Predicament Fantasy 2

Predicament Fantasy 2, written by paul on 5/8/12.

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Mistress has enjoyed a nice long spa bath, while bitch slave has been hanging in the doorway , stretched to his limits , he has no idea how long he has been in the predicament as he has been focusing the whole time on relieving his sore balls and nipples in any way possible but either way there was no relief, Mistress has enjoyed the moans coming from her gagged slave and now she wants some pleasure .

Mistress dries off after her spa and moves over to untie bitch.

His relief is instant and with a THANKYOU Mistress.  She laughs and says MY PLEASURE BITCH and laughs as she has more in store for her unsuspecting bitch.

Mistress removes the gag but leaves the hood on , and then a sharp pain comes over his nipples as Mistress suddenly removes the clamps from his nipples then very roughly helps get some circulation back into the very tender nipples.  She then unties the cord from the spreader bar to the ball parachute but leaves the parachute on .

Mistress then tells bitch it's time for her to be orally pleased, something bitch LOVES to do for Mistress.

This time though there will be a catch , Mistress Neta’s thirst for predicament bondage is not good news for bitch as he is about to find out. Mistress has bitch knelt down on all fours, Mistress then ties a cord to the leg of a heavy table and ties the other end to the ball parachute and leaves some slack , bitch has no idea what is going to happen as he is still hooded, next he feels Mistress squeeze his sensitive nipples and on go the now very cruel clamps, his nipples are on fire which leaves mistress with a glowing smile as she tells him to shut the fuck up and stop moaning, then a few good slaps to the face and bitch is silent .

Mistress then ties a cord to each clamp and pulls the cords up over bitch’s shoulders and down his back behind him and ties it also to the table, she makes sure the length is the same for the ball cord and the nipple cords.

Still bitch has no idea what is going on, Mistress then places a comfortable chair a few feet away from bitch and takes a seat she spreads her beautiful legs to expose her divine womanhood , She then explains to bitch he is going to lick Mistress to orgasm , bitch is very excited at this prospect as He Loves to lick Mistress to orgasm and taste her pussy .

Mistress then tells slave to crawl forward and please her, as slave starts to crawl towards Mistress's voice and sweet scent he suddenly feels a sharp pain in his nipples and feels his balls stretch, he now realises Mistress has tied his balls and Nipple clamps behind him  and as he moves closer to Mistress' Pussy he is torturing himself , the pain in his nipples brings a moan , yet he still has not reached Mistress's temple .

Mistress then asks in a strong annoyed tone WHAT DON"T YOU WANT TO PLEASE ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT . DON'T YOU WANT TO SUFFER A LITTLE TO PLEASE ME ??????

bitch then crawls forward till he can feel his tongue touch the holy grail of Mistress' temple, he knows he has to stretch more to get right in there and please Mistress , He feels the cords pulling his nipples up oh so painfully and the cords digging into his shoulders and down his back, he also feels the pain of his stretched balls they feel like they are being ripped off, and all this he is doing to himself only he can control the pain , but to please Mistress Neta he must push even further , he starts to lick Mistress Neta and he hears her moan in delight at the sight of his suffering as he starts to get into a rhythm.

It is hard to concentrate on the task at hand but he must endure this pain to please Mistress Neta.


(5195)

The Need

He was withdrawn when he arrived home from his long day at work.  I watched his sluggish movements around the house. 

Then it occurred to me he needed some healing treatment.

"slave, do you need a spanking?"

He looked at me, and shrugged his shoulders.

"slave, do you need a spanking?"

The immediate flush of his face told me he needed to be spanked.

I sat down on the leather chesterfield couch, and patted my lap.

He moved towards me slowly, almost shyly, and sat down on my knee.

“Now, slave, what have I said to you in our many conversations?” I said gruffly, almost impatiently.

Your eyes downcast, you spoke quietly and said, “that if I need a spanking to ask you, Mistress”.

“yes, slave that is correct”

I knew what he needed… he did not withdraw often but when he did it was time for some treatment, some catharsis.  He needed me to hurt him more sadistically than I normally would.  He need to feel pain administered by his Mistress.  He very much needed to feel pain to be cleansed, to be free from the darkness within him.

“slave, choose what state you require? I snarled”  he chose to be bare-arsed rather than clothed, and shivered in anticipation.  “Remove your clothing, slave” I stated sternly.  He quickly undressed and his body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“slave, go get my favourite strap now, place it in your mouth and crawl back to me, I demanded”.  He returned within minutes crawling towards me.  I felt his anguish, his need, and his excitement.

“come here, slave, and lay on my lap”.  He stood up and positioned his strong naked body over my lap.  I stroked his head, and whispered, “you will feel so much better after your cleansing, my slave”.  He murmured something.

