's see him like this). His coat is drapped over his tied hands.
With drink in hand, I fetch him and walk behind, guiding him gently down the stairs and towards the bathrooms with my gloved hand on the back of his neck. He stops. This is the ladies toilet! He can't possibly go in there! What if someone sees him? What is someone he know's from work sees him??? He couldn't bear it. I stick my head through the door to see if the coast is clear; it is. I drag him backwards through the communal area, by his bound wrists and shuffling backwards into the cubicle. I close and lock the door, which he is still facing in the direction of.
I reach around his waist from behind, with one hand on his mouth. The other is loosening his clothing, which makes it quite difficult for him to move. Teasing him and laughing at him, I push him down onto his knees and tie his ankles together. Still facing the door, I continue to tease him, touching him (but not where he so obviously wants me to) and dragging my nails across his skin and through his hair, laughing softly in his ear and nipping his neck with my teeth.
I turn him around suddenly and keep my hand over his mouth. Sitting down with legs apart (stocking tops showing just slightly), I say "Go down on me slutboy and don't get up till I tell you".
He nods, wide eyed above the glove-smothered mouth and then shuffle forward as best as he can, trying to get himself into an accessible position, when he sits bolt upright – someone is coming in! He starts shaking his head and panicking – No, no, no, no… I grab his chin, and hold his face up to mine and repeat “I said Go down on me, but I don't want you to be quiet, I want you to show me how much you're enjoying this. I want to hear every moan and every sucking noise and I want to hear you tell me how lucky you are to have the opportunity to be giving me head”.
He blushes deeply and looks down at his dishevelled clothes and straining cock, embarrassed about his physical appearance and humiliated at the thought of someone knocking on the door or hearing his moans. He looks back up at me, flushed with a single tear running from his beautiful long lashed brown eyes.
“What are you waiting for, darling? I've told you to go down on me now get to it”.
He shuffles forward on his knees and I laugh as I see his cock bouncing and desperate. I raise my skirt ever so slightly and push his head upwards, so that the skirt is partially covering it.
He begins by kissing the tops of the stockings, breathing heavily and wanting the feel of my thighs trapping his head in place. He's taking too long about this! I pull back and pull his head up by his hair and look deep into his eyes.
“This isn't romance, pretty boy, this is fucking. I don't need the warm-up foreplay, fluffy, nice and slow crap you use on your girlfriends. You're here to give me what I want and I want you to fuck me with your tongue. Are you going to do it right, or am I going to have to leave you here, with your trousers down and that ridiculous cock wilting until some cleaner finds you?”
He promises to do what I ask and sits back on his knees, waiting for my approval to begin again.
His head rocks back with the very loud and hard slap I plant across his already flushed cheeks and he yelps. “Pay attention bitch” I say quietly. “Go down, make it hard and make it fast, I haven't got time to hang around waiting for the usual mediocre orgasms you claim to be so good at giving women. I want to be out of here in 5 mins flat as I have a date. I want to be satisfied thoroughly before I leave. Think of yourself as my human vibrator – quick, convenient and easily replaced”
Nodding and blushing he moves forward again, ready to begin. I gentle run my fingers through his hair, making him tremble and moan and quickly pull his head forward towards my clit.
There's no more ridiculous romantic kissing now. He knows what he has to do and he goes to it in earnest. Flicking, sucking, licking as hard and as fast as he possibly can, the effort is making him sweat and he responds to my excitement by moaning louder and louder as he services me. His cock looks ready to explode and his body is shaking and straining with the effort or remaining in the correct position, without the support of his hands. My head is swimming as I try to maintain a sense of equilibrium, whilst exploding orgasm, after orgasm, coming and coming all over his face, pulling his head harder into my crotch as I scream.
Panting and looking more than a bit dishevelled myself, I haul myself up and straighten my clothes. He's at my feet, panting and gasping, cock still straining and twitching.
Looking at my watch I say “Excellent work my slut – 5 minutes exactly.” And step over him, opening the door and stepping out to reapply my make up. I look in the mirror and can see that behind me, the poor thing is slumped on the toilet floor, still as hard as before. I laugh as someone starts to open the main door to the bathrooms and he scrabbles around in an attempt to hide himself.
“Darling, right on time. I'm almost ready to go” I say as my boyfriend comes into the bathroom and kisses me on the neck.
The boyfriend looks at the poor slutboy scrabbling on the floor, unable to untie himself, humiliated to be seen by another man whilst in this vulnerable position. “Time for a quick one before we go?” my boyfriend asks.
“Why not?” I say grinning.
