I walked into my house, home from school. I stopped at the front door, sniffing. My nose immediately recognized the scent of Heather.
Heather was an older woman, a Domme friend of my Daddy/Dom. I hadn’t seen her in a few months and wondered where she had been.
Heather was of Scottish descent. Her hair was the deep red of some Scots. Her bosom was full and her nipples were always taut and swollen. She had little circles of steel through each one and I remembered how stranger the steel had felt in my mouth when I first suckled upon her breasts.
She always wore long skirts, nothing on underneath, ready to bare her cunt for me to kneel for and lick to a hot climax.
“I brought you a present, my wee lassie” Heather was full of joy at seeing me.
I remember being excited, clapping my hands. “What did you bring me?”
“Ahhh, too much, ye know I always bring you too much,” I remember Heather shaking her head in pretend disgust at herself. “Mayhap I should save some for your birthday or Christmas?” “NO!” was the shrieked reply, and she took my hand, leading me to my bedroom.
My bedroom was still one for a young girl. Colors, beautiful colors. Unicorns painted on the walls and angels looking down from above. I knew this girl was truly loved. I loved it this way, reminding me of my childhood.
We looked through all the packages, opening dolls and teddy bears to guard me and sit on my dresser. Heather had brought me shorts and summer tops. Suddenly I remember reaching for a long, square box and felt Heather’s hand go over mine to still it for a second.
I looked up into Heather’s eyes and watched the woman change. Watched the woman become that other person that she kept deep inside. “Open this carefully, me darlin’. These are for a mature knowing woman. Decide if you are that woman before you put them on.”
Nodding, but confused, I opened the box. Inside was crisp white paper, surrounding a flash of sparkling red. Slowly I peeled back the paper and gasped. There, inside, was the most beautiful, most sexy pair of high heeled stiletto shoes I had ever seen. The pumps shone with flecks of red crystal and the strap was dainty where it would wrap around my ankle. They glistened almost like a snakeskin. I picked one up out of the box and rubbed it against my face.
The woman watching reached under my chin and lifted my face. Heather later told me she could see in my eyes the same thing that was in her own. Unbridled lust. “Remember sweet one, the moment you put those on your feet, your fate is sealed. You will be a woman with all the woman’s wants and needs. Remember, as strong as you are, I am stronger.”
I stared into the eyes of the beautiful woman and then, slowly, nodded. Heather rose up from the bed and went to the door. She turned and looked at me, sitting, thinking. “I will leave you alone for a bit sweet one, and you can decide.” She left the room and closed the door.
Heather hummed a song as she moved around the kitchen. She was dressed rather provocatively, long skirt, halter top, and nylons. On her feet were shoes to match the ones in my room, only black. 4″ heels. Deep black, feet of a whore.
She heard a nervous little giggle and she turned, staring. I stood in front of her. I was dressed much like herself. A long little skirt, nothing under. A top, underneath a heaving chest, big nipples pointed as to ask for a deep sucking. My legs were bare, but on my feet were the red stiletto-heeled shoes, pitching my hips forward and causing me to walk like I desperately needed to be fucked.
Heather walked to me and gathered me into her arms, dropping her head to my face and kissing me deeply. I remember welcoming the kiss and returning it. Our tongues pushed against each other and danced. The kiss deepened and we pulled apart only when my knees got weak and I was ready to collapse from the passion.
Heather’s hand went to where my nipples were hard and pointed out, clearly showing through my shirt. Her small female hand cupped my breast and her thumb rose to stroke my nipple, her lust-filled mind hearing my groans. “Tonight baby, tonight you are mine” she hoarsely whispered and I nodded.
We went to the mall, dressed like matching sluts.
It made us feel powerful to have men follow us, men lust after us.
I was giggling about the man-mess on the side of the car. One man had followed us through the mall and then out to the parking lot. Heather had parked in a back corner and she and I had walked quickly, giggling at him following us. We had gotten into the car and Heather had locked the doors, but then we sat in the car waiting. The man walked up to the car and looked inside. Heather had smiled at him and slowly reached over to me, sitting in the seat beside her. I spread my legs and Heather pulled up my skirt until my pussy was visible. We could hear the man groan through the sealed window of the car.
Heather kept a smile on her sexy lips as she reached to me, pulling my legs wider open. She reached touched my bare pussy lips and we heard the man moan again. Heathers fingers parted my lips, and the shine from the lap post glistened against the wetness between my legs.
Heather slid one finger inside, then two. Movement outside the car made her turn her head and she realized the man had opened his fly and was rubbing his hard cock, his fist wrapped around the shaft.
Making sure the man could see clearly, Heather pulled me into her arms, kissing me deeply while gently sliding her fingers in and out of my pussy. Moving back, Heather pulled up my shirt and exposed my big puckery pink nipples to the man’s gaze, and that is when we heard it.
The moan became a groan.
The groan became a sharp, cut off exclamation of absolute pleasure as the man swiftly rubbed his cock in his hand and ejaculated against the side of the car.
As his consciousness returned to him, he looked around carefully to make sure no one had seen him masturbate as he watched the 2 sluts in the car. We were were smiling and giggling as he quickly shoved his cock back in his pants and hurried away.
“Go into your Daddy/Dom’s bedroom girl. It is time. I hope you are sure about this” Heather looked deep into my eyes. I hoped I looked sexy. I was dressed as a whore. Nipples pointing. Legs spread. Red slut shoes on my feet.
Without speaking I turned and went down the hallway and through the door at the end, closing it quietly. Heather went into the washroom and primped, fixing her hair. Standing in front of a full length mirror, she slowly disrobed.
Watching herself as her clothing dropped to the floor. Her nipples were so hard and she touched them gently. Her hands slid down her belly to the bare cunt she knew would be pleasured shortly. A moan escaped her lips. It was time.
She walked to the bedroom door, the silence in the apartment overwhelming. Her walk was slut-like. Long strides, naked. Wearing only her own pair of slut shoes. High stilettos. Heather could hear my deep breathing as she stood at the door, looking in. The bed was king size and was the focal point of the room. It was covered with a silk spread, golden in colour. There were pillows there, many strewn about like they had been thrown into the bed, all soft golden to match the spread. It had both a head board and a foot board, 4 posts for the pleasure of the owner.
The only light was the gentle moon glow from the window.
I lay in the middle of the bed. I was naked, as ordered. My chest was moving up and down, deep breathing. My long hair was spread across the bed, the blonde glistening against the gold. My nipples had hardened from laying on the cool silk and from what I knew was about to happen. Heather’s eyes wandered down my body. The body she knew so well, but had only seen when the girl was pleasuring Daddy/Dom. now, the body that was about to become hers.
My arms were spread wide. My head was still, staring up to the ceiling of the room. I could see myself in the mirrors above. My legs were also spread and my sex was very visible. I had the cunt lips of a whore. My cuntal lips looked swollen and battered as if I had been well used in my life, and of course I had. My clit is prominent, already swollen and poking out from the folds. My mons was bare. My feet were still encased in the shiny red slut shoes.
Heather walked to the dresser beside the bed and picked up the leather laces there. I remember reaching my hands out, and laid still while they were tied to the posts of the bed, my arms spread wide. Heather pulled my body down, so that my feet were almost touching the foot board.
Heather crawled to the bottom of the bed and sat, her back against the foot board. The wood was cold and her nipples showed it. She spread her legs wide, so that they were on either side of my body.
I remember staring at her.
I saw a beautiful red head. Full breasted. Dark pointed nipples. Flat belly. Rounded womanly hips. Bare cunt. Prominent clit. Sitting spread legged, her back resting against the foot board.
Heather saw a me. Dark pointed nipples on my full breasts. Bare cunt. Prominent clit. Laying on the middle of a large bed, hands tied to the top.
Heather smiled at me. She didn’t ask if I was ready for what was to happen. She, at this point, didn’t care. I had chosen. It was too late to turn back now.
I remember smiling back at her. I was scared, any person is scared of the unknown.
Slowly Heather reached for my left foot, still encased in the scarlet shoe. She raised the my foot and brought it towards her face. She placed the bottom of the shoe on her forehead, which put the sharp point of the stiletto right at her mouth. As I watched, her tongue came out to lick. She licked again. Soft flicking tongue reaching out and caressing the end of the leather point. Suddenly she pulled the shoe just a bit closer and slid the tip of the point into her mouth, sucking as if she was pleasuring a man. Deeper and deeper she slid it, until the entire 4″ of the heel was firmly encased in her sucking, pleasure-seeking mouth.
She drew in deeply, sliding down a bit in the bed. She was still sitting, but her legs were spread like a whore.
One finger was caressing her clit as the other handheld my foot, pumping the heel in and out of her mouth. I watched the woman, I remember being absolutely fascinated. Suddenly Heather pulled the heel from her mouth. It shone in the moon light, covered in spit. Heather lowered the shoe and pulled me towards her. She pressed the bottom of the shoe between her legs and with their eyes never moving from mine, she slid the pointed heel into her wet pulsing cunt.
"Fuck me baby. Fuck my cunt with your slut foot."
I did as I was told, the older woman guiding my leg in a motion as old as time. In and out, at first gently.. then moving faster until the heel of my red sparkling slut shoe was ramming in and out of her wet hole. Heather began to grunt. Her eyes were closed now, head thrown back. Her entire soul was centered on the core of her being. The sharp stiletto heel of the slut shoes fucking her into an intense orgasm. She was going to cum and cum hard.
“Yes baby, yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss FUCK MY CUNT YOU SLUT! FUCK MY HOT WET HOLE BITCH”
It hit her then, beginning deep inside. Pure pleasure. Spreading out to her body, her nipples, her tummy.
Heather’s body thrashed on the bed, but her hands held the shoe firmly in her slippery pussy passage.
I watched as the orgasm shook her, enjoying seeing her pleasure. I waited quietly for the woman to come back to this world. It would then be my turn.
Heather gave a deep sigh of contentment. So good. Such a good cum. It was not only the feel of the heel deep inside her cunt, but the knowledge of what was about to happen. She licked her lips and opened her eyes. She let the heel slip out of her cunt and she laid there a second, letting her breathing return to normal.
Heather got up on her knees and reached for me. She undid the strap and slid the shoe from my foot. She held the shoe in her hand as she crawled up in the bed and laid beside me.
She placed the shoe on my heaving tummy and gathered me into her arms. Kiss after kiss was rained down on my face, followed by licks of my cheeks and lips. She reached down and took the slut shoe in her one hand and brought the shoe to my face. I remember laying quietly as Heather traced my face with the heel, slightly scratching the surface of my skin, but not hurting me.
She ran the heel over my eyes, around and down my upturned nose, across my cheeks and then brushed it gently across my full lips.
“Suck it baby girl. Suck my cum off of this slut shoe”. I opened my mouth, accepting the heel in without question. “Does it taste good slut? Do you like the taste of woman cum?” She smiled at me and I kept trying to suck it further into my mouth. “You suck cock so good, don’t you baby girl? You have learned, this heel is just a little tiny cock, from what your mouth is used to, isn’t it slut? You are a cum whore usually, aren’t you, you little bitch?” I nodded. The woman was speaking the truth, we both knew it.
“Get it all wet baby, you know where it is to go next, don’t you?” I nodded. I knew. My tongue worked all the way around, gathering spit from my mouth and depositing it onto the heel. My mouth opened and Heather pulled the pump out. “Good girl, now spread your legs baby.”
Heather kneeled up on the bed and spread her legs. She moved one leg over me, so that she was straddling my body, facing my feet. As she kneeled high above me, she watched my legs slowly start to part. “Good girl, do as you are told”.
The shoe was in her right hand. She moved back so that she was sitting astride my face below her. She didn’t lower herself, instead she bent over me, and rested the shoe on my nipple that was now pointing so hard. She began to circle the heel of the shoe around my nipple, watching it plump up even more.
“That’s it slutty girl, close your eyes. Feel the heel baby, enjoy its caressing of your skin”. She moved to the other nipple and rubbed the heel across it as well, watching it grow to join the other.
As she began to settle her wet bare cunt down onto my face, her hand began to push the heel into my soft skin. Heather heard me whimper under her, but I didn’t move.
