Interlude - Freedom or Control?

I stood before Her gazing at Her knee high boots i could not lift my eyes lest She chastise me.  i knelt at Her feet and asked Her forgiveness it had been 10 days now since i had returned and not been able to serve Her in real time!  She kicked my chest and told me to clean Her boots, i immediately started licking!  i realised that this Woman, this Supervisor Femdomme was my owner, lover, and Mistress and that i was Hers!  She attached the least to my collar and led me through the dungeon door...

She led me through an open door to an open field i was free at last but strangely, it all felt out of place!  Alas, i did not want to leave Her or Her Feminine warmth and control!  It as something i could not say in words just a feeling!  i threw my caution to the wind and turned around and went back through the door!

*written by sub dave*

Naked

Your naked, blindfolded and tied spread eagle on the table. You can hear me moving about, sometimes feeling my light touch on your body. You have no idea about how long ago I tied you down and blindfolded you. You know I will do something to you when I am ready, for now you just anticipate what will happen. You’re, uncomfortable, The Mistress wants you to suffer for a while, She wants you to think about why you were late in arriving, making The Mistress wait, is not good form. Now She makes you wait, you wonder how long it has been, how long will you have to wait, trying to move to change position does not work, you wait.

You hear footsteps, movement, sounds. You wait, not knowing what will happen, worse not knowing when it will happen, you wait.

You know The Mistress is there, you can smell her perfume, Chanel No. 19, She is the only one you know who wears that.  This is torture. You smell fresh coffee, suddenly your thirsty, you feel the hard table under you, your naked flesh on the harsh wooden table, how long has it been, minutes, hours, God, The Mistress, a sadist, I know She is watching, enjoying my discomfort.  She also knows I am leaking thinking about……. I can’t imagine what, when, how?

I pick up the knife and slowly run the blunt edge over the middle of your cock, gently caressing your shaft with the steel before moving it between your legs and lightly pressing the tip against your arse. With a precise motion, I run the sharp edge against your inner thigh, you tremble as I run it down to your knee, then back up to your cock, stroking your balls and then down the other inner thigh and back up to your cock............ I watch you tremble with anticipation of where I will use the knife next.

You feel the knife move over your cock and up over your stomach, feeling the cold steel as it touches your neck, you feel the pressure of the tip pushing on your soft and tender skin.  The pain gives you pleasure but also fear, you wonder if I will cut you or not. You take a deep breath and wait.

The blade rests on your nipple, you feel the sharp point pressing hard, moaning you enjoy the pain wanting more.  The pain makes you feel alive, giving you life that brings you the excitement that fulfils your need for the pain.  My finger pinches the other nipple, gasping, you cry out with pain, The Mistress pinches harder and the knife point pushes into your nipple further.  Moaning, crying out, The Mistress says, “There will be more pain, much more…”.

Ready, bitch?

“Ready, bitch? This is your last chance, the last time you have a choice of any kind, for a long time, if, you may leave now and forever or accept what is coming by giving me your total submission”.

In truth, the decision had already been made and there was no backing out now. I was already tightly shackled into a ‘spanking bench’ that had me on all fours, bound at the ankles, behind the knees, across the wrists, forearms and at the waist. Totally unable to move. The muscles across my broad shoulders tensing and flexing against the bonds.

Standing at my left side I see in my peripheral vision the long, black thigh boots of Mistress. My head is then wrenched up at she pulls my hair hard and gets close to my face, her sent is intoxicating. “Well, bitch?”. I look at this beautiful, powerful woman and utter the words “Yes Mistress”.

“Very well”. She clicks her fingers and her and her two slaves move from their positions in the corner where they have been standing patiently. Both of them are fully incased in latex, one looks to take the form of a small petite woman, the other a muscular male. Mistress moves in front of me, still holding me tightly by the hair. She slaps my face. Hard. Then again. And again. It leaves a painful sting on my face. “Open your mouth bitch”.

At that moment the male slave reaches from behind and fixes a large rubber o-ring gag into my mouth, stretching it wide. He fastens it in place, then proceeds to fasten another leather strap across the base of my neck to one of the many rings on the spanking bench. It barely allows me to lift my head more than a few centimetres.

