miss alexia - Part 4

written by my slave A - Nov 2014

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After the passion of yesterday's scene with slave Alicks and Stephen...Mistress Neta was flushed with enthusiasm for her new toy...miss alexia.

She so enjoyed pushing his boundaries...and teaching / leading him through this lifestyle of Kink...they emersed themselves in such pleasure and invented new ways to amuse themselves...with this new dynamic, Mistress had found something she had not found before.

She revelled in the thought of her slut...she decided to take it to the next level...she decided to transform her slave into a whore...a cock sucking slut that obeyed her every command!!!

Over the coming weeks she trained her beautiful slave in the art of grooming and deportment...she force feminized and emasculated him...she broke him down piece by piece...re modelling him in the female form...she had him locked in strict chastity...his once proud manhood shrivelled and confined...there would be no escape...she tormented him and punished his every infraction...if she was to reach her final goal...there could be no release!!!

She milked him once a week to relieve his tension...this was humiliating for the slave...he was strapped down to her work bench on his hands and knees...he was not released from his device...she squeezed his balls and made him struggle...he strained against his bonds...his powerful muscles flexing and glistening with his sweat...she slap's him hard!!! across his arse and tells him to settle down. The Mistress takes her time as she explains her expectations of her slave...she puts on a latex glove and gently lubes up his arse...she works her fore finger in deeply...and begins to massage his prostate...this usually takes up to half an hour for her to drain her slave...so she takes this time to reassure her slave that he is serving her well...she explains that the purpose of this training is to fulfil a service for her...she tells him that in order to serve her he must accept his new role...and embrace his femininity!!! 

She continues to milk him...and eventually a long steady stream of cum oozes from his clit...she drains it into a bowl for him to enjoy...she takes a seat in front of him and spoon feeds him his dessert...he reluctantly accepts his jism as a service to his Mistress...and she looks on knowing that her slave is becoming her perfect slut.

As his next leave swing approached she intensified his training...he was made to wear frilly pink pants and bra at all times...he was to be freshly shaven everyday...at night she would lock him in his cage and play female hypnosis programs to him...over several weeks she began to notice changes in his behaviour...she trained him to suck cock...he spent hours worshipping her massive strap on cocks...she trained him to take it in the arse...Mistress would insert an inflatable butt plug in his arse and use it to stretch his arse wide!!! she borrowed a fucking machine from one of her friends and would leave him hooked up to it for hours...

She told him that during the next 4 weeks he would be totally transformed and made to live as a woman...the slave accepted his fate...he knew his Mistress knew what was best for him...and it pleased her greatly to see her slave languishing in his depravity!!!

She told him that during this time he would be having plenty of sex...and that she had decided to put him on the pill...so that he would not get pregnant. Mistress informed her slave that there were some side effects for a male when taking the female contraceptive pill...with a steady flow of the female hormones he should expect his breasts to enlarge...but she said this would only enhance his sex appeal and fill out his bra...he could expect his testicles to shrink and his sex drive to drop off...but that this was ok because from now on he would have no use for them...

She informed him that she intended to take other lovers...and that he would be required to serve them as their maid...the look on his face said it all...as a tear ran down his cheek and his mascara ran...she could see that her intentions were true...

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The Story - Part 8

 It was now Sunday morning, and slave was awoken by his Mistress...she informed that his induction was complete and that now his service would commence.

After 2 days of intense Domination, Degradation and Humiliation...he was broken and beaten...and glad that his Mistress was satisfied!!!

She took him up stairs and told him to clean himself up and prepare for service...as per her direction he showered and shaved and scented his body with her perfume...he was to be clean and slightly  feminine in his presentation.

Once this task was complete, he attended to his Mistress and assumed the slave position for inspection.

Mistress took her time...she finished her coffee and then inspected her slave...she admired the welts and bruises that she had inflicted on him...she ran her hands all over his body and caressed him and absorbed his sweetly scented body...she then took his wrists...and shackled him into his leather cuffs...locking them shut with padlocks...then his ankles were manacled and locked...with a heavy connecting chain joining them...to restrain and control his movement.

She then produced their contract and a copy of his roster of chores...he was to be in service to her for 12 hrs of everyday...he would be allowed 30min of personal time for every 2hrs of service...in that time he would be allowed...with his Mistress's permission...to go to the toilet...feed himself...and attend to his presentation...all chores would be done to his Mistress' complete satisfaction...and any chores that were incomplete or unworthy would have to be re-done in his own time...punishments may be required to guide him toward better performance!!! His day would consist of;

6.30-7.00:  prepare for service.

7.00-9.00:  Breakfast.

9.00-9.30: personal time.

9.30-11.30:  Morning tea and chores.

11.30-12.00: personal time.

12.00-14.00: Lunch.

14.00-14.30: personal time

14.30-16.30: Afternoon tea and chores.

16.30-17.00: personal time.

17.00-19.00: Dinner.

After dinner service is complete, any chores that needed to be re done or punishments required...would be dealt with!!!

She informed me that in the first instance ...until further noticed...my personal time would be spent downstairs on the toilet...I would not be allowed to sit on the seat...but would have to remain seated on the cold rim and face the wall...I said "thank you Mistress"...She said "aren't I a generous Mistress?"..."yes Mistress"...

She informed me that tonight she would be visiting her submissive...and that even though she would not be present...that my training would continue...I was to be locked in my cage...with one of her largest strapon cocks and I was to practice my cock sucking...I would be given a fresh stick of bright pink lipstick...and I was to re-apply after every 5 min...I was to required to suck this cock until I had used the entire lipstick and that she would be setting up her webcam in front of my cage...and she would be checking up on me during the night...and if she logged on and I was not sucking that cock...there would be serious consequences!!!.......

Mistress observed her slave via webcam as he practiced his sucking of her largest strap on cock.  She was impressed with his progression – he had managed engulfing ¾ of it and it was 11 inches long.  he really was a cock loving slut and she was looking forward to putting him to service as a cum slut in their future.  her submissive agreed his Mistress had a talented cock sucking slut in her service.  He, himself, was eager to see how well slave alicks could suck his cock and make him cum.  Of course, he would wait until his Mistress decided when this scene would occur between both sub and slave.

Mistress was enjoying the gradual feminine change in her slave and decided they would go out shopping together to choose something pretty for him to wear out to a play party in their future.

The next day, she had her slave go shower, no shave, dress in jeans, t-shirt, jacket and boots.  Of course underneath this attire he would be wearing pantyhose, cock ring, and purple panties.  She decided it was time for him to wear bras.  The purple bra he would be wearing was a matching pair to the purple panties.  his hair was looking longer… very attractive.

Off they drove to Myer in the city.  They walked along Murray Street, slave walking 2 steps behind his Mistress on her left hand side.  They walked into Myer and it was bright and welcoming.  They rode up the lift as his Mistress wasn’t too keen walking upstairs.  They went to the section where all the designer clothing was displayed.  Now, slave, I want you to walk around and choose a dress you feel would suit your feminine nature.  you flushed, and immediately turned to the first rack to peruse the garments.  I pretended to be interested in the clothing but watched to see how you were coping with females around you, female clothing in your face…everywhere, and your Mistress close by.  You initially flicked through the items as nothing was appealing and you so wanted your Mistress’ guidance but she wanted you to choose.

After 30 minutes of perusing of the garments, you looked over at your Mistress to let her know you found something.  She walked over and looked.  It was black knee length dress with a pink band around the waistline.  Very classy.  Mistress was impressed with your taste.  I like it bitch.  Go put it up to yourself in the mirror over there.  Oh no, you thought  but did so.  Let’s go view some shoes.  Over to the shoe section we moved.  you weren’t too sure about this as some of the female assistants were watching, and wondering, however you felt fine about that as your Mistress was with you.  you started to look at shoes that may suit, and amazingly, you found a low heeled pair black pair, with a pink bow on the front.  I said… try them on.  you were shocked but, but, but Mistress everyone will see.  Mistress said, yes they will.  you really were not comfortable with exposing yourself in this manner and stammered again.  Mistress’ eyes narrowed and said you try one of them on now or you will be in IMMENSE trouble.  "Don’t fuck with me, bitch". you looked at her and could see the simmering anger.  you sat down took off your boot, and tried on the right shoe.  I said stand up and look in the mirror.  you did.  Now put the other one on and walk for me.  I sat, and watched.  you did as you were told.  You loped.  I said, walked more daintily.  It was amusing to watching such a virile man try to watch daintily.  you did well.  Ok, put your boots back on and lets purchase the shoes and dress.  you were relieved, and off we went to the counter.  you purchased the items, and I said to the salesperson as we left, the shoes and dress will look divine on him.  She smirked, and I chuckled, you hung your head down, horrified yet excited, and nervous.  Nervous because you had a feeling you would be disciplined once you got home for hesitating in trying on the shoes…

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.


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Predicament Fantasy 1

Predicament Fantasy 1, written by paul 5/8/12.

I receive an e-mail from Mistress Neta the morning of the night we will be having a session.  It was just a simple list of a few things to bring.

The list included to get a self screwing hook, one that is of reasonable size and strength but not too big that will leave too big a hole . I was certainly curious, I bought a few different hooks as to make sure I had exactly what Mistress wanted and went home to prepare and shave myself for Mistress before meeting her at her Hotel .

I arrive and enter the room I see the stunning Mistress Neta, I automatically strip and kneel in the slave position, I dare not speak or look at Mistress until given permission.

Mistress grabs the bag with the hooks and tells me to follow her , we get to the door of the bathroom and she tells me to stand , she pic's a reasonable sized hook and tells me to screw it into the top of the door frame of the bathroom, i finally get it screwed in as Mistress very roughly squeezes my nipples telling me they are in for a very very rough nite, then she laughs and tells me to get back on my knees and follow her to the lounge area , mistress roughly pulls my balls down so they are stretched and places the parachute around My balls clipping it in place she then tugs on the chain , I whimper and she slaps my face HARD and tells me to shut up and stop moaning.

Mistress then take a seat and tells me to go run the spa , I then go and prepare a glass of Drambuie, some strawberry's and some Lindt chocolate on the serving tray and take it into the bathroom and place it on a stand next to the spa.

I then return to Mistress who is waiting , I kneel next to mistress and she has a very evil smile on her face, I have no idea what to expect , she then picks up a thick latex hood and pulls it over my head, it has no eye holes, next i feel an inflatable gag go in my mouth and the buckle tightened so it is pulled deep into my mouth, it is then pumped till my jaw aches , i then hear Mistress tell me today i will suffer for her pleasure and it is going to be a long night for me. I am then told to stand and Mistress leads me by my collar to the doorway, she attaches wrist and ankle cuffs  and then tells me to bend over, I then feel Mistress's lubed fingers probe my ass hole working it open, then she inserts the inflatable, vibrating plug in my ass, she pumps it enough for it to stay then continues.

Next i'm told to spread my legs , Mistress attaches my ankles to a spreader after stretching my legs even further apart , next i feel a tug on the ball parachute , my mind races as i wonder what she is doing, Mistress ties a cord between the leg spreader and my parachute, pulling till my knees are bent quite a bit and the she ties the cord off. I'm left in very crouched position as i cannot stand as it pulls my balls with every movement.

Just as I think that may be it Mistress attaches my wrists to my collar up behind my head so now it's even harder to balance and keep weight off my balls , next i feel a sharp sting in my nipples as Mistress squeezes them, she works them till they are nicely stretched and then applies nipple clamps. the type that tighten more as you pull them . I then notice a feeling of a piece of chain between them, and it doesn't take long to work out why.

Mistress then pulls the chain straight up till i let out a loud moan as I try to stand to relieve the pulling on my nipples, only to realise as i try to stand i pull very painfully on my balls. Mistress keeps pulling on my nipples till I am pleading her to stop , this is when she hooks the chain to that one little hook in the door frame.

so here I am my knees bent from the cord tied to my ball parachute pulling them painfully , with my legs spread wide , my nipples stretched in the opposite direction pulling painfully the other way, with my wrists bound behind my head fixed to my collar, gagged  and when i think she is done, i suddenly feel the plug in my ass expand till I'm stretched to my limit, I am stretched in every direction and any movement either way cause pain to my nipples or balls my jaw aches and my ass is stretched, Mistress stands back admires her work , not before turning the vibrator in the plug to high, that instantly gets another sharp pain to my balls as i try to stand when it is turned on.

I then feel Mistress tug on the cord between the spreader one more time for good measure.  i again moan very loudly into the gag , she laughs and says, now time for that spa.

OMG all this suffering from one little hook in the door frame, my mind is trying to work out how to control the situation, I'm also thinking god how long will Mistress have a spa for, I don't know but I do know she is certainly enjoying watching my suffering as she relaxes in the spa sipping her drink.

And as i suffer and moan I am still proud to be pleasing Mistress Neta 

The Story - Part 7

Her slave had been busy all week...and She knew he was looking forward to the weekend...Friday night was the night of the big game...she tolerated his interest...as long as he did his chores and behaved himself...but she had decided that tonight she would flex her muscle!!! When she arrived home from work, he greeted his Mistress as was expected...a glass of sparkling wine ..and a freshly cleaned house...and greet her at the door...naked and ready to serve. He took her coat and followed her to her throne...he knelt by her side and waited for her instruction....she was in no mood for his pampering, preferring to ignore and belittle him...she commented on his posture and told him he looked slovenly and un interested...and that if he was expecting any consideration this evening he was mistaken!!!

She told him to go and stand in the corner...face the wall...and assume the slave position for waiting...she told him he must stand there for 30 min...during this time his Mistress inspected his work and made herself comfortable in her slippers and robe.

She intentionally made a mess on the bathroom floor...she stood there and pissed on the toilet seat and all over the floor...when his time was up...she summons her slave to her bathroom and scolded him for not finishing his chores...I looked at this mess and knew what I must do...typically, if I missed something...my Mistress would allow me to spot clean it...that is to clean whatever mess with my tongue...I got down on my hands and knees and licked up all of Mistress's piss...she stood there and watched...but when I was done, she informed me that tonight...this was not good enough and that the floors would need to be re done!!!

The standing rule being...that any chore not done to Mistress's satisfaction must be re done in my own time...the floors...meant every floor in every room must be vacuumed and mopped!!! That's three floors and 2hours work...she told me I could do it after I had prepared her dinner and the kitchen was clean...it was now 7pm...and the game was due to start at 8.30pm...Mistress told me to go and finish my chores whilst she settled in to watch TV. I toiled away...and worked up a sweat...and I completed my task with minutes to spare...when I came to request my Mistress's consent...I took my position on the floor in front of you...and you informed me that as I had been tardy in my service, I would have to go to bed early tonight...and with that you shooed me away...and continued watching your show...

You could tell that I was disappointed and a little pissed off...you knew that I was desperate to watch the game...but you knew you were well within your rights to punish me in this way...I respectfully left the room and went to bed...I was angry and confused...but I knew that I must

Mistress could see her slave was a little petulant from missing out on watching his favourite team.  It appears all the effort over the past week had not quite worked… the rebellion was still evident…

Mistress decided it was time for him to learn an important lesson.  That submission was not about getting his kinks and wants met.

Mistress went downstairs, kicked her foot against his cage to wake him up.  Slave looked up at her, quickly scampered like a bitch and went immediately into his kneeling position, head bowed.  Slave I have decided you need to learn a strong lesson about submission if you wish to truly remain in my realm.  you will learn to accept what I say without question or annoyance.

Now, get up, kiss my hand.  The leash was hooked onto the collar O-ring.  I pulled the leash and dragged you along.  Crawling on all fours you followed me upstairs. 

You were directed to sit at the kitchen table which had a writing pad and coloured pens neatly stacked.  You moved to where I directed, and sat down.  Puzzled… you waited for the instruction.  Now slave I would like you to write 500 lines of the following sentence:

My new favourite team is Western Bulldogs, my Mistress’s favourite team. 

slave you will write this sentence in blue pen, and every 10^th line will be written in red.  You looked at the sentence, at me, aghast within – and then said quietly – yes Mistress.  500 lines in my best writing was required as this would be framed and placed in your bedroom as a reminder.  It was 7.30am… Mistress advised there would be no drink or food until 10.00am, and a fifteen minute break, before recommencement of your ‘writing task’.

Get started.  And if your hand becomes numb, shake and flex it for one minute.  Do not lift your head until I tell you too!

slave’s eyes showed disbelief, and then resignation - he could see how serious his Mistress was.  He begun to write…

At 10.00am, Mistress informed him it was time for a break.  Slave looked up at me, teary.  He was tired, sorry, and upset.  Tired because of the writing assignment, sorry because he had disappointed his Mistress with his rebellion.  Upset… well, he barracked for WCE since he was a youngster.  That said, he loyalty and commitment was to his Mistress and he had to win back her trust… he had to show her that his submission was real, and he would work harder to prove this to her.

He had 15 minutes breathe… Mistress commanded he do 20 push ups, 20 jumping jacks and kiss her feet.  Slave was given a glass of water, glass of orange juice and 2 pieces of toast with vegemite.  It was time to return to his writing.  Another 350 lines to write…

Whilst, slave was writing Mistress went to shower.  She pondered on slave.  Was he worth all the effort she was putting into him.  This slave was the first to pass the many tests given thus far… she was a little impressed with him but he still had to jump through more hoops to prove he was worthy to be enslaved and remain within her realm for the rest of his days.

Mistress dried her beautiful body, sprayed Chanel No. 19 liberally over her body, put on her robe, and returned to kitchen to check up on her beautiful slave.  He was working hard to complete the task for her… she could tell by his posture.  He was focused and committed.  She smiled.

She walked behind him and let her smell her perfumed body.  He hesitated in his writing as he sniffed delicately then continued writing.  Mistress leant forward, kissed his neck, then bit it because she felt like it.  He flinched but continued writing.  She caressed his cock and balls, and it grew lovingly in her hand but he continued to write.

Mistress moved away and went to rest for an hour.  At 12.00pm, she would return to permit her slave to have half an hour.

With his absent of his Mistress’ presence, slave had time to think about his induction, the recent events, and his Mistress.  He was starting to feel at peace, cleansed, enlightened.  He knew he had a way to go but he knew with the guidance of his Mistress he would achieve the state of submission 100% without any doubts thereafter.  The writing wasn’t as bad now as it was when he first started.  It wasn’t so much the content that was important but the commitment to his Mistress, and to himself.  He was starting to comprehend selflessness…

slave continued to write...with the dedication required of a slave...the endurance required of this task gave him time to reflect on his life and his commitment to his mistress.

On reflection he realised that his Mistress knew best and that everything she did...she did for a reason.

She was so attentive and nurturing...and she knew just how far to push...her command of his pysch...was unparalleled...and he knew that he was blessed to be in her realm.

slave reflected on his induction and the consequence of his actions...he could still feel the heat from his interactions...and he could still taste the musk of the men that he had served...his arse was sore from the treatment it had endured!!! And he felt ashamed and depraved...it played on his mind...how could he recover from the humiliation he was served...his Mistress seemed content with his service...but he was confused...at least he had his Mistress...and he could rely on her strength...and her ability to keep him on task!!!

At 12pm his Mistress returned to inspect his work...she was well rested, but not impressed!!! She told her slave to go and prepare her lunch whilst she took a closer look at his efforts...when I returned with her lunch...I took my position at her feet...head bowed...silent...and repentant!!!

Mistress ignored me and consumed your lunch...then sent me to get some refreshment...when I returned you informed me that you were not satisfied with my performance...and that once I had finished, I would have to start again!!! After 4 hours of service I was devastated...my hand was cramping and I was desperate for some relief.

I accepted my Mistress's request and continued with my task...by the end of the day...I was relieved that I was able to complete my task...and my Mistress had had time to rest and get ready for the coming week.

When my task was complete, I presented it to my Mistress, and she told me to go and prepare her dinner, whilst she inspected my work.

Again I prepared a delicious meal for my Mistress and took my position at her feet.

After dinner I cleaned the kitchen and cleared the table...and then waited for further instruction.

Mistress informed me that I would still have to complete my chores and sent me off to clean her bathroom and make her bed...as per usual she required fresh sheets and her electric blanket set to medium...after that there was some laundry to do and the floors to vacuum...as well as mop and wipe down all the hard surfaces.

Mistress sat back and enjoyed her Sunday night movie...and when I finished my chores...there was still time to give my Mistress a foot massage...once this final most intimate task was complete, my Mistress took me down stairs and locked me in my cage and told me she was happy with my service...and that my induction was complete...and that my servitude would be accepted.

Mistress told me that tomorrow She would give me my list of chores and that I should expect to be very busy for the next month...

Your devoted slave...

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”.

miss alexia - part 3

Plans had been made for miss alexia to experience lovemaking with a male of The Head Lady’s choosing.

Ms Gawjus, Miss Cell, Ms Fire, Ms Luscious, Lady Kiss, Ms Saxy, Lady Hung, Ms Blue and Mz Cat  sat around the bedroom in comfortable high-backed chairs, sipping Sparkling wine and strawberries.

The 4 poster bed dominated the bedroom.  The burgundy and black satin linen contrasts were engendering sensuality, and heat.

Miss alexia sat on her chair beside The Head Lady and drank her Sparkling wine, nervously.  She wore a pink chamisole, pink panties, a long ash blonde wig, and 4 inch burgundy heels.  Her long legs were shaved, moisturised and perfumed, and looked stunning.

The Head Lady rang her tea bell, and a tall muscular male walked into the room, and kneeled immediately in front of her, head bowed.  All the Women admired the male specimen.  He was 6’3”, blonde, brown eyed, tanned, slim muscular, strong chest with a 7 inch cock.  His name was Stephen. 

OK, lovely Ladies, please feel free to inspect Stephen as he walks around to each of you for your personal scrutiny.  Stephen stood up and smiled shyly at the Head Lady, ignored miss alexia, and proceeded to move to each Lady for their admiring assessment.  There were murmurs of approval from everyone.  He would be a vision as he made love to miss alexia.

Miss alexia saw the vision walk through the door and felt her cheeks flush, and her heart rate accelerate.  Wow, he was hot.  She was unsure how she felt about the unfolding of this scene.  The Head Lady was an amazing woman and setting up this gathering was exhilarating but daunting.  Miss alexia was ready though, she had been thinking about this experience in a long time and it was soon to happen.

Stephen returned to the Head Lady’s feet and awaited her instruction.

She admired this beautiful boy.   She had had discussions with him about how she would like him to make love to miss alexia… missionary style, anally, then doggy style…all the while murmuring sweet nothings and sensual touching and kissing.  We, the Ladies, would watch, and we expected an impressive performance.

The Head Lady nodded her head at Stephen.  Stephen stood up walked towards miss alexia and held out his hand towards here.  She furtively looked at the Head Lady, who smiled and indicated she take his hand.

She stood up and reached up to Stephen’s eyes.  Stephen led her to the splendid queen-size bed and told her to lay down on the bed.  She edged onto the bed captivated by his hotness.  She felt her cock clit start to swell.  Stephen removed her shoes and started to kiss her toes, and unhurriedly moved up her legs.  Miss alexia was very excited as she watched the golden haired hunk ravish her, leisurely.

Loreena McKennitt’s music was lending the room a romantic atmosphere.

The Ladies sipped their drinks and chatted quietly amongst themselves enthralled by the scene before them.  Two beauties.

Stephen had deliberately moved pass miss alexia’s cock clit and moved to her chest.  The chamisole was pushed up and Stephen lovingly licked and suckled her nipples which were protruding.  Her hands were down by her side as she was not sure how to react.  She followed Stephen’s lead.  He moved up to her neck and proceeded to suck her neck leaving a large love bite.  Miss alexia gasped, then moaned softly.  His hands reached up around her neck and pulled her towards his lips.  They kissed hesitantly at first but then the kiss deepened and became very passionate.  The Ladies swooned and giggled.  This was better than watching porn on TV.  The two lovebirds kissed, and their passion and lust for each other was increasing.  Stephen moved his hand down to miss alexia’s panties and pulled them down.  His hand lightly touched her clit and she moaned a little.  The Head Lady was riveted by their performance.  She loved how her sissy was enjoying this experience.

Stephen moved down, his generous cock rock firm, and ready for some penetration.  He lifted miss alexia’s legs up over his shoulder.  He spat into his and pushed his fingers into her anal cunt, then positioned his shaft at the entrance and slowly pushed in.  miss alexia gasped with pleasure as she felt her anal cunt being stretched.  This was beyond what she ever expected.  Stephen began to thrust and she was meeting those thrusts with sluttish glee…

The Ladies were impressed with this beautiful spectacle, they felt a little envy at the personal attention miss alexia was getting from the Adonis.  Some of them decided they would experience some time with him once The Head Lady was finished with him.

The moans and groans coming from the bed was erotic.  The fucking was becoming more intense and it was very obvious the two were enjoying each other.  Miss alexia’s hands were all over Stephen’s body, caressing him wantonly, scratching, biting, grasping.  She was a dirty sexy little slut, it was beautiful to see.

They kissed passionately, tongues dancing, teeth knocking together occasionally.  They clung to each other like ocean limpets.  Stephen told her to turn over as he was going to show her some deep rigorous loving now.  She enthusiastically complied.  The sex smell was permeating the room, and the Ladies were enjoying the sights and sounds from the two as they were served their drinks and food by pet Ben.  The Head Lady noticed pet Ben surreptitiously looking over at the intertwined couple on the bed, a touch enviously.

Stephen had his strong arms wrapped around miss alexia’s stomach as he rubbed his cock in between her arse cheeks.  The slick wetness from erupting from his cock was making both of their skin shiny… the Ladies appreciated his excitement and waited with bated breath for the penetration…

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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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