Heather’s pussy was dripping cum from her orgasm and she slowly dropped her cunt down, feeling my soft lips. With her hand, she began to push the heel harder. Still circling the nipple. Harder, harder. The skin was now red under where the heel had been. As she circled both nipples, back and forth, the skin broke in places, and tiny drops of blood appeared.
Heather felt me squirm under her weight and she settled her cunt firmly on my face, grinding her clit into my sucking mouth. The heel was then dragged across my belly, leaving a red welt raised on the soft skin. The shoe was now at my cunt, legs spread.
Heather did to me, just as she had done to herself. As she reached my mons, she caressed it with the sharp heel of the shoe, then slid the heel up and down my parted lips. Finding my hole, she thrust the heel into me and heard my sharp cry.
“STOP whimpering, you slut. You fucking whore. TAKE THE HELL BITCH, take it all” she sharply said as the thrusting began in earnest. In, pull out. Every push in, the heel scratched the sides of my cunt. Every draw out she took a deep breath, waiting for it to go back in, and it did.
The woman ground her cunt into my mouth and furiously fucked me with the heel of the sparkly red shoe. Wetness glistened on the sides of my legs, mixed with a small amount of blood leaking from my pretty little cunt hole.
“Are you ready bitch? I am ready, it is time. It is time for you to become the true slut that you were born to be. NOW SLUT, NOW”
As Heather screamed the words out to me, she pulled the heel from my pussy and drove the sharp leather stiletto into my sweet tight ass hole. I thrust up under her as I tried to get away from the pain. My movement drove Heather wild with lust. She began to rape me in 2 ways. Her bare cunt was driven into my mouth and her hand began to pound the sharp heel into my ass hole.
She used me for her own lust, as is her due.
Grinding her cunt and down onto my face and driving the heel into my soft bum was erotic to this Domme. She had waited so long for this. She was going to cum so hard on my face.
“Take it BITCH. You are now OPEN. OPEN as a slut can be. Fuck the shoe bitch. Take the heel into your tight little asshole. You are a fucking whore. Take it. Take it.”
Heather’s screams increased, her lust came to a boiling point. “YES BITCH!! Worship the shoe. FUCK THE SHOE.
TAKE THE SHOE. FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!!! I am going to cum all over your little cunt face. Drink my cum BITCH. DRINK IT
I remember how loud .. The scream was echoing off the walls in the bedroom. The woman collapsed onto me. I rolled into a fetal position, the heel of the glistening red shoe still firmly embedded in my ass hole. The woman was exhausted, her pussy cum running down her legs.
Heather turned around and gathered me into her arms. She kissed my face, over and over then
licked her cum off my face. “Such a good girl. Such a good girl. Who loves you baby? Tell me who loves you?”
I was a bit in a hurry, as was warned not to be late for a meeting. As requested I was dressed in leather mini skirt, see-through mesh blouse with just black bra under and short leather rock jacket. Of course sexy high heels and sheer black pantyhose -no pants, no cotton gusset, just a flat seam. Managed to get into a small, cosy cafe.
Just a few people inside, but my eyes were looking for him, Mr Allen. In the corner I have noticed tall man with grey hairs dressed in white shirt and elegant black trousers.
His tanned skin and stubble showed both his age- around 60 plus and relaxed lifestyle. I walked to him my sexy way, he stood up and welcomed me with kiss. I immediately felt his strong perfumes.
– Hi, I am Robert but call me Mr Allen, he smiled. – you look wonderful- he quickly eyed me up and down.
– Hello I am Paris, and you can call me Paris,
– I will call you slut Paris during our entire session – ok?
– Sure, understand- I said, and quickly thought – so game has just started, felt wet already…
We sat down and Mr Allen offered me a drink, I took Kir Royal, he stayed with a white wine.
– Is your husband at my place?
– I hope so – I answered
– Do not worry, he is well taken care of by my sub, you’ll see him soon. The reason why I asked you to meet me here, before we go to my apartment, is that I need to start first session eye to eye, and anybody else would disrupt this part of session. So your husband told me that you were not obedient enough and thus deserve proper discipline session to correct your behaviour- right- he looked into my eyes?
– Well, yes- I admitted,
– Ok slut Paris, I asked you to call me proper way, that’s a part of your correction process.
– Well, yes Mr Allen – I repeated correct way.
– Time to start, follow me- said strictly
– yes Mr Allen- once we stood up Mr Allen moved to the counter to settle the bill, and bartender gave him a small key. I noticed others were staring at me while I was following Mr Allen through doors with sign „Staff only”. I was a bit scared of where we were going. At the end of corridor Mr Allen opened another doors to pretty large toilet. He locked doors using a small key.
– Take your skirt off, jacket and bra slut, I want you stay only in pantyhose and that sexy heels in front of me- said with confidence.
– yes Mr Allen- I quickly took off my clothes and Mr Allen packed my bra into his leather bag- you do not need this anymore- he added.
– Stand over toilet and show me how you pee- he asked
I was a bit confused with that humiliating request of Mr Allen, but after quick hesitation started to pull my pantyhose down.
– No no, stop, you will pee through your tights, that’s the main reason I requested you to be in in tights, Paris.
That was crazy, how shall I do that ?- asked myself in thoughts, its too much, but ok I was expecting kinky things when my hubby told me about this session- I will try Mr Allen- I said.
I bent my knees standing above toilet with my heels, pantyhose and mesh top- it took me a while to pee as it does not come easy when I am not in privacy, but finally it came, irregular stream fell wetting my hose then into toilet, I moved my butt closer down not to splash my pee.
– Very good slut, Mr Allen said with smile – you will stay like that just to remember you are at discipline session and your full obedience is mandatory.
Luckily I was wet only in the crotch area and my pantyhose were so sheer so would dry quickly hopefully.
– It’s not the end, now I want to pee and need you to taste my liquid.
No that’s too much!- I thought – I never gonna do that, no fucking way! – Sorry Mr Allen but I am not ready for that, I said.
– Hmm, such unacceptable behaviour needs punishment, you are aware of that? – Mr Allen was upset.
– Yes Mr Allen, I suppose so.
Mr Allen took of his belt- put your hands on wall and bend over so I see your wet ass exposed proper way. – He told me.
I turned back to expose my ass for spanking. And immediately I felt a pain of his leather belt hitting my buttock. – Ouch ! I screamed.
– What you should say, slut? – Mr Allen asked
– Thank you Mr Allen I answered correctly. And right after that felt second hit and then few more. I tried to be as silent as possible and was afraid someone is outside of the toilet and can hear the sound of my spanking.
– Ok, Paris, now I will pee and you will keep my penis such way I am not splashing my pee on the floor. – He unzipped his trousers and I noticed his large dick.
I did my best to hold his cock correct way. He finished and said to me- now you suck it completely clean, Paris – no excuse this time.
I knew I cannot fail this time, and touched the tip of his cock with my tongue just to check, felt no special taste, just few drops of his urine. I swallowed that and took big part of his apparatus into my mouth. It was really massive device and immediately got much bigger- Mr Allen was excited about my blowjob. He put his belt around my neck to hold me while keeping his dick deep in my throat; I felt chocked and started to cough a bit.
– That’s enough, you are really good at that- he put trousers on- Dress up with skirt and your jacket. You do not need your bra; my place is just after small park.
When we left room and moved through cafe, I felt my pantyhose still wet and bartender was looking at me strange way. I wondered how many girls Mr Allen used to invite here?
We crossed the street and went through small park on the way to Mr Allen’s apartment. While passing by wooden bench, he suddenly stopped.
– Ok, before we go into my place there are few things we still need to do, take of your skirt. – He ordered
What? Shall I remove my skirt and stay in my wet pantyhose only, there may be some people passing by and see me like that- I quickly thought- but I knew this is part of the session and I can’t screw it up. Ok, its just 100 m and we are in the building. I quietly took off my leather skirt and stayed with short jacket and pantyhose. Shit- that is fucking embarrassing sexy- I thought.
– Like that Mr Allen? I asked sweet way.
– Yes, show me your ass now – he ordered strict way and I turned curious what is he planning for me now. Is he going to spank me here?
No, Mr Allen pulled my pantyhose down and I felt his finger in my rectum, fuck what is he doing?
– I got some beads I am going to put into your ass now, they are quite heavy so you must keep them in carefully, but in worst case you will catch them in you tights – that is another advantage of your apparel, Paris- he joked.
Ouch. I felt first cold metal bead in my butthole- pretty large and heavy, and just after second one; I guessed they must have been size of golf ball. I felt so stretched and uncomfortable. I cannot drop them here…
– And last thing, slut Paris, I will collar you so I can keep you on a short leash – I wish you got right appearance once we come to my place and you meet my sub, your husband and others.
Others? What kind of others is he talking about- I thought but just said quickly- yes Mr Allen, thank you.- I was such a slut, thought to myself. And just before we moved, an older man approached, he was just 20 m away when he noticed me half naked, and he suddenly stopped and stared at us. But Mr Allen grabbed short leash attached to my neck and said- let’s go.
This was just a short distance when we entered through heavy doors to the building and entered the elevator, no one was there. I was lucky. But suddenly, I noticed Mr Allen took his hand to block the lift doors- It’s my neighbour, we shall wait for him.- he explained
When young man entered the lift, he smiled- Hi, thanks for letting me in, oh I see you have a beautiful companion- young man said.
I felt such ashamed of that situation, standing with wet pantyhose and just jacket with metal beads in my ass and collar on my neck. Young man tried not to look at me but he could not resist that. He left one floor before us. Finally Mr Allen pressed the ring by the doors to his apartment. Doors opened and I have immediately noticed young lady dressed similar to me, just black pantyhose, heels and open bra exposing her nice pierced tits.
– This is my sub Sylvia and this is slut Paris- Mr Allen introduced me. – Say hello to slut Paris, Sylvia – he ordered and Sylvia immediately crouched down by me and started to lick my hosed pussy. Oh such a nice welcome – I thought
After few seconds she stood up and Mr Allen guided me into large room where I noticed my hubby in companion of another guy, nicely dressed, similar age to my husband. My husband was smiling to me and once we walked to him, he wanted to give ma a kiss but Mr Allen pulled my leash and said- No, say hello to gentlemen, slut Paris. I immediately squatted while both men released their cocks from trousers. I sucked them each hello for a while. Last signs of my lipstick marked stranger’s cock. – My name is Thomas, I heard about you from your hubby.- he said.
After introduction, Mr Allen bound my hands and my tits with nice hemp rope. I was totally in trouble not being able to control myself. Fully prepared to be a sex toy.
– Ok, now you will get your small prize, Paris – Mr Allen said and Sylvia cam to me with huge magic wand. She touched my clit and my juices started to leak. Right after she ripped my pantyhose exposing my pussy, I felt that beads in my ass were about to fall down; she kept them in with hand and started to finger me with second one while licking my clit. God I felt like in heaven. Once her fingers were rubbing my point-G, felt so full in my ass, I started to squirt as hell, dropping rain of my juice to the floor.
– Ok, Paris, before you earn another one you got some challenges- Mr Allen said, – say thank you to sub Sylvia- he added.
– Instead of saying anything I just kissed her and went on my knees to lick her pussy. She was in ecstasy too.
Mr Allen came to me with nylon hood in his hand- ok we put this on your face- and he pulled stocking hood on my head. I felt humiliated a bit but I was tight up, so what shut I have done?
Then he guided me to a bench and put my head against it so I was exposing my ripped hose ass. – Ok Sylvia, take beads out from Paris ass and put this buttplug instead- he instructed while choosing an appropriate crop for spanking. After Sylvia exchanged toys in my butt, Mr Allen started to spank my but with various tools. I felt my back being red and warm from that. My husband and Thomas were just looking. Felt both pain and pleasure. After that I thanked to Mr Allen. I knew the final is close and my hands were tired in ropes. Mr Allen took a glass dildo and made me cum again, and again. Finally he removed buttplug from my asshole and said- now, your ass is prepared for serving our gentlemen. I felt two big cocks in my back. I felt each of them in my as, they changed and did it again and again. Mr Allen brought his big dick just in front of my hosed face, I started to lick it through nylon and he pushed it like he was trying to puncture sheer fabric, but he couldn’t. I cummed again being fucked in the my ass by hubby and Thomas. Sylvia took Mr Allen’s dick and milked it right on my hosed face, then my hubby and Thomas removed condoms and did the same with Sylvia assistance. Three bulls left their warm semen on my hosed face and hair. Sylvia removed my hood quickly and cleaned me with paper towel, but not much left. I felt exhausted.
