In excess

written 2/8/2008

There is something wrong with me. Or at least that is what I used to think. You see I cum. Not just a little bit, but I drench whatever or whom ever happens to be lower than my pussy when I cum. My past boyfriends used to give me a rash of shit whenever that happened and even picked on me in front of others. I think it was some sort of power play or something. A few guys I dated refused to finger me or eat me out since that's really the only time it happens.

For some reason it doesn't happen as intensely when they're fucking me with their cocks. My orgasms aren't as powerful when they fuck me. They still feel great, but not as intense as when they go down on me. That just about killed me. I absolutely love being eaten out. There is nothing quite like the feel of someone licking my throbbing swollen clit to orgasmic waves.

I can get guys at just about any time I want to. Don't get me wrong, I am far from being conceited, but I do look good. My dark brown shoulder length hair caresses my face, highlighting my mocha skin and deep brown eyes. I have a great figure and have been told so too. The hourglass look I guess you would call it. The problem I used to have was keeping a steady boyfriend after they saw how explosively I came. Notice I said used to. 

I found one at last! It takes me a while to get to the point where I'll let him go down on me. Not because I don't want it, but because I don't want these guys running off with their tail tucked between their legs. I think it was about a month after seeing him on our first date that I let him go down on me: 

We had come back to my place after a great date. He took me to one of the local Italian restaurants, Lillian's, which is my favorite place to eat. Then we caught a movie. 

He sat down next to me on the couch. The sexual tension that existed between us as I flipped through the pre-view channels could have been cut with a knife. We'd had sex before, but for some reason tonight was really intense. After a few of flipping through the channels and making idle chit chat he laid his hand on my thigh and leaned in for a kiss. Our tongues intertwined almost instantly and as our kiss deepened he slowly worked his hand up my thigh and underneath my skirt. He continued to kiss me, increasing his body weight against mine until I was pushed back into the couch as I could go. His hand found the crotch of my panties and aptly slid them past the elastic band to my already soaking wet pussy. The moan that escaped my lips surprised me and urged him on in the same breath. I couldn't believe I was about to blow it with him. Every other guy was disgusted with my gift to cum, why shouldn't he be any different. What the hell, at least I'd get to explode. 

He began rubbing tenderly against my lips, finding my swelling clit, rolling his fingers across it all the while deepening our kiss. I quivered slightly and felt goose bumps rise over my skin. My heart began to race as I felt his fingers find my swollen clit. 

He then broke off our kiss and climbed down from the couch, lifted up my skirt and pulled off my panties. He trailed kisses down over my jaw line, to the side of my neck, his tongue dipping out, tracing down my skin slowly. I slid my hands over his shoulders and to his upper back. My clit was throbbing, aching in anticipation. I loved his touch and lost myself in it, hoping that this wouldn't be the last time. 

I rocked my hips against his hand, my clit rubbing against his finger. Mark 's eyes lifted up to mine then brought his mouth to my soaking wet cunt. I smiled down at him; my body was aching for this release. He'd been warned and dismissed it. He was in for a bit surprise. 

I whimpered as I felt his tongue touch my clit. I tilted my head back, my long, dark brown hair spilling over my shoulders and closed my eyes. Mark's tongue entrapped my clit, pulling it between his lips as they puckered around it, suckling softly. 

His sucking became more intense, his licking grew faster, and my moans grew louder. I was getting closer and closer: about to explode! 

I began to quiver all over, my heart racing, my stirring getting much more intense. I began to grind my hips against his face. Mark nursed against my clit, pinning it against the roof of his mouth with his tongue, his moans escaping from his lips, vibrating against me. I could feel my climax start to rush over me and the pressure inside my wetness intensified until I couldn't hold it back any longer! 

I exploded all over Mark, covering his face, head, shoulders and the rest of his body as my cum came showering down on him. My body was tense from the strength of my peak.

He didn't move, he kept right on licking until he felt me begin to relax a bit. 

As he took his mouth from my clit, he wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand and smiled at me.

"Damn girl, you weren't kidding." 

At first I was getting ready to say goodbye to him but he spoke before I could. He asked me when we could do this again! The man was completely covered in my cum. The carpet would have to be cleaned, since a nice sized puddle had formed around him, not to mention the other puddle about two feet passed him where my unblocked flow landed. 

I couldn't believe it. I found a guy I liked and he didn't mind my talent. This one is a keeper!