There is a wicked smile across Mistress’ face. She look into my eyes, lifts me chin ever slightly… as far as possible, drool already starting to flow from my mouth uncontrollably, feeling totally humiliated already, I knew it was only the beginning… She looks at me tells me, “you’re such a filthy, little perverted bitch… I know how much you crave to be degraded, how you need to be humiliated in the dirtiest possible ways. But you have no idea what I’m capable of and you have no idea what you’ve really got yourself into. You also have no idea how much I enjoy breaking down bitch boys like you. Nothing gets me off more than taking a strong, masculine slave and breaking his will, training and moulding him to be 100% obedient.

While all this was taking place I could feel the presence of the female slave at my rear. I then felt a thin but cold but small implement invade my trussed up bitch hole. The manner it was put in was unceremonious, I’d had my arse stretched and filled before, but this was different, this whole situation was different and more intense than anything I’d experienced, I’d certainly never been in the presence of men in a sexual context before, let alone had one strap me down and gag me.

The next thing to happen was a blindfold was placed over my eyes, I was plunged into total darkness. At this point, I felt my tongue being pulled out from between my gag, I also felt my cock, pulled ever so slightly… Mistress voice then brought me back to the present. “You see slave I’m going to collect your disgusting little fluids for later use… you’ll find out what that is much later…”

I was panic stricken as either the male slave was touching my tongue or worse still my cock… despite all this my cock couldn’t help by grow. A peg was placed on my tongue. Immediately the amount of drool my downcast and open mouth produced increased, a large glass was placed directly beneath catching all of my disgusting spit. I could feel a condom being rolled onto my now hard cock and then the snap of a cock ring at the base of my cock. I knew it would be leaking an enormous amount of pre cum.

At that moment I felt a warm liquid begin to flow into my arsehole… I was being given an enema. I’d read about them while reading Femdom porn during my fantasies but I never thought I would be literally on the receiving end of one.

After a few minutes I started to feel incredibly full and uncomfortable, but I could nothing. I had no idea how long this would last. Then I felt Mistress hot breath close to my face. She leaned into my ear and through hot breath said “this is just the beginning bitch boy, I’m going to leave you here for a while and I want you to think about the pain that you’ll be giving to me when I return…”. Before leaving someone placed headphones into my ears… nothing but the low drawl of white noise. When I thought there was nothing else that they could possibly do and I already felt totally trussed up and invaded I felt cold steel against the inside of my nostrils… a nose hook… pulled back over my head and attached to the leather strap across the back of my neck… my head now kept down in place and pulled up all at once.

I have no idea how long I had been there, I could still feel drool continue to flow from my mouth that was beginning to ache and tension on my nose. It felt like it could have been hours… but I really didn’t know. Then finally I felt someone touching my cock… in a milking fashion… extracting the hours of pent up pre cum. I could feel there was a lot already trapped in the condom.

Then the touching stopped. My bladder was now unbelievably uncomfortable and full.

That thought was about to me taken away from me as a felt a sharp sting across my back, followed by another, and another and another… The peg still on my tongue made it impossible to even clench my teeth, totally unable to move I could do nothing but accept it. The sting of Mistress’ flogger intensified with each strike. As I thought I could take no more it ceased. But not for long… next Mistress began to flog my arse cheeks… the pain rippled through me and again I could do nothing. Initially I was counting the strikes internally… but when it became apparent it was not just a case of Mistress using round numbers I recognised the futility in counting and simply gave up… she was breaking me, just as she said she would.

*thank you for my story, bitch chad*

The Dream

*a vivid dream sent to me by bitch patrick*  It amuses me as it is very obvious FemDom porn...

It started with me lying on my back on the floor and you were standing over me with one foot on either side of my head.  You were wearing black stilettos, sheer black stockings, tight black satin panties and a black corset.  You were looking down on me, telling me to say out loud who I adored and served.  My response was “you, Mistress”.  You continued to tell me to say things that progressively got to me saying I was inferior to you, that I was owned by you, that my only purpose was to do as you say and give you pleasure no matter how you decided to take it  You then pulled your panties aside and pissed on me.  You straddled down lower and made sure I was swallowing your amber nectar, every drop.  When you had finished you pulled your panties back into place, sat on my face and grinded your beautiful pussy on my face.  I was being smothered and struggled but I could not get up, you had me pinned down.  You laughed at my efforts and pushed down harder.  My nose felt like it was breaking.  I could feel you getting wet through your panties and I could tell that you were getting close to an explosive orgasm.  

Once you had orgasmed, you told me to kneel up straight in front of a large mirror.  You stood behind me and told me to close my eyes.  You bent down and licked the side of my face and then shoved your tongue into my mouth, almost making me gag as you pushed your tongue down my throat.  I could feel your breath on my face and smell your beautiful scent and then feel your hands holding my neck, your strong fingers clasping around my throat, slowly squeezing harder and harder as you gently kissed my ear.  Your knees were digging into my back as you got more leverage to squeeze harder.  If I opened my eyes you slapped me hard. You let your hands ease off my neck and I felt instant relief but it was short lived as you roughly wrapped a sheer stocking around my neck, told me to open my eyes then with all your strength pulled as hard you could.  I was choking and thrashing around trying to escape but you were too strong and had too much leverage.  You were almost lifting me off my knees.  You were laughing and telling me to look at myself in the mirror.  I was turning blue and you were starting to glisten with sweat from the effort.  I was starting to lose consciousness and could feel a heaviness come over me as I drifted into oblivion.  Your knees were really digging into my back as you put a final strenuous effort into putting me out.  

I don’t know how long I was out but when I woke I was tied up and you were sitting looking at me smoking a cigarette.  You had your long sexy legs parted and were enjoying me looking between them.  

At that point, I woke up and I had the biggest erection and instantly felt a shiver go through me.  That fear and respect I feel for you returned and I was hyper aware of just how powerful you are and how weak I am under you.  It was a fantastic dream Mistress and it really felt so real…

HER

*written for me by the lovely submissive, chad*

She gazes upon him with an incredulous stare.
Peering over the top of Her thin, red framed spectacles.
Perfect black hair pulled back ferociously tight.
Her attire, indicative of one so powerful.
Her intelligence and beauty, confirmation of it.
he is made to stand in the middle of the room.
The room is foreign to him. Uncomfortable.
his head is slightly bowed, he is unsure where to place his gaze.
his hands held together behind his back his palms sweat.
his posture as perfect as he can muster.
he is nervous. he is right to be.
he feels Her stare upon him.
It feels as though it may soon burn a hole straight through him.
he is exposed, for now he is unbound but he has never felt more paralysed.
Any attempt to escape now would be folly.
Should he really be here?
Is this what he thought would happen.
Anyway. That doesn't matter now. It's too late.
he no longer has any control.
he meekly brings his eyes up to meet Hers.
he straightens his back further and gulps as She draws breath to speak...
"Mr Smith, i am satisfied that you are guilty on all counts..."

You

You sat across the bar from me tonight. I saw the look.
The look said you needed pleasure.
The look cried of your need to be touched in the darkest places.
That look bellowed out for a stranger's hands to release your chains.
You held my gaze.
I held yours.
Not a single word between us, but so many thoughts shared in that brief encounter.
You told your desires,
You whispered your insecurities,
You shared your deepest wants.
I saw that look, and I answered.

A scene

The scene takes place in a dark room though lit by a few little candles. at a private adult party between a Dom and her sub, the party is not a BDSM party in such terms just a group of people that share very similar kinks interest.  Nate (AKA boy) is being punished for being cheeky/rude to his Mummy (AKA Ms N) by punished Nate is tied up and is going to be flogged bitten slapped, what ever comes to Ms N's mind/enjoyment being mental and or physical enjoyment.

PROLOGUE

Ms N who is a professional confident well mannered mature woman, has a sub.

Ms N has brown caramel soft silky skin with a shine of complexion to it with long black hair brown eyes and the whitest most beautiful smile, that when she smiles she lights the whole room up. Ms N is not a small lady though she is not a large woman either she is naturally sexy, like  Marilyn Munroe natural sexiness and as equally if not more powerful as a person.  Her physical imperfections as some people might see it to Nate's eyes are perfections.

Nate is Ms N's sub though she refers to him as boy as he refers to Ms N as Sexy Goddess Queen, or if she permits Ms N.  Nate is a short athletic blue eye dark blonde hair that is heavily tattooed on his right arm shoulder and chest.  Nate worships everything about Ms N.