– Ok, Paris- Mr Allen said.- your obedience training was successful, I return you to your husband now. Hope he will instruct you further and if problems occur, please come back to me for another session. I will try to help.
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I’d had another big fight with my bf and I didn’t want him to find me. So, I spent the night at my Mom’s house. I woke up around 11 am & my Mom & her bf had already gone to work. I was feeling pretty depressed again about another crappy relationship & for some reason, this time was harder than before. I called in sick, had a beer & a few chips for breakfast & watched TV. I didn’t even feel like getting dressed & just laid around in my nightshirt & panties.
About an hour later, someone knocked on the door. I grabbed a baggy sweater nearby, pulled it down around my thighs, and peeped out the window corner. It was Tom from next door, returning the mower he’d borrowed because he was broken. I’d heard mowing outside earlier but was too caught up in my problems to seriously notice. He started chatting, and although I hadn’t seen him in a long time, I cut him short, told him no one was home & thanked him.
I guess he could see it on my face because he asked me if I was ok. As I began to say I was fine, I started balling all over again. Naturally, he reached to hug me & I gladly welcomed the shoulder to cry on – literally. He came in & sat on the couch next to me while I vaguely told him what happened. I was too embarrassed and too upset to share everything.
Tom was about 52 at the time, stocky, thinning auburn hair graying on the sides & a red mustache. He’s a very nice, married, Christian Daddy type that always has a smile on his face & with 3 children; all a little older than I was. I should probably also say that I love & have dated many older men.
After he helped me calm down a bit, I realized he was obviously still hot from cutting grass in the heat. I asked him if he wanted a beer. He declined to say he didn’t drink but asked for water instead. While getting him his drink & a few paper towels to dry his perspiration, I noticed him checking me out; which was surprising to me from such a sweet family man, but very flattering. I somehow before didn’t realize how “scantly clad” I really was.
I returned, sat next to him & laid on the couch with my head in his lap. I could tell he wasn’t very comfortable with that, but after a few minutes, he started stroking my hair. I shifted around, pushing my head closer to his crotch & made motions that caused my sweater & the shirt underneath to rise. I knew my legs & probably my panties were showing by now & I hoped he was getting an eye-full. I kept talking to distract him from my tactics.
I thought I felt a bump in his lap & put my head directly on top of it. Almost instantly, he sat up & said he should leave. I also sat up, looked at his crotch and put my hand right on his bulge. He stuttered under his breath that I really shouldn’t do that, but he didn’t stop me. I started rubbing him through his shorts & he let out a huge sigh; like he hadn’t been touched in years. I started tugging at his zipper & he put his hand on mine to move it. Instead, I moved his hand to my tits under my shirt, where it stayed, grabbing my boob.
I got on my knees on the floor in front of him & went back to tugging. He had a blank stare on his face while he delicately traced the outlines of my nipple with his fingers. As his breathing increased, I unzipped him, moved my hand around his boxers, into a nest of pubic hair and wrapped my hand around his shaft. When I gripped it, he exhaled, his eyes rolled closed & his head fell back. I could tell his cock wasn’t very big, but it was ready. I pulled it out through his boxers & his shorts.
His dick was uncut, about 5.5″, but no bigger than 6″, (maybe smaller) and just a little thicker than a broom handle. The skin covered the whole head and even hung over a bit. I massaged it very for a few minutes, pulling the skin back and watching his wetting head swell. Suddenly he started precumming profusely. I couldn’t resist licking it, but I didn’t put his cock in my mouth yet. When my tongue touched his head, he moaned almost like it was painful. I licked all his precum up and scooped my tongue across his pee hole. “Mmmm.” I giggled looking at him. Most precum never has much of a taste to me, but for some reason, his precum was very tasty.
I started tugging at the button of his shorts that was already strained under the pressure of his cute teddy bear tummy and struggled briefly before he stood up & unbuttoned them himself. I also took my sweater & shirt off so he could see & easily fondle my boobs. I waited briefly, on my knees, hoping he would be pleased at the sight of me (every girl’s little fear) while he surprisingly removed everything except his boxers. While he stood, I grabbed them & pulled them down. I was then facing to face with his hard cock sticking out stiff & wet again like a leaky long thumb with extra skin, in a mound of pretty red coarse pubic hair, and below it… his enormous balls! They were soo hot & honestly about the size of a grapefruit.
I was pleasantly surprised at discovering his huge balls and & commented; “You have such big balls, Daddy”. “Mm Hmm.” is all he nervously said. They looked totally out of proportion with his dick, but they looked absolutely yummy altogether. Before he could sit back down, I put one hand back around his throbbing shaft and stroked slowly & my other hand fondled his large sac from his taint to his shaft. His balls were slightly hairy, very warm, and slightly sticky-moist with sweat from working in the outside southern heat. My stroking was pulling his foreskin back and exposing again his wet glazed cock head. I kissed it right on the hole, which wet my lips and I continued to caress his big nuts. I took half of his cock in my mouth. This time, I tasted a hint of saltiness & definitely a hint of piss. His cock wasn’t hard to throat. So, I naturally took it all in on the 2nd gulp. I held in my mouth & twirled my tongue around the head and through his pee hole. He briefly pushed my head on his cock harder. My nose was pressed into his red pubic sponge & also into the heat of his crotch.
His manly sweaty smell was rushing through my nostrils. At first, it was strong, but it didn’t turn me off. Instead, it turned me on more. There was a sexy citrus tinge to it that I figured was coming from his big grapefruit balls. He gently pumped his cock in my mouth a couple of times and I tapered his cock from my hungry mouth. He pulled my head to his cock as he sat. I began teasing his foreskin again with my tongue, then I up the precum stringing from my lips, and started tugging slowly at his hard cock again with my hand. I lowered my head between his un-tanned, pale, hairy, warm inner thighs and hypnotically inhaled his hot, manly, hairy crotch.
It was so different; very strong… sweaty, but not dirty. It was an aroma aphrodisiac. I kissed his sac first to see if I could handle it. Even though I’d handled them, they were still moist with sour sweat. It almost reminded me of a used, wet towel that was left overnight, but somehow much sweeter; a molding wet leather smell, but appealing like cheese. My tongue grazed across his testicles like I was tasting them. And I was. It wasn’t repulsive. It wasn’t gross. It was actually very arousing. I opened my mouth & sucked them down one ball at a time, then attempted both. I felt like I was tasting a nearly over-ripened juicy, fruit.
I started licking, kissing and sucking all over his sweat seasoned balls and moaned while his cum leaked on my head & face. I found myself burying my face between his legs more, enjoying the taste, smell & feel of his hot, sweet musky balls. I tried to put them both in my mouth again, but couldn’t quite.
I had been fingering myself with my free hand for a few minutes already & my panties were soaked. I stood up & pulled them slightly down, teasing in a stripper sort of way in front of him. By the time they got just around my hips, he grabbed & pulled them down very anxiously and I kicked out of them. He put them to his face & inhaled. Then he rubbed them all over his chest & body, moaning loudly. I got back on my knees and was going back to his large tasty balls, but he crawled to the floor, laid down on his back & pulled my already wet pussy to his face & me on top of him – still on my knees and him underneath me. It was like exhilarating to feel his mouth on me; not only because I was so horny, but knowing he wanted it. His mustache, lips & tongue on my baled, wet, horny pussy felt so good. He seemed to love it when I rubbed my wet lips on his face. I then laid across him, to get closer to his scent, although I could still taste & smell it all over my mouth. I could tell he was still very warm & sweating again, but I loved it and wanted to get another taste of his sweet ballsac. I put my hand on his cock and stroked it unsteadily. It again was leaking wet with precum that I licked off my fingers when I could.
Before I could get my face back on his cock, I felt the rush of an orgasm wash through me. I shuttered, moaned loudly, then attempted to get up to prevent smearing my juices all over his face. Instead, he held me tight to his mouth; licking me, flickering, sucking me, poking my wet cunt locked to his mouth. So I squatted back down on his face on my knees, briefly touched my clit with my finger lubed with his precum & I came. I came like I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to; on his face and mouth. He was moaning like he could feel it and was licking into my holes like they were fountains of water-saving him from dying of thirst. It felt so good I didn’t know when he’d started playing with my ass.
I felt so relieved and just laid across on top of him; feeling like he could have me any way he wanted. I could feel gentle kisses and occasional probes to my ass, pussy & asshole. I then grabbed his stiff leaky cock and started to stroke it again. I quickly hopped forward, faced and straddled him, and lead the head of his dick to the entry of my pussy. With his wet cock & my wet pussy, it went in smoothly. He mumbled a few words about how it felt. I rubbed his hairy chest and briefly licked his nipples. He tugged at and sucked my nipples then pulled my mouth to his and kissed me. I could taste my own juices on his mouth. I sat back up to feel his hard cock inside me, while he toyed more with my boobs. I barely got a good few bounces in before he was already breathlessly warning me of his cumming. His intensity built and he tried to raise me off him, but I kept grinding harder until his body just exploded. He thrust forward with a rough growl of “Ohhh God!”. His cock went deeper inside me while he came. I was torn between getting all his cum in my pussy or sucking it up in my mouth before it all ran out! I hopped off… and got between his legs just in time for the last semi-spurt and licked it up. His cum tasted like wet bread, but still, it had a very tasty flavor. I sucked on his cock again, which sent his body into a few jolts of pleasure. There was some cum cream at the base of his shaft & on his balls, which I licked up like a horny kitten – knowing I was getting to taste his musky balls once again. I licked and sucked them until his cock went limp and fingered my cummy cunt a little until he sat up with a big “Mmmmm” smile on his face. Then he kissed me again and stood up.
Being the gentleman he is, he helped me off the floor. He actually apologized more than once; saying he didn’t mean for this to happen but told me he’d actually wanted me for years. He said something about his wife and this being kept secret, which I understood. We kissed & he left. For the rest of the day, I could taste him on my mouth, which kept my mind off the bf. I kinda felt bad about seducing him but was glad for the outcome. Cum…
To this day I’ve never had better tasting balls in my mouth. I’ll never forget it & I’ve had a fetish for balls every since. I have been able to suck Tom off twice since then, but it’s always because I manage to seduce him.
She wore nothing but sheer white crotchless panties. She knew they contrasted beautifully to her golden skin. The girl was tightly bound face up on the bed– her arms were pinned to the sides of the bed with leather cuffs, and her legs were cuffed to the corners of the posts. She wore a white-feathered mask over her eyes. Her Mistress had told her that she would be tested this night, and her nipples were already swollen and hard with anticipation.
The Lady returned. The girl could hear her opening and closing the door. The Lady had brought someone with her. She strained to hear their muted voices as they whispered back and forth. A soft gentle music began to play and the girl felt someone’s hands on her. Warm and scented they began to glide down her chest. They circled around her breasts, down her stomach, and across the tops of her thighs. They removed her panties. The girl couldn’t tell if they belonged to the Lady or the other. As the hands continued to massage her, she decided that she didn’t care whose hands they were. The hands continued to massage lower and lower all the way down to her feet. They released tension and stress the girl hadn’t realized she’s been holding. As the hands moved up, they worked out knots in her calves. The warm oiled fingers moved back up to her torso. Unexpectedly, her nipples were pinched hard. They were plucked until the peaks were stiff and standing proudly!
The girl bit her lips and moaned as she had been told not to cry out loud or cum until she was given permission. The hands retreated from her breasts, massaging her as they had before. Over her stomach and down her thighs the hands oiled her, leaving a warm and scented trail. The hands moved closer to the open vee of her legs and the girl lifted her hips in invitation. A single oiled finger moved down the cleft of her mound. Again the girl lifted her hips but the finger moved away. The girl groaned in her frustration.