I contemplate on the week, it has been difficult for him, stress at work, family problems, car needs repair, house going on the market... my mood softens, my heart opens to him "he needs this" I promptly remind myself softly rubbing his arse, I know the feeling myself... he needs the release.

I bring the strap down on his arse severely.  He gasps and jerks in my lap from the severity.

I feel him relax, he is used to my strap and hand. I regularly slap his arse, even in public.  Again, "WHACK" that time was harder... he squirms but remains in place. I know his body language, and he wants more.

Whack, Whack, on each cheek, and he jerks again, groans gutturally, but stays positioned waiting for more.  I realize I cannot give him the cleaning he needs, and that I now want to give him so I direct him to stand up and lean over the couch.  I decided to chain him to the 4 anchor points around the couch.  “go get the chains, slave”.  He almost skipped in anticipation of what he knew was going to be a harsh cleansing, bordering on cruelty by his Mistress but he knew he needed this.

He returned.  His restraint cuffs were placed around his wrists and ankles, and then the chains were attached to them, then the anchor points while he was bent over the couch, spread-eagled. 

I whispered “slave, are you ready?”  “yes, Mistress”.

"Whack, Whack, Whack" across both cheeks with the leather strap.  He struggled but could not break free even if he tried.  He was chained securely.  “do you love me, slave?”  “yes, Mistress”.

The whacks hurt, when I bring the strap down, he winces, eyes shut tight, a high pitched yelp muffled by his compressed lips. He sways his hips, silently asking for another. I hesitate for a moment and give him what he asks for, "WHACK"...

His head tips back, feet moving a bit, that one hurt, but I can tell from his breathing that it hurts deliciously. I gave him a minute to recover, and caress softly, stroking in contrast to the strap, his breathing... shallow like he is approaching orgasm... I slide a finger along his cock and feel the wetness leaking on the couch and down his shaft and balls. I caress his length and he sighs.

I move my hand away, and bring down the strap.  He grunted in pain.  Whack", a guttural moan escapes his lips, and then he says "again" under his breath, "Whack" he howls in ecstasy.  I swing the strap, it whistles in the air, he flinches, just before it meets his flesh. He yelps.  It was a pleasure to hear his pain.

He has had too much, I know that if we continue he will want more and more... the endorphins have blocked all pain. His body would bleed before she asked me to stop.

I pushed my hand between his legs and stroked his cock again.  The wetness was excessive.  The pain and pleasure was accepted yet he wanted more.  He begs “no, don’t stop the strap, Mistress”.  I press down on his body and he struggles, his body and mind wanting more.  I know it is time for him to stop, he needs to come down, he needs to rest but out of generosity I give him five more straps, extremely hard, and he cries.  His arse is bruised and battered.  He collapses fully onto the couch.  I remove his restraints, and I help him to the floor.  I wipe the sweat away covering his body.  His breathing his shallow, his cock his hard.  I kiss his lips, and hold him.  He is exhausted and needs to sleep but before I lead him to bed, I sit down onto his cock and let him feel the comfort of me engulfing him, his Mistress.  He orgasms, I kiss him again, lead him to bed, wrap him in my arms, rocking slightly.  He continues to cry, and my heart breaks but I know he will feel much better in the morning.  His cleansing has been achieved, I smile inwardly “he is such a good boy”.  

He whispers to me just before he drifts off to slumberland “thank you for understanding what I need, Mistress”.

First Strap On experience - Part 2

Chapter Three – Moving Violation

She stepped close and carefully but firmly forced the ball gag between my reluctant lips.

She smiled sweetly as she let her hand trail down my chest.

Then she stepped back into the inky darkness of the basement for a moment. She returned rolling a large sturdy metal work table out of the darkness until one end was pressed tightly against my stomach.

As she did this, she was careful to first stroke my semi hard erection to iron hardness. Then, with infinite care, she pushed my cock down until the head went below the level of the table top.

There was a surprise there for me. Soft warm, wet plastic lips enveloped my hard cock and I gasped at the sensual experience.

"I had this table specially modified to suit your needs when I knew you were coming by." She said softly, her eyes full of lust, "By the time I'm done, you and this table will be on the most 'intimate' of terms, I'm sure."

She bent down and locked the wheels in place.

She was much stronger than she looked and it took very little effort for her to release my bound hands from their position above me and retie them to the far end of the table.

I did put up an effort to resist her but it was pretty much a foregone conclusion as to where I was going to end up.

I was now nude and bound with legs spread wide. I was bent over a sturdy table and my cock was being treated to a pleasurable plastic fuck by this cruel beautiful woman who planned to use me.