Spanking

Written 29/1/2009

Now I knew she was serious. She ignored me as I disrobed. I was a little slow to see what she would do, "Hurry up! What do you think this is anyway, bitch . Get those rags off and in that bag!"

Now I really knew who was in charge. I placed them in the extra garbage bag that was inside the plastic pail, tied up the sides in a granny knot, and raced into the bathroom. I turned on the shower to a nice warm, strong stream, and began washing my hair. Soon, I was washed, cleaned and shaved.

I vigorously dried myself, combed and dried my hair, and brushed my teeth. As soon as I opened the door, I was grabbed and faced toward the bedroom door. "You barely made it, bitch.  Don't turn your head. Keep your nose to the door. You are my bitch now, ."

I listened for Mistress Neta as she walked away from me. She went into the bathroom and took a shower herself. I knew better than to move. I was never sure when she might be looking. Even though the water was on, I couldn't be sure she wasn't in the shower. It seemed like a long time. I could see out the peep-hole and felt very exposed as I watched people pass by and enter and exit their rooms. What seemed like a long time was probably not. About 30 minutes later, I heard Mistress Neta's voice behind me, "Don't move . I'm putting a blindfold on you."

This was no ordinary blindfold. First, Mistress Neta put a sleeping blindfold over my head. These blindfolds are usually used to sleep in. And, they are quite effective at keeping the light out. But, next, Mistress Neta put a bandana around the blindfold and tied it snugly on my head. "There, that should keep you deprived of your sight, bitch."

"Now, put your hands behind your back." Soon, I heard the tell-tale click of handcuffs and felt the cold metal against my skin. "That should keep your hands from getting into trouble. And these should keep you from running away." The next feeling I had was what felt like handcuffs on my ankles. This confused me. I knew none of the handcuffs I had would even fit!

"These are leg-cuffs. I bought them from a supplier. When you walk, take small steps. There is only about two feet of chain between them. I don't want you falling. I can't damage my property."

"Now, turn around bitch. Slowly. I'll guide you." Mistress said.

Mistress Neta was treating me, truly, like a bitch. As soon as I was turned sufficiently, Mistress Neta stopped me. Then, I felt something rough around my neck. It was a collar. It felt skinny, but big enough to be a dog's collar. Soon, a leash clicked into place around the front of my neck.

"I will lead you now. Follow the pull of the leash, My bitch, and you will be quite safe."

Following the leash, I had no idea where I was going. Soon my cock clit began to enlarge and grow to a full erection.

"Now, sit back . There is a chair behind you. When you sit, make sure your knees are parted."

I moved back, hesitantly, until the front of the chair bumped the backs of my legs. Now I knew where I was going. The feeling was reassuring. I sat down and spread my legs as asked. My handcuffed wrists stuck out behind the back of the chair.

"Now," Mistress Neta announced, "to instill your total subservience to Me. You'll have to be trained. And, I enjoy training My boys through spanking.  You won't be disappointed. 20 strokes ought to be enough, but, to make sure, I think I will write down some numbers on pieces of paper and let you pick the additional strokes that should make you remember your spanking."

I know Mistress Neta is REALLY serious and my cock clit responds by getting as hard as I think it has been in quite a while. But, how was I going to pick those pieces of paper?

Soon, I found out. Pressed into my face was a hat. I couldn't figure out what kind of hat it was since I hadn't worn any. But, that's what it was. "Open your mouth and grab a piece of paper, . There are five in there." Mistress Neta shook the hat a little and replaced it over by face. I opened my mouth and found nothing. So, I stuck out my tongue and touched a piece of paper, brought it to my lips and held on. I signalled that I had one.

"Ok, let's see what we have here." Mistress Neta took the paper from my mouth and giggled. "oh bitch , you are going to get it. This is pretty good. This piece of paper has the number 20 on it! You will be getting 40 on the pussy arse. After this spanking, you will truly serve Me as will be expected of you.

Mistress Neta began tugging on my leash. I got the signal and stood. "What's next Mistress Neta?"

"Did I give you permission to talk, bitch? I don't think I did. How would you like to pick another number out of the hat?" I shook my head. "I didn't think so, . Consider that a warning."

Mistress Neta then pushed me from behind so that my calves met the bed. I wasn't sure what side. She helped me up to my knees on the bed. "Now, I have planned this for quite some time, as if you didn't notice. In front of you are three instruments. One will be my hand. The other will be your very own belt. And the third will be a paddle. They don't lay in order in front of you. You will pick a number from 1 to 3. I will then pick that instrument from right to left using the number you give me. I will then use that instrument to give you your well earned spanking. Now pick, My bitch ."

This was very interesting and exciting. Not only was I being deprived of most of my senses, I was having to pick my own outcome in this punishment! I was in control of my destiny yet, Mistress Neta was in total control. It was driving me wild.

I have not experienced anything like this.  It was erotic/semi-humiliation/and very exciting.

I was apprehensive. I could pick any number, and it could be anything. I decided not to waste any time and anger Mistress Neta. So, I picked number two.

"Ah, you got lucky. It is only the paddle." Only the paddle!?! Oh my…

Mistress Neta stood me up and began to tease me. She knew how much I like my cock clit stimulated in any way. She gently caressed my balls and traced her soft fingers around the head of my cock clit. Pre-cum had already oozed out the tip, but she spread it around to make room for more to come.

Surprising me, Mistress Neta sternly turned me around and unfastened the handcuffs. But, before I could do anything, she left my right wrist secured, brought my wrists in front of me, and relocked the handcuffs. Then, I was bent over Mistress Neta's knees. I was beginning to get apprehensive.

Mistress Neta carefully made sure my cock clit was between her knees. I could tell she was naked, and enjoying herself. Even though I couldn't see, I knew she was smiling. And, she was enjoying this. So was I.

The first 'blow' fell with a resounding SMACK. It didn't hurt too much. But, no sooner than I began to think about how intense it was, another fell *SMACK*. Gradually, Mistress Neta paddled my pussy arse, slowly increasing the intensity. All through the spanking, Mistress Neta made sure to move her thighs about, mostly up and down. This was sheer torture for my cock clit which was buried between her chocolate thighs. Several times I came close to cumming...she knew it. And, she laughed each time. By 30, I was praying she would stop early. But, she didn't. She prolonged my anxiety. At 30, she slowed the pace of her 'blows' waiting for a random amount of time between each one. She also made each stroke much harder. At 38, she warned, "Now, these last two are going to be quite hard. Don't move...or I shall have more fun with you later on, bitch ." As promised, the last two were quite hard. However, they probably felt worse than they actually were after all the others I received.

She let me recover a few minutes and caressed my red pussy arse rubbing in what I thought was baby oil. My pussy arse was hot, but it was going to be soft too.

Mistress Neta again guided me to my feet. This time, I was led to a bed. Carefully, Mistress Neta helped me lie face up on the bed. I heard Mistress Neta enter the bathroom. The wait was terrible. But soon, Mistress Neta was back...

The Squeeze

written: 28/8/11

Strong hand for squeezing

On our sides, we continued to kiss passionately.  The temperature was high, the emotion was very high. 

I pulled his head closer and sucked on his tongue.  I pushed my tongue to invade his mouth.  He loves when I do this.  He gasped with pleasure, he mewled in pleasure.  I pushed him on to his back and pushed my body weight down on to his chest.  He gasped again.   His breathing constricted by my weight.  My hand went around his throat and squeezed… I repeated this action three times and each time he gasped for breath.  His face was flushed with the excitement, his cock had grown harder underneath me.  Oh the excitement for him.  Feeling my power.  His head was still hanging over the bed and I observed his excitement showing in his face; his murmuring, panting, gasping and mumbling of my name repeatedly.

I slid down, leaving a wet trail down his stomach.  His cock was rock hard beneath me and I slowly lowered my Royalness down on to his cock.  It was pure heaven as I felt the envelopment of his cock.  He moaned loudly.  My hand went around his neck again and squeezed and I felt him spasm within me.  His eyes were large with lust, his tongue was licking his lips as he continued to moan with pleasure.  What a rush.

I rode him for a while.  The sliding of my Royalness down his pretty little cock was divine.  Up, Down, Up Down.  Slowly at first as I watched his eyes, watched his passion, watched his love for me.  He loves to feel my physical strength, my sexual power.

It was exquisite.  I sat back and pushed down onto his cock and felt it go deeper within me – that was fucken awesome.  He kept whispering “Mistress, Mistress, you are the best Mistress in the world.”  I leant forward, stared into eyes, leant back, then proceeded to fuck him fast, hard and fast.  He was panting and mewling with excessive excitement.  I kept fucking him fast and brought myself pleasure – it was a beautiful orgasm.  After all, it was all about my pleasure.

After I climaxed, I raised myself off him – after all, no need for him to orgasm this was my pleasure scene.  I smiled at him, kissed him and then strode off to the toilet to release my bladder.  Aah very satisfying.

Welcome to August stories

My beautiful slave...

written 9/3/2009

Yes, you are My beautiful slave ... I am extremely excited and I really want to Strap On fuck you, slave, you look so handsome, collared and naked.  I direct you to stand up...

I push you up against the wall, spread your pussy arse cheeks, lubricate My fingers, insert My fingers into your pussy arse, and when you are stretched just enough I slowly work My whole hand into you.  You yelp, stiffen but endure.  I fuck you fast and hard but steadily whilst pulling your delicious cock clitty.  You moan, groan, sigh, pant, whimper, and murmur for more...you want more…  My bitch, My slut I want to hear you scream and yelp in pain which I know will eventually transform into pleasure… when you finally relax and enjoy your Mistress’ devoted attention to fucking your pretty pussy arse, I remove My hand, direct you to turn around, extend My hand towards you and order you to lick it clean of all your shit while I continue to caress your cock clitty… you moan with pleasure – you know it is such an honour to suck My fingers and proceed to lick My hand clean all the while entranced while I look into your eyes… and all the while you think how you love the extreme intensity Your Mistress brings to our fuck sessions…

Lucy...

written 18/12/2009

Undress for Me, bitch lucy, lean up against the wall, hands down by your side, push your pussy arse out for Me and spread your legs...let Me see your pussy balls hanging

now tell Me that you want My Strap On cock, bitch lucy... and you want some rough fucking... hard fucking... extreme fucking… you want to feel your Mistress inside you... I move up behind you.... and slide my fingers into your pussy arse... your pussy arse is stretched a little more... and your Mistress can push four fingers in a lot more easily now... you push your pussy arse outwards meeting My sliding fingers…

As I fuck you in your pussy arse and pull your cock clit, you find it difficult to remain upright against the wall, you start to pant from the pleasure your Mistress is bringing... I allow you sag again the wall... but continue My relentless aggressive fucking of your pussy arse, bitch lucy… you are now screaming and you are close to orgasm...   I pull My fingers out of your pussy arse, and cease pulling your cock clit... I move away… your disappointment is obvious…

Your pussy arse is shining from the lubricant... your cock clit is wet from the precum you are producing... you are panting.... you are pleading with your eyes for Me to finish you off... I stand and watch you yearning for more of My love... My truly magnificent love fucking

You groan aloud, whispering for Me, your Mistress, to push My whole hand into you.... “please its what I want... its want I need”... My hand is well lubricated just as your pussy arse is... and I slowly push my hand into your arse... and you squeal from the pressure and pain encompassing you... yet you push your pussy arse out to meet My fist...I proceed to fuck you hard and fast, My delicious bitch...

Visualise... half My arm up deep inside your pussy arse... hard and fast...as I fuck you I reach around to your very hard cock clit and start pulling it... You are thrusting back and grunting with intense excitement... your cock clit is saturated with precum…it is streaming everywhere… slut.

You crawl towards Me...

I command you to move on to the plastic sheet, remain still down as I position Myself on your pussy arse.  I commence to piss My Golden Nectar down the crack of your pussy arse - long and hard – My bladder is rather full and I need somewhere to piss... so why not on you, My toilet bitch...

As I piss, I command you to pull your cock clit hard and fast... obediently, you do... although with a little difficulty as you are trying to balance on 3 limbs and pull your pretty cock clit simultaneously – I continue to piss down your pussy arse... My piss enters your arse since it is stretched from the fist fucking... and you are screaming like the bitch that you are.... screaming in total pleasure that is... when I have finished... I kick you over onto your back, you are now bathing in My piss, I sit on your face... while you are still pulling your cock clit... you lick my thighs and My Royal Pussy clean... well, as clean as you can since there is Golden Nectar everywhere.... you pull your cock clit, grunt, albeit a muffled grunt, due to My Royal Pussy smothering your slut mouth... you suck and lick Me, and then I whisper “you may cum now, slut” .... you cum explosively... My next words are…”and of course, you know what to do next, My dirty slut bitch, bitch lucy, – don’t you?”. mmmmm

I want...

written 26/7/11

I want to beat him – definition of “beat”: face slapping, kicking him, stomping him with my high heels, pinching him, punching him, strangling him, biting him, and clawing him.

A darkness resides within me but it is necessary to keep it restrained… I know I have the power to hurt, even harm… I don’t want to but I so want too!

I look at him, and he is too beautiful to hurt the way I want to so I will enjoy him in other ways… milder ways, tamer ways, softer ways because he is… extra special.