Something cold and wet touched her lips, a sliver of ice. As the ice slipped into her mouth a warm wet tongue followed it. The girl tasted and knew it belonged to the Lady. Their tongues dueled for a few moments, then the Lady’s tongue moved lower to the girl’s jaw and then her neck. The Lady nibbled and sucked the girl’s neck raising goosebumps. As the Lady nipped her, the girl once again felt hands on her breasts. They circled her nipples and tweaked them. The girl arched up hoping they would pull her nipples harder. They were pinched and pulled severely and the girl loved the pain it caused. Just as the girl was beginning to truly luxuriate in the pain, everything stopped. The hands moved away, the Lady left her neck, and the music stopped. The girl almost wept.
The girl was moved. She was rolled onto her stomach, her knees were drawn up and her hands were pulled forward. She has bound to the bed again. The music came on, this time it was harsher. Cymbals thundered and drums thrummed a primal beat. The girl squealed as she felt a tongue on her pussy. It moved from the base up to the top of her clit. As soon as it reached the tip, she felt the first whiplash. She didn’t know whether to groan because of the sting or moan due to the tongue. She tried to arch up into the sting of the whip, but she was bound too tightly. She could only wait. The lips had moved up to her nipples. They were sucked and nibbled almost too gently. It frustrated her. The whip came again, and she tried to move in such away so that it would last longer. She truly loved the feeling of the lashes on her back. She loved hearing the crack it made as it was lowered to her. She also remembered what the Lady had said about being tested. She reveled in proving her worth. The 3rd.the 4th…. the 5th lash fell…she wanted it to continue as every time the whip came down, either her pussy was fondled or her nipples were tormented. She wallowed in the sensations. The smell of the leather tips, the sting that they produced, the hands-on her pussy, the lips on her nipples. all combined into a frenzy of sexual heat. She wanted, needed the release of cumming. She knew that the Lady knew of her heat, she always did.. She began moaning. she was supposed to be quiet, but the yearning was too strong. The girl began to beg. she needed to cum..she needed to tell the Lady how good, how hot she made the girl feel. The Lady had told her that she couldn’t cum until she had permission. She needed to hear the words. the words that would make everything all right. The girl moaned louder trying to move..to jam her poor hot pussy against the fingers that slammed in and out of her. She squealed as the lips moved away from her nipples. but emitted a low deep cry as the fingers were replaced with a hot hard object. The girl wasn’t sure what it was that probed her so deeply but she didn’t care. All she knew, as she slammed her dripping wet pussy up and down on it. It filled the empty space that was so in need. The girl felt hands on her hips…aahhh it was the other that the Lady had brought. It was a man’s cock exploring her hot little cunny. She tried to slam herself back against the cock, but she was cuffed to the bed and couldn’t move enough. The hands that had held her hips just a moment earlier moved to cover her breasts. Finally, the Lady said she had her consent to cum. Luxuriating in her helplessness she was pumped and ground into a screaming orgasm. She arched her back as much as she could and felt the throbbing and clenching in her pussy. As she came, the hands moved again and pulled and pinched her nipples, further inflaming her. They brought her to a peak she’d never felt before. Quivering and shaking the girl collapsed as much as her bonds would allow. The hard cock withdrew from her. Her bonds were released. She was cuddled tenderly until she came back down to earth.
Once again, ice passed her lips. Warm and tangy, the same tongue followed the ice. The girl was loved and petted. The Lady was obviously not upset that the girl had not been quite as she had been told; she felt the happiness of the Lady. The girl realized that she was sandwiched between the Lady and the other. The cock was throbbing against her ass. The girl hoped that the test was not over yet, she still felt the need to prove her worth. She recognized that it wasn’t when the Lady told the other to move the girl back to her first position.
She was bound back to the bed, face-up, with her arms and legs cuffed firmly again. A weight was put on her chest. She recognized it….it was the other. He seated himself on her breasts facing her. She felt the hardness of his cock against her lips. He brushed it back and forth teasing her with the smell of it. The girl licked as much of it as she could reach. Up and down, she tasted him. She opened her mouth hoping he would give it all to her; he did. Sliding most of his cock inside her mouth, she tongued down the entire shaft. She delighted in hearing his moan as she sucked back up to the tip. As he fed her his cock, she felt her cleft being touched again. Her lips were spread wide and she could feel fingers being inserted. Her juices began to run again. She lifted her hips as the fingers slid in and out of her cunny. Between sucking the rock hard cock and having her pussy toyed with she got hotter and hotter. She began to make gurgling noises, all that she was capable of, with the cock in her mouth. The other moved and withdrew his cock from her straining mouth. He poured oil over her tits and shoving them together, started to fuck them. Squeezing her tits tightly, he ground his hard cock through the space that was left. The girl was downcast that he had not cum in her mouth, but the fingers moving in and out of her pussy canceled some of those feelings. As the fingers jammed in and out, her pussy started to throb. Once again, she needed her release. She moaned and bucked her hips, inviting the invasion of the others. Again, she begged the Lady to cum. This time the Lady wouldn’t give permission. The girl was shaking, needing to have an orgasm. Just as the girl thought she could no longer stand the pleasure, the other moved and slammed his cock into her. The Lady gave her the words she was so desperate to hear. Cumming hard, the girl screamed her fulfillment. One last time the cock slammed into her. One last time the other jerked and came. The man pumped her until she was spent. Again, the girl was loved and petted until she came back to earth. When she was capable of thought, she hoped she had pleased her Lady. The Lady speaking softly and tenderly assured her, she had
Nothing can beat the tingling and warm electric waves flowing through your body after a good humiliation. This is a list of the wonderful things I have fantasized, seen, and collected from the net and other sources. Some suggestions are clearly for male subs. Others for female subs. Some will work for both. There are probably places we would be put in jail if we tried these things so just think before you act. Have fun and enjoy BDSM!
Found another 157(!) ideas but didn’t have time to look for duplicates so I just added the list to the end.
Femdom ideas – Public humiliation for male subs
1. Handcuffed to the shopping cart, while shopping. Try to make the cuffs just a little visible.
2. Handcuffed or tied to a pole outside a store.
3. Handcuffed, hands in front or back, while shopping.
4. Metal cockrings, collars, chains, or leashes when going through airport security.
5. Having him get a good tan while wearing a bra, for later exposure at the beach or while washing the car without a shirt.
6. When at a restaurant, eating in an unusual way; being fed; using your non-dominant hand, no utensils.
7. Forbidden to speak in public.
8. Kneeling and kissing her boots, shoes, feet, or hands, at odd moments.
9. Kneeling, massaging her feet at the mall, park, subway, etc.
10. One arm tied or cuffed under your shirt. Or cuffed obviously behind you.
11. Pockets cut out of pants, and hands tied or cuffed to your thighs so you can’t remove them from the pockets.
12. Binding your cock inside your pants with the string or rope end available to tug on.
13. Wearing a vibrating butt plug, with the controls in your pocket or available for his/her use (dog shocker on his balls will give the same effect).
14. Your right [left?] hand is tied to your cock and balls through a hole in your pocket. Might look like you are playing with yourself.
15. Being forced to masturbate beneath the tablecloth while at a restaurant.
16. Reciting all your rules in front of others, at her whim.
17. Always walking a foot or two behind her. speeding up to open doors.
18. She pays for everything, with possible comments like “Oh I never allow him to carry money!”
19. If no seats are available, puts you on all fours and sits on your back.
20. Doing some of the “hidden” little things like plugs, nipple clamps, cock rings, in the church of her/your choice.When dining out, submissive is not allowed to order, is fed little bites from her plate.
21. You both are sitting in a restaurant, dressed completely normal. She hands you a bag of ‘stuff’ and tells you to go to the restroom and change. You worry that everyone who enters will know what you are doing.
22. You are sitting drinking a beer or apple juice. When the glass is empty, she orders you to take it to the men’s room and fill it up. You must return and then consume your “new” beverage with your meal.
23. You must take your beverage to the men’s room, masturbate, and cum in the glass/cup. Return and then consume it, This would also work with the special sauce from that famous place.
14. You have to take your panties or underpants off, return to the table and hand them to her. She leaves them on the table in plain view.
15. Female subs in skirts, ordered to remove panties while seated at the table, hand them to the Mistress, then sit with naked ass on the seat.
16. On a special evening, as you travel around in a rented limousine, you are required to masturbate, trying not to be seen by the driver.
17. You are required to masturbate in your panties and continue wearing them, disregarding any spots that may appear.
18. You are diapered, taken out to a restaurant or bar and have to consume a large quantity of liquid, and are not allowed to use the restroom.
19. Traveling by car naked or dressed in lingerie.
20. You are obviously handcuffed to the car as you travel, or are parked waiting for her to finish shopping. A key can be attached to a thread for emergency purposes.
21. Wearing lipstick or makeup so that it appears you have just tried to remove it, but missed some.
22. Having your picture taken in Santa’s lap at Christmas time.
23. She hands the controls of your vibrating plug, dildo to another person.
24. Having to show another person what you are wearing beneath the raincoat or cape.
25. Shining her boots at the mall.
26. Take him shopping for undergarments and have him fitted for a bra (best done if he goes in male mode)
27. Take him for a drive some distance from where Y/you live while he’s dressed (or even better partially dressed) and tell him to get out and walk home.
28. Take him to get his ears pierced making sure that it is obvious to store personnel that You are making him do it.
29. Make him get a tattoo on a part of his body which from time to time might be visible. “Sissy Slut” or “Property of Mistress” – use your imagination
30. Have couples who are friends of both of Y/you and force him to serve you and Y/your friends, explaining that he is to be used for any wish they might have.
31. Rent him out to another Domme and make sure you get the money without him even touching it.
32. Threaten to disclose to his friends at work that he is Your sissy bitch.
33. Making him dance on a stage at a local gay club.
34. Trying on high heels while wearing nylons or pantyhose under male clothing. Works better at times other than Halloween.
35. Shopping for makeup, perfumes, and other female items.
36. At adult toy stores, purchasing buttplugs, cock rings, and BD gear, while she watches from a distance.
37. Having a manicure or facial in a big-windowed parlor at the mall.
38. Buying adult incontinent supplies. Have the sub ask the clerk what size would fit best.
39. Walks up to him in the check-out line at the grocery store, holding a pair of pantyhose and says “these are what I picked up for you to wear tonight. Ok?”
40. The Mistress takes her female sub into the restroom and performs an on the spot vaginal/rectal examine, attaches a variety of ‘toys’ or clamps.
41. You are taken on a nature walk, tied to a tree, for a quickie spanking.
42. Smoking long, obviously feminine cigarettes.
43. In a parking lot or similar location, just before you will be safely hidden from spectators, she has you pause and wet yourself. You have to walk the last few yards with wet clothes.
44. When you travel alone, you are required to leave lingerie or stockings drying in the bathroom.
45. You are instructed to buy a Halloween maid’s costume. Whenever you travel you must leave it hanging in the hotel room along with your regular clothing. Leaving a pair of high heels out would work too.
46. Making him totally clean a room in your dwelling while he is tethered to that room (by a chain preferably) and don’t let him out of the room until you are satisfied or overly satisfied.
47. Make him sleep on the floor next to Y/your bed.
48. Lock him out of your bedroom for a night over several hours making sure he knows that you are pleasuring yourself or having phone sex with someone
49. Make sex conditional on how much he does in terms of housework and personal service to you.
50. Bind him/her and then leave the house, ordering him/her to get lost by the time You get back or else it’ll be his/her ass.
Degradation between you two
51. Have hubby pick one of your sexy lingerie sets out for you before a night out with your girlfriends. Remark what a shame it would be if no other men were to enjoy the look of it on you that night. Ask him if he agrees, and whether or not he encourages you to flirt openly with other men while out with the girlfriends.
52. Have him make a mold of his own penis (search “clone a willy” in Google). Once made, have him give it a long, intricate blowjob. Then fuck his ass with it before fucking his ass with your biggest dildo. Ask him whether he feels the difference between his smaller cock and a real man’s cock.
