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My name’s Dawn and I’m married to a guy called Sean. About a year ago he confessed to me that he’d always had fantasies of becoming a cuckold. I didn’t know what one was at first. Sean showed me some websites and videos he had of wives basically screwing around and treating their husband like shit. I thought he was mad and told him so. I was a bit upset really and felt a bit awkward around him after that.

Three months passed and we didn’t speak about it again until one night when I was out at a friends dinner party. The were about 30 or so people there and Sean was working late at the office and couldn’t come. There was this one guy who throughout the evening had been looking at across the room at me a lot. He was very good looking and it was my usual reaction to seem disinterested when a guy notices me as I am a married woman. But suddenly a memory popped into my head, I thought about Sean and how he really wanted me to get together with other guys. I laughed to myself and still found it hard to conceive, but instead of ignoring the guy, I exchanged glances and smiles with him. The night went on and eventually he approached me, I decided I would play a little game to see how far I would take it. We chatted, mostly small-talk and the drink flowed. He was called Daniel. He eventually asked me if I’d like to take a walk around the gardens. I accepted and we chatted some more taking in the cool night air. We stopped near a bench at the foot of the house grounds where it was very dark and sat down. It was then he leant over me and kissed me. I was feeling very brave from my alcohol consumption and a little turned-on by now. I returned his kiss with vigour. We sat snogging like teenagers, exploring each others mouths and entwining our tongues. This was very nice I thought, I hadn’t been kissed like that in a long time. His hands were all over me, reaching up my top and across my bra. I was literally tingling with delight.

I suddenly felt him stiffen and stop while holding my hand. He looked down and felt my third finger “Are you married?” he said. I didn’t know what to say and felt very embarrassed. “Yes” I replied but followed up quickly with a “But my husband is fine with all this!” He looked at me like I’d just asked him if I could shave his hair off and immediately withdrew. “I’m sorry, but this is not right.” he said. He got up and went back to the house. I was left feeling very stupid and I suddenly worried that he might go tell my friends. I gave it 5 minutes and went back to the party. I saw the host Karen and her husband. She seemed fine with me and even asked if I saw when Daniel went. I told her we were chatting but I didn’t know where he was now. I didn’t see him again that evening and left feeling a bit sick and nervous.

Over the next few weeks I thought long and hard about what had happened and began to feel fine about it, even glad that I did it. Me and Sean had another cuckold conversation, this time I was more responsive to what he was saying and I think he was shocked I was listening and taking it all in. He told me of a friend he once knew at college. He once went round to this friend’s parents house and was introduced to his Mum, his Dad and ‘Johnny’. Thinking Johnny was a family friend he thought nothing more of it. One night he stayed over at his friends house and noticed Johnny was there and as he understood was also staying the night. His Mum, Dad and Johnny had headed upstairs to bed about an hour before Sean and his friend decided to call it a night. Sean went upstairs and went into one of the guest bedrooms he thought he was staying in and was a little surprised to find his friends’ Dad asleep alone in the bed. Sean now thought he was going to have to have to sleep on the floor or couch or something as Johnny must have the other guest room. Sean was a little annoyed, he went to his friend’s room to ask what the hell was going on with the sleeping arrangements. He friend looked awkward and said “No it’s fine Sean, the other guest room is free…. Johnny’s in with Mum.” Well needless to say Sean spent the nearly the whole night grilling his friend about his parent’s ’situation’. His friend told him basically his Dad loved his Mum and wanted her to be happy more than anything in the world and part of that happiness meant being intimate with ‘other men’ rather than his Father.

After that night he found he was fascinated with the idea and made excuses to go round as often as possible. He became good friends with the parents and Johnny and loved the idea of their lifestyle. There were sometimes other men round and sometimes his friend’s Mum would go out without her husband and usually be picked up in a car outside by a stranger. Sometimes Sean would stay over and in the morning over breakfast, she would come in from a night out. I think they were glad Sean approved and wasn’t judgmental of their lifestyle.

He was very upset a couple of years later when they moved out of state and found he was often left thinking about them and having fantasies of his own based around their situation.

I listened to Sean intensely and found I was very feeling very worked up and flushed at this story myself. I chose not to tell him about the party and Daniel and we really left the conversation positively.

Over the next few months the thoughts were swimming around my head, I found I was masturbating more when Sean was at work. Feeling more sexy in general, thinking about men finding me attractive. I brought myself a few toys of the Internet and every so often I’d look at a cuckold forum, website or Yahoo group on the subject. There were wives posting messages to meet other guys. Sometimes there were husbands posting messages to ask men to come and have sex with their wives. I couldn’t believe how much of this was actually going on. I was starting to get into it and thinking about it more and more.

One night over dinner with Sean I brought the subject up. “So, this cuckold thing Sean? You’d be happy if I became more dominant in our relationship?” he looked at me with excitable eyes and nodded. “And you’d be happy for me to have sex with whoever I like?” again he nodded “You’d also be happy if I deprived you of sex in favor of other men?” He didn’t answer this time but had stopped eating and was looking at me intensely. I was starting to enjoy the conversation “What about if I made you do things? What if I humiliated you in front of other guys?” He got up “Oh Dawn, you’re making me so hot!” he went to kiss me, I immediately pushed him away. “No, no, no! you’re not allowed to touch me without permission.” I teased and walked away leaving him all hot and bothered.

The next few weeks were filled with similar games. I wouldn’t let him touch me sexually. I forbid him from masturbating as well. I stopped making his meals. I made him sleep in the spare room. I started giving him things to do, like domestic chores, cleaning the house and doing my ironing. He was loving the new game and so was I.

It wasn’t too long before he confessed that he was desperate to cum. He hadn’t had sex with me for a month and was fit to burst. He said he was walking around every day with a permanent stiffy. I had an idea, I got him to fix us both a salad one lunchtime. When he’d prepared it, I made him watch while I ate mine first. When I finished I asked him if he still felt sexually frustrated, he said he was finding it very hard. “So what if I give you a little hand relief before your lunch?” He immediately looked keen. I stood him up, told him to close his eyes and undid his trousers and slowly started to rub his cock. He was moaning his thanks to me. I told him to let me know when he was about to cum. He didn’t take long, about 2 minutes later he gasped he was cumming, I immediately placed his plate of salad under his jerking cock. He tensed and released stream after stream of a months worth of saved up cum across his lunch. The lettuce and egg salad got the most of it, there was a hell of a lot of it. I placed the plate back down and pulled a napkin from the table. I asked him to open his eyes while I made out I was cleaning his cum off my hands. He thanked me again and said he felt so relieved after that. I then told him to sit down and eat his lunch. I sat opposite and watched him. He certainly didn’t notice by the look of it as he already had a lot of salad dressing on it. I put my fingers in my panties as I watched him eat. It was so hot to see him eat his own cum. He did look a bit funny as he was chewing, like there was a strange taste but said nothing. When he was half done I just said “Are you enjoying that?” he nodded with his mouth full. “Do you enjoy eating your own cum?” he stopped dead and looked at me. “I thought you’d like a little extra dressing on it. Now eat up like a good boy. You’re going to have to get used to that taste. Every time you feel like relieving yourself it must be in my supervision and only onto the food you eat.” He gasped “Wow Dawn, this is fucking great. I’m loving the new you!”. I looked at him bored “Well I don’t care either way, in fact I’m really enjoying this new role too, having less to do and getting you to do these things. I’m going to enjoy myself and it’s for me and if you get off on it fine.” Sean looked confused like he didn’t know if I was role-playing or what, he looked nervous as well, like he’d brought out the devil in me. I think he had.

It took me four weeks to find another man to fuck. A couple of weeks before I placed an ad on one of the Yahoo groups I frequented. I put a body shot picture up and got over 100 responses. One of the replies was from a black guy who happened to live in a neighbouring town. After emails flying back and forth (he called himself Big Mac - ), explaining my situation. I agreed to meet him for a coffee, first on neutral ground and when I was sure he was ok and the man for me I asked him to call round for me the following evening when Sean would be home.