The boyfriend looks at the poor slutboy and walks over, undoing his zip…
Daddy Damn It
Isn't it incredible how the smallest most inoccuous of sentences leave you feeling flushed, fidgetty and frustrated?
I've been for a walk, I'm eating my lunch and for some reason after using the word 'Daddy' earlier this morning, I can't seem to get the idea of a fantasy out of my head, so I thought I'd share it with y'all in a attempt to exorcise it.
A friend loaned my a book some months ago with lesbian fantasy stories in it. Now I'm not one for these normally, but there was one or two stories that definitely got me all het up and they were about Daddies...ahem.
So this obscure fantasy of mine comes to you courtesy of someone who loaned the book who shall remain nameless (but knows who they are) and an author whose name I can't recall.
It might sound a bit disjointed, but hey, this is the world of fantasy and tends to hop around a bit.
A girl comes to me, in my house, after having some prior get to know you meetings where she has expressed the wish to be 'abused' by her 'Daddy'. I'm still my usual feminine but not quite girly-self (I'm wearing a dress) in this fantasy, but I am The Daddy LOL.
We sit, chat, drink and I suggest that she might want to take a bath as she's had a long sticky journey to come and see me. I lead her to the bathroom and all prepare is a large bubble bath complete with candles and leave her to it, watching her get undressed (through the open door), tying her hair in pigtails and clamber slowly into the bath, wincing because the water's just that bit too hot.
As she adjusts to the temperature, she leans her head back in the bath and closes her eyes. I let her meditate in the hot, fragrant water for about 5 minutes, before I step into the bathroom.
Stroking her hair until it's wet I start to shampoo and rinse it gently, tilting her head back in the water, rinsing, washing, then tilting back again. She keeps her eyes closed and murmurs "Thank you daddy". All very cozy.
As she's drifting and I'm rinsing, I grab her throat and push her under the water, making her struggle up, coughing and spluttering, make up running and asking in indignation "why? why did you do that Daddy? I've been a good girl!" I just laugh and tell her to relax, it's just a game.
So she does, lying back, eyes closed (opening every so often to keep an eye on me) but eventually relaxing again.
My hands keep stroking the hair clean, and very very slowly work their way down her body. She writhes and mutters "stop it Daddy, it's too rude, stop it, it's too nice, I'm sorry Daddy, I didn't mean to upset you".
She'as complaining, but she isn't moving away and her eyes are still closed and she starts breathing heavily.
I slap a wet face cloth over her mouth and her eyes slam open and look straight at me. A large strap automatically raises up and around her neck, whilst I hold the facecloth over her mouth and then further straps appear and tie her wrists to the sides of the bath.
She starts kicking and squealing but can't go anywhere. I tell her to be quiet. If she was really sorry for upsetting Daddy, she would have to show me how sorry. She nods (as best as she can with her head bent back over the edge o the bath and her neck strapped), tears and bath water, obscuring her make up further.
I tell her she has to kiss Daddy a lot to make me forgive her.
She nods.
I reach over to the sink and pick up a straight edged razor. Showing her the razor, I tell her that if she makes too much noise, I'll cut her tongue out.
She nods.
Satisfied, I walk round to the back of the bath and lift my dress. I tell her to kiss Daddy's 'cock' (my clit) and lower myself over her head. She kisses and sucks whilst she cries and whimpers, her hands straining against the restraints as she wants to touch herself.
"What do you say?"
"I'm sorry Daddy, I love you. I love to suck your cock Daddy, I'm sorry, I'm dirty. I can't help it. Help me get better Daddy, I trust you"
I push myself down harder on her mouth and she licks and sucks harder, maoning louder and louder.
I pull back suddenly, despite my excitement and show her the razor "Be quiet. You know what will happen"
She nods and I lower myself on her mouth again.
"Do you love Daddy?" I ask.
"Mmmmf mffff!" she mumbles
"How much?"
"Mmmffff!" and she tries to show me how much by pulling her hands outwards against the restraints.
"Daddy wants to give you a present sweetie. You like presents don't you?"
"Mmmmf!"
"If I give you this present, you have to promise to eat all of it sweetie, will you do that for Daddy?"
"Mmmf!"
"Good girl"
So riding away on her mouth as she sucks and licks me to orgasm, I tell her "Open wide my darling, here's your present"
"MMMMMFFFFFF!!!!!"
I gush in her mouth and hold her nose, forcing her to swallow it.
I step off and away from her and the restraints disappear into the bath, leaving her panting and gasping.
I get down on one knee beside the bath, brush her damp hair away from her face. Kiss her forehead and whisper "Who's Daddy's good little girl?" in her ear.
I stand up, walk to the front room and sit down with a nice glass of red, grinning and she huddles in the chilling water of the bath and plays with herself, looking at the straight razor resting in the soapdish...
I've been for a walk, I'm eating my lunch and for some reason after using the word 'Daddy' earlier this morning, I can't seem to get the idea of a fantasy out of my head, so I thought I'd share it with y'all in a attempt to exorcise it.
A friend loaned my a book some months ago with lesbian fantasy stories in it. Now I'm not one for these normally, but there was one or two stories that definitely got me all het up and they were about Daddies...ahem.
So this obscure fantasy of mine comes to you courtesy of someone who loaned the book who shall remain nameless (but knows who they are) and an author whose name I can't recall.
It might sound a bit disjointed, but hey, this is the world of fantasy and tends to hop around a bit.
A girl comes to me, in my house, after having some prior get to know you meetings where she has expressed the wish to be 'abused' by her 'Daddy'. I'm still my usual feminine but not quite girly-self (I'm wearing a dress) in this fantasy, but I am The Daddy LOL.
We sit, chat, drink and I suggest that she might want to take a bath as she's had a long sticky journey to come and see me. I lead her to the bathroom and all prepare is a large bubble bath complete with candles and leave her to it, watching her get undressed (through the open door), tying her hair in pigtails and clamber slowly into the bath, wincing because the water's just that bit too hot.
As she adjusts to the temperature, she leans her head back in the bath and closes her eyes. I let her meditate in the hot, fragrant water for about 5 minutes, before I step into the bathroom.
Stroking her hair until it's wet I start to shampoo and rinse it gently, tilting her head back in the water, rinsing, washing, then tilting back again. She keeps her eyes closed and murmurs "Thank you daddy". All very cozy.
As she's drifting and I'm rinsing, I grab her throat and push her under the water, making her struggle up, coughing and spluttering, make up running and asking in indignation "why? why did you do that Daddy? I've been a good girl!" I just laugh and tell her to relax, it's just a game.
So she does, lying back, eyes closed (opening every so often to keep an eye on me) but eventually relaxing again.
My hands keep stroking the hair clean, and very very slowly work their way down her body. She writhes and mutters "stop it Daddy, it's too rude, stop it, it's too nice, I'm sorry Daddy, I didn't mean to upset you".
She'as complaining, but she isn't moving away and her eyes are still closed and she starts breathing heavily.
I slap a wet face cloth over her mouth and her eyes slam open and look straight at me. A large strap automatically raises up and around her neck, whilst I hold the facecloth over her mouth and then further straps appear and tie her wrists to the sides of the bath.
She starts kicking and squealing but can't go anywhere. I tell her to be quiet. If she was really sorry for upsetting Daddy, she would have to show me how sorry. She nods (as best as she can with her head bent back over the edge o the bath and her neck strapped), tears and bath water, obscuring her make up further.
I tell her she has to kiss Daddy a lot to make me forgive her.
She nods.
I reach over to the sink and pick up a straight edged razor. Showing her the razor, I tell her that if she makes too much noise, I'll cut her tongue out.
She nods.
Satisfied, I walk round to the back of the bath and lift my dress. I tell her to kiss Daddy's 'cock' (my clit) and lower myself over her head. She kisses and sucks whilst she cries and whimpers, her hands straining against the restraints as she wants to touch herself.
"What do you say?"
"I'm sorry Daddy, I love you. I love to suck your cock Daddy, I'm sorry, I'm dirty. I can't help it. Help me get better Daddy, I trust you"
I push myself down harder on her mouth and she licks and sucks harder, maoning louder and louder.
I pull back suddenly, despite my excitement and show her the razor "Be quiet. You know what will happen"
She nods and I lower myself on her mouth again.
"Do you love Daddy?" I ask.
"Mmmmf mffff!" she mumbles
"How much?"
"Mmmffff!" and she tries to show me how much by pulling her hands outwards against the restraints.
"Daddy wants to give you a present sweetie. You like presents don't you?"
"Mmmmf!"
"If I give you this present, you have to promise to eat all of it sweetie, will you do that for Daddy?"
"Mmmf!"
"Good girl"
So riding away on her mouth as she sucks and licks me to orgasm, I tell her "Open wide my darling, here's your present"
"MMMMMFFFFFF!!!!!"
I gush in her mouth and hold her nose, forcing her to swallow it.
I step off and away from her and the restraints disappear into the bath, leaving her panting and gasping.
I get down on one knee beside the bath, brush her damp hair away from her face. Kiss her forehead and whisper "Who's Daddy's good little girl?" in her ear.
I stand up, walk to the front room and sit down with a nice glass of red, grinning and she huddles in the chilling water of the bath and plays with herself, looking at the straight razor resting in the soapdish...
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