53. Make him/her pay for toys that you will never use on him and then tell him how you used them.
54. Make him/her kneel on sandpaper or rice grains facing a corner, beyond his endurance
55. Extended tickling session (that’s if he/she is ticklish).
56. For one day a week, be as bitchy to her/him as possible even if she/he’s done nothing wrong.
57. Insert a dildo or anal plug in her/him and make her/him hold it until he no longer can. If she/he makes it come out of her/his hole, make her/him tell and convince You that she/he truly wants to be Your sissy/slut and she/he wants to prove it by working up to 24-hour penetration.
58. Blindfold her/him and teach her/him how to suck cock using various fruits and vegetables, the graduate to insertables and then to the real thing, making her/him take it to completion.
59. Eat a doggie snack at lunch.
60. You have to kiss the ground whenever you leave a car.
61. You kiss the seat of her chair whenever she stands.
62. You have to eat a bite of something that has had ash flicked on it.
63. One hand is cuffed to the chair or table when you are eating.
64. On your ‘x’ anniversary, you renew your wedding vows, this time _you_ are dressed as the bride.
65. Tape rough felt or very very fine sandpaper inside a shirt over the nipples. The effect should be stimulation, not damage.
66. Keeping your legs shaved.
67. Keeping the genitals shaved.
68. Having ribbons/bows braided into the genital hair.
69. Carrying a doll around, brushing its hair, playing with it.
70. Wear a cock ring with a very long, strong, almost invisible thread attached. She can pull on this anytime. Use it as a leash.
71. Have him write words on his body in places where it won’t show: slut, cockroach, “Her Hole”, whatever kind of names work to push those buttons of his and make him feel the lovely sting of humiliation.
72. Give him instructions for ritual things to do when he’s out and about or in the bathroom- pinch himself when he’s peeing in a public bathroom, for example, say softly to himself when he’s on the bus and no kids are around, “I’m my Mistresses property to use as she wishes”, or things like that. It can have a slight adult flavor if no kids are around and it’s not actually obscene. He can do this kind of thing in places or ways that won’t risk his job or safety.
73. If it’s an option for you two to video chat, you can make him dress up in silly ways and perform silly tasks for the camera and you, sing silly songs, talk like a baby, make animal noises.
74. Orgasm denial or other types of orgasm games can be humiliating and dehumanizing for some men- “Your cock and your orgasms are mines. You will not touch or enjoy my flesh.” You can make him wear a chastity device. If he requests orgasm you could make him go out in the back yard and bark like a dog on his hands and knees, or whatever feels embarrassing and not too risky for his home life.
75. Make him reveal his body parts to you in intimate and embarrassing ways, as in bend over and spread his ass cheeks for you.
76. Have him wear a hood and tell him he’s your faceless sex toy.
Stealth dressing for (not only for feminized sissies)
77. Make him wear female deodorant and/or perfume.
78. Feminize his name, or come up with a cute ‘girly’ name to call him, and use it regularly.
79. When eating out, choose his meals for him, and be the one to give the waiter the order.
80. Have him paint your toenails and then have him paint his own.
81. Insist that he sit down when using the toilet to pee.
82. Make him carry your handbag occasionally in public.
83. Invite your friends over for a drink and have hubby serve all of your friends. Tease him while doing so: “be a good little hubby and make us a drink. – Good boy…”
84. Have him completely shave his legs and pubic hairs at least once of month. While clean-shaven, have him rub his legs and pubic area in with a female body lotion whenever it’s ‘playtime’
Sissy humiliation ideas – Feminine dressing and accessorizing to wear under clothing
86. Stockings/Garter Belts
88. Necklaces (under your shirt)
89. Nails with clear or very light pink polish
90. Chastity device
91. Earrings (studs)
92. Ankle Bracelets
93. Toe Rings
94. Polish (of your choice) for your toenails
95. Female jeans (which you noted)
96. Unisex footwear
97. Arm bracelets (underneath your shirt/top)
98. Tattoos/Tramp Stamps
99. Henna designs
100. Body piercings (Nipples, navel, etc.)
101. Slave collar ( can add owner tag)
102. Narrow cat collar with bell.
103. Single handcuff on each wrist.
104. Butt plugs. Can be worn at a business meeting.
105. Feminine rings.
106. Cock rings.
107. Baby rattle.
108. Nipple clips. [even better when seen through a sheer shirt or blouse]
109. Clip-on earrings [for the pierced impaired.]
110. A “kitty” collar with a bell, worn around the cock and balls.
111. Black or dark-colored bra under a thin white shirt.
112. Black or dark-colored panties under thin white pants or shorts.
113. Pantyhose worn with shorts.
114. Wear a frilly bikini at the beach. [or just the bottom.]
115. Naked or dressed in lingerie beneath a cape or raincoat.
116. Wearing an obviously feminine blouse (malesubs(
117. Little girls’ dresses with high heels
118. Baby hats/bonnets.
119. Obvious female flat heel shoes, worn with everyday male clothing.
120. Standard male shirt, tie, jacket, with obvious female trousers.
121. Diapers, noisy plastic pants.
122. High heels.
123. Females, braless, with a sheer white or light-colored blouse.
124. No underwear or lingerie, while wearing very thin white or light-colored pants, shorts, or skirt.
Creative uses of the semen
125. Use it as topping for ice cream Use it as a dipping sauce for chocolate, fruit or raw vegetables
126. Freeze cum into cubes and use it to cool drinks or just SUCK on the cubes
127. Make frozen cum pops
128. Mix in sauces of different kinds, to make them sweeter
129. Bake in bread and feed it to your friends….and enemies (lol)
130. Drizzle it with syrup over pancakes
131. Put it in orange juice, coffee or tea with your breakfast
132. Spread it on toast
133. Put it in your favorite energy drink
134. Use it instead of mayonnaise or mustard on your sandwich at lunch
135. Turn your dessert pie into a creampie
136. Cover hors-d’oeuvres with your cum
137. Mix it in tuna salad, egg salad, etc.
138. Eat with cheese of your choice
139. Put in in soup
140. Glaze shrimp with it prior to broiling or barbecuing
141. Use instead of butter at meals
142. Evaporate it and use the dried crystals like salt
143. drink it down plain or flavored, as an elixir of life.
144. Being allowed to lick his cum off his Mistress body is such a treat that it makes the task of consuming it almost pleasant. For maximum humiliation, She can require him to squirt directly into the depression of Her asshole as She holds Her cheeks apart. Then he must lick up every elusive drop. The disadvantage is that She cannot see his humiliation, but this can be overcome by having him perform before several spectators who can describe the action to Her and jeer him.
145. The slave must come all over Mistress’ largest dildo. Then he must lick it clean, just as if he were cleaning a real cock.
The shame of Masturbation
146. Make him cum on his salad and eat it, make him eat his cum in general
147. Ruin orgasms
148. .Cum in panties just prior to leaving for work, having to drive with a wet panty crotch.
149. When the slave has not come for a while, Mistress gives him a choice just before a meal. he either can expect an additional prolonged period without orgasm, or he must squirt all over his meal before eating it.
150. The slave must masturbate lying on his back, with his legs raised and down over his head (yoga “plow” position) so the tip of his cock is as close to his face as possible. (Extra points if he can suck his own cock!) he must come all over his face. Place a towel under his head to take care of misses.
Slave masturbates wearing an unlubricated condom. When he’s come, he must carefully remove it, not spilling a single drop. he kneels before Mistress, hands Her the condom, and waits with his head back and his mouth open. Mistress turns the condom inside out, emptying it into the slave’s mouth. Then She drops the rubber into his mouth. he must suck on his “cum-gum” until all his spending is recycled.
151. The slave must masturbate with nipple clamps on. If She cares to participate, Mistress ties a thong to the chain between the clamps and jerks on it to encourage Her slave. Of course, She forces him to keep stroking himself for quite a while before She lets him come. If he loses his erection, he is punished. If he comes too soon, he is punished *VERY* severely!
152. Slave wears adjustable nipple clamps that are *VERY* severe at the tightest setting. he begins with them fairly loose, but at the end of every minute he fails to come, Mistress tightens the clamps a half turn.
153. The slave must wear a weighted ball parachute. Weights are added if he takes too long to come.
154. The slave must masturbate while kneeling or standing barefoot on a rice-covered hard floor, or on upturned bottle caps.
155. Once he’s gotten his cock hard, the slave must coat it with a mentholated gel or “deep heat” muscle rub. Once the rub is on, he must put on a condom and continue masturbating.
156. Slave lies on his back. An electric iron is placed on his stomach. he is given the command to jerk off at the same time as Mistress plugs in the iron. Since a very gradual increase to unbearable pain is wanted, Mistress must unplug and replug the iron repeatedly. Depending on the power of the iron, something like 15 seconds on alternated with 10 seconds off might be about right. But put Your own iron-on Your thigh and check it out first!
157. The slave has as many minutes to orgasm as days since his last come. If he came yesterday, he must come in just one minute! If it’s been a week, seven minutes. If he fails, he is punished severely. A good lesson for a slave who complains that he doesn’t get to come enough!
158. Mistress rolls three dice. the slave must come before that number of minutes (3 – 18) or be punished.
159. Nothing is worse than *HAVING* to come and not be able to, especially when you’ll be punished for the failure to obey. If Your slave complains about not being allowed to orgasm often enough, take one die. The number You (or he, if you wish him to determine his own fate) roll is the number of times he *MUST* orgasm. Then roll two dice. The total is the number of minutes he has for reaching each climax. This scene can range from the luxurious — two orgasms, 12 minutes for each one — to the impossible: six orgasms with two minutes for each. A variation is to use three or four dice for the second roll and the number rolled is the total time for all the orgasms. Either way, failure to make the deadline, or to come the required number of times, must be punished.
160. Before the slave begins, he is given a glass filled with Mistress’ golden nectar. he must hold a full mouthful in his mouth without swallowing while he masturbates. When he comes, he must swallow the nectar before eating his own cum.
161. the slave is given a large container of nectar — either saved up in the refrigerator, Mistress’ mixed with his own, or the nectar of several Mistresses — and must drink it all before being allowed to come.
162. slave masturbates while lying on his back in the bathtub. When he comes, he squirts all over the front of his body. Mistress then rinses it off him . . . with a golden shower. The tub drain is closed, and the slave lies in the nectar for a time while he contemplates how lucky he is to have such a thoughtful Mistress.
162. For more intimacy, make the slave insert a finger of his non-active hand up to his own ass while jerking off. Glove and lubricate for safety.
163. Make the slave masturbate while holding in an enema. He cannot release it until he climaxes and eats his cum all up.
Cuckold Fantasy Femdom Role-playing
164. Comment on how well other men look to you and what exactly you find sexy about them. To add some spice, comment on the things you see that are bigger/better than your hubby’s (I love his big shoulders, he looks like he probably has a huge cock, he looks like he has more money than you, etc…)
165. Tell hubby that, lately, the men you come across at work or informally, you fantasize of as potential Bulls, which makes you horny. Tell him you can’t wait to have sex with other men.
166. If hubby has a boss or colleagues he doesn’t get along with, or even friends he becomes competitive around, tease him how you’d love to be fucked by one of those men and made to feel like their whore. Tell him you’d love for those men to tease him about it after fucking you.
167. Keep hubby in a cock cage for at least two full weeks. Towards the end of the second week make a point of walking around the house naked or in sexy lingerie before you go out to work or for a night out with your girlfriends but deny hubby any sexual favors. Use this opportunity to receive oral sex, or a foot or back massage. To tease him, let hubby know he’s not permitted to fuck you, but if he’s got the nerve, he’s free to call up another man to come over to fuck you while he watches.