The night came and I felt sick with excitement. I’d got Sean to make me a lovely meal and buy some special champagne which I explained was for later. He looked excited. Then the door bell went. He looked at me, like he was thinking who the hell was that. He went to answer and I heard Mac’s voice saying he was invited, I called into the hallway “Oh let him in Sean, he’s a good friend.” Sean came back into the room with Mac looking very confused. I looked at him and said “This is Mac, he’ll be fucking me tonight Sean, now go and open that champagne for us will you.” I could see an instant erection in Sean’s trousers, he looked like he was completely knocked for six. He just went straight out and poured us some champagne. I told him to sit on the other side of the room while I sat on the sofa with Mac, who was completely relaxed and acted like this was a regular thing for him. I got cosy with Mac and we drunk our champagne and chatted generally. I kept glancing over at Sean and he was visibly sweating. “Hey, darling” I said “Don’t worry, this is what you always wanted isn’t it?” He nodded, not that convincingly. I met his eyes “Well as I said before that doesn’t matter to me now, this is what I want!” and with that I put my champagne glass down and leaned forward and kissed Mac. He responded fast and pushed me back kissing me hard and feeling my legs and breasts. He then paused and pulled my t-shirt over my head, I reached round and unclasped my bra. My breasts fell onto him and felt amazing naked against that mans foreign dark skin. I pushed him back, undid his belt, unzipped his fly and pulled out a monster cock. It was doubled over in his trousers but free from restraint it was massive. I got to work with my tongue and mouth and it grew even further. I glanced at Sean and he was rubbing himself through his trousers. I stopped and immediately told him that he was going to get a major punishment for that. He stopped and looked even more uncomfortable. I got back to sucking Mac, he looked over at Sean and said “You like seeing your wife sucking on some black cock yeah?” Sean didn’t respond. “Well you know what I’m gonna do now? huh? I’m going to take that white pussy and make it mine.” and with that pushed me to the floor and flipped me over onto my knees, roughly pulled my panties down and slid his cock into my cunt. I was in heaven, I’d never known it so deep. Every stroke was sending the most amazing tingling feelings from my pussy to my head. I was cumming big style. A few minutes later in a state of delirium I was aware of Mac grunting “There you go baby, have some of that. Hey fellow, I’m filling your wife right up. Every time you taste her pussy for the next month, you’re gonna taste my cock.” and with one final gasp he fell back on the sofa.

I was still shiivering with desire, coated in sweat and looked over at Sean, he looked like he’d died and gone to heaven, looking on and seeing his wife having just been fucked good and proper by a black man, the ultimate cuckold fantasy. Well I hadn’t finished with his fantasy come true just yet. I saw one of the champagne glasses just beside my knee. I picked it up and placed it under my pussy. I pushed with my muscles and managed to squeeze out three massive globules of cum. The cum dripped down the side of the glass and came to rest of the top of the alcohol. I gave it a little shake and it frothed up. I got up and gave it to Sean. “Here you go, let’s toast your new cuckold status.” I watched as he drunk it all down “Now Sean I want you to go upstairs to my bedroom and lay out your Armani suit on my bed. Then you can get to bed yourself in the spare room. Me and Mac are going to be having some fun tonight. I want you to wear that suit for work tomorrow. I’ll make sure you’ll get to see lots of messy evidence on it throughout the day tomorrow. Let’s hope no one notices.” I kissed him on the cheek and felt fantastic. What a great new life this was going to be, what fun I was going to have and how lucky I was to have Sean as a husband who would be behind me (well underneath me) all the way.

Author - Trash

I am a white male but I always wanted to serve a group of black women oraly . And eat all their pussies after they piss in my mouth while on the rag. And lick their clit and have them cum in my mouth. I love eating pussy and a group of black women demand I eat their pussy and drink their piss would be great. Pussy is great ant the aroma only enhances the taste.

Submitted by: Larry

The Analysis of A Forced Femdom Story - Jackson’s War

Jackson’s war is a forced femdom story written by frankg. It tells a story in which Jackson was captured by a sexy female interrogator. He tries to resist and is tortured using cruel and unusual methods. We shall try to analyze the plots of the story so that you will get a understanding why submissive males normally are turned on when reading this story.

Normally, a submissive male starts to get a faster heart beat after reading the following paragraphs:

Jackson woke up with a spotlight in his eyes, blinding him to all but the light. He tried to move but found he was tied down in a chair. His head throbbed with every motion. He ignored the pain and tried to survey his surroundings. It was useless. He was tied firm and the light was just too bright.
“Are you comfortable?” a voice from behind him asked.
Jackson’s heart lept. It was a woman’s voice. It was mysterious, soft, sexy, and very frightening all at the same time. He heard the distinct clicking of a woman’s high heels on the floor approach him. She reached out and grabbed his hair pulling his head back into a painful position. Her angelic face came into view just as she was saying, “I asked if you were comfortable!”

What could happen next? Jackson is captured and he is captured by a female with a mysterious, soft, and sexy voice. Then, the submissive male’s heart beat goes faster,

She had dark hair that cascaded in soft waves effortlessly across her shoulders. Her skin was tanned and porcelain smooth. Her cheeks were high and seductively defined. Her eyes were a hazel green color and burned a hole right through Jackson’s heart. Her mouth was perfectly formed and her lips made Jackson want to pull her in tight and give her a long, deep, passionate kiss.

She grit and bared her teeth as she pulled back even harder on Jackson’s hair. He couldn’t help but to moan out in protest.

She is beautiful and sexy… and any male would like to get close to her… and be with her… and possibly pursue her and to have sex with her…. yet she is also very dangerous…

As Jackson refuses to answer her questions,

She struck out with a front kick to Jackson’s sternum, knocking him, and the chair he was tied to, to the floor…. …

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His sentence was cut short by a soccer style kick to his temple. Jackson was immediately knocked out. … …

He heard the sound of high heels clicking on the floor as they approached. Jackson counted the steps as he waited, almost holding his breath. A silken hand reached out and grasped his throat. It was soft and warm and smelled of roses but none of that mattered as it started to squeeze and crush his trachea.

“Are you a little more willing to talk now my little soldier boy?” The voice was soft and sweet but it held an undertone of pure wickedness that made Jackson feel alone and small. … …

Actions of kicking with high heels or boots are always a turn on for submissive males. Submissive males normally not only have a fetish to high heel shoes or boots, they also fantasize the sexy legs of females… the action of kicking involves both… it’s sexy yet powerful… maybe in the action of the kicking, the submissive male could fantasize in getting a glimpse of the female vagina area…

“You’re just so determined to be a brave little soldier aren’t you?” she asked. “That’s perfect! I love to break a strong, willful man.”

She released Jackson’s throat as he took in a deep breath and began to cough. She laughed at his reaction. She circled the table slowly always touching Jackson with one hand.
“You’re body is strong. I can feel your muscles even under your uniform.” She said.
“Why don’t we take a closer look at those muscles?” she said playfully.

Jackson heard the unmistakable sound of a K-Bar being pulled from its sheath. He stiffened in anticipation. She held the knife over Jackson’s face twisting and turning it as she did. The blade was polished silver and reflected even more of the harsh light into his eyes. She slid the tip of the blade down his chin and across his throat. It slid effortlessly under the collar of his OD shirt and even more easily popped the first button from the thread that held it in place. The second and third were as smooth and easy as the first. She continued down his torso slicing each button cleanly off until they were all gone, dancing across the floor as they fell. She dragged the blade back up his torso and held the tip right at the dimple at the base of his throat below his Adam’s apple. She pressed it in just enough not to break the skin. She leaned in, letting her hair fall over Jackson’s face. He tried to resist inhaling the intoxicating aroma but it was futile. She whispered into his ear as she twisted the tip of the cold steel blade.
“I could kill you now with just a flick of my wrist.”
She slowly pulled away purposefully letting her hair tickle his face as she drew back to a standing position.
“Oh my.” She said. “You really are a strong one.”
Jackson’s body was young and strong. He made an effort to keep his physique as trim and lean as possible. Every muscle on his body rippled as he strained against the straps that held him down.
“Are you as well built down here?” she asked playfully as she jabbed the blade into his groin.
Jackson let out a startled yelp even though she stopped short of causing any real pain.
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be paying very special attention to it before I’m done with you.” She said with a seductively evil tone.

Now she is using a knife… she is sexy and seductive…and she speaks in a seductive evil tone… She will pay special attention to Jackson’s groin area… and what will she do? Will Jackson have to chance to get close to her? Opposite sex attracts… and She has the absolute control… Will Jackson be able to touch her and even to have… with her?

… …

“Well,” she started, “You’ll make the misses a very happy woman.” She paused as she used the tip of the blade to lift his penis into the air. “If I let you keep it that is.”
Suddenly she jabbed the tip of the knife into Jackson’s thigh. He screamed out in pain. She seductively opened her mouth and inhaled deeply as she cut a 4-inch long gash in his leg. The blood flowed freely. It was warm and thick as it made its way down his thigh and unto the table. Jackson trashed wildly under his restraints.

She is sexy yet dangerous… she likes his manhood… but … she jabbed Jackson in his thigh… as she does this, she is yet still very seductive and sexy… Jackson is so lucky to be with such a sexy and beautiful female interrogator… and he has the opportunity to be close with her… Of course the pain is to the extreme and Jackson is with rage… but she says…

“Oh come on now, I think in a different place and time, you would fall in love with me.” She said with a smile.
Jackson clinched his teeth so tightly that his face trembled with rage.
“That’s right,” She started. “Hate me! Hate me with a passion so strong that you want to kill me! It’ll make my job so much more fun!”
She laughed at him as she pulled away and started back in on the suturing of his leg.

Yes, she is absolutely correct. In a different place and time, Jackson would fall in love with her. To a male submissive, he would fall in love with her even in a situation like this because a male submissive likes sexy yet dangerous woman. She is cruel yet beautiful…

The analysis ends here, but the story does not. The story continues with Jackson’s rage and the woman’s cruel methods of torture and domination. This is one of the best stories we have ever seen, and thank you for the author for writing such an excellent story.

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I walk into your house and you are wearing black pair of stockings, garters, thong and push up bra. you see my hardon pop up in seconds. you smile and say to me: “You weak fucking bitch. I can fuck you over in so many ways and you keep coming back for more because you and your cock crave the way I humiliate you and let you know that you are my inferior.” You walk toward me and smile as you squeeze my balls, hard!! I moan and jump a little as you laugh and say: “mmmm take it bitch, take that pain…..its good for you.” I take it as you squeeze my balls and laugh.

You finally let go and push me onto the bed…then you grab my hair and pull my head to your pillow. Once there, you cuff me to your bed and you sit on my face, wiggling your sexy ass on it as you order me to rim you. I start licking all over your asshole as you rub your pussy and feel my wet tongue on your asshole, wiggling in circles over your tight, hot ass. My cock and balls are throbbing as I am forced to submit to getting you off first. I lick your asshole until you tell me to stiffen my tongue up….and when I do you lower your pussy onto it so I can taste your pussy too.

I start moaning as you fuck my tongue….pumping and grinding on my wet face as you get yourself off on my whimpering, slobbering tongue. your pussy muscles start clutching my tongue as my face moves up to meet your downward moving pussy. we now move in unison as your pussy juices, ass taste and my saliva all join for an intoxication mixture. I feel you begin to tremble on my face and then you start screaming as your moisture pours out and onto me. I am lapping it all up as you moan like an animal….feeling my probing wet tongue between your thighs and over your thighs. You finally lift up and sit on my stomach.

You are still shaking from your orgasm as you look at me and say: “I’m not going to touch your fucking cock. That is your punishment for not eating my ass and pussy every day.”

You sit there smiling as you watch my frustrated eyes from my cock throbbing. You say to me “What’s the matter Rob? Is your dick hurting and aching for me? Do you need me and my beautiful pussy? Do you need my ass and tits? Do you need * pause* my feet?” With that you stick your feet on my face and order me to lick them. I start licking on your feet…whatever you put on my mouth. Your toes, your heel, your arches, your bottoms….whatever it is….I lick it. Devouring your sexy feet as my cock and balls throb in pain.
You keep moaning as I lick your feet. Moaning, yet you keep calling me bitch and telling me to beg for more. I alternate my pleases with licks as I follow your order.

Finally you pull your feet away and uncuff me. “Jack off,” you order. I start to beat off in front of you as you watch me. You watch my thrusting hand wrapped around my cock….my cock head soaking wet as I build toward cumming. You time it just right and as I am about to release you put your hands out and catch my cum in the palms of your hand….. so thick, white, hot and creamy. You smile as squirt after squirt lands in your hands.

Once I stop squirting cum, you smile with an evil glint in your eye. “Get on all fours” you whisper to me. I get on all fours. You whisper: “very good bitch… and now you are going to be my horse and eat cum from your Goddesses hands…. just like a real hose eats sugar cubes.” You have me on top of your bed on all four and you are standing on the floor next and you put your cupped right hand under my mouth and say: ‘Eat it horsie.’ I move my mouth and tongue into my own sticky mess in your beautiful hand and licking it clean for you. Then you move your left hand under and say “Cntinue.” I repeat and lick my cum from your hand….all of it. My entire load now in my own stomach, throat and lips. You say: “Good horse” as you push me onto my back and tell me to tongue fuck your ass now. I start to tongue fuck your ass as you push yourself onto my face and finger your pussy until you cum again.

Finally you lay there and take your panties from the floor and make me put them on. I do as you order and then you tell me to wash your dishes as you take my credit card from me and order 5 new matching sets of panties and bras from Victoria Secrets over the phone. I can hear you laughing from the next room as you tell the woman taking the order.

Submitted by: Rob

She smiled, indulging in the cracking sound of flesh against stone. He’d been bad, she knew that, seen it with her very own eyes, deliberately fondling another in front of her. She knew he wouldn’t understand the root of her anger, she never showed him that side of her before but tonight was different, tonight, and he needed to be taught.

“W-what was that for?” his voice held the slight quiver of a scared rabbit.

“Who was that?” she jerked her chin in the general direction of the other room where she’d pulled him from, her eyes furiously gazing at him, “And prey tell, What did you think you were doing?”

“T-that… T-t-t-… Mistress, I….” The feeble voice trailed off into nothingness and he bowed his head.

“I’m jealous boy, and I don’t like feeling jealous. Now you will tell me who that filthy little whore you had your hands all over was.” She tapped her foot, her hands clenching and opening.

“I… Mistress….”

“NOW BOY!”

He shook, his brown eyes turning up to look into hers’, holding something akin to true fear, “That was baby Ma’am. She’s… she said… that….”

“So a new little cunt walks into your life and you think you can neglect the collar that you wear about your neck and DISSOBEY direct orders given to you? I thought I taught you better than that.”

Jerking back against the wall he looked small, shaking her head she reached down picking up her duffle bag.

“Mistre—-”

“Don’t say another word, you will follow me, be silent and not look at anyone into the next room. Is that clear?”

He nodded and bowed his head, shivering. She knew he loved it when she was forceful in her commands, in fact that’s what she loved about him, his willingness to submit to her; but now it was different. The anger boiled deep within her. He directly disobeyed her commands for when they went out. He did not ask permission, even though he knew she would not grant it. This time her words held a bit of ice instead of the stern love they usually did. She hoped he could feel it.

Turning she walked with a purpose into the room from which they came, the walls strewn with chains and whips, pictures of naked woman and men leashed and on their knees. The dungeon of the local club held a casual atmosphere that most did not have.

Stopping in the middle of the room she let her eyes wonder around, passing over the couples walking about. She was trying to judge the best possible place to take him, somewhere that he could be chained for all to see, and see everything not just the back or front. That was the hardest part. Shaking her head a little she tilted her head up and smiled as she caught sight of the suspender bar just above her. Quickly her smile changed to one of dark pleasure. They would be perfect; it was in the middle of the room and light enough to draw everyone’s attention.