PUNISHMENT SCENE

SLAP!!! A high pitch noise comes ringing off boys back, at the same time the intense pain runs through Nate's body as quick as the cane leaves Nate's skin a red welt line grows immediately. As every flogging gets harder and harder, Nate screams in pain he feels something trickling down his back, he is not sure if it's sweat or blood.

For how little the candles are the room is heating up pretty quickly well for Nate anyway.

With Every Flogging Nate gets by Ms N a slight feeling of guilt/sorrow runs through her mind, though as quick as it comes it's as gone just as quick with the feeling of excitement and release, release of frustration from Ms N's vanilla life, the release of frustration from Nate not doing as he has been told or forgetting how to treat his Sexy Goddess Queen.

A few minutes goes by atleast 40 floggings Nate has received, Nate's face is covered with tears and sweat of pain, his whole backside of his body is stinging and throbbing with immense pain.

Nate is physically exhausted and is praying in his mind for Ms N to stop, though he does not dare speak unless directly asked all the noise he can make are screams of pain.

Ms N is feeling overwhelmed of excitement and can not bare to listen to another one of her boys scream as she just wants him inside her immediately, her pussy is so wet the thought of having her cock inside of her is too much for Ms N too handle.

Ms N unties Her boy and cradles him in her lap.

"Are you going to be a good boy for mummy for now on little boy? Yes mummy I am,"

Nate looks up at his Sexy Goddess Queen, Ms N looks down at her weak beaten boy there eyes just gaze into each other's for a few seconds, then Ms N grabs her boy by the hand and walks him over to the bed for some much needed sexual pleasure.....

Mother

*A story written for me - roleplaying: Mummy/boy dynamic*  Not quite my type of kink interest but it was cleverly written, and lets be honest - each to their own.  YKINMYK (your kink is not my kink)

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Throwing his butt down on the sofa, Nathan collapsed into the recliner, sighing. Today had been a killer. Angry patients complaining about something that wasn’t his damn fault. The icing on the cake was the fucking flat tire on the way home.

“Fuck, today sucked!”

Rubbing his face, he closed his eyes and tried to think of things that might help him relax. A nice, cold beer. Grilling steak. The smell of Mummy's banana bread. Just the thought of it made his mouth water. Nathan began to drift off, remembering the smell of baking bread from another time…

“Nathy-poo! Come in to the kitchen, sweetie pie!” The sweetest voice he’d ever heard trilled out from the kitchen. “Mummy has something for you, Nathan!”

Maybe I’ll get to lick the spoon! Nathan jumped up from the couch, forgetting his homework on the table.

“Can I lick the spoon? Huh? Can I?!”

His beautiful mother laughed with delight. Her pink tongue and red lips mesmerized Nathan.  He could watch her laugh all day.

“Of course you can, sweetheart. Here you go!” She handed him the spoon and fanned herself. “Goodness, it is so hot in here!”

As Nathan sucked the spoon into his mouth, determined to lick off every bit of batter, Mummy unbuttoned her blouse until he could see her black lace bra. He felt a familiar twinge in his pants, a tightening that excited him. He wished he could see her without the bra, but he knew better than to ask. Without thinking about it, he reached down to adjust his crotch.

“Nathan! What have I told you about touching yourself?”

His face turned red with embarrassment. “I should let you know when I need help.”

“Yes, my sweet little boy.” Her frown was gone as quickly as it appeared. “Do you need help?”

The spoon hung from his mouth as he nodded, hoping she was going to give him help like last time. Reaching down, she gently, but firmly grabbed his teenage cock and squeezed.

“Is that better, Nathan?”

He could only grunt in response. Her hand felt so nice there. He wished his pants and underwear weren’t in the way.

“How about this, baby boy?” Unzipping his trousers, her fingers snaked in and stroked his dick through his white briefs. “Does this feel better? Mummy always wants her little boy to feel good.”

“Yes…mmmm, yes, Mummy.” Nathan could barely grind out any words as he felt his cock lengthen and harden. “M-m-mummy?”

“Yes, Nathan?” Her fingers never stopped moving. Every so often, she touched the space where his underwear opened, stroking the smallest section of skin. He thought he might die with pleasure.

“Will you…um, would you??” He nodded towards her open shirt, too caught up in the feeling of her hand to say much more.

“Oh, would you like some num-num from Mummy?”