168. For aspiring hot-wives who have not yet cuckolded their hubby, buy a condom, open it and throw away the actual condom, keeping only the wrapping. Organize a night out with your girlfriends. When you come home later that evening, suggestively give hubby the ripped open condom wrapping. When he looks up at you in shock and asks about it, tease him with it, letting him know you let another man have sex with you that night. Keep him guessing for as long as possible about whether you did or didn’t use the condom that evening. Unzip his trousers, and masturbate him slowly while teasing him, “Maybe I really did use the condom tonight…would that make you angry, or does it secretly turn you on?… Is your cock getting this hard because I’m masturbating you, or because I might have been fucked by another man tonight?…etc)
169. Another beginner idea is to set up a night with a girlfriend, which hubby is aware of, but from that point on, role-play that you’re going off on a date with a rich businessman, who, after taking you out for dinner, will be taking you back to his hotel to fuck. While with your girlfriend, send regular role-play text messages letting hubby know how things are going “with the businessman”. (“Strong, handsome looking man…certainly looks like he knows what he wants…and tonight it’s me…”, “Just arrived at his hotel…he’s booking a room right now…so nervous, but also so turned on…hope you’re still sure about all this…” “He just fucked your wife”…etc).
169. Another role-play idea is to create a cuckold scenario where you fantasize about doing as many things as possible with a Bull that you would never (or not easily do) with hubby. Be creative and think of all the things you’re sexually ‘uncomfortable’ with or things hubby hasn’t easily been able to get you to do (blowjob, receiving a facial, an mff or mmf threesome, swallowing a load of cum, receiving anal sex, receiving a golden shower, giving a rim job, receiving a rim job, having an orgasm during intercourse if this generally doesn’t happen with hubby, …etc ), and fantasize out loud about wanting to experience all these things with a Bull while hubby listens or watches.
170. Tell one of you closer girlfriends about hubby’s sexual kinks and fantasies (cuckold/femdom/strap-on/chastity cage, etc), then let hubby know you told her and share her reaction in detail.
171. Wear an anklet as often as possible when you go out, with or without hubby and make sure hubby is aware of it. Seek not only his approval but make him beg you to wear it (“So you don’t mind that other man might see the anklet and think I’m available sexually? Is that what you want? How badly do you want other men to see me as available? Why don’t you get on your knees and beg me to put it on…”)
172. Go to a club with hubby, ideally one with predominantly black men and flirt openly with strangers. Let them rub you up, buy you drinks and come on to you. Agree with hubby up front how far you can go with these men (Kiss on the lips, French kissing, a hand-job, a blowjob…) all while hubby watches from a distance.
Actual Cuckold Scenarios
173. Play the game “A Cuckold’s Delight”: Place hubby in permanent chastity for a full month, (uncaged once a day to be teased briefly before taking a shower). During that month, deny him any orgasms whatsoever, (possibly also require him to wear panties under his clothing), while performing any/all household chores. You, on the other hand, are free that month to enjoy as much leisure time as possible whilst also experiencing as many orgasms as you want…BUT hubby’s task is not only to keep your home looking tidy, and pleasure you orally whenever you desire…there’s one more catch: in the course of that month, he’s to set you up with a minimum of 1 Bull.
174. Tie hubby to a chair in the bedroom and make him watch you and your Bull have sex in the marital bed. After some intimate foreplay with french kissing, and caressing, beg your Bull out loud to fuck you. The more desperate you appear to look, the more it will drive hubby mad…
175. Have hubby lay against the headboard on the bed, as you lean against him or sit on your hands and knees in front of him. Then look into hubby’s eyes and have your Bull roughly fuck you doggy style so that hubby can feel the power of his thrusts while looking in your eyes.
176. Tie hubby to a chair in the living room and disappear off to the bedroom to have sex with your Bull, denying hubby the privilege of watching. After some time, take a break from fucking your bull. Go out into the living room where hubby’s waiting, hair a mess, makeup smeared, and have a glass of water. Say hi to your hubby, walk over to him and give him a french kiss. Then, grin at him mischievously, go back to the bedroom, close the door and lock it.
177. Give your Bull a blowjob in a semi-public place while hubby stands guard (under a bridge, in an underground car park, on a reasonably deserted beach, etc) For the more advanced hot wives, arrange to meet your Bull at the beach, and have sex on the sand at night while hubby stands lookout.
178. Spend time socializing with your Bull for 10 to 15 minutes in the living room before any action and while everybody is still fully dressed. Perhaps put on a porn movie to set the tone a bit. While socializing, or watching the movie sit next to your Bull, kissing, teasing, stroking, unbuttoning and treating him like a new boyfriend while hubby watches.
179. Have hubby beg your Bull to fuck you. Have him beg your Bull to give you what he hasn’t been able to have all these years. Demand him to say it out loud. At this stage, it’s all about humiliation. Make fun of hubby’s cock and sex skills in front of your Bull (“You see this…this is how a real man, with a real cock, fucks a woman,…etc”)
180. Go to a restaurant together with hubby and your Bull. While waiting for the main meal, take your Bull out to the car or restaurant bathroom area for a quick sex session (fucking or blowjob) then return to the table in time to enjoy your meal together. Make a point of kissing hubby on the lips when you return in order to confuse all the waiters and other guests.
181. Take off your wedding ring and have hubby take off his wedding ring, and lay them both on your stomach or chest, side by side…while your Bull is fucking you. Then have your Bull pull out and cum over both rings. Have hubby put both his and your ring back on full of your Bull’s cum.
182. Make a point of arranging that hubby drive you and your Bull around for half an hour while you and him make out in the back seat. For the more advanced hot wives, at some point, make your husband drive you and your Bull to a motel while you and your Bull both make out a bit in the back seat. Then, once you’ve arrived, check-in with your Bull and make hubby sit in the car and wait until you’re done fucking your Bull in the motel, whenever that is. Alternatively, have hubby drive you to your Bull’s house for sex. Then make him wait in your Bull’s living room while you’re taken to the bedroom to get fucked.
183. Have your Bull spend the evening at your place. Once going off to bed with hubby, arrange with your Bull that at 4 am, he is permitted to slip into your marital bed (awakening both you and hubby), then crawl between your legs and fuck you right beside hubby. For the more advanced hot wives, have hubby sleep in the guest room and spend the evening in the marital bed with your Bull. When doing this, go visit hubby once an hour in the guest room, so that he can touch, taste and smell the sex on your body. On your last visit, request that hubby wake you and your Bull up with breakfast ready for the both of you.
184. Make hubby wear women’s clothing, make-up and a wig and sit watching while your Bull fucks you. His task for the night is to be your Bull’s personal maid, fetching drinks or snacks if necessary.
185. Put your husband in chastity while your Bull is over and have your Bull wear the key around his neck as he fucks you. For the more advanced hot wives, have your Bull take the key back home with him and hold onto it until the next time he comes over. Hubby stays in chastity until that next time, so it’s in hubby’s best interest that that next time comes sooner rather than later.
186. Put your husband in chastity, tie him to a chair, and have him watch your Bull fuck you. Afterward, with hubby still strapped to the chair, have your Bull cum all over hubby’s chastity cage and cock while you watch smiling.
187. Make hubby go outside and clean your Bulls car, inside and out, while your Bull fucks you in the marital bed. As an alternative, have hubby take your Bull’s car to the carwash and pay to have it cleaned inside and out, while your Bull fucks you in the marital bed.
188. Have your Bull bend you over his knee and beg him to give you an erotic spanking in front of hubby. (I’m a very naughty girl, please spank me, daddy) Even if it hurts, let it continue for longer than you’re “comfortable” with, before finally begging your Bull to fuck you to ease the stinging. (Please, I can’t take it anymore,…please fuck me, please, I’m begging you…) This is especially effective if hubby is not permitted or encouraged to spank your bottom.
189. Get into a position where you are able to intimately kiss hubby, while your Bull fucks you. Keep the kissing going until your Bull cums inside of you. For maximum effect, when you hear your Bull is cumming, moan out loud along with him while still trying to kiss hubby.
190. Have hubby put his face inches away from your pussy while your Bull fucks you, then tell him to masturbate while doing so. For the more advanced hot wives, have your Bull cum in your pussy, or on your chest if you use condoms, and have hubby lick everything clean. An alternate idea is to have the Bull pull out and cum on hubby’s face or in his mouth.
191. When giving your Bull a blowjob have hubby come sit right next to you. Alternate between intimately sucking your Bulls cock and intimately French kissing hubby with some verbal teasing (Can you taste/smell his cock on my lips? Here, taste what a real man’s cock tastes like, etc). For the advanced hotwife, after five minutes of doing the above, grab hubby by the hair, and force his mouth down gently onto your Bull’s cock ordering him to get your Bull nice and hard before he fucks you.
192. Have hubby get your Bull hard by giving him a blowjob. Then have your Bull fuck hubby up the ass. For the more advanced hot wives, keep hubby in chastity for one week prior to meeting up with your Bull. Remove the chastity cage when the time comes for your Bull to fuck hubby up the ass. If hubby ejaculates before your Bull is done, that would be great, as he has to endure the humiliation of having your Bull continue to fuck him after he cums. If he doesn’t, and your Bull cums first, then lock his cock back up in chastity without being permitted to cum. Do not release him from chastity until the next time he puts his ass up for your Bull.
193. Take photos and video of hubby sucking other men’s cocks and getting fucked up the ass by lots of other men, then have him put a copy of all the footage on a USB stick that you keep securely. Tease him by threatening to show his closest friends and family all the footage if he ever steps out of line.
194. Consider getting a “Queen of Spades” tattoo (or something symbolizing your love of black cock) put somewhere on your body. This will ensure hubby is constantly reminded of his role as your cuckold, as well as attracting attention from any black Bulls you happen to come across…
Additional 157 ideas
*After orgasm, making sub drink his own cum
*Age Play – diapers, feeder bottles, and sippy cups, pacifier, dolls
*Always address you as mistress, ma’am, etc.
*Baby pacifier tied around the neck
*Baby pacifier to suck on (when masturbating or making love?)
*Bathroom use always with door open
*Bathroom use control – or lack of control!
*Beg for food, drinks, etc.
*Blackmail (fun) make sub compliant and obedient, make sub do anything!
*Buy him a feminine apron and make him wear it.
*Buy him kiddies utensils and a personalized kiddies plate, make him wear a bib when he is eating
* Caged/placed on restriction in cage
*Carrying a doll or toy around
*Cavity check-in private – at any time
*Cavity check punishment – forced enema, soft bananas, glycerine and suppositories
*Clip-on earrings that don’t match – jewelry – obvious string of lady’s pearl necklace
*Condition him to get aroused at things that will humiliate him then tell him you know how much he likes “xxxxxxxxxx”
*Crawl on all fours – restriction/bondage so he can only crawl
*Curtsy in public
*Deride the size of his equipment and get him to admit it should really be in panties or diapers
*Develop a tone of voice when requiring something of him or expressing your displeasure over something. It’ll be your “domme voice.”
*Diapers and forced wetting and/or soiling – bulky diapers, make him waddle
*Domme chooses clothing
*Domme chooses food
*Don’t let him talk at all.
*Dress him as a maid, tart, cleaner, doll, older lady or little girl
*Eat from a pet dish
*Eat without utensils – give him his own bib
*Enrol him for online sissy or maid training
*Eye contact restrictions
*Feed him pureed baby food
*Feed sub laxatives or use suppositories …. And wait!
*Feed submissive from hand
*Feminine necklace exposed (for males)
*Find him (or make him find) sissy friends online
*Forced flattery, such as agreeing that every decision that the dominant makes is wise, correct, and justifiable while additionally praising the dominants physical and personality traits.
*Forced masturbation in odd places. Always dress him in his ‘special’ clothes when getting him to masturbate e.g. frilly panties and bra or maid’s dress – photograph him in his frillies getting excited!
*Forced shopping for pantyhose (male)
*Forced to Undress in front of others
*Forced to be a slave
*Forced to go to bathroom in front of you (..males all fours one leg up like dog or sit to pee)
*Forced to join online humiliation (or humiliating) sites/groups
*Forced to wear a leash
*Forced to wear a sign (slut, etc.)
*Forced to wear adult diapers
*Forced to wear chains, cuffs, manacles
*Forced underwear (panties, nylons, girdles, panty-corselette, tight bra, etc.)
*Forfeits – e.g. if you play with his dick then he’s in diapers for a week, if he smokes then one/ten/twenty cigarette(s) = a day for him in girly mode as maid, cleaner, doll, diapers etc.
*Get him a bikini and make him develop tan-lines
*Get him a blow up doll and force him to make friends with it and ‘perform’ – take a pic of him with his new friend.