That I was gagged mattered not at all to her. The only thing I could say to stop her were my 'safe' words and I wasn't going to use them unless I was in trouble.

"I'm going to enjoy fucking your virgin arse!" She whispered passionately into my ear, "You're going to enjoy it too!"

I turned and tried to glare defiantly at her as her stilettos clicked in a small arc until she stood directly behind me.

I felt my stomach lurch as she placed the head of her dildo between my arse cheeks.

"Push back as I push in and it won't hurt so much." She said, as though waiting for a reply.

When none was forthcoming, she sighed and added, "Or not...It's your choice as to how much this has to hurt."

I felt quite helpless and that was the point of all of this: for me to feel vulnerable and so aroused and the hands of a cruel and beautiful woman.

She placed both hands on my hips and slowly and carefully began to insert her plastic dildo cock

I was careful to push back as she had instructed. It was my deepest and darkest desire to be sodomised by an experienced female.

I felt both terribly aroused and at the same time, very ashamed.

My breath was coming in short sharp gasps around the gag and I could feel myself trembling.

She could also see this and commented, "Oh, so you're shaking with anticipation are you?"

I groaned, as much in fear as in defiance.

She laughed and continued to press home the well greased dildo monster.

Finally, she was all the way in. I could feel her mound through the harness as she ground against my well whipped and muscular backside.

I groaned again, the feeling of fullness a new sensation for me.

She withdrew the dildo cock part way out only to press it all the way in again.

I arched my head and opened my hands wide. My eyes bulged in surprise and she laughed.

"Did you think I was just a one pump chump?" Her sardonic question left me wondering how much I was going to have to take.

So there I was, nude, whipped and bound while bent over a table. I was being arse fucked and there was little I could do.

But that wasn't the really difficult part. My cock was being pushed and pulled within a warm wet artificial mouth and I was turned on beyond measure.

Only my pride kept me from humping her back in the most wanton of ways.

I'm sure that she knew what I was feeling. Her little comments about how much I was enjoying my invasive anal fucking let me know this.

It seemed like a pleasurable eternity but it was probably no more than a few minutes before I could feel and hear her building to a climax.

She shouted and pressed into me as she orgasm.

Mentally, I urged her on. Never had I felt such intense sexual feelings. It was all I could do not to come when she did.

With my arse full of her dildo phallus, she bent forward and I could feel her hands, then her breasts and finally the side of her sweet face pressed against my back as she spoke.

"I enjoyed that!" She said, "I'm going to whip you now and I want you to fuck this table!"

I gasped around the gag as she withdrew the dildo monster. It exited with a wet plop.

Her stilettos clicked as she reclaimed the whip and took up a position to strike me.

I tried to yell around the gag but she was having none of it.

"If you don't fuck the table, you'll just have to suffer the whipping...Instead of enjoying it!" She admonished me.

I bowed my head and tightened up my body in anticipation of the whip's fiery kiss.

If it hadn't been for my still iron hard cock imprisoned in its warm wet dungeon, I'm sure I could have lied to myself about how this was a rape.

It wasn't. I wanted this and I was simply very embarrassed about it.

Chapter Four – Orgasm

"Are you ready?" She asked with a soft but cruel undertone to her voice.

I tried to remain silent but a low groan escaped before I could squelch it.

She laughed.

She began to whip me then; lightly at first but progressively harder as it went on.

Her first stroke was to my arse. The second was to my upper back and so it went. I tried to remain as still as I could but as the blows became harder, I found myself involuntarily fucking her table to get away from the pain of the whipping.

After about twenty strokes she spoke.

"Now I will show you what a real whipping is about!" She breathed softly, her voice full of lust.

Suddenly, I sensed a change in her. A tensing of her body and a rasp in her breathing I had not heard before.

She drew back the whip and it whispered through the dark basement air. Then I felt its fiery kiss land on my arse like a hot brand. It was much harder than the first few had been.

I yelled through the gag and tried involuntarily to pull away from it. This was a much harder stroke than I was used to.

I found my iron hard cock was pushed forward in its sensual prison. The sexual feeling was intense and I was shocked to find so much pleasure mixed with so much pain.

She laughed.

The second stroke landed on my upper back and again I yelled.

She spoke again, "You have a choice: you can fuck the table with light strokes or you can fuck the table with hard and painful strokes. But You Will Fuck My Table for My Pleasure and I Mean Right Now!"

Her voice rose as she finished.

It was in me to fight her but then she said something else.

In a gentler voice she asked, "Don't you want to please your new Mistress?"

It was like a dash of cool water and in my heart I new I wanted to put on a show for this beautiful creature.

Although I still felt embarrassed, I began to fuck the table while she watched.