Nathan nodded his head vigorously, unable to speak as her grip became firmer, her strokes faster. He watched with a clenched jaw as she flicked open the front clasp of her bra with two fingers, allowing her small, pert breasts to appear before him. She placed one hand behind his head and brought his mouth to her nipple. Nathan latched on, sucking and nibbling just the way she liked.

“Ohhhhh, Nathan. You’re doing such a good job for Mummy!”

As he opened his mouth to devour her entire tit, she yanked his cock out of his underwear and began to pull and stroke, rubbing the tip, grazing her nails lightly down the shaft. Nathan growled with his mouth full of flesh and nipple, feeling more like a wild animal than her sweet little boy. Without a word, she guided his lips to the other breast, encouraging him to suck harder and harder as she stroked his cock faster and faster.

Nathan felt his body begin to shake as fiery pleasure built deep inside, threatening to erupt all over her hand. “Mummy! I’m gonna…”

“Hurry, Nathan. Don’t make a mess on Mummy's dress or your pants, darling.” Pulling back, she gave him a moment to unbutton his trousers and pull his briefs down to his knees.

With his cock free, she began to stroke his balls and run her fingers through the new hair growing on his crotch. Forgetting about her beautiful nipples, he let his head fall back in ecstasy as her nails tickled his testicles between strokes.

“Nathan, aren’t you forgetting something?”

Worried about upsetting her and which might make her stop, Nathan quickly latched back on to one nipple while he tweaked the other between two fingers, strumming and stroking her areola as she did the same with the head of his cock. Her hands were pure magic, and before long, he felt something rising within him, something he was unable to stop.

“Mummy! I’m…I’m-I’m gonna cum!”

Mummy never said a word as she bent down and took his cock deep in her mouth and down her throat. He shot his entire load into her and she swallowed and swallowed, milking his dick with her mouth until he finally stopped shaking. Panting and sweating, his body tightened again as she cleaned him with her tongue.

“Mmmmm, thank you for letting me lick your spoon, Nathy-poo.” She looked up at him as she licked some of his jizz off her fingers. “You did so good for Mummy. You’re such a good boy!”

"Would you like to taste where you came from Nathy?" 

Nathan's eyes lit up his cock went straight on a raging hard, "yes mu mummy very much so, good boy"

Nathan's mum sits on the kitchen bench pulls up her black skirt slides her black and red lace panties to a side and spreads her legs.  With out hesitation Nathan drops to his knees and buries his face deep between his mums thighs, he licks and sucks on his mum like a 5 year old kid eating a soft serve ice cream on a hot summers day. 

"Oh my, your a good little boy" Nathan's mum says between heavy breaths of pleasure.  Nathan buried his tongue deeper and deeper and is licking and sucking faster and harder,

"Oh my oh my your going to make mummy cum" as Nathan's mum says that with a voice of pure pleasure she unleashes an orgasm and cums all over her little boys face.

"Was I a good boy mummy" Nathan looks up at his mum waiting for approval.

"Yes son a very good boy" mummy smirks at her cute little boy.

"Would you like a special treat from mummy For being such a good little boy? Yes mummy I would really like a special treat"

Nathan's mum steps down of the bench turns around and bends over.

"Would Nathy-waffy like to stick his spoon inside mummy's special hole?"

Without hesitation Nathan grabs his mum by the hips and slides himself in her dripping wet pussy the soft warm texture against the tip of Nathan's penis sends shivers of pleasure through his body, he pushes himself in further and further, then wraps his arms around his mothers upper waist to grab her sweet perfect round succulent breasts.

"Oh nathy poo do me harder and faster"

Sweat is pouring of Nathan he feels his balls tightening,

"Mummy I'm going to cum, baby mummy's going to cum as well let's k k cum together"

As Nathan's mum struggles to get her words out her legs start to shake like jelly she feel Nathan's warm cum explode inside her and she instantly screams out an orgasm of pure pleasure. After a minute of deep panting Nathan's mum feels cum slowly dripping from her. Nathan is covered and dripping in sweat.

"Mummy may I have a drink?" Mummy turns around sits up on the bench spreads her legs.

"Mummy will give you a special drink if you clean your mess up that you made inside mummy"

Nathan drops to his knees and starts licking every bit of cum running down his mummy's thighs and then scoops out the rest out of his mummy's pussy with his tongue.