*Get him his own makeup bag and have him wear lipstick around the house
*Give him a girls name and make him use it
*Give him a new hobby like sewing or knitting
*Give him a slave or girls name and use it with him in public to remind him.
*Give him written punishments – lines or essays on ‘how much he likes to….’ in neatest handwriting. variation: force him to use his non-writing hand
*Gradually dispose of his male underpants and substitute his new wardrobe from frillies to directoires.
*Handcuffs in public
*Have him insert a butt plug just before company arrives or before you both go out for an evening. Smile at him whenever he sits down.
*Have him keep a journal in which he records his thoughts and submissive feelings. Read it once a week while he is bound or helpless.
*Have slave hold a dime to the wall with nose while holding ass cheeks apart for inspection.
*Have slave wear food on face/clothes.
*His own website –diary, blog, pictures
*Hood, head mask, (zippered can be fun to close the mouth, eyes)
*If She has a strap-on, Mistress can fuck Her slave while he jerks off. Make him ask or beg to be fucked.
*If you masturbate him always get him to ask politely to be touched and always make him cum in humiliating attire. Make him cum into a plastic cup or similar – get him to fetch his cumming potty.
*Immobilization – saran wrap mummification or restriction
*In restaurant order food for your subbie (He will be having…)
*Insist he read some of your “women’s magazines” and romance novels if you read them.
*Invite your friends over for tea and make him serve it. If your friends are amicable make him put on an impromtu show.
*It’s humiliating to have to masturbate for your sexual satisfaction, particularly if you must put on a show. It’s also humiliating for a “straight” man to have something up his ass. So assplay and jerking off is a perfect combination. For starters, make the slave masturbate with a butt plug inserted. If you have a dildo you can mount on a board, have him “ride” it up and down while he jerks off.
*Lay down specific times and schedule for him and treat him like a little kid…
*Lead on a leash while having a rubber bone in the mouth
*Leave bathroom door opened
*Leave or text note with embarrassing instructions
*Let him stand in the corner for extended periods and/or write out assignments/lines
*Lock him in a pantie-corselette, diapers, dress etc
*Made to crawl – shackled bound so he can’t stand
*Made to use a cat litter box
*Made to walk in heels
*Maid services – Make him do housework naked or dressed in women’s clothes
*Make a habit of sliding your hand into his crotch and saying something like, “Getting to be a horny sub are we?” Or, “Since Mr. Willy belongs only to me, I can fondle him whenever I wish? but you may not.” Or say nothing at all: just smile and give him a kiss on the cheek or a pat on the head.
*Make a list of rules for the slave for public and private
*Make him enthuse about how much he likes e.g. his new name, his new clothes/wardrobe, housework, his new hobby and so on
*Make him give himself an enema and time how long he holds it in. Set targets.
*Make him give requests/undertakings when he is aroused – e.g. asking to be dressed girly/wear lipstick/nail polish/put in diapers 24/7 and for how long
*Make him only eat oats without sugar for all his meals without using cutlery out of a bowl. Use a separate bowl for water.
*Make him scrub the floors naked or clean the toilet with an old toothbrush.
*Make him sit at the table with his finger on his lip or his hands on his head while you eat.
*Make him sit on the toilet to pee.
*Make him think of a new way for you to humiliate him
*Make him use baby feeder cup
*Make him walk on his tiptoes. Stick double-sided tape under his heels to see they touch the floor.
*Make him wear female deodorant or baby powder
*Make him wear women’s camisoles under his shirts always
*Make subbie wear makeup
*Mask – latex – give him doll or girlie face
*Micro-management – Detailed accountability and control as to time spent or activities are done, including a list of jobs to do, precise directions as to how the housework is to be performed, and exactly how to act and behave.
*Nipple piercings/rings under see-thru top
*Noisy plastic pants (with diapers)
*Numb or clamp his tongue – give him a speech impediment
*Order him to fetch the newspaper or post while wearing an article of your clothing. Lock him outside.
*Paint his toenails.
*Pantyhose work well with shorts (male)
*Pet roles (act like a dog, cat, etc.)
*Pink Tee shirts will make a great addition to his wardrobe. Look for Tees with suitable messages/names printed on them
*Prohibitions or restrictions on clothing, a common example is being mandated to only wear revealing bikinis or lingerie or including feminizing or cross-dressing.
*Record really embarrassing sessions and make them watch it
*Send him emails in which you mention his submissive behavior or address him as your sub, slave, servant, boytoy, maid, girlie or whatever. Or send text messages.
*Serving other(s) (..clean friends place, tea party)
*Shave all body hair
*Shave his legs and make him go out wearing shorts.
*Shave pubic hair
*Shopping with dildo or butt plug in the ass while wearing control top panties/pantie girdle
*Sign him up at a BDSM message board and tell everybody what he has done wrong.
*Slave made to sit on a wooden chair with a dildo up his butt while being scolded.
*Slave tattoos (temporary, henna, permanent marker)
*Speech restriction, limited vocabulary, special babyish or childish words – make him lisp
*Speech rules – make him use humiliating words for anything of your choosing – clothing, utensils, body parts etc
*Spell Slave sub or whatever with suntan lotion & get tan
*Stand in the corner
*Stand slave in the corner (pants down)
*Style and/or dye his hair – wigs
*Substitute hotpants or little boy velvet-type shorts for his shorts
*Swallow own fluid
*Take him shopping and spray him with perfume.
*Tie a piece of fish line onto a ball harness and lead him with it around while shopping. He will never leave your side.
*Try to find him pink pajamas. Or make him wear a nightdress or babydolls in bed.
*Use saran wrap to bind legs (gives him small steps) or arms (restricted movement) or mummify him
*Verbal Abuse (see comments toward the end of this post)
*Wear (locking) Collar everywhere
*Wear a T-shirt that says I’m a sissy boy, I belong to Mistress, I am a girlie etc.
*Wear a bra and get a tan (males)
*Wear bra under see-thru top
*Wear chains from hand to feet that keep slave on all fours / bent over.
*Wear chains or manacles
*Wear clothes that are ripped
*Wear diapers while immobilized
*Wear panties under see thru clothes
*Wear tight bra under clothes
*Wear unmatching clothes
*When eating out, choose his meals for him. Order a ladies steak or a childs meal for him.
*Write a punishment or reward on a piece of paper and keep them in a bottle. Let him choose one randomly. Add new ones every week.
*Write on body (slut, sissy, etc.)
Bella suppressed a shiver of anticipation as she heard the door open. She had done as he instructed, the bath was steaming, rose petals floating on the surface, candles burning, making the light in the steam warmed room soft subtle. She hurried to the door to greet him, her posture as straight as it could be thanks to the presents he left her this morning.
She wore the white lace corset, tied loosely at the back. To her shame, it was almost too small for her and much of her back was exposed. She felt better about the rest of her attire, however. Where he had found the leather miniskirt she didn’t know, but she loved the feel of it as it brushed against the skin of her thighs, covered only by the silken stockings and garters left for her in the innocuous package left at the foot of their bed. Her hair gleamed in the soft light, washed, perfumed, and brushed so that it softly ran across her neck as she moved. Then there was the collar.
She was still getting used to that and Ian was so patient with her about it. She had it on loosely this evening, not being able to bring herself to tighten it completely, but wanting to wear his symbol.
She moved to the door, worried she had taken too long, and hurriedly opened it, moving aside to let him in. He looked at her with one eyebrow raised but said nothing as he handed her his things. He did pause briefly to nod his approval of her outfit and moved into the living room, heading towards the open fireplace with hands out to soak up some of it’s heat. He looked around and noted she had moved the coffee table and had spread the small mattress they had in front of the fire. His first smile of the night came as he saw the assortment of toys setting to the side of the mattress, Bella hung up his coat and put the rest of his things in their places, then moved to stand to his side, eyes down.
Ian ran his hands over her shoulders, the sudden shift in temperature making her shiver, and her nipples harden. She moved into his touch ever so slightly. His hands followed a path down her sides, stopping to cup her waist for a moment, then moving on down to the back of her skirt. Again his hands cupped her. This time, he held the cheeks of her ass firmly in both hands and pulled her closer to him, taking her mouth in a sudden kiss that made her gasp between his lips.
As he kissed her, his hands moved down the skirt and flirted with the bare skin between the garter and the stockings, making her moan softly into his mouth. His hands skimmed under the skirt to her ass cheeks once more, bare except for the garter belt. He squeezed her ass cheeks, the warm muscles held tightly in his palms, as she wriggled to move even closer to him. He lifted his mouth from hers and smiled. “A bit eager tonight, aren’t we” Bella nodded and smiled downward, quickly checking her handy work. She had made his dinner and set it out on the table by the mattress. Alongside that was a variety of oils and lotions he had specifically ordered her to set out.
He pushed her back from him and settled himself on the couch, setting his feet out. Bella knelt at his feet and untied his shoes, slipping them off gently.
After taking his socks off, she reached for the rag in the warm perfumed water by the sofa. She washed his feet slowly, unaware of how the collar glinted in the firelight, and even more unaware of the smile it brought to Ian’s face.
As she washed his feet, he played with exposed skin along her back. He didn’t seem to mind that there was a gap between the fabric, and she was grateful, she always wanted to please him, look good for him, serve him. His feet clean, she then took a towel that had been laying by the fireplace and still held it’s warmth. She tried his feet with the same care she did everything else this evening. It was supposed to be perfect. She knelt beside him and lifted his plate. Before he took it from her, he gently took her chin in his hands and looked her in the eyes. “You may eat now as well” She took her plate and quietly began eating as he did. The steak had turned out perfect and he ate with complete enjoyment and focus on the meal. The twice-baked potatoes got a rare compliment from him. After finishing the meal, she quietly got up and took them to the kitchen to be washed later. She got another plate out of the refrigerator and a small can. She took them with her and set them on the floor next to her as she knelt. She took a red, ripe strawberry and sprayed a small amount of whipped cream on it, and held it up to his mouth. He took a small bite and she sat up and slowly licked the small trickle of juice that ran down the side of his mouth. She sat back down quickly, her eyes to the floor Had she been too bold? But he just smiled and reached for the plate himself. After repeating her actions, he held the strawberry out for her, keeping it just out of reach until she was almost leaning across his lap. He finally let her take the ripe fruit in her mouth and watched as she slowly chewed and swallowed. Her dainty tongue slipped out to catch the juice and she smiled up at him, her look sly and devilish, for just a moment.
The dessert finished, she moved those dishes aside to let him stand. He moved closer to her, his hips barely a breath away from her mouth. She pursed her lips and breathed out, her breath grazing his crotch, causing a small sound to come from him, and his hands to reach out and wrap in her hair, pulling her closer, her lips now touching the fabric of his pants. She nuzzled and breathed into the fabric, smiling to herself as his hips thrust forward.
Suddenly he pushed her back and held out his arms. Knowing what he wanted, she stood and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, taking her time to lick and nip at his bared skin as she did so. Several times she looked to him for permission, but he just smiled and nodded, so she continued. After she slid the shirt from his shoulders and laid it aside, she reached for his belt, undoing the buckle and slowly pulling it free from its loops. That joined the shirt off to the side. She reached to the front of his pants and lightly rubbed the growing bulge there. Ian gave a low growl and placed her fingers on the zipper. “I didn’t say you could play yet”
Bella quickly looked down and inched the zipper down. She was doing what she was told, but with excruciating slowness, causing Ian to growl once again. Finally, the zipper reached its bottom point and she moved her hands around to the sides of his pants. She tickled the skin as she did so, earning another censured glance from Ian. Finally, she hooked her fingers into the pants and pulled down. She pushed them over his hips and ass and then moved her hands forward to gently pull the pants down over his growing erection, and if her hand lingered just a little bit, well no one knew for sure did they. Keeping her head down, she let the smile play over her lips before pulling the pants down the rest of the way. His boxer shorts quickly followed. She didn’t take her time with them, because she could feel his rising impatience.
With him finally undressed, she led him to the bathroom and into the steamy atmosphere created by the bath. The candles lent a soft glow to their skin as she moved aside to let him step into the steaming water. As he sighed and leaned back she moved to the side and spoke, “With your position, I will change tops, I don’t want to get water on the satin.” He nodded, then spoke, “Put the black vest top on, I want as much skin as possible and hurry up, I don’t want to be kept waiting.”
She nodded and quickly moved into the bedroom and changed into the requested top, setting the corset aside and moving back to the bathroom.
He was still lying back against the tub rim when she returned, his eyes closed as he took in the warmth of the water. When she came back in, he again nodded at her and she took her place at his side. She took the cup from the things she had placed there earlier and filled it with water, having him move his head back so that she could let the water run through his hair and down his back. After his hair was wet through, she took the shampoo and began to massage it in, again smiling to herself at the soft noises of pleasure he made, sounds he was probably not even aware of. She finished with the shampoo and slowly rinsed his hair, following the same procedure with the conditioner he liked.
After she finished she took the small towel and wiped his face dry. Setting it aside, she picked up the scrub pad and added some body wash to it, slowly rubbing it over his chest and shoulders until they were white with the foam. She again took the cup and rinsed him off, then looked up for a moment, “Please sit forward so I can get your back.” He nodded and sat forward, letting her rub the lather all over his back and rinsing it after.
She again spoke, “Please stand, so I can make sure I get all of you. He smiled a bit, but acquiesced, standing with his arms at his side. She took the scrub and lathered it once more before starting at his thigh and running the rough scrub over his skin. She moved across his waist, then over his thigh, inside and out, careful not to touch his twitching cock, even though she purposely moved her face closer to that sensitive area, and exhaled, but she was just breathing, wasn’t she?
She moved down his leg to his feet and then began to move up the other side. She took pleasure in his little sighs and lightened her touch a bit, then made it a bit rougher, letting him revel in the sensations. Once more she reached the top of his thigh, reaching between his legs, scrubbing the skin there, and accidentally brushing his ever-growing cock.
She rinsed the scrubber and then used it to rinse the soap off of his legs. She then took a washcloth and wet it before adding soap. This she used to wash slowly between his legs, up across his tightening balls and hardened cock. She washed down under his balls, loving the moan he made. She rinsed the cloth and then rinsed the areas she had just washed, moving her face closer to his skin and giving just a little lick, just to make sure the soap was gone.
Adding more soap, she asked him to turn around and began washing his lower hips and ass cheeks. Dipping lower, she washed between his cheeks, alternating washing and rinsing, each time tasting to make sure the soap was gone. By this time he had his hands up on the wall to hold himself up, and had spread his legs to help her with access to his most private areas. Once again soaping the cloth, she ran it between his legs, and up, soaping between the crack of his as, rubbing against his anus as he groaned in pleasure. Rinse again, and wash one more time, making everything clean and tasty. From behind she slid the cloth over his anus again, feeling the way it puckered as she massaged that area, allowing the cloth to ever so slightly enter the hole. Then she moved forward some more, lathering the area under his tightened balls, almost laughing at his groan and as he gritted out, “You will pay for this.”
She did let the smallest of a laugh escape her as she drew the cloth up the length of his cock and back down again, carefully washing his balls once more. She rinsed the cloth, then rinsed the areas she had just washed, and as before, traced her tongue over the trail the cloth had taken. She stopped and took her time as her tongue pushed in slightly to the entrance of his anus, wriggling it a bit until she heard him biting back an oath and moving back from her, turning around and grabbing her hair and thrusting himself into her mouth. Surprised she gagged for a moment, then caught his fierce rhythm, taking him deeply into her throat as her hands moved up to massage him. Cupping his balls, moving her hands around behind them, fingering his anus, all of this while his cock was stuffed in her mouth. After a few moments of this, he pushed her back from him, his cock wet and shiny, the tip engorged and almost purple. “You went to far little girl, now I will have to punish you” His voice was firm, but there was a slight smile playing around his lips. She didn’t see the smile however, because she was on her knees in front of him, her head down.
He tapped her on the shoulder and held his arms out. She scrambled to her feet and took the soft towels beside her and began drying him. The smaller one she used on his hair, careful not to pull at the long locks. After drying it as best she could, she took the other towel and began drying his body. She started at the top and slowly dried all the water from his skin. As she reached his waist, she slowly toweled off his groin area, rubbing the material against his still hard cock before moving down his legs. He stepped out onto the mat and turned around so she could give the same care to his back. Again she slowly dried him off, lingering on sensitive areas, like between his legs and under his balls.
Finally, he was dry and she led him back into the living room and the fire. He laid down on the mattress as she stoked the fireplace, making the flames jump and crackle. She then knelt beside him and took one of the bottles of oil, spreading some on her hands and then rubbing them together so the oil would not be cold against his warmed skin. She started at his back and shoulders rubbing and massaging as much as she could, silently cursing the fact that her hands would no longer allow her to do the job she once could. However, she rubbed and massaged down his back, neck, and sides, then re-oiled her hands. She moved down to his upper thighs and ass and stroked the oil over them, rubbing it into the crease between his cheeks, once more paying close attention to the sensitive area around and just inside the muscles of his anus. Another sound came from him and she moved on, rubbing the oil between his legs and under his balls, caressing the undersides with her slick hands. She again re-oiled her hands and moved down his thighs and legs, oiling and rubbing and sometimes, leaning down and letting her breathe run lightly over the freshly oiled skin. She paid special attention to his ankles and the underside of his feet before moving back to let him turn over.
She started with his arms this time, oiling down his biceps and moving down to his forearms and his hands. She took special care with his hands, massaging each one and drawing the oil up and around each finger, following each motion with a soft kiss. Ian looked as though he might say something, but with a lift of his finger he let it go.
She then moved on to his chest and waist, moving the oil over his skin, accidentally brushing him with her hair, or bare arms, her oiled hands moving lower and lower. She oiled the outside of his thighs and down inside, without ever brushing his twitching cock or his tightening balls. She had to take a deep breathe to keep from licking away the drop of precum at his tip, but this was not the time for that. She stroked the oil down each leg, rubbing it into his skin, finally reaching his feet and giving them the same treatment she had his hands. After this was finished, she rinsed and dried her hands and reached for a different bottle, this one a flavored lube she especially liked. She warmed it again and reached out, gently stroking the top of his cock, before closing her hand around him and sliding down very slowly. His hips bucked upwards as she moved and his eyes half closed, a deep moan coming from his chest. She used more of the lube and caressed his balls as well, going between them and his cock, felling the balls tighten even more and his cock twitch and become even harder, the precum almost dripping now. She leaned down and just flicked her tongue over his head, then looked back at him. He raised one eyebrow as he looked back at her and shook his head, just a bit. Sighing at having to leave such a delectable treat, she nodded and knelt back. He stood and looked at her. “Okay now, set those restraints up, and you had better do it right. You have been bad and it is time for me to punish you.” Bella shivered a bit, although more in pleasure than fear. Ian was a good Dom, he never went beyond that line of pain and pleasure, always making sure the punishment served several purposes.
Bella quickly set up the restraints using the custom design that held them out of sight of the average viewer. The hand restraints were set at the top corner of the mattress, and the ankle restraints at the bottom. Once she finished, she went back to kneel at his feet. He nodded and then looked down. “I want the top off; I plan on playing with those tits until you beg for mercy.” He crooked a grin, “Well actually I expect you to beg for mercy several times tonight.” Bella shivered again, this time with a bit of apprehension. Once those restraints were locked on, she was at his mercy, completely, but then the apprehension changed to anticipation and she felt her pussy begin to warm, her juices beginning to run.
She took the top off, as requested, and laid down in place on the mattress. Before he locked her in, Ian again stoked the fire. It wouldn’t do for either of them to get cold. He locked her in place, taking his time about it. Lifting her arm slightly, and kissing the front of it, then locking the restraint, brushing his hand completely down her back before taking her foot and nibbling on her ankle. He then locked her ankle in and repeated the process on the other side. He laid a small pillow in front of her so she wouldn’t kink her neck and nlet her lift her head to lay on it. His final action was to slip her blindfold on, cutting off all light.
She lay there for a minute, soaking in the warmth of the fire, and feeling for his presence. He was quiet and she couldn’t quite follow his movements. Suddenly she felt something cold run down her back, soon followed by his tongue. She shivered and her nipples tightened even more. He moved away again and she felt the sharp sting of the riding crop on her left cheek, followed by several rubs of his hand. “That was just to get your attention. Do I have it?”
She nodded, not having been given permission to speak. “You have been a bad girl today. I have several things I have to punish you for, you know that, right?” She nodded again, trying to make it look contrite. He reached down and pulled up her skirt, so her ass cheeks were framed by the garter belt. He caressed them for a moment before delivering a stinging blow. She made a noise she couldn’t quite hold back and wriggled just a bit. Once more, he rubbed the offended place, before again delivering a heavy slap. This one had hit almost the same place as the last, and it had hurt a bit. She made a small sound but didn’t move, that would call for even more punishment. He rubbed her ass cheeks once more, reaching down between her legs and finding her already getting wet. “What a naughty little girl, getting excited by a spanking, what a little slut. I will definitely make sure the punishment fits the crime.” He spent another minute fingering her pussy, getting her wetter and wetter, before moving his hands and sitting back. She heard movement, but she didn’t know from where, then suddenly she knew, the flogger hit, striking both cheeks at the same time. The leather soft, yet stinging at the same time. She winced, she couldn’t help it, it STUNG. The wincing did nothing but earn her two extra lashes before his hand descended to rub the pained area. He leaned down and she felt his mouth on one cheek and she shivered again. And once more his hand was between her legs, playing with her pussy. He laughed softly before speaking, “You really are my little slut, aren’t you?”
She could do nothing but nod as he played gently with the nub of her clit, and rubbed her reddened ass cheeks. She was so excited by now, she could feel her orgasm. Before it crested, however, he took his hand away and moved back. This time she couldn’t hold back the moan of frustration. He simply laughed at her, the sound seeming to move around the room as she tried to place his position.
Suddenly she felt the flogger hit across her back, this stroke almost like a caress. He pulled the thongs across her body slowly, then twirled them and pulled them down across her ass cheeks. As the last thong lifted, she heard the swing of the flogger and felt the strike. One… Two… Three… Four strokes, she could feel the flesh rising already, then once more, his hand followed, rubbing and caressing as she whimpered softly, his hand reaching to cup her pussy once more. This time his laugh was louder. “You are a dirty little girl aren’t you? You almost came from that, didn’t you? Such a responsive little slut.”
Bella bit her lip to allow no more sound. The hand fingering her pussy was making circles around her clit, moving but not quite touching that sensitive bit of flesh, and she was unconsciously grinding her hips into his hand, her breathing getting faster and harsher. Once again, as quickly as he had started, he stopped, and she could feel the ache all the way down to her toes. Her hands knotted in fists and she wanted to yell, but that would only make things worse.
He chuckled again and moved back once more, then his bare hand came down on her ass cheek, first a sting, then a squeeze, then a rub, God, he was making her crazy. He did this several more times, then again reached down to finger her. Once more he laughed as he stopped just short of letting her come. This was getting almost painful. Finally, he used the flogger on her several more times and then just rubbed her ass for a few moments. He reached down and undid her legs, and she started to squirm. When he reached up to undo her arms, she turned and moved towards him immediately. Then she saw the look on his face and stopped short. “I didn’t say you could move, now did I?” She shook her head and sat there until he told her to lay back down, stomach up and spread her hands and legs. She shifted slightly, the mattress feeling rough and prickly against her tender ass, and her legs were getting chilly from where her juices had run down them the other way. Her clit still throbbed though, and her nipples were so hard they hurt. He again locked the restraints and put the mask back on her. The next thing she felt was him pinching her nipples, followed by the cold rubber of his nipple clamps. He had set them so that they just hurt, but at the same time had her clit throbbing more. She heard him reach for something and felt the horsehair flogger brush against her oversensitized nipples. She bit back a cry as he flicked it a bit harder, the pain and the pleasure mixing into a blur. Back and forth the flick of horsehair went, just flicking the tip of each nipple. She wriggled and writhed, biting her lip to not make a sound. