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i hope that all subs out there can be happy for me today. Today is the day and date that have changed my life. Two things have happened to me today, and a fortnight today will be the third that makes the well known saying “Three tries for a Welshman.” i am a Welshman, but i’m also a fuck-boy. Let me introduce myself, and in doing so, hopefully the reason for my euphoria will become clear.

As a soon to be 30 newly qualified teacher (NQT), i was told today that i will be kept on next year as a permanent member of the staff of the small Junior school where i teach in south Wales. In a fortnight, i will have completed my probationary year, and can call myself a fully qualified teacher. i was told this news today by my mentor, the deputy head teacher at a staff meeting at morning break. My mentor also happens to be my Mistress, and when i got home from school this afternoon, there was a text message on my mobile telling me that She had decided to put our relationship on a more formal footing. In effect, i was told that i now belong to Her. I have a fortnight to “mull things over” as Her text put it. Now any teacher will tell you that a fortnight consists of fourteen days. i needed one point four nano-seconds to make up my mind. i’ve always been a fast muller. i respectfully texted Her back and asked permission to enter into Her Presence. My orders came back almost immediately, and i have just returned home after a session which i will describe later. Let me tell you how i found myself in my present position.

i left school with seven grade A GCSE passes and three A levels in Welsh (A); History (B) and Music (C). i could not get into University with these grades, so i joined the National Westminster Bank, where i spent almost six miserable years trying to get my till book to balance. Eventually the penny dropped. Banking was not for me. The only good thing to have come out of my time there was a realisation that i earned enough money to pay a two-monthly visit to a very strict pro-Dom who broke me in gently at first, but with increasing severity. By the time i had decided to quit and study for a degree as a mature student, i considered myself to be a genuine sub pain slut. How little i knew!

My four years in Uni. (3 as an under-grad. 1 post grad to get my teaching certificate) saw me almost permanently broke and unable to afford a good spanking. But good fortune was just around the corner. On my second teaching practice, i was sent to a small village Junior school, where i taught year 5 in the deputy head teacher’s class. From the moment that i saw Her, i was under Her spell, although i did not know, of course that this magnificent Woman held my destiny in Her hands.

Miss Bowen, as i was told to address Her, gave me a hard-on every time She spoke to me. i don’t think that i mentioned that i have a preference for mature Women, and that is exactly what She was! i judged Her to be about 45 - 50. She is in fact going to be 59 in December. Her gorgeous red hair is shoulder length and i have been given permission to describe Her figure as “remarkable for a Woman of Her age”. Her full lips are always immaculately lipsticked a bright scarlet, which together with Her pale blue eye shadow above Her sparkling blue eyes have the ability to make me want to give myself to Her completely. During a staff night out, i mentioned that the gap between Her two front teeth brought to mind Chaucer’s Wife of Bath, but unfortunately, She knew the story as well as i did, and i had forgotten that this character was a wanton slut who had been married five times! However, nothing was said at the time, although much later on, Her retribution was both harsh and lengthy.

i settled down into my teaching practice well, even if i say it myself. i worked hard and took every opportunity to ask Miss Bowen’s advice, usually spending a delicious half-hour of the dinner break in Her company whilst She pointed out shortcomings in my written teaching plans and/or my practical lessons. my twelve weeks sped by, and during the last but one week there, the then deputy head teacher, the only man permanently on the staff was appointed as head teacher at a school several miles away, leaving a vacancy where i was. i asked Miss Bowen if She thought that i had any chance if i applied for the job when it was advertised, and to my delight, She told me that by the time that came about, She hoped to have secured the deputy headship for Herself. If that was to be the case, i was told, She would put in a strong case for my appointment. i left the school at the end of my teaching practice and for the rest of my year in college, which included another teaching practice at a huge Primary school in Swansea, (alas, no-one at all similar to Miss Bowen on the staff.) i went back to my campus flat one night to find a letter informing me that a job was to be advertised at a certain school. The letter contained an application form, and having filled it in, i eventually got an interview where once again the sight of Miss Bowen gave me an almost painful hard-on. Despite this, i got the job, and started in the school in September. To my delight, Miss Bowen, true to Her word and now the deputy head teacher became my mentor. All NQT’s have a mentor during their first, probationary year, but i bet not many NQT’s go home and wank themselves sore thinking about serving their mentor as i did!

The beginning of my life change began at the time of the staff Christmas party, which we celebrated at a vey nice country club a fortnight before the end of term. i have never been much of a drinker, and i was determined to be on my best behaviour in front of my new colleagues. Apart from one Female teacher who is younger than I am, all my colleagues are either about my age or younger. Having replaced the only male member of staff, i found myself in great demand when the cabaret had finished and the dancing started. i hoped to be able to dance with Miss Bowen, but She rebuffed my offer with a scornful look, and returned to Her task of trying to drain the establishment dry of brandy and soda.On my return to our table, i needed to pee and it so happened that i was on my way out at the same time as Miss Bowen. i opened the door to the foyer and She went out without acknowleging me. Forgetting my throbbing bladder, i followed her outside, and by the time i got outside, She was smoking, something that She never did in school. As She caught me looking at Her, She licked Her still perfectly lipsticked lips before sucking deeply on her cigarette and exhaling the smoke distainfully in my direction through her nostrils. i know that the sight gave me such a thrill that i actually grabbed hold of my prick because i thought that such a sight had made me cum in my pants. i hadn’t, but my action hadn’t been missed either, and i caught Miss Bowen’s thoughtful enigmatic smile as She turned away to finish Her smoke in peace. i went back in to piss, but ended up in the cubicle wanking furiously. By the time i got back inside, Miss Bowen was seated again and as i sat down, She said quietly, “I hope you washed your hands, young man!” i blushed furiously, and even though the room was too dark for Her to see my discomfort, i knew that She knew what i had been doing.

Eventually it was time to go home. Most of my colleagues were drunk to a greater or lesser degree. As i stood in the carpark waiting for the mini-bus i couldn’t say that i was looking forward to the journey home. Three quarters of an hour in a cold, smelly mini-bus (the only one that was available due to the fact that we had left the arrangements for the staff Christmas night out too late) did not appeal. And now they were all in the toilet together. Why do some Women take so long to have a piss and get their coats, i remember thinking to myself.

Suddenly i was aware of Miss Bowen standing next to me. She winked at me and slurred, “Give us a kiss!” i was terrified! i wanted nothing more than to take her in my arms and taste Her. i wanted Her to fuck my mouth with Her tongue. But could i trust myself to be content with such a kiss? Might i not try and touch Her beautiful tits, or rub my throbbing prick into her cunt area. i decided that i couldn’t trust myself, and gave Her a chaste peck at the corner of Her mouth, daring to slip my tongue against those beautiful lips. As i pulled away, i realised that She was quite drunk, and had not, as i had hoped, fancied Her chances with me.

The journey home was as bad as i’d feared and not even a pre-sleep wank as i struggled to recall every detail of our “kiss” was really satisfactory. Following an almost sleepless night, i got up on Saturday determined to put things right. By ten o’clock i was knocking at Miss Bowen’s door. She answered, looking every inch as if She had gone to bed at ten not having drunk a drop.

“Oh, it’s you,” She said before i had a chance to open my mouth. “I wondered how long it would take you to come around. Come in. I have visitors at the moment, but they are on the point of leaving. Don’t mention last night until they’ve gone.” She turned on Her heel and went inside, leaving me to follow Her into the sitting room of Her small semi-detached house.

i was greeted by the sight of a young lady standing with her back to me in the far corner of the room. Seated on the leather settee was, to my surprise, the head mistress of the Infant school that fed our Junior school. The fact that this Woman lived openly as a lesbian with a much younger companion was testament to Her ability as a teacher to overcome the prejudices that still remain, i fear, in many small Welsh communities. The attitude of calling Her names behind Her back, but being perfectly charming to Her face is still widespread. Anyway, i must have shown my shock, because Miss Bowen clicked Her fingers at me and pointed to a small armchair without a word. i sat as directed listening to Her say “This is ieuan, Nancy. he joined the staff in September when Martyn left. I have mentioned him, haven’t I?”

Nancy Simpson’s “Oh yes!” spoke volumes, i thought, as she got to Her feet and embraced Miss Bowen warmly. “We’ll see you soon, Myra,” She said and turning to the young lady Her voice changed. “Come along, Susan! Don’t dawdle, you slovenly girl!” They went out and as Miss Bowen returned alone i got to my feet.

“i want to appologise for last night,” i began, rushing the words out before i became too frightened to carry on. “i realise that what i am about to say may well be the end of my career not only in the school, but as a teacher altogether. You see…”

“Shut up and sit down,” commanded Miss Bowen in a voice that i had never heard before, but which i have come to love. “You are a submissive who wanks at the thought of me. I know, I’ve smelled the spunk on you. Aren’t you lucky that I am a Dominant Bitch who is looking for a fuck-boy. You will be that fuck-boy, and I amgoing to train you to my satisfaction. You subs are all the same with your pathetic wanking and worshipping glances. At least you passed the test last night. If you’d come anywhere near me with that stiff prick last night, I’d have ripped it off and chocked you with it!”

“Now listen. This is how we are going to do things from now on!”

i sat and listened for almost an hour. Then as ordered i stripped naked and pulled at my prick until it stood stiff and proud away from my flat stomach. Miss Bowen reached over and cupped my balls in Her hands. She looked at me and squeezed gently, causing me to squirm uncomfortably.

“These are fucking pathetic,” She said disdainfully. “How many times a week do you wank?” She continued, tugging hard at my balls when i did not answer quickly enough.

“At least once a day, Mistress,” i said eventually, causing Her to twist and sqeeze my balls really hard.

“I didn’t give you permission to call me Mistress,” she said quietly. “I think that whenever you are in My Presence from now on, you will adddress Me as Aunt Myra. I am about to become your strict Aunt, and believe you me, I’ll punish you if you don’t come up to my expectations!”

i thanked Aunt Myra and following Her instructions to give Her details of my life as a sub, She pushed me away and settled down to listen. It took all of ten minutes, at the end of which, Aunt Myra stood up and beckoned for me to follow Her. We went into Her study where She presented me with a set of rules, which i read and immediately agrreed to. These are my ten commandments, and i’ll post them up at a future date. Aunt Myra has told me that any Dom who wishes to add to my list of commandments is welcome to do so.

As i come to the end of my first effort, i need to report that this year has flown, not only in the classroom, but in the bedroom too! Aunt Myra has been very patient with me, building up my ability to take the cane, Her slipper, the crop and a very nasty wooden paddle. My nipples are regularly clamped and Aunt Myra is working to stretch them with a view to putting rings in them. She has also mentioned locking my prick to my balls via two hoops, one through my prick head and the other in my taint. When i asked what my taint was, She replied that it is the area behind my balls and in front of my arsehole. As She so daintily put it, “It’s called a taint because it ain’t cock and balls and it ain’t arsehole!” i look forward to being locked up for Her.

Talking about arseholes, i cannot finish without mentioning the special treatment that i am so lucky to receive from Aunt Myra. As well as keeping my arse cheeks well bruised and striped, Aunt Myra is training me to be a proper fuck-boy. i have graduated from butt beads and butt plugs to being the recipiant of Aunt’s vibrating dildo. i am, of course, forbidden to wank as and when i please now, and when i am milked either on orders from Her or by Aunt Myra Herself, my spunk always ends up in the same place - in my mouth. my preferred method of tasting my own spunk is either to lap it out of Aunt Myra’s glistening and freshly fucked cunt, or to open my mouth and accept it as She dribbls it from Her mouth into mine. Such treats need to be paid for, of course, and i am inevitably dismissed from Her Presence with a plugged arsehole and throbbing cheeks.

But i love Her for deigning to punish me, i cannot wait for the long sumer holidays, when “by coincidence” Miss Bowen and i have both booked a visit to the U S of A. i am hoping that the land of the free does not include owned slaves, because this one just doesn’t want to be free!

Deepest thanks to Aunt Myra for Her patience, strictness and training. i go to bed, Aunt Myra, plugged and gagged as ordered, and the taste and aroma of You fills my unworthy mouth and nostrils as i drift off into sleep with only You on my mind.

Nos da Aunt Myra.

fuck-boy ieuan

Cherida a hotwife from London writes in.

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Having stumbled across this site and read a few of the true stories I felt compelled to write myself. I am in my early 50s and am happily married with a grown up family now moved out of the house and living on their own. This transition has opened up our lives too, which has happened over the last couple of years or so.

In the early years of marriage we were very compatible, adventurous even and rather spontaneous which all made for a happy life, kids come along and things have to change a bit. Husband worked hard and I did too once the kids were old enough. Now though, we have a new found freedom and a lot more experience. We had an unspoken about but known sense that each of us had from time to time had the odd dalliance with someone, nothing serious just the satisfying of lust, for me it had been with 2 different bosses. For my husband it was with a colleague or two, I have never bothered to enquire. For me the experiences were developed and enhanced from working in a fairly male dominated environment which has led me to hold my own in a firm and assertive way. This has I suppose filtered through into my private life gradually over the years and it was on an early occasion about 2 years ago while enjoying our new found freedom that I discovered that my assertiveness turned my husband on, one thing has led to another and the assertiveness has developed into dominance.

Having set the general scene of our progression I’ll skip the detail of the last 18 months, though there have been some fun and interesting moments along the way and move onto the more recent and the now. My husband is an exec in a large organisation, he travels a lot and so we spend time apart. Modern technology being what it is we now keep in touch via the internet and skype video phone while he is away, we have two separate accounts so that we can contact each other with his being on his laptop and voice only via his mobile, little techy that he is.

About three maybe four months ago, while in my dominatrix mode I had him search the internet for a suitable companion to visit me while he was away. We met 3 guys in all, after some suitable vetting each came in turn to the house to meet me. During these meets it was my husbands task to be available, to be seen but not heard. For one of our guests this was all too much to handle and quickly left. The reality was more than his fantasy thoughts could deal with….. wimp. The second and third were much more up to speed and relished in the whole scenario. On each occasion my husband waited upon us and observed, assisted when required to and sat quietly in the corner when told to. nothing much happened at these first meetings safe to say we satisfied ourselves that we wanted more.

After the first meetings I discussed each of the two potential companions with my husband, when I say discussed, it was more a case of me telling him how I felt about them and what I really desired, making him agree to allowing me to indulge in my fantasies as and when I choose.

SO it was another business trip was coming up and off he went, only to Europe this time and only for 2 days and a scheduled 1 night stop over. I decreed that he should stay an extra night and use the time to go shopping and buy me something interesting. It was a Thursday morning when he left, I had intercepted his bag before he left leaving him a note and a pair of my panties on top in the hope that he would be stopped at airport security, he wasn’t but the fun was there anyway. The note told him to make sure he was online at 8 pm london time.

Bang on time, he was there. I am sure his anticipation was high but all I did was tease and chat telling him to make sure he was online same time tomorrow. I have learnt that anticipation is wonderful tool and can create the most erotic of thoughts and fantasies merely by creating the time delay.

The next evening exactly on time there he was, online and eager to please. I soon let him see that I had arranged for companion No.1 to come over. For the next two hours I made him sit in his hotel room with a book on his head and his hands on his knees, thus rendering him unable to move. The deal was that if he did move and or the book fell off I would shut the connection down. He did manage to sit there motionless and watch as I played and enjoyed being played with, again and again. For me the thrill was more than twice the fun as I had my husband gagging for me more than 2000 miles away, while I had a stallion of a young man fucking me in every way he could think of and all the while we were on screen.

The culmination for my husband that evening was my stallion man bringing the camera in very close between my legs so my husband could see me all wet and sticky with cum having been well used. Then a lovely finishing shot while I had my mouth full and garbling the words good night to him.

The next morning I had a flurry of text messages from my husband telling me how he was gagging to get home and wild horses wouldn’t be able too hold him back. oooooooou how lovely I thought after 30 years of marriage, though I had other ideas. As he was boarding the plane I sent him a text thinking he would either get it before the flight took off and then suffer all through the flight or get it upon arrival and feel the power of my restraining him. I told him that before he came home he had to go to a car park quite near our house and call me on my mobile, thus not knowing where I was. This returning from a business trip being a regular thing I knew barring delays, within half an hour exactly what time to expect him. Right on time he called, I let the phone ring a few times and then answered. I didn’t say anything, I just let him listen. It didn’t take him long to realise that I was with our companion friend number 2. He listened without saying anything. Then I told him to go home, come up to our bedroom and wait for me.

He did exactly as I told him to, he got home and was in our bedroom in a flash. True to my word he waited for me, and he waited ……….as Mr. bull companion and I fucked and played on the bed in front of him. While we did so I gave him the odd command which led him to stand there naked, with I must say a very hard and impressive cock as I had seen in ages. Mr Bull and I continued our fornication and he too ended in shooting his load and filling me with his own massive orgasm. Then pulling back I laid spread out on the bed, head propped on the pillows and then let my husband come closer and closer and watch as our friends cum dripped and dribbled out of me. Standing alongside the bed I was able to reach out and grab his hard cock all wet and slippy itself from the amount of precum of his anticipation. As I squeezed him I told him to clean me. He hesitated having never done it before, but a harder squeeze reassured him that his cock was going nowhere unless he did. Once he had done an adequate job, I stopped him. As i wanted there to be some cum for him to have to fuck me through. I talked to him and told him so which raised his erotic thoughts to new heights, while watching his face contort with excitement as I talked to him. “Though one last thing, before you push your cock into me” I said and having prearranged it, “you need to clean his cock first”.

What a wonderful sight that was, seeing him poised on all fours hovering over me desperately wanting to thrust his cock into me through all this hot slippery spunk but poleaxed by the thought of having to lick, suck and clean the cock that did it. His face inches away from mine was now separated by a slightly limp but by no means incapable cock covered in cum and my own juices. “Clean!” I said as I pushed myself up to meet his cock, “or no fuck for you”

In a frenzied moment he licked and sucked and plunged into me gasping, moaning and cumming all at the same time…… best cum he’d ever had he was to tell me later. Though having cum so quickly I had the opportunity to make use of the not so in capable limp cock which soon became very hard again and managed to fill me a second time, necessitating in a complete repeat performance and so completing a new way to end a business trip.

Now my husband gets off on watching me being fucked and with our 2 special friends, who have now both met each other as well, which created a very special evening for me we all have a lot of fun. I make my husband go and watch us on his computer, as if he is watching a porn movie. then when we are all done and guests have gone I let him come to me and he has to serve me and tend me, which has further developed into me now punishing him with a riding crop for allowing me to do it, before letting him lick me clean.

It always leads to me enjoying him fuck me too as he has the most intense cums which ultimately please me no end knowing that I have controlled and created them.

Quite where this will all lead I am not sure but the journey is a very erotic one, a wonderful learning curve and an immense stimulant. I have grown to love putting the red lines across his ass.

Submitted by: Cherida - UK

Hi everybody, my name is Melanie, I’m 31 years old and from England, that’s England as in the UK. I’m a dyed blonde, slim, (one of my pastimes is jogging) and I’m 5 foot 9 inches tall in UK measurements, that’s quite tall. I’ve been happily married to my husband Tom for seven years and we have no children – yet. By that I mean I might, but he unfortunately won’t.

The two big differences between Tom and I are that he has a very low sex drive and mine is very high. The other difference is that he is a complete wimp and submissive and I’m dominant. Until recently that was a big problem for me, but not anymore. We used to argue a lot and fight but now there are no problems anymore. There are only two rules in our house; when I click my fingers he kneels and is silent and when I speak he instantly obeys me. It’s saved our marriage and made us both happy.

I’ve always suspected Tom was submissive and weak. Some of my dirty laundry used to go missing for a day or so, (he liked smelling my dirty sperm stained panties). I have had affairs throughout our marriage and just by coincidence, whenever I came back home after sex, (I rarely insist on a condom, I’m on the pill) and put my stained panties in the laundry basket, they’d disappear for a while. Recently after a big argument, he stormed out to work and forgot to log off of his computer. Surprise, surprise, his computer was full of dominatrix and cuckold sites. I had a good look through, liked what I saw and decided that was the way we should be.

That evening, I dressed up in a mini skirt, no knickers, high heels and a white blouse. We sat down, he was still sulking, (but not for long), had dinner and I told him I had something to say. I asked him to come over to me and when he was standing right in front of me I told him the marriage wasn’t working and did he want to try it my way? He said, “what way is that”? I said, “the way we both really want it to be”. You could see in his face he looked sort of hoping. I stood up, pulled up my skirt to my waist and sat back down again and opened my legs. I don’t shave and although I’m dyed blonde, between my legs I’m naturally dark and quite bushy. I looked up at him, he sort of swallowed a bit and I clicked my fingers and said, “Kneel before me, I’m serious”. He did, with no argument and no having to repeat myself. I pressed his face against my fanny, told him I loved him but also told him about the way life was going to be from now on. I could say we discussed it, but we didn’t. I spoke and he listened and was only allowed to answer my questions. It turns out he knew I was having affairs, (he didn’t mind at all), owned up to licking and sniffing my stained panties when another man had come inside me and wanted to worship me but didn’t know how to say it to me for all the time we’d been married! I explained my two rules to him, the ‘clicking my fingers’ and ‘speaking’. We decided on my new private name, ‘Angel’, it goes well with being worshipped and the one for him? ‘You’, as in, hey you come here!

I finished off that evening by squatting over his face and slowly peeing in his open mouth, like a toilet. While I was doing that I told him his erect 4½” cock was no longer any use to me but that I would occasionally wank him off if he was lucky. I told him about my latest affair, George from my part time work. I didn’t miss out any details. The 10” cock, (lucky me), twice a week after work in the back of his car and letting him always finish inside me. Tom was OK with everything I said and I told him he’d be meeting George soon. When he asked why, I told him our bed was more comfortable and I’d let him watch me being raped. Tom isn’t bi or gay, but he could help by holding my legs open, cleaning up the sticky mess afterwards and bringing us cups of coffee and stuff like that. He was a bit hesitant at that, but a quick hard slap on his face and a click of my fingers made everything OK. Yes, Tom got a wank that night from me and as an extra treat, I masturbated myself and came in his mouth.

Our marriage is now perfect; in public we’re Mr and Mrs, in private my word is obeyed instantly. I’ve toilet trained Tom as well. We have an upstairs bathroom, why walk all the way up the stairs when I can use Tom as my toilet. Even having a poo is different. He wipes me with a tissue and then cleans anything remaining up perfectly with his tongue.

Since this letter, George has visited us at home several times. He found it odd at first but now doesn’t mind. Tom just calls him ‘Sir’, but they both get on OK, even though we both humiliate Tom a bit. We all enjoy it. The problem now is I want to be pregnant, without George knowing, but having to order Tom to agree and having to deceive George about me taking the contraceptive pill. Even an Angel like me has everyday problems.

If you want me to go on and tell you about me trying to get pregnant and about my life, I’m happy to do so.

Submitted by: Melanie - UK

My first blog so here goes: My girlfriend now wife have been together for over 20 yrs, we touched on latex fetishwear kinks in the early days, then with the changes in life that family and work commitments create, settled down to a vanilla marriage which suited us perfectly at the time. About 2yrs ago my wife began to show her domme side, normally in foreplay by squeezing my balls, or digging her nails into my cock and balls, forcing me to “go downtown” (which i love!). Sometimes I would resist on purpose which resulted in her squeezing my throat in her forearm or pulling into position by my hair, and then more recently slapping my face. Whilst in one of these initial sessions I asked her what should I call her, to which she replied “Mistress”. This idea of having a domme wife had been in the back of my mind as a fantasy, but I never imagined it could lead to this.

I discovered what my kind, well brought up and sweet wife was really like. I’m unsure what the catalyst was, but I think it started in a particularly long pussy worshipping session. She named me pussyslave thereafter, and I worshipped her pussy and ass up to five times a night. She then specified that I was to pleasure her orally every morning. I started waking up before her and woke her up by pushing my head between her thighs. The morning routine then started to contain piss play after I mentioned to her that I was willing to take all of her fluids. As we have a doorless walk in shower she pissed on me for the first time after a long night of oral pleasuring. I tried to drink all of the warm yellow wine which to be honest was hard to keep up with the spurts shooting out of her fabulous pussy. I can remember shaking in anticipation and afterwards. We discussed using a funnel for the weekend session which we duly tried, God how humiliating, I remember her saying she could see the humility in my eyes as she straddled my naked body. We kept this body worship marathon up for 2 weeks before realising it was wearing us out and, especially as I was finishing work on the dot, driving home at breakneck speed to pleasure my mistress, now known as Mistress Dark. She started spanking me, slapping my face harder and more regular. Around the house I found myself doing more things for her and even letting her sit in my groove in the settee with the remote control!

I am a typical blokey guy, work in car trade, drive fast Japanese turbocharged sports car, like a beer with the lads etc, but for the first time ever found myself writing a 2 page letter to my my mistress telling her how I really felt about her since we had started experimenting with bdsm. I felt a bit soppy when I gave it to her, but her reaction surprised me. We discussed our marriage and found that we both were happier than ever before as we had made time for each other and she liked the idea of owning a slave and sextoy.

She told me about her kinks and for the first time ever went to a sex shop where she chose the films she liked. The bank account started to look empty as we purchased a collar and cuff set and leather spanker ,and after discussion, strap on x2, various pvc outfits for Mistress, thigh boots, butt plug with lockable harness and also cb3000 chastity device. I explained to her that I would show my commitment to her by wearing the cb3000, she said she liked the idea of me being locked in it with her as the keyholder and denying me orgasm gave her a greater level of power exchange. The first time I wore the “device” as we call it was for 1 day, then 3, now building up to 4, as I am currently in lockdown until Sunday. However it has not been without the odd chafage sore and cut but as Mistress says “practice makes perfect!” Most nights my slave uniform is a lockable collar with leash which Mistress has around her wrist and ankle and wrist cuffs which can be clipped together if she is trying to sleep and my hands are wandering!

We seem to have settled down to a less frantic pace with intense sessions most nights for 2 hours or so followed by body worship every morning unless Mistress is running late for work, we even managed to have a “Freaky Friday” off work together which was painful and pleasurable for all the right reasons. God how time flies when you’re bound and spanked!

Mistress seems to derive great pleasure in fucking me with her strap on, she looks magnificent with it on and I’m also called her “bitch” when she is in this sort of mood. Am now in training with plugs and lockable harnesses to allow her to penetrate me more and harder as she says the whole role reversal theme makes her feel even more powerful. She has made me suck her cock after using it in me and applied lipstick to me for this purpose when I asked her. I hoped she would feminise me completely to be her bitch on odd evenings, strange you may say for a blokey guy, I just find women’s clothes more exciting and the fabrics sexier, fetish pvc or mans denim jeans what would u choose! So far my transvestite kink is limited to bra, stockings and suspender belt which she bought me and boy do I feel a whore wearing it especially as she penetrates me.

We watch various porn trailers and clips together and she has started making me cum then smearing it on my face and wiping on my teeth normally followed by “go clean yourself up!”. In fact from an early part in our bdsm relationship if I came when I shouldn’t have I had to taste my bitter cum as I licked it up from whatever surface I had just defiled.

I find myself enjoying pleasing her non sexually too, most evenings I massage her and apply body lotion to her, normally followed by foot worship. In fact if I forget the lotion bottle normally gets flung on the bed to remind me of my place!

We know this sort of lifestyle may not suit everyone but don’t knock it until you have tried it. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my wife had such a domme side, our relationship is stronger than ever and agree no 3rd party involvement will keep it this way. With a family etc it is impractical to be domme/slave 24/7 but with racy text messages and discussing our next step/kinks it is easy to keep in the mode.

Our next steps may be to visit local fetish bazaar or even a fetish club,but we are really looking forward to a weekend away soon which I will post up ,the only problem is the suitcase with the kinky gear in is much bigger than the one with the normal clothes in!!

Hope you enjoyed my ramblings love Pussyslave-property of Mistress Dark xxx

As a mature man, I can’t say I completely understand why I still find pleasure in being a slave to women, but I have to confess that just the thought has always given me intense sexual arousal. I guess I have always felt awed in the presence of a pretty woman but never felt I knew how to please her. That is probably why I get the greatest arousal when a woman takes control and ownership of my body and through a regime of humiliation, rewards and punishments, instructs me on how she wants me to please her.

It is an unexplainable paradox for me that I feel the most manly when I am kneeling naked in front of a woman with my ass burning from the punishment she just gave me and I am kissing and caressing her feet in gratitude.

My question to the dominant women in the group is, what attracts you to be a dominant? Is it simply the power over men (or women), is it erotic, or is it something else? If you do find it sexually arousing, is it visual (like seeing a naked man in an awkward state of arousal or his bright red ass), sensual (enjoying the sub licking your toes or feeling him squirm on your lap as you paddle him) or again something else? Is the experience the same with female subs as it is with male subs?

Finally, what would you say, in your opinion, would be the attributes of the perfect male subordinate? What would be the scenario of the best short term session and for the best long term relationship with a male sub? Would it be different with a female sub?

Submitted by: Guy10

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Daniel goes to see his bank manager because he needs a loan for a new business selling sex toys. Manager Renata looks at his business plan but isn’t impressed. Daniel is desparate though and starts showing her the fantastic sex toys he is going to sell. He shows her a strap-on which he says is the best on the market and Renata’s eyes light up. She calls her assistant Natali in and then tells Daniel that if he can take the strap-on up his ass from both of them then she will give him the loan. As he is desperate he agrees and the girls strip him naked before getting him on all fours. Natali tries the strap-on first and Renata holds his asshole open as she slides it inside. The girls laugh as they take turns to fuck him. Natali finds a second strap-on in Daniel’s bag and they spit roast him while laughing their heads off. They then turn him over and Renata fucks him again while Natali wanks his cock until he spunks on her hand.

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SHE wraps the cling film around my body starting from the shoulders, leaving space for my nipples and then continuing down to my belly, encasing my arms in a silken cocoon. i am trapped, willingly.

SHE places clover clamps on my nipples and tugs on them briefly to ensure that they are firmly fixed. SHE pulls my foreskin outwards, stretching it out so that SHE can place a clothes peg on it, affectively trapping my penis and ensuring that any sign of an erection will be rewarded with pain.

But, at that point in time my pleasure/pain switch is still set to pleasure.

My legs are slapped apart and my testicles bound tightly with twine to which a weight is attached. Still there is no pain yet but a slight ache, a sign of things to come.

Then SHE orders me to kneel and lean over a low coffee table so that my unprotected anus is slightly raised. The clover clamps on my nipples press against the table, increasing the pain. But the pleasure/pain switch is still set to pleasure.

SHE stands in front of me so that i can see her pulling on a thick rubber glove over HER right hand. Once in place she pours a liberal amount of lubricant over it, massaging between the fingers and back of the hand. Then SHE comes to kneel down behind me. SHE stokes my anal opening with one well lubricated finger and the pleasure in intense. Slowly, she inserts a finger, i don’t know which one, into my anus and the bliss that hits my brain is amazing. SHE moves it in and out, massaging my sphincter; I am in heaven. SHE continues like this for a few minutes, reaching in to massage my prostrate and my penis responds accordingly. As it grows larger so does the pinch of the peg gripping my foreskin. But the pleasure/pain switch is still set to pleasure.

Then SHE slowly inserts another finger into me. i feel the stretch of the anal opening but it is still bliss. SHE pumps the fingers in and out of me more vigorously and i moan with pleasure. SHE runs the fingernails of HER free hand up and down the length of my penis, digging them into my balls. i want to tell HER how much i love HER, but have been instructed to remain silent. The pleasure/pain switch moves slightly towards pain. Then I feel HER inserting a third finger. I feel the stretch now and the switch moves ever closer to pain. But then i feel her inserting more lubricant over the fingers and into my body and I know that SHE loves me; worthless as I am.

I can barely feel HER inserting the fourth finger. SHE pauses, and uses more lubricant. Then slowly but steadily SHE pushes HER hand into my anus; stretching, stretching but not tearing, until HER hand is in all the way up to the last knuckles of HER hand. There is very little pleasure now as she stretches my anal opening. SHE pumps HER hand in and out with increasing speed and it is all i can do not to cry out.

Then, blissfully, SHE extracts HER hand slowly, leaving my tortured anus to slowly close up. There is no pleasure, the pain of the clamps and the pegs, but that is bearable. I close my eyes and rest my forehead against the table, only to feel something pushed against my mouth. It is my LADY’S riding crop. SHE has presents it to my mouth so that I might kiss it and I do so, readily, knowing full well what is to come.

SHE moves back behind me and positions HERSELF. I barely hear the swish as the crop descends on my buttocks. Again and again, five, seven, ten, eleven, fifteen, eighteen and then finally, gratefully, the twentieth time. Then it is over.

Now I am weeping openly with the pain. SHE presents the warm crop to my mouth for another kiss of gratitude. Then SHE helps to sit upright and shuffle backwards so that SHE can position HERSELF in front of me. There is HER beautiful cunt before my face, and I do not need to be told what to do……….

Submitted by: Stewart

I am kinky-there is no doubt about that. I was raped at age 13 and I know that has almost everything to do with why I am the way I am. To tell you the truth, Im not exactly upset about it either. My boyfriend is great! He is understanding and funny. I love every aspect of our relationship except his penis. He has to work very very hard to get me even close to orgasm. Thats why I love cucking him. I love the feeling of someone else inside me as he watches and squirms in his seat. Its one of the most satisfying feelings. And the best part-he loves to eat cum!

Submitted by: Mandy

I am 22 and recently introduced to Fem Dom by my boyfriend Bob. I love it! I never realised how Dom I am nor how important FD is to people generally. In my view FD in a relationship should be 24/7 and it’s not so much a game as a Statement. I am interested in putting Bob into some sort of chastity device. What is best for long term use? I imagine it does have some dangers - good! What are they?

Bob loves FD and he adores me. He gets very excited by our talk but gets scared when I really give it to him hard. I imagine most guys are like that? A lockable penis cage would make it easier for me to take control of him but what other ways do people suggest? I’m keen to show him up for what he is in public, not on the High Street but to friends and things. I soon discovered that he doesn’t enjoy that one little bit - so that’s interesting.

We went to a party last weekend and I wore a pretty revealing latex type outfit and he went in a sort of loincloth. He literally begged me not to make him go and I got really angry. Of course in the end he came; it was either that or “goodbye, its been fun knowing you”! It was a party where people did dress up but not quite like us and everybody saw it as “S&M”. The girl who was giving the party gave me her riding crop to complete my “look” and late on in the garage I used it on Bob in front of two of my friends and one of their boyfriends. The next day everybody knew about it because I had apparently done it “really really hard”. And I had. Bob was wincing as he got texts from his mates making jokes about it. Because he didn’t want to do it I found I got very wet and excited and ended up having sex with a guy I’d never met while Bob had to wait downstairs in his loin cloth and slashed arse until I was ready. That story is doing the rounds of my friends and it wont be long before his know. What they don’t know but maybe I’ll tell them, that I put a knot in the condom off the guy after he’d cum and back at my place I told Bob to swallow the contents. He seemed to find that! easier than being publicly exposed as a submissive which is very interesting. I’m already thinking of other ways to expose him. Anybody with any bright ideas?

Love Linda

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