“Stop here boy.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He halted behind her. Then he gasped a little as he once again realized that he broke another command.

“I shall let that slid this time boy. Remember I want you silent, and if you do not comply, I will take out the gag.”

The shiver ran through his body so visibly that a near by Dominate stopped tilting his head. He sauntered forward a bit and paused so that he stood right beside her. Looking over her boy he whispered just barely into her ear… “Why Mistress Red, young Wallace looks ghastly afraid.”

“By rights he should, Master Robert.” She couldn’t help but grace him with a smile.

Master Robert was well noted as one of the most sadistic yet gentle dominates that frequented the club. His hand could wield such pain or pleasure as one might want, ultimately turning the most horrible submissive into the most beautiful songstress they have ever heard. She hopped that he would be staying long enough to watch.

“Oh and what has he done?” Master Robert spoke louder so that Wallace could hear, making sure to place a small glance in his direction.

“Broken the cardinal command given to him when we come to these dungeon functions.”

“Oh heavens. I do hope you plan on administering something here.”

“Yes, of course, I must teach the boy, and for that I must do it here, where the command was broken. A private punishment would do nothing.”

He smiled at her then, lifting a finger to trace her right ivory cheek, then smooth back a stray auburn tress, “Hmm yes, and might I add you look lovely this evening.”

“Thank you,” her smile graced him again as he turned to walk back to his sub, a lovely girl with manners and a mind like a hawk.

Letting her smile fade away she turned back to him, narrowing her eyes, “Leesha.”

He groaned, there in public, groaned, it infuriated her more, causing her to reach out and slap his face soundly catching everyone’s attention.

“You dare to humiliate me, in front of my friends boy? I gave you a command and I expect You to do it. NOW LEESHA!”

Startled he dropped to the ground, moving on hands and knees forward to her. Once right at her feet he rocked back to rest his butt on his heels, placing his palms on his thighs. Raising his chin up so that his collar was exposed to her the metal d-ring shining in the half-light.

Before she could turn and grab her duffle she heard a feather light whisper, “Ma’am, Master sent me over to help you in anyway possible.” It was Master Robert’s little one, beautiful in her black leather collar and slave bells. Smiling she reached over and caressed a cheek.

“Thank you little one, please could you get me the nylon leash from my duffle.”

She watched as the girl dipped then kneeled next to the duffle, carefully unzipping it. After a short rummage she arose with the item.

Grabbing it Mistress Red turned around and snapped it into place, pulling Wallace’s face toward her own, “Are you prepared for the punishment, or do you want to beg for my forgiveness?”

His eyes turned up to hers with a whimper he moved forward even more. She let out an exasperated sigh and growled, “SPEAK”

“M-Mistress, please, forgive this one, he did not mean to anger or disobey…” “What a pathetic excuse, do you really think me to believe that you did not want to fondle and fuck that little slut?”

“M-Mistress…I…. didn’t mean to disobey—-”

“But you completely forgot the rules I gave you before leaving the house tonight right. Boy you must learn that the rules I set forth are for your benefit. Did you even consider coming to ask me?”

He bowed his head ashamed for the first time tonight, “No Mistress, this one didn’t.”

“Then I believe your begging is over with boy.”

Wallace raised his eyes to her again; staring back she did not show him any mercy or forgiveness. It was time he learned what a true bitch she could be, by the end of tonight she was certain he wasn’t going to be putting his hands on anything that they didn’t belong on.

“Stand boy.” Yanking hard on his leash she brought him to his feet, his eyes watering a little from the loss of air for a moment. “Melinda, please hold this for me.” She gave the end of the leash to Master Robert’s sub and walked around behind Wallace, grabbing his hair pulling his head backwards. “I want you to feel every once of hate I have in me tonight, I want you screaming out for your own life. Maybe then I will consider bringing you along with me again on an outing. Do I make myself perfectly clear boy? Answer.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Releasing his hair she grabs his arms pulling them above his head with such force that it causes him to rock on his feet and whimper a bit. With a glance Master Robert stride forward lowering the suspender bar down, and offers over a pair of wrist restraints from her bag. Smiling evilly she takes them up, strapping them in place. Wallace’s continued whimpering a drum beat to fuel her anger.

“Will you help me lock him in place?” He question didn’t need to be asked, Master Robert was already locking his fingers around one of the boy’s wrists, slowly bringing it to the bar and attaching him, she doing the same with the other. Quietly she steps back gazing up. “Thank you Master Robert.”

“Anytime.”

“Milinda you may drop the leash. Thank you, you can go sit with your Master now.”

“A pleasure to serve you Ma’am.”

As the girl drops back into the shadows, Mistress Red turns her dark eyes upon her boy, taking in his body from stern to tail, the leather harness giving no hiding places to his naked body. She liked the way he looked in it, trim and cut well almost like an Adonis at the right times. She could hardly image him disobeying her at the club, but he had and now, now she had to figure out what to do with him.

Tapping her bottom lip with her index finger she turns and walks to her duffle, grabbing up her crop, “Now boy, the thing is, pain is your forte, so it’s hard for me to find something that would ring the truth of the punishment in.”

Wallace muffled a snort of laughter, which caused her to spin around and flex the crop. Whizzing through the air in landed with a resounding whap, across his skin.

“OW”

She growled low in her throat and let out three more whaps against his sides, driving the pain of the first away with harder strokes. “What did I say boy” the fourth stroke came down over his semi-stiff cock, which drew forth a loud scream from him. “Tell me what I commanded of you! Now boy.” The fifth and sixth came down swiftly licking his balls with a harsh whapping sound.

“I… ow…. Was ….OW… not to speak, Mi-sssssssssss-tress.” The last came out with a hiss as the seventh stroke landed across his chest.

“And what are you doing? Answer now!” An eighth stroke snapped across his face, just barely missing his left eye.

“Speaking, Mistress.” His knees buckled and he hung from the bar by his wrists.

“Do you want me to gag you boy? Or will you refrain from your screaming?” she looked at him closely, her eyes taking in his form and the nice red welts rising from his penis and balls.

He didn’t answer, so she took that as a yes and glided back to her duffle. Reaching in she took out her favorite gag to use on him. It was a little wonderful leather device; light enough to not bite into the sides of ones mouth, but heavy enough to muffle the screams. The best feature on this gag though was the miniature dildo that was attached were the ball would be. It filled the whole mouth so that the person could not possibly slip the gag off.

Turning she showed it to him, allowing him to speak one last time and decline the use of the gag, but he stayed silent and that was the only answer she needed as she sauntered around behind him.

Yanking on his hair again, pulling his head back so as she could just slide the mouth piece between his lips and lock it down. Securing it with the tiny silver lock she coos, stroking his forehead. Leaning in she lets her breath just tickle his ear, “You know boy, this all could have been avoided if you learned to keep your hands off of the first available Punta that smiled at you.”

Shoving his head forward she rakes her nails down his back, hearing him try to shriek against the gag, laughing as she watches a little tiny blood droplet form. Striding back to her duffle she bends into the task of setting out her toys, with intent to make him learn obedience.

When each instrument is lain out with proper care, her hands slowly moves over them, her fingers caressing the leather, latex and metal, her mind getting a mental picture of the boy with each being applied to him. Before long, her fingers stop, lying over the bulldog clamps. Tiny things they are, they pack a powerful bite, with teeth that dig into the skin.

Picking them up she turns to her boy, eyeing him with a slow careful glance, her dark smile grew. Stepping to him she raises the clamps before his eyes, the small chain dangling from her fingers, her lips once more caressing his ears, “Mmm you like these don’t you boy?” She felt his nod against her shoulder. Smiling more her fingers draw open one clamp, letting the teeth graze against his already puckered nipple, “Oh you would like them there wouldn’t you?” again his nod of confirmation, his breath steadily gaining speed behind the leather. Carefully she tails the teeth down over his chest and then belly, “But boy, that’s not where they’re going… Would you like to know where they are going?” they were over his penis now, and still moving down around it. His gulp was audible to everyone. With a snap the clamp caught his tender right ball and latched into place making him jerk against his restraints and let out the most muffled scream she’s ever heard.

Quickly reaching down she latches the other to his left ball, her eyes never leaving his face. He jerked again and struggled whipping his body against the leather cuffs, his legs trying to close and brush off the little instruments of pain. To no avail though, because the more he struggled to get them off the tighter they became.

Grinning her hands reach behind her and pull up the slapper. Deftly she applies five good whaps to his balls, hitting the clamps without thought, watching him writhe, his face white with pain. Five slaps later she exchanged the instrument for another, a long rod with a glass ball at the end.

Again she showed it to him, watching his eyes widen with fear as to where she was going to apply it. This was his favorite toy as well, now it was going to be used to teach him, she liked the irony. Flicking the switch, the humming filled a now totally silent room. Waving it before his eyes once more she brings it down to run just barely over his belly, “You like this don’t you boy?”

He nodded but with a muffled sound that could have been a yes.

Stepping away from him she lets the wand glide over his belly, letting it stimulate him before lifting it away and bringing it down on his balls. The shock the wand sent coursed through his body very visibly causing him to scream out against the gag, balling his hands into fists. She could not have wanted a better reaction.

“Is it your favorite still boy?” her words held a hot edge of malice. She watched his head nod a yes, and again she applied the glass ball to his calls, catching this time the clamps there.

Pain racked through his eyes, and his legs clamped shut on her, causing the wand to press hard and jolt him again and again. Growling she pulls the toy back to her, switching it off, setting it down. In one step she was there, her hand pulling his head back her breath hot and angry.

“Open those legs boy.” He didn’t move, his breath was erratic against the gag, his eyes white around the edges, “DO as your told boy or else.” He whimpered, shaking his head pulling his own hair tighter and tighter in her grasp.

Snarling she tossed him aside, letting him slump in his cuffs. Angrily she strides to the wall, taking up two more restraints big enough to fit on his ankles. Gesturing to Master Robert, they both walk to Wallace.

“Open your legs.” Waiting with no response, Mistress Red kicked them open, getting a violent pleasure out of it. Once they are properly spread she and Master Robert secure him to the floor eyebolts.

Stepping back she’s surveys her boy spread eagle in the semi-darkness of the play dungeon, his balls a nice red, his face tear streaked and frightened. Tapping her lip once more her mind races for different ideas.

Touching the little weight set she has… tracing her fingers over the cool metal she takes up the hundred gram, putting a little hook in it, she walks to him, kneeling. Raising his penis out of the way she hands the weight squarely from the middle of the chain, cooing as he hisses behind the gag. Standing she goes back to the table.

Each moment that went by she could hear him breathing, heavily against the gag, it was loud in the still silent room, she felt the eyes of the other dungeon goers on her back, wondering what she would do next. It wasn’t easy to administer a public punishment, to judge what would get peoples attention and what would make them turn away. She didn’t want to offend anyone, but she did want to drive home the reason. Sighing slightly she reached out and picked up the four foot whip.

Caressing its black braided surface she turned, fixing her eyes into an angry gaze upon him, “You don’t like this do you boy?”

His reaction was clear as day, the way his body jerked back, the creak of the leather, the white starting to rim around his eyes. She sighed and tapped it upon the palm of her hand, continuing to watch and she strode behind him.

Her fingers just barely grazed his back. She took three steps back and judged the distance; her eyes took in the weight hanging the angle he was leaning to, everything… Raising the whip she flicked her wrist slightly feeling the tail whiz through the air and the soft crack against his flesh.

“maaah” was all you could hear from behind the gag. She shook her head and again raised the whip.

Stroke number two landed nicely, sounder than the first, leaving a bright red line horizontally across his skin. Relishing in the second groan he produced she flicked her wrist three more times in a row, leaving nothing to keep him from feeling the pain. She closed her eyes briefly as she let the last lash fall. Six was enough to have him limp forward, the weight handing from his testicals swinging painfully.

Walking around to his front, she used the butt of the whip to lift his chin. The tears spilled down his cheeks, making him almost look innocent. It got to her, she wondered briefly if she should stop, wondered if she was driving it home a little too much but then shook her head, her auburn locks falling into her brown eyes.

“No boy. You and I both know that I cannot stop,” her whisper was for him only, she saw his slight nod and his eyes start to have a soft determination in them. “I’m very sorry for it hurts me a lot more than it is hurting you.”

Turning away she picks up the feather, bringing it forward running it all along his chest, watching him buckle with laughter. Keeping up her torture she reaches around and picks up a very small whip, and starts to lash it across his torso and thighs, pleased in hearing his choking gasping screams behind his gag.

For fifteen minutes she kept up the on slot… watching him like a hawk, the turn of his body, every minute twist to get away from either instrument. She made sure that her whip never landed on a vital area of his body, that she didn’t hurt him too badly. Each stroke puckered up along his skin. She watched, as his front became a latticework or red stripes.

Slowing to a stop she sets the feather aside, taking a good look at his face, the tear streaks and pain evident. She flicks him two more times before setting the little whip down. Striding to her toy table again she takes up the serrated blade.

Lifting it to the light she admires the shine. He cared for the blade, he cleaned it daily, making sure it was in top shape and sharp enough to give him the right amount of sting. Twisting it in the light she sighs, turning to him. Steadily walking forward she rests the cool metal against his reddened flesh, just drawing the tip down just barely touching him.

Circling about him, she lets the blade bit deeper, the sharp tip digging in and drawing out a chorus of hisses. Every time his body jerked back she draw the blade a little deeper, watching with interest at the tiny droplets forming along the line left from her blade.

Just as she reached his back a soft moan comes from the crowd, causing her to take her attention away from her boy, and fall directly upon a girl. Fair complexion, her sun yellow hair pulled into little pigtails. Dressed in a baby doll outfit of sheer pink, she looked radiant. Perky breasts, lush red lips, and eyes of the deepest blue; she was gorgeous, and at that moment she was fingering herself.

Another soft moan escaped those lips of hers. Mistress Red could not believe it; in the midst of her punishment someone was getting delight, this someone rudely interrupting her.

“Ahem,” she cleared her throat, watching as the girl started and gazed up from below her painted lashes. The blush crept from her cheeks down over the tops of her breasts making her utterly beautiful.

Behind her the moan of her boy made her note that the girl was new, growling deeply she twisted his face around to make him look, “Is that the little cunt.”

His nod was all she needed, letting go of his face she slashed out, feeling the blade dig deeply into his back, from shoulder to the middle of the back she went, her eyes focused and furious. The girl had returned to her loud wet noises, fueling another slash across his back, this one criss-crossing.

“See what this little bitch does to you boy, feel what she is doing to you,” snarling it out she slashed straight downward, not listening to his screams, nor feeling the slickness of his blood, “Do you really want her? Do you really want to feel this every time you touch her?”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” the girls’ orgasm rained down upon the stunned silence, and as the boy fell limp against his bindings, the weight swung in a soft crescendo, only to stop as well and fall dead as well.

Slipping around to the front of him she lifts his chin watching as his eyes flicker open, landing on the bloody knife, a distinctive shiver courses through him behind her fingertips. He was starting to bruise, and the intricate web of cuts and lashes made his handsome figure look like a tormented soul from hell.

Reaching up she quickly releases the bindings watching him fall to his knees before her. Deftly she takes off the gag, and allows him to get his voice back before delicately whispering, “Now boy, tell me what I ordered you to do this morning.”

“I was got dress in my best attire, be on my best behavior, and come to the club with you. I was to be kind and courteous, and above all I was not to touch another submissive or dominate.”

“Very good,” She looked down and inspected the cuts. They weren’t deep enough to need stitches; in fact they were already starting to scab up. She was proud of her work, he had the point driven home to him, but one thing remained, “And boy, what do you do if you really want to play with someone?”

“Ask first Mistress,” his whisper was monotone.

“Turn on your knees and look at the slut you admired so earlier. Look at how she touched herself during your pain. Look hard sub and study. Gaze at everything around you, for this is the last time you will be allowed to come with me.”

He looked, and made a face that she couldn’t distinctly describe. It was a combination of horror and terrible hurt. He looked at how the girl let her juices flow from herself, over her thighs, took in how she glowed from watching him. Then the look turned to something like shame, she felt her heartache at the decision she had made, but it was for the best.

“Unlock yourself.”

Once he had his feet free he made to rise up to stand and she halted him, her hand taping her neck. Sighing he rested back on his heels, parting his thighs slightly as his hands turned palms up upon the tops of his legs. Raising his chin he leaned forward so that the d-ring of his collar showed.

The leash latched on with a solid click and she pulled it taunt to her so that his face was almost in her crotch, “Kiss”, and he did so, pressing his dry lips to her leather clad valley and bowed his head.

Hearing someone move behind her, Mistress Red looked over her shoulder. Milinda had placed all her toys back in the duffle, leaving two out yet by the command of her Master. Smiling Red knew why Master Robert was renounded for his sadistic mind.

“Bring me the belt please little one.” With the whisper of silk the male chastity belt was placed in her free hand, giving the girl a warm smile she focused back in on her boy.

“Kneel” he rose up high on his knees and parted his thighs. His eyes were glued on the belt in her hand. Slowly she put it on, happy that the harness didn’t come down and around his waist, pulling off the clamps before pulling the belt tight. With a little tiny silver lock that she clicked into place the belt was on and secure. Tugging the leash again, “Kiss”, she watched his movement in it. Satisfied that it wasn’t too tight she reached out, feeling the handle of the zapper hit her palm.

“Milinda dear, come here now.” Master Robert’s voice broke the loud silence, it sort of heralded the end of the punishment, and others raised their voices once more into conversation.

“Sheen, and lead.” She waited for him to start walking on his hands and knees before turning on the electrified tennis racket.

All the way out and even in the car, she spanked him with it, enjoying the little tiny zaps and sparks that flew, and the soft hisses that followed.

Upon the next week, Mistress Red locked the door to her apartment. Striding to out of her complex to her car her smile could not have been brighter, for back inside her dark home Wallace was chained, in the bathroom. His lead was hooked to the toilet and upon the floor were two dishes, one with water in it, and the other with a happy meal from McDonalds. He was being the obedient little pup she always knew he could be.

Submitted by: mared

They could hear the rush-hour traffic noises outside the hotel room window as the five o’clock sun streamed in the window. The heat in the room was stifling and she threw open a window; not caring who looked up and saw her in her black-lace bra, black fishnets and spike heel pumps, running her manicured hands through her dark hair, which made her look more sexy and wild than ever. She had to deal with the window, since he was naked and tied to the bed, his tall strong body spread out flat on his back, his arms and legs secured to the wooden bedposts with strong white ropes that had been tightly knotted by her expert hands.

She walked back to the rickety bed and lit a cigarette, “Want a light, babe?” taking a long slow drag, and slowly exhaling the smoke across his face.

“Yes, please…” He craned his neck desperately towards her, straining against his bonds, as she teasingly waved the lit Dunhill in front of his parted lips before letting him take a puff, knowing how badly he wanted it and more. He took a grateful drag, slowly exhaling the smoke

He gazed at her full red lips as she took a long swallow of whiskey out of the bottle, and let him taste it out of her mouth, plunging her tongue into his mouth along with a cold shot, forcing it down his aching dry throat. She took the chilled bottle and poured an icy stream down his chest making him twist from the shock, straining his wrists and ankles, as the frigid liquid ran down his chest and stomach down to his swelling cock. She followed it down with her tongue, licking slowly, taking her time, sucking it out of his belly, pouring more over his cock and watching him moan from the burning, try to wriggle away, laughing.

“You want me to stop?” she purred in her low, husky voice, looking up into his pleading eyes.

“No….don’t stop….” Squirming uncomfortably, he couldn’t help but start to feel incredible pleasure and warmth spreading from his wet sticky cock. He felt himself growing from her attention, swelling as she licked the burning sweet whiskey off him.

Leaning over his whiskey soaked-cock, she plunged it down her throat as her fingers gently worked their way underneath him. She feverishly licked his uncut shaft inside her hot mouth while her hands lifted his ass towards her face, pushing his cock deeper in her throat as his breathing got faster, harder. He could barely stand it, but didn’t want her to stop. He felt her sticky hands separating his quivering ass cheeks.

“I know what you want, you dirty slut,” she growled. “You want your ass fucked, don’t you baby…don’t you, my little whore.”

“Yes…yes…fuck my tight slutty ass baby…please…” She looked up at him, directly into his pleading eyes, all the while sucking his cock, and then he felt her damp fingers tracing his sweaty sticky asshole. Suddenly, she plunged one finger inside, his tight ring closing around it, and he moaned and writhed against her helplessly as she began finger-fucking him, pushing deeper on every thrust.

“Ohhh…fuck me harder, baby, please….”Her second finger eased in to join the first, twisting around and touching each raw pulsing nerve, her mouth tight on his swollen cock. She can feel that he is about to burst, but wants this to last.

Taking one last long, slow lick of his cock, she raised her head and looked him in the eye. “My little bitch slut isn’t coming, or going, anywhere yet…” She eases her fingers out of his tight little asshole as he grunts in agony, thinking You fucking bitch, you fucking tease….

Her tight pussy was soaking wet, and she wants her slut to serve her now. “Put your tongue to

good use, you little whore, cum sucking whore, and then I’ll let you cum all over me, I’ll be your cum slut.” Grabbing the bottle of whiskey, she kneeled over her helpless tied-down slut and poured it over herself, down her amazingly full tits and her belly, running down into her dripping cunt. She poured some down her back and lets it run down the crack of her sweet round ass. He watched her breathlessly, waiting to catch a drop streaming off her sexy hot body.

Throwing one strong stockinged leg on either side of his panting face, she straddled him. “Let me make this easier for you, you tied-up little bitch,” ripping a hole in the crotch of her fishnets, exposing her swollen dripping cunt and tight bourbon-soaked asshole to his open mouth. Her pussy juices and whiskey streamed onto his face as he licked her cunt lips and flicked her hard throbbing clit with his skilled tongue. She rocked back and forth, moaning, grabbing his restrained wrists and pulling them up hard. Sliding over his face, he tongued her tight little asshole, making her gasp loudly. He sucked the incredible juices out of her cunt and plunged his tongue deep into her as she moves her fingers downward, rubbing her clit and screaming. All at once she exploded, her hips and legs shaking, wave after wave of cum and whiskey soaking his face and lips and tongue. Now breathless, she felt fucking incredible, and was raging to make him cum on her now.

“Your turn,” she moaned. She slid down his body and kissed him deep, licking her wet pussy juices off his face as her entire body still trembled from coming so hard. Taking a long swallow of whiskey, she grabbed his ass and shoved her tongue up his asshole, shooting the liquid inside, causing him to cry out from the shock. She grabbed a large black dildo and rapidly lubed it up while frenetically licking his cock, now swollen huge and throbbing.

She said breathlessly, “Cum on me….let me be your little cum slut now…Let me fuck your ass and make you cum for me baby….” She inserted two fingers into his very wet asshole, moving them back and forth, and starts slowly jerking his cock right at her face.

“Fuck my ass….fuck my slutty ass baby….fuck my ass now…” She placed the lubed-up dildo in her hand and gradually replaced her moving fingers with the dildo inside his asshole. He moaned loudly and raised his ass high off the bed as he could as he felt the thick cock enter him. Almost immediately, she felt his balls tighten and his cock swell even more in her hot sticky hand.

She moved her hand over his long hard shaft, pointing it towards her face and moaning softly, “Cum on me baby….” As she rhythmically fucked his ass with the dildo and jerked his cock, he suddenly let out a huge cry as loads of cum spray hard out the end of his massive cock, splattering on her face and hair and hand, dripping on her mouth and chin, wave after wave that she licked as it traveled downwards.