"Did I clean you good mummy? Can I have that special drink?"

Mummy tells Nathan to lay on the floor she puts both her knees either side of his head and tells him to open up his mouth.  

Nathan feels the warm salty sweet golden nectar over his face he pushes his head closer so he can get mouthful after mouthful. After he has swallowed every last drop of his mummy's sweet golden nectar. Mummy hops up tells Nathan to get a mop and bucket and clean up the floor before his father gets home.

Nathan obliges and cleans the floor, once he is completed his mum walks over to him gives him a cuddle looks down and gives him a special kiss, then whispers

"Maybe tomorrow if your a really good boy mummy will let you lick her other special hole and let you put your spoon in that, would you like that nathy waffy? Yes mummy very very much so"

A few minutes later, they sat at the table together enjoying the freshly baked banana bread when Nathan's father came home. He took a deep breath and said, “Oh, I love it when you bake, Marge. Do I get to lick the spoon tonight?”

Nathan and Mummy smiled at each other.

RING! RING!

Nathan woke up, disoriented with a raging hard-on. “Fuck, I must have fallen asleep.”

He picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey, Nathy-poo! I was thinking of baking some bread and wondered if you’d like to come over and lick the spoon for Mummy?”

Part 2 - first ever story written

Part 2

Erotica | 6 Comments · 2 Love It | over 6 years ago

- Second part of my first ever writing -

The lights are soft. The room is warm.
You feel as if you have finally found a place of belonging – this, being owned, is what you have been wanting all your life… being in the presence of greatness; such superiority, such beauty and such strength… you know deep within you have finally found the Mistress you can fully submit your whole being, your essence and your soul. You know that in minutes you are about relinguish your power to me…
I move suddenly, fluidly, unexpectedly and slap both sides of you face - extremely hard which leave my handprints. You are shocked by the suddenness and the hot pain… your eyes water and you moan. I raise my hand again and you flinch waiting for another slap… it does not eventuate… you quickly look at me, and see my smile and discern from that smile that I am powerful and knowing… you avert your eyes and cast them downwards, waiting for whatever next is to happen.
I stand and move towards you… my Royal Femaleness is in line with your head… you very much want to look up but dare not; not until you are asked to do so… after all, you are in the lair of this beautiful and intimidating Mistress who will do whatever she desires.
I move behind you slowly, stroking your body teasingly slow with my perfectly manicured fingers… you feel your body tingling… your cock is hardening despite itself… then you hear a whishing sound and in the next instant, “thwack”, you feel an immense sting. You grunt and fall forward. I command you to immediately kneel upright. You do so but not quick enough for my liking… and you immediately feel three consecutive stings from my Red Riding Crop. You whimper and fall to the ground heavily.
I ask you to return to the ‘kneeling’ position again. You do so more quickly. It is still not quick enough and I firmly strike you five more times on your shoulder blades. You gasp in pain; the pain is sharp, more acute than the previous pounding. Your upper back displays red welts from the cropping. I slowly raise the Red Riding Crop again and you flinch, I move it from side to side, up and down, and your terrified eyes follow its progress. Your demeanour now appears timid in my presence… perfect.
Again, I ring the cow bell, my muscular slave appears.
I instruct him to pick you up and bind you to the four hooks on the wall behind you. You move a little sluggishly all the while feeling increasingly apprehensive. The slave ties each hand to the upper hooks, and each leg to the lower hooks. You are in a spread-eagled position facing the wall. Your back is fully exposed to receive anything. You feel extremely vulnerable, anxious and excitement. your cock … is engorged; and pulsating.
I move up behind you, and kiss your neck softly. You feel my breasts press against your back, my hands slide down your arms gently, softly, caressingly. I move away slightly. you hear a whishing sound, and feel the instantaneous pain inflicted. Ms N proceeds to flog you… you feel a cobweb of pain all over your body. your back is marked, bright red, hot, burning, numb, flushed, sore and strangely delicious. You whimper under your breath. Your cock is rock hard and dripping precum juice on to the wall and floor. I announce I am going to flog you 25 times and so proceed to flog you steadily with 25 firm strokes. I count aloud…1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7… you count within… 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14…I continue to count… 15, 16, 17, 18, 19… you feel yourself surrender to me as I continue to count… 20, 21, 22, 23, 24 and 25. By the time, I have finished, your whole back is criss-crossed with marks left from the leather flogger and you feel. you feel tremendous relief but also a yearning for more flogging. Ms N. admires the beauty of her leather flogger.
you feel exhaustion and exhilaration after the intensive thrashing but at the same time you feel compliance, obedience and deference to the statuesque Ms N.
Next you feel a scented warm liquid applied to your back. The muscular slave gently rubs a soothing mixture onto your hot and tender back. Once the concoction has been applied, he unbinds you from the hooks and you immediately fall to the floor.
Ms N moves toward your body and commands you to lay on your back…your back is sensitive, tender but you manage to do so. You are now looking up at me. I gaze down into your eyes and I see your eyes reflecting fear and love. I like to see both fear and love reflecting in all my bitches eyes. you wonder what I have install for you as my eyes are unreadable. I enquire “what do you want from me, dog?” and you reply –
“I want you to control me, Ms N.… I give my consent for you to dominate me completely, my life is now in your hands”.
I smile.
I open my legs wider and you see my pink and black G string panties. I slowly, teasingly, push them aside and you glimpse my beautiful, shaved, moist Royal Pussy…then you feel wetness, warm, enveloping wetness splashing all over your dirty slut body… you groan softly, happily, contentedly - ecstatic in the knowledge that you have been accepted by me. Then I stop urinating, I move to your mouth and you open your mouth willingly, I squat over your mouth and piss into your mouth – you drink greedily.
Once my Golden Nectar has ceased, I move away. my muscular slave gives you a towel to wipe yourself dry.
I observe your cock is engorged, purple and straining against the cock ring. Once you have wiped yourself down, I command you to kneel in front of me again. I apply vibrating nipple clamps. I then take the leash and proceed to walk you around the Burgundy room. The room is spacious. As you are led around the room, your Mistress proceeds to monologue in sexy, deep voice the many activities she will introduce you to such as cock and balls torture, whipping, asphyxiation, Strap On, verbal humiliation, feminising, fisting, bisexual play and toilet slave. You feel totally enslaved, content crawling at your Mistress’ side listening to her dulcet tones… and you are eager to commence the BDSM journey with Ms N..
I desist our pacing around the Burgundy room, pull you into a hands and knee position. My muscular slave enters the room and assists in encasing my arms with latex gauntlets.
I lean forward and stroke your hard, dripping cock, your precum has made your cock and my gloved hand very slippery. You groan softly. My fingers caress your pink puckered pussy arse – I apply lubricant to the entrance of your pussy arse then slowly but forcefully insert three fingers inside you - you squeal like the bitch dog you are, my new bitch dog. my fingers slide backwards and forwards swiftly, commanding…your body synchronises with the rhythm of my hand. I fuck your pussy arse whilst my left hand strokes your cock - your moans increase in volume...

Part 1 - first ever story written

Part 1

Erotica | 1 Loves It | over 6 years ago 

- My first ever story - Part 1

you arrive at 63 Buxom Road, an ordinary looking house from the outside but within the residence, such opulence fit for a Mistress, a Queen, a Goddess – Ms N.

you knock on the cream-coloured door. It is opened by a muscular slave, collared, wearing only black latex shorts which define his enormous cock. You are beckoned to enter the Mistress’ abode. You follow the lead of the muscular slave into the Burgundy room. You feel a combination of nervousness and excitement. Upon entering, you set eyes upon the glorious Ms N. - seated on her throne… waiting gracefully. Her demeanour is regal and majestic as she waits in her burgundy velvet-covered throne.

you perceive the surroundings quickly. The room is softly lit with candlelight, musk oils burning, heavy burgundy drapes adorn the windows, a burgundy chesterfield is up against one wall, wooden floor boards with a deep red shag-pile rug in the middle of the room and most importantly, soft music playing. There are three pieces of artwork displayed in varying poses of a naked black Woman with long flowing hair riding her white horse into the wilderness. They are hauntingly beautiful – the artist; kristian rene. Positioned in the middle of the rug is The Throne. At the other end of the wall are four hooks mounted to the wall; two at the top, and two at the bottom. Restraints are attached to each hook, hanging, waiting for use.

Ms N. is wearing a pink corset with black trim which fits her curvaceous figure, her generous breasts are accentuated by the cinched waist of the corset. Her stockinged-covered legs look extremely sensual – you have an overwhelming urge to touch those legs, as you gaze at Her feet encased in black patent stiletto shoes… She looks so noble in her magnificent, feminine and sexy attire… you are totally mesmerised by her beauty, a strong beauty… a beauty to also be fearful of. She smiles but you sense menace beneath the surface.

Her chocolate brown skin, long black curly hair, burgundy painted lips enhanced by her burgundy rimmed glasses do nothing to hide the intensity in her brown eyes. She has a graceful neck, well proportioned shoulders, tapered waist, the fullness of her hips and the exquisite completeness of her long, strong, muscular legs. She is holding her Red Riding Crop like the magnificent sceptre it is… the only thoughts running through your head at this breathtaking moment are that Ms N. is splendid, exquisite and magnificent and that you want to enslaved by this Dominant Woman forever…

Ms N. speaks, quietly,: “show me your respect, show me your reverence, bitch”… you immediately kneel in front of her, head bowed feeling awe, worthlessness and inferiority that you’ve never felt before… you realise at this moment that you are a lowly creature in the presence of such greatness.

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I am a magnificent and statuesque Woman. I am physically powerful and imposing.

I stand up and walk around you with long, confident strides, inspecting you, pondering whether you are suitable to be part of my stable.

your senses are heightened by my scrutiny – you hear the soft rustling of my Royal attire, the vibration of my firm footsteps through the floor – you wait with bated breath…and wait…

you are wearing a charcoal single-breasted suit which is such inappropriate attire in the presence of Ms N…

I command you remove all your clothing – I say “dog, I want you completely naked, to feel defenseless and vulnerable in my presence” then I lean forward and pinch your left ear lobe extremely hard. you emit a small groan from the burning and painful sensation caused by the pinch. You respond immediately: “yes, Mistress”.

You promptly remove your jacket, pale grey silk tie, white shirt, shoes, sock, trousers and underwear – “oh pussy boy this is such boring and conservative garb!” “Are you this boring in your vanilla workplace”, and you respond “yes, Mistress I am”. I immediately lean forward and pinch your right ear lobe… even harder than the left ear lobe. You almost draw away from me but stop yourself and endure the pain I lavish upon you.

It brings me such pleasure to provide these little inflictions upon your pathetic person. Tell me, boy “do you want to experience more of my attention” – with your ears still smarting from the pinching recently bestowed, your response is prompt – “whatever you think I deserve Ms N. I will readily accept all you give me”.

I smile sardonically. I place my right black patented stiletto heel between your legs and push down on your generous pussy balls. You grunt, then quickly murmur “thank you, Ms N”.

My muscular slave, who has been waiting in the hallway, moves quietly, respectfully, into the Burgundy room to collect and remove your clothing. He leaves, closing the door behind him.

Still in the kneeling position, I move towards you with poise and self-assurance. I lean forward and you smell my favourite perfume, Chanel No. 19. You inhale my scent – both my artificial scent and real scent a deep earthy musk; the combination makes you feel giddy – you have the urge to lean forward and inhale deeply my smell but restrain yourself. You feel my firm but soft hands around your bowed head as I place the black leather studded collar around your neck. Once collared, I connect your leash and tug harshly – you fall forward and push your hands out to stop from falling heavily on the wooden floor boards. I tug you again, swiftly, from the back which almost chokes you… your throat feels a little sore but you do not complain… you dare not complain. You have been collared and leashed and in the presence of Ms N. “Are you ready to serve me, boy?” - you nod.

I gently ring a cow bell which emits a soft jingle and beckons my muscular slave. I command you to stand. The slave encases your large cock and balls with a pink cock ring. As he expertly clasps the ring, I observe your reaction to the intimate touch of the male slave…your cock clit grows slightly… precum leakage glistens around the head of your cock. I lean forward and touch your cock clit head with my perfectly manicured right index finger and collect some precum. I insert my precum-covered finger into your mouth… you gently suck and lick the precum from my finger. I remove my moist finger and wipe off the residue onto your chest.

I gracefully sit back down into my burgundy velvet-covered throne and cross my long, firm legs. I gaze at you… there is a profound quietness… you nervously lick your lips...