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.....