“Ohhh yes, cum on me…”

Still holding his twitching cock and leaving the dildo in his ass, she moved up to his face, her face covered in his cum, and the two cum whores licked their cum off each others faces, just to spit it and kiss it back into each other’s slutty mouths.

Author: bourbonslut

Your wife is out on a date with a new lover and you are at home waiting for her to return.

The tension has been building all day and you’re in a right state, nervous, no appetite, not been able to get anything done.

You’ve spent time with her earlier this evening, seen her bath and helped her get ready, chosen some sexy underwear with her, stockings, nice heels and a revealing outfit. Plenty of leg and cleavage on show. Expensive perfume and lots of makeup. You’ve also given her more than enough money to pay for the meal and anything else they plan to do for the evening.

She left at 7pm with a ‘don’t wait up’. Now it’s Midnight and no word. You know she was meeting him at the Italian restaurant in town and she said they may go on to a club. They might have finished the evening early and she could be back at his place now. You pace the room, trying to be calm. Another glass of wine will help and I’ll try and watch some TV…

It’s 3am now. You’re in a terrible state. Should I maybe get ready for bed? She might not be coming home at all - that is a sobering thought. You climb into bed but sleep is just impossible. Your penis is hurting from the near constant erection you’ve had all night. You try and imagine how the evening has gone for her, what they chatted about, did the conversation turn to sex? did they mention you? could she be telling him how inadequate you are? where could she be now? what could she be doing at this precise moment? You’re driving yourself insane…

4am. Lying on your back and staring at the ceiling in the bluish gloom of the night you suddenly hear the key in door downstairs and you nearly have a cardiac arrest. She’s home. You can hear her putting the keys on the hook and coming straight upstairs. Your heart beats faster, you’re deafened by the thumping of it in your ears. The bedroom door handle turns and opens and she’s standing silhouetted in the doorway. Not saying a word she comes over to the bed and starts to climb on top on you. You smell cigarette smoke and alcohol on her and another stronger smell, a masculine smell of sweat. Although it’s dark, as one leg goes over your head you notice a ladder in the stockings. She slowly places her panty-covered pussy on your face and pushes hard. The smell of sex is overpowering. They are very damp and she has obviously been leaking onto them on the way home. She then pulls her panties to one side and seconds later you are consumed in a fusion of cum and pussy juices and you frantically start to feed. The aromas are very strong, there is a salty, bitter flavour as well as a musky and bleach-like smell. You are literally smothered and it doesn’t take long for her to orgasm. You know you have performed your role well for tonight. She even may allow you to watch next time.

She quietly climbs off your face and heads to the bathroom without a single word…

Author: Trash

I’m typing this with a cock cage on and locked, a thick plug in my ass, and my girlfriend’s panties on. She is allowing me to type this as a break from my daily chores. I used to visit this site in my free time when I needed to kickstart a fantasy, but here I am living one, and this is how it all happened.

I usually read those BDSM stories about females dominating their men. It always turns me on to imagine feeling submissive toward a fine woman. My girlfriend ended up finding out what sites I’d been visiting and which stories I read. I’m sure she was mad at first, but she didn’t show it. She decided to surprise me instead.

So I came home one night to find her lying on the couch wearing the tightest thigh high boots I’d ever seen, all black with thick heels. She had on a black latex corset I had never seen before, which her tits were hanging out the top. She had on a gray wool biker hat, with two cute pigtails hanging from the back. Finally, to my complete surprise, was a fat, very realistic strap-on cock protruding from her very wet crotch. My jaw must have dropped.

“Come here” she said to me, in a very demanding tone. “I want you to tell me all about these sites you’ve been looking at,” as she handed me a printed out list of the sites and very recent dates that they had been visited. “Right now,” she nearly shouted, “tell me everything you like about this sick shit.”

I didn’t know what to say, or what to think. On one hand, I was so nervous that she was going to end our relationship that I wanted to deny everything. On the other, she was certainly dressed up for a good time, and I had probably subconsciously wanted her to know everything about my fantasies anyway.

“I’m sorry,” I stuttered, hoping she would be nice about it all.

“I don’t care if you’re sorry or not, I want to know what dirty little desires you’ve been hiding from me, right now!”

“Ok, ok” I explained, “I’ll tell you what I like.” I was still a bit shocked, and had no idea where to start.

“It seems to me like you’re a submissive little bitch, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. She had never spoken to me like this. “I’d like to,” I told her.

“Oh, you’re gonna be, boy, you’re gonna be my little panty slave. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she taunted. “To be my little panty slave. I read those stories you’re constantly reading. I think you’d like to be treated like a little slut, and humiliated in front of me, wouldn’t you?”

“I would like that,” I informed her.

“I know you would, you little bitch,” she snapped at me, “and you’re going to be following my rules from now on, you got that?”

“That’s fine” I muttered, still unaware of what to think about all of this, but unable to stop looking at that big cock she suddenly had.

“”No, that’s not fine,” she barked at me, “that’s perfect. That’s exactly what you want, and you will refer to me as either madam, mistress, or master at all times, do you understand me?”

“I do, I do, I’m sorry madam,” I said, still amazed at this turn of events.

I must stop writing for a moment as she has instructed me to put in a larger plug. I’m currently being trained to take the fattest cocks deep in my ass.

“Now tell me again, you want to be my little bitch, and you will follow all of my rules,” she ordered.

“I’m sorry madam,” I said with my head down, “I do want to be you bitch, I do want to follow all of your orders. Thank you for your willingness to discipline me.” I had completely given in, and I still hadn’t even had time to think about the effects this would have on my life.

“Much better,” she said calmly. “Now tell me about me about your dirty little fantasies. You’ve been staring at this cock like you want it in you this whole time. Is that right? Do you want this cock, you little slut?”

“I do, madam,” I said, amazed at what was actually happening to me.

“Do you want to suck me off like a slutty little cocksucker, or do you just want e to fuck your brains out until you come all over yourself?”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying to me. “I want to do whatever you tell me to do, madam.”

“Wrong answer, buddy,” she informed me. “I want to hear you say how much you want this big cock, right now.”

“I want to suck on your big cock, madam. I want you to fuck my little ass hard and fast until I come all over myself. I want to be your slutty little slave.”

“That was the right answer, my pet. But you’re going to be punished for taking so long to get it right. Now come over here and strip. I’ve got quite a first night in training planned for you. Bend over the couch with your cute little ass high in the air.”

I was naked very fast, and soon after found myself bent over the couch with my butt exposed to her. She gently rubbed my cheeks, spreading them and grabbing them, teasing around my rosebud, never touching it but coming awfully close. She then stopped, and told me to stay put. She came back only a minute later with a large bandana, rolled up in a flat line. She covered my eyes very securely, and asked me if I could see.

“I can’t, madam,” I replied. I cock was dripping come at this point, I was so turned on. I know that because she scooped up a big drip that was about to fall off, and spooned it into my mouth with her finger.

“Suck it off, like the little cum crazy whore you are” she laughed, knowing she was completely in control.

Then I felt my punishment. She spanked very hard on my left cheek, making my grunt. Then another, and then another, all on the same spot.

“Are you reading for your spanking?” she questioned me.

“Yes madam,” I replied.

“Very good,” she said. “I want you to count out the spanking I give you, so I can hear them clearly. We will give you ten spanks for giving me the wrong answer.”

WHACK

“One,” I said, still hard as a rock and dripping cum.

WHACK

“Two,” I muttered in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

All the way to ten, she spanked and I counted. At the end, she told me I did very well, and told me to stand up. “In the bathroom is a note and a list of instructions that you to follow and complete within the next three hours. I will be going out on a date with a man I met on the internet through your dirty little websites.

“What?!” I exclaimed, startled by the thought of my love on a date.

“That’s right,” she told me quite confidently. “And that’s going to be just fine with you. And if it isn’t, then I’ll send your boss and coworkers the tape we just made of you telling me how much you want my big, fat cock.” She walked over to the camcorder, which I hadn’t even noticed until right then, put the tape in the VCR, and pressed play.

“I want to suck on your big cock, madam. I want you to fuck my little ass hard and fast until I come all over myself. I want to be your slutty little slave,” I listened to my earlier spoken words as my whole body turned red in embarrassment, I knew she was right. She could do whatever she wanted now, and there was nothing I do about it. She was in complete control.

Author: Jaytunes

He was nervous, very nervous. He had been speaking online with her for six months and this was to be their first meeting. Over this time, he had laid his sexual soul bare to her. She knew his every desire; indeed his every fear and today she wanted to play with him.

When she arrived at the pub, they kissed. It was a tentative kiss, but after a couple of drinks and general chat, she leant forward, took him by surprise and said, “Shall we go to the hotel?”

He nodded, a surge of adrenalin shot through his stomach and he followed her, wondering if he was doing the right thing. With his job, he booked into hotels all the time, but this time it was different. He was a bag of nerves and was sure that the receptionist could read his mind. Was it his imagination, or did she give him a knowing wink as he took the room key.

In the lift, they just looked at each other; he smiled as though to convince himself that everything was going to be all right. He opened the door to their room and she walked in ahead of him.

“Take your clothes off,” she ordered. He was slightly taken aback by the suddenness of her request, but it was said in such a way that implied no discussion on the matter was going to take place, but he knew it was what he had come for and as she sat in the chair in the corner of the room watching him, he snatched at his buttons. Her voice cut across him and he heard her say, “Slowly! Take your coat off first, fold it neatly and put it on the drawer.” He swallowed, his throat going dry, but he did as he was told.

As each layer was removed, he felt her power. At each instruction, her voice became more and more assertive. Until he stood in front of her in just his boxer shorts, waiting for that inevitable order to remove them, but it did not come. Instead she just looked at him. A look that told him that she was in charge. As he looked back, it was as though a telepathic understanding had passed between them and he lowered his eyes to the floor, in a symbolic show of giving up power to her. Until she said there time together was over, he no longer considered himself her equal; he was hers to do with as she pleased.

“Good slave,” she whispered, “Now take off your Boxers.”

He did as he was told and a feeling of excitement coupled with vulnerability shot through him. She stood and walked around him, as though she was appraising him, as if deciding whether she would humiliate him by making him dress and leave, or whether he would pass her inspection and she would permit him to stay and serve her. Every now and then her hand would reach out and touch him, but far from being a loving tender caress it was testing how muscular his arms were, looking at his teeth as though she was inspecting a horse. Finally, she looked at his excited cock, she took her thumb and pushed down on it testing its rigidity and watched as it flicked back up.

“On the bed, on your hands and knees,” Her voice snarled.

“Yes, Mistress, thank you Mistress,” he said, as though he was grateful she wanted him to stay.

Kneeling there, the first thing she did was to slip the blindfold on to him, plunging his world into darkness and releasing his imagination and senses. She whispered to him, “I am going to get ready.”

He knelt, tempted to peek, but knowing to do so would be punishable. Alone, he heard her, it sounded as if she was dressing, he heard buckles being done up and zips being pulled and his imagination ran riot. He felt cool of the room against his nudity and he shivered, but all the time, maintained his erection.

She moved to the head of the bed and removed his blindfold, “You have thirty seconds to look!”

The light hit his eyes and the pupils initially contracted. She wore a leather Basque, her large breasts spilling over the top of them, yet concealing her nipples. The thigh length boots were black and there was at least a six-inch heel on them. In her hand she slapped the butt end of a bull whip, her natural blonde hair drawn back tightly, her face heavy with make up and as he stared, his cock throbbing she stood to one side to reveal the items on the table beside her. Paddles, vibrators and an assortment of collars, leads and gags.

The last thing that he noticed as the blindfold went on him again as his thirty seconds drew to a close was the strap on dildo wrapped around her waist. His anus puckered involuntarily and then squeezed tight as darkness descended on him once more.

He felt what he thought was a finger, trailing down his back, it must have been a finger, because it felt sharp as though a fingernail was digging into him and then the sensation changing to a smoother feeling as the pad of the finger took over. Sliding between the cheeks of his ass, resting against his anus. He felt the coolness of a liquid, what was it? It had to be KY jelly, and it was applied liberally, fingering his anus and then sliding inside him, finger fucking his ass. He felt another hand grab his cock and masturbate it and then her voice, “Under no circumstances are you allowed to cum until I tell you.”

The torment of her seductive slow strokes up and down his KY covered shaft combined with the invasiveness of her finger in his ass and all the time blindfold, stopping him seeing, his imagination the only release. Her finger caressing his G Spot and whilst the feeling was sublime, He was wishing she would stop, because he didn’t think he would be able to last without cumming and he was so determined to obey her every word. His cock was swelling and she whispered to him, “Don’t you dare cum!”

She continued, taking him to the limit, “Mistress, I am losing control!”

“I know,” was all that she said and she continued to wank him and finger fuck him till he thought he would burst and then she stopped. His breathing was heavy and his ass continued to buck, but she had sensed his moment of no return and stopped a second before. He eased himself down from the state of orgasm and then he felt it against his ass. It was the strap on. Slowly he felt himself being invaded by 8 inches of plastic and she slowly started to fuck him in the ass. Slow long strokes, holding him steady and fucking him harder and harder, her hand moving around again and masturbating his cock, bringing him back to an orgasmic state and each time he was about to cum, she stopped masturbating him and instead just fucked him in the ass with her dildo. He felt the softness of her thighs against the back of his and he felt her grind her hips into him as though she was a man. Again and again, she masturbated him, until he thought he could take no more and she stopped, withdrawing the dildo from his ass and stood by the bed.

“On your back.” She said, and he turned over, his face red with the exertion and the stimulation, his orgasm subsiding. He felt her tie his arms with sheer stockings above his head and then his feet, tied to the posts at the bottom of the bed. His cock quivering, anticipating, what she next had in store for him and then he felt the pain. His nipples were tweaked really hard.

“Give me your tongue,” she said and as his tongue slipped out, she French kissed him, sucking hard on his tongue and then biting it hard. Feeling him wince, her hand slapped his thigh and she looked down at him, ”Nice red colour, good Slave.”

A little bit of him was scared at the change in her mood, loving and sexual to aggressive and violent, but his erection did not wane, if anything he was probably harder than he had ever been in his life. He was throbbing so much, it was hurting, but it was a nice kind of hurt.

She rubbed what seemed like a balm where she had hit him and also on his nipples and he felt the stinging ease. She whispered to him, “Open your mouth.” He felt her drop something in his mouth and he tasted it, it was chocolate.

“Good boy,” she said as she slowly massaged his front. Gently loving caresses. Tickling his sides, every now and then brushing her velvet gloved hand over his cock, giving it a wank of about four or five strokes before stopping. Stroking the inside of his thigh.

He felt her mouth cover him and slide down his shaft. Her tongue twirling around his cock and then moving up again, before sliding down his shaft again. Sucking hard on him driving him into a frenzy. Once more she stopped as he reached that critical point and she tasted his precum, which was oozing from him.

She untied him and removed his blindfold. “Across my knee,” she commanded. He did as he was told and as he did so, he felt his cock gripped between her leather-clad thighs. Each thrash of the paddle on his ass, making his cock fuck those boots.

His ass was red and sore and she told him to once more lie on his back. This time she straddled him and took his cock into her pussy and rode him. She started slow and rode him harder and harder. Just as he was getting into a rhythm she stopped and withdrew, keeping his cock in contact just. Again she moved down on him and repeated this till his orgasm was upon him. Then one last time, she stood from him and walked to the bottom of the bed.

The atmosphere was electric and she whispered to him, ”You can cum now!”

They both looked down at his cock and it was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him. He erupted by permission. His seed squirting high into the air in an arc, then landing on his stomach, his chest and his face. He lay back drained, but with a smile on his face.

Submitted by: VPDrifter