Nude, bound and well whipped, my muscular body jerked and pulled against and then with, the hard table and soft plastic mouth that still imprisoned my iron hard dick.

I could hear her breathing loudly as I fucked her table. Her strokes continued to fall on my arse and back but they were much lighter and I knew that I could bear them easily.

The sexual tension in my iron hard cock began to build and I was on my way to coming for my new Mistress.

She undid my hands, straightened me out and re-tied them above my head. I did not resist her but took the time to gaze upon her face and deep into her lust filled eyes.

She took a moment to unlock the wheels of the table and move it out of sight.

When she returned, she had a chair in one hand a bottle of lubricant in the other.

Her eyes were sparkling as she said, "You have pleased me tonight, so I am going to bring you off by hand."

So saying, she placed the chair in front of me and sat. Squirting a dollop of lubricant into her hands, she placed the bottle on the floor at my feet.

I could see her bare breasts as she reached out with confident hands to claim my erection for herself.

I groaned in passion and shuddered involuntarily.

One experienced hand braced me in place while the other rode up the shaft of my cock. It traced a firm path up to and then over the head of my sensitive erection. I gasped and convulsed.

I groaned as her hand made the return trip.

Over and over she masturbated me with a powerful stroke that had me gasping in no time.

I could feel the beginning of a powerful orgasm as I shamelessly humped her hand. Gone now were any pretences of pride or decorum.

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First Strap On experience - Part 1

I had finally given in to my darkest desires and gone to a dominatrix. We had met online and chatted quite a bit before finally meeting in the flesh. At first, I had been a bit embarrassed and more than a bit uncomfortable.

She called herself Alexandra and she was not at all what I expected.  Quite quickly, I found myself relaxing and opening up to her. She smiled and appeared down to earth and sensible.

After the initial pleasantries had been dispensed with, I told her what I had in mind. She told me the price and after I had paid it and assured her that I wasn't a cop; we proceeded with what I had asked her to do to me.

Chapter One – Bound and Whipped

She led me into the soundproofed basement of her modest middle-class house on a double lot in the middle of suburbia.

There, in the darkness of her improvised dungeon, she had me strip down before she attached fur lined leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles.

Heavy duty cables were also attached to the cuffs. She walked over to the wall, she flipped a switch. There was an electric whine as several winches slowly tightened up the slack in the cables.

In the end, I was bound spread-eagled.  My arms and legs held firmly apart. I wasn't uncomfortable but I wasn't going anywhere, either.

"I'm not going to gag you, this time." She said from slightly behind me, in a conversational voice, "I will have the answers I seek before I gag you."

She was still dressed casually and I did not feel afraid, even though I was bound nude in a strange woman's basement.

"Just to be clear; you want me to masturbate you and then whip you while I question you about your darkest desires?" She asked.

"Yes!" I said as clearly as I could.

"All right" She said warningly, "I will point out to you again the two provisos I stated over the net when we met. One, I cannot stand whining. Whine and we are done!"

I nodded clearly, hoping she would see me.

"Two, I am aroused by this shit! I enjoy tormenting men but I must know that they want me to torment them. Your safe words, are as we agreed; 'red' and 'yellow'. 'Yellow' means slow down but 'red' means stop." Her voice remained calm but I could hear an undercurrent of tension beginning to build.

I nodded again and repeated my safe words so she'd know I had heard her.

"Then let's begin." She said from behind me.

I heard her stilettos click as she walked out to stand directly in front of me.

The light above me also showed her. She stripped naked behind me and then, she put her high heels back on.

She stepped back into the inky darkness momentarily only to emerge with a riding crop.

I felt my breath coming in short gasps at the sight of her.

She stepped close to me, her hungry eyes eating up my bound nude muscularity.

Reaching out, she grasped my sensitive and vulnerable manhood with calm menace.

I gasped at the intensity of her act. She smiled ruthlessly as she rhythmically squeezed and released my growing erection.

I held as still as I could and drank in the profoundly erotic sensations. Very quickly, I was sporting an iron hard erection. A bit of precum leaked from the head of my hard, red erection as it stood proudly out before her.

She smiled down at what her efforts had produced and said calmly, "So, you can be aroused...Let us see if you can maintain it when I discipline you?"

I gasped again as she walked behind me, her hand trailing over my bound nudity as she set herself ready to whip me.

I heard her speak to me from behind as though I was in a dream.

"I will ask you only once. If I have to repeat myself or if there is any hesitation in your reply; I will punish you." She stated calmly, "Do you understand?"

When I was a bit slow in answering, her whip whispered through the dark basement air before landing with a sharp painful crack on my nude and bound body.

I arched and groaned in response.

"Do you understand?" She reiterated more sharply.

"Yes!" I gasped.

I heard the whip in the air again and I gasped in pain when it landed.

"You will answer with ma'am, as in 'Yes Ma'am!" She corrected me before stating, "Now say it again and do it correctly this time!"

"Yes Ma'am!" I gasped as she lashed me again and again.

I groaned and flinched.

She laughed at my response to her torment.

"I remind you that I get off on all this! Not only are you going to pay me a lot of money; I'm going to enjoy your suffering!" She snarled from behind me.

She lashed me again and when I refused to whine or whimper I felt her press her naked body against my burning back.

"Your defiance pleases me! See that you keep it up! But I also want you to know that breaking your spirit shall be sweet!" She whispered cruelly.

I knew that this was all part of the game we had agreed to online before we had ever met. I also knew that I could have used my safe words to cool down the action or stop it completely.

The truth of the matter was that I didn't want to. Even though my erection was now gone, I knew she would bring it back momentarily.

I was correct and as she pressed herself against me, her knowing hand snaked around to possess my flagging member. She began to rhythmically squeeze and release my cock.

I groaned in passion and growing pleasure. This woman had been paying attention when I had told her what I was aroused by.

I could feel the heat of her naked flesh on my nude and bound body. Her breath was sweet and warm against my ear as she humped the back of my thigh while slowly masturbating me.

Chapter Two – The Questioning Begins

Suddenly and without warning, she stepped back. There was a slight pause before she started her questioning.

"Are you sexually aroused by being bound?" She asked.

Obviously that was the case and I answered, "Yes, Ma'am!"

"Are you sexually aroused by being sexually touched and whipped while bound?" She questioned.

Again I answered in the affirmative.

"Uh...no, I'm not...ma'am." I answered hesitantly.

I heard her whip whisper through the air before it I felt its fiery kiss on my muscular backside.

"The only answer I will accept to any of my questions is 'Yes, Ma'am!" She snarled from behind me.

"But I have never been anally violated and I'm very reluctant to try it." I answered rather defiantly.

This then, was the crux of the matter; would she be able to dominate me in an acceptable matter and force her will upon me or not?

"Well then, it will be a new and fulfilling experience for you, won't it?" She purred.

"I...uh...I don't..." I started to say.

She lashed my backside again before reiterating, "The only answer I should hear out of your mouth is Yes, Ma'am!"

I hesitated and she struck my arse with her whip again.

"Are you sexually aroused by being anally violated?" She asked more impatiently this time.

"No! I don't want to be fucked up the arse!" I said defiantly.

I had chosen to be defiant, I thought, "Let's see how you handle this?"

There was a pause before she said calmly, "I see. Well, there is only one answer for that!"

I heard the whip whisper through the air and had just enough time to tighten up before it landed on my backside.

Again and again she lashed my bound and nude body. She kept her lashes to my arse but they stung all the more for being restricted to one area.

I flinched and struggled to keep from gasping.

"Will you answer correctly?" She snapped at me.

"No!" I gasped, a bit breathlessly, "You can't make me, either!"

She laughed ruthlessly before stepping close and grabbing my now totally soft cock.

With a few expert squeezes, she had me iron hard. I could feel her hand on my privates. I could feel her hot body pressed against me from the side. Her breath in my ear was like an aphrodisiac.

I struggled not to let her see how aroused I was by her actions.

"Maybe I'll just gag you and rape you without your consent? How would you like that?" She asked mildly, her body pressed tightly to my nude and bound muscularity.

Just the thought of her having her way with me was enough to make my now iron hard erection just that much harder.

I felt both aroused and appalled.

When I hesitated, she continued to squeeze and release my now iron hard prick but she said, "I think your lips are saying no-no but they lie. It's your iron hard cock that I'm listening to."

I gasped at the intensity of her torment and found I had to struggle not to give in.

She laughed and with one final squeeze of my dick said, "Answer me in the affirmative or I'll give you twenty five strokes on your backside without pause."

I lifted my head proudly and clenched my jaw so she would see that I would not give in.

"Have it your way." She said warningly, "Once I start, you'll receive all twenty five regardless of when you give in."

I heard the whip move through the dark basement air. It gave me another fiery kiss on my taut backside. This stroke was much harder than the previous ones.

I gasped in pain but there was no time to recover as she lashed again in quick succession. The following strokes were also very hard.

Around the fourth or fifth stroke I began to gasp and around stroke number ten, I began to groan and flinch in pain.

"Do you want me to fuck your virgin arse?" She asked without bothering to pause in her lashing.

I shook my head in defiance and she laughed before saying, "Good! I had hoped you wouldn't fold, over a little pain."

Around stroke twenty, I began to cry out as the lash landed.

After the last stroke; I heard her question me again, "Shall I gag you and use your arse for my own sexual gratification?"

I shook with effort and pain but I refused to give in. Instead, I shook my head without bothering to answer.

I heard her stilettos click as she stepped close to me. Her hand softly caressed my bruised and tender backside.

She walked in front of me so I might see her clearly.

Softly and carefully touching my now soft manhood, she looked deeply into my eyes before asking, "Don't you find me attractive enough to fuck?"

My cock began to rise at just the thought of penetrating her. She knew what effect she was having on me too. She smiled.

"Your hardening cock tells me you want to service me." She said coyly.

I looked away in embarrassment as I knew she wanted to use me in a way I had never been used.

She changed from squeezing and releasing, to stroking my growing manhood. I could feel myself becoming even more aroused.

"I tell you what; I'm going to gag you and I'm going to fuck you and there is only one thing you can do to stop me." She said softly.

I knew what she meant. If I said nothing, I was implying consent. I watched in horrid fascination as she turned and stepped back into the darkness of the basement.

She returned a moment later. Around her waist a long thick plastic dildo bobbed obscenely. Obviously it was well lubricated. Some of the lubricant actually fell from the monster as it bobbed in counterpoint to her steps.

In her hand, she held a large ball gag.

She smiled knowingly and I could feel my passion building along with my fear...

(cont'd)

Teacher / student scenario

2009 story.  One of my first writings, not great, but passable  ;)

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Now bitch, imagine – visualise that I am a School Teacher and you, bitch, are a pissy little smart arse school boy… dressed in gray shorts, white shirt, gray jumper with black shoes and socks.

I am wearing a tight knee-length black skirt, a frilly white blouse pulled firmly again My large breasts, stay up stockings clinging to My firm legs with black leather stilettos. My hair is tied back in a bun and I have a very stern look on My beautiful face, with blood red lips.  In My manicured hands, I am holding a long wooden ruler… your eyes are mesmerised by the ruler.

You are looking up at Me whilst still on your knees… you are a little fearful as you do not know why you are about to be punished, but similarly you feel a growing excitement – I, your Mistress, looks at your crotch and notes your cock clit straining against your gray shorts… you are indeed a slut, My bitch!

Upon seeing My eyes move briefly to your crotch, an arrogance emerges – this attitude is conveyed through your eyes and your posture… AND there it is… exactly what your Mistress was waiting for… I knew it was hidden, lurking below the surface… the arrogance you try to hide but rears its head… peppered terminology throughout your communications with Me – and now, it is time for your Mistress… your Teacher… to train you out of this attitude, this behaviour when you are in My presence.

I move towards you, threateningly, and you quickly bow your head, My royal cunt is near your face… you can smell My beautiful scent… your cock clit becomes harder… I move back and command you get on your hands and knees… I then move forward and whack your cunt arse with the wooden ruler… one hard whack... you grunt in pain… oh it hurts you… but you endure… I command you, My baby bitch, to remove your gray shorts – you do so quickly not wanting to suffer more of My wraith… I then inform you that I am going to whack you 20 times… it is your first time after all… and that it is important you do not scream out loud… so bitch suck it in, take the pain lavished upon you and after each stroke you must whisper – “thank you, My Mistress”.

Your training proceeds.

I commence counting… and your white cunt arse becomes a red hot cunt arse… your cock clit has shriveled… like the pissy, useless slut you are!!  I reach 10… and the ruler is really stinging your flesh now and all the while you are groaning inwardly trying not to open your mouth and scream the house down, sniveling bitch.  I reach 15… and the you do something that warrants an increase in whacks – your cunt arse tries to elude the ruler, yes, you move slightly from My wooden ruler.  I grab your hair and twine it around My fingers to keep you in place… and proceed to give you 10 (an extra 5), fast and hard… you are squealing like a pig.  Your cunt arse has red 25 red stripes and they look so hot, puffy and sore… your whole body is smarting with pleasurable pain…well, pleasure for Me… and pain for you, bitch… mmmmmm

I move away… pick up something…then return with nipple clamps which I place on your nipples… you murmur quietly…trying your best not to cry out with the discomfort…

I then request you kneel again and look up into My eyes… I watch your eyes and all I can see is fear… the arrogance is not present at all, your whole being, your posture shows Me you are very humble in My presence.

I move to My throne, I cross My legs… your eyes watch Me… waiting for further instruction.

I uncross My legs and open them wide… your eyes quickly look in hope the hope of catching a glimpse of your Mistress’ Royal cunt lips… you cannot forget the smell of her essence prior to your beating even though your cunt arse is still smarting from the beating… you feel your cock clit start to stir…

Your cock clit and balls are peeping out between your legs… I can see precum on the head of your cock clit and on the top of your thighs… you really are a slut, bitch nils… My slut bitch.

I beckon you to come towards Me on your hands and knees… You do… I pull your head to My Royal cunt lips.. and you begin to pant, your face becomes flush… I let you smell Me… My excitement is evident… My Royal Cunt always becomes wet when I beat My slave bitches… I take your hand, then take one of your fingers… and slide it into My cunt… I enjoy the sensation of your finger inside Me… I remove it and request you suck My creamy nectar… “suck your finger clean, bitch”… you are ravenous for My taste; you suck and lick your finger removing all the residue of My precious nectar… your eyes look at My cunt lips and I can see… you want more… - you are a greedy slut, a wanton slut bitch… so I…

raise My foot and kick you in the chest… you fall to the ground…hard… and then just for a moment I see a flicker of anger appear in your eyes… and so your training must recommence… you stupid fool, you silly pathetic moron…

This time I pull out My whip of 9 tails… I command you to undress… you beg, please Mistress no more I am already tender and sore… please no more…

I say “get on your hands and knees, you moronic bitch”… and you sob… tears spring into your eyes, and you know you must resign yourself to more intense training from your beautiful but cruel Mistress… your Teacher…your cruel but delectable and loving Mistress – Mistress Neta.

You remove your clothing… once you have… I proceed to beat you with the 9 tail whip… this time I allow you to scream… you receive 15 whips… your whole body is covered in red welts… and tears are streaming down your face and on to the floor… and all your can do is whisper repeatedly “Mistress Neta I am sorry, so sorry for being an arrogant and egotistical bitch”.

After your beating… I allow you to recover…

I then remove My frilly blouse which is straining against My luscious breasts which are held in place with a lacy purple bra… I beckon you towards Me… you hesitate for a brief second then move towards Me on your hands and knees… you then kneel at My feet… I pull your head toward Me and allow you to bury your face into My enormous breasts… you purr in to My flesh, you love and feel safe with Me… this is where you belong.

I then remove one chocolate breast and allow you to suckle on My large nipple… it is medicinal for you… it helps you forget about the pain your body has endured over the past half hour.  I push your head away, and look at you with something close to love… you smile at Me… and then I slap your face on the left hand side… very hard… I watch your eyes… there is no flicker of any aggression except for pain, I slap the right side… and you take it; you endure, you submit… the previous attitude you had shown was absent… I put My hand under your chin and draw you closer… I look deeply into your eyes… and discern you are learning and not playing… I now see you are beginning to understand your place…in My presence.

I stand up… above you…as it should always be… and request you to open your mouth… your mouth opens promptly… you are now very willing to obey My rules… I squat over you and proceed to piss into your mouth… some of My golden nectar dribbles out of your mouth and down your body but you are able to drink most of the nectar down…

Once I have finished urinating, I move back and wait for you to lick My royal cunt clean… you do so very willingly… you suck, you lick, you suck more… you love My taste, My softness, My being – your Mistress is close to orgasm… I then take your finger again and insert it into My cunt… it is removed and you suck My cream off your finger… I look down and see your cock clit is rock hard, red, pulsing… your precum is trickling all over the place…your breathing is heavy, your eyes are dilated, your face flushed, your cock clit is streaming copious amounts of lubricant.

I then command you to move away from Me and to sit in the corner of the room and wait for further directives from Me… you reluctantly leave My side… it hurts when you are not close to your Mistress… you want to be with Me always… it is what is meant to be…to be in My life… to serve only Me… you feel privileged I have chosen you especially such a lowly bitch as yourself and being chosen to serve such a Goddess who you so want to lavish and serve completely…

I move around the room; I have re-dressed and look as haughty as ever… your lust… your love… your want is extremely evident for Me…

I then beckon a slave to enter the room… he is large and muscular… he immediately kneels before Me at My throne.  I allow him to lick My stilettos thoroughly clean… he is honoured… his whole demeanour shows this servitude to Me… you watch… I can see you are a little distraught by what this slave is doing serving your Mistress in this manner…

I then allow him to lick My fingers… then he removes his clothes upon My request… you look at Me pleadingly… you want My attention but you know you have been banished to the corner… the slave is naked and his cock clit is fully erect… your Mistress stands up and walks around him, inspecting his slut body… you, too, are mesmerised for a moment by his nakedness… and you feel envy… envy that it is not you standing in the middle of room receiving My attention.

Your Mistress grasps his cock clit… and twists it; the slave grunts in pain and falls to his knees… which is where all bitches should be when they are in My presence… on their knees.

I then beckon you… tentatively you move towards us…once you are kneeling at My feet… the slaves rises and blindfolds you.  You hear a door open and hear footsteps… there are now 4 in the room.  Your cock clit is still hard but your hands are fidgeting…nervous about what your Mistress has planned.

Someone then guides you to the bed… and you lay down… your Mistress is whispers she has a surprise for you… then you feel someone move on to the bed and sit on your stomach… you feel a nipple in your mouth and start to suck…

You then feel a hand on your cock clit and a warm mouth envelops your cock clit and starts to suck… your moans become louder… you feel wonderful… sucking breast and having your cock clit sucked… mmmmm… before you cum… the breast is removed from your mouth and you feel wetness on your stomach; the mouth from your cock clit has stopped sucking and moved away… you are left by yourself on the bed.  You hear the door open, two people leave… you wished you could have achieved an orgasm but know that your Mistress will allow this when you believes you are worthy of release.

Your Mistress whispers for you to stand up…your blindfold is removed… you blink your eyes and look around quickly… we are alone… then a black collar with studs decorating it is placed around your neck… this gift symbolises ownership of you by Mistress Neta.  You immediately show your gratitude by kneeling at My feet and kissing My hand.  I smile arrogantly.

Erotica: Amanda Jackson - Controversial Dominatrix

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Amanda Jackson was a controversial figure and one of the few African American women working as a Dominatrix in her day, but her occupation caused a lot of drama in the small town Toonville. 

She was arrested several times on charges of abuse, keeping clients way past session times (sometimes days), leaving permanent scars, and ignoring safe words. Despite these charges, she was never convicted of any crime, due to lack of evidence. Even with her sadistic reputation, male clients found it hard to resist her charms and found themselves under her spell. Her clients admitted that she can go way over board, but most refused to testify against her and those that did, found themselves going back to her and even begging for forgiveness.

The BDSM community in that town distanced themselves away from her, claiming that she gave a bad name to the BDSM scene. The authorities were mystified by the power she had over men and the brutal torture she dished out to her clients.

When clients would come to her, it is rumored that Amanda would say to them "Are you sure? Be careful what you wish for"

Permission was sought and given to post this video and story by FemDom Artist: Alex Chapmon

A wonderful treat

An oldie but goodie...

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your Mistress walks into the lounge room dressed in my sexy white corset with a white G String and white high heeled stilettos with her long flowing black hair.  I move towards you and turn my back on you.  I bend over and pass wind into your face.  Straight away, you press your nose to my arse cheeks and sniff.  you pull Mistress' G-string down, stroke her cunt and then your fingers move immediately to touch her arse. you move upwards and proceed to lick her arsehole and massage it with your thumb.  Mistress whisper sexily, “baby boy that feels so very delicious”.

As you start eating my arsehole, I pass wind again.  you inhale the aroma.  you love the scent of my farts.  As you touch my arse, you slide your finger in and can feel a load of warm shit up inside. You pull your finger out which is smeared with your Mistress’ shit, and lick your finger clean.

I smile and lead you into the bathroom.  I request you to strip and stand naked in front of me.  your cock is rock hard, angry red and your cute balls are tight.

I demand for you to lay down on the tiled floor as I squat over you.  My beautiful arse is positioned over your chest.  I proceed to piss on your chest.  you move down so you can catch my warm urine in your mouth, you love drinking my piss; its so sweet and delicious.  you swallow as much of my nectar as you can and the rest overflows and cascades down your face.

When I stop pissing over you, I pass wind again and relax my beautiful, brown arse.  Not long after, a light brown, soft, shit oozes from my arsehole.  Mistress’ shit falls onto your chest and it feels warm on your skin. you swoon in elation. When I finish shitting, I move my arsehole above your mouth and you begin to clean it thoroughly with your tongue, oh so, very deeply.  My shit tastes, oh so, sweet to you.  Once my arsehole is clean, I stand up and place my foot into the shit on your chest and smear it all over in swirl-like patterns.  The stench is strong but not repugnant.  Next, I offer my shit-covered toes for you to suck clean.  you open your mouth widely, eagerly accepting, greedily sucking and licking my shit-covered foot, cleaning it free of poo.  The excitement of this taboo act makes you spontaneously orgasm so fucking hard, your juices shoot all over your stomach and chest.

Mistress smiles, satisfied with the result.

“Yes baby boy, you are such a good little slut, and such a talented arse licker.  I adore you, my beautiful slut boy.  Now, go and shower that residue shit off you, and come into the bedroom so I can fuck you fiercely.  your Mistress wants to fuck you with her large 9 inch chocolate dildo cock… so hurry, I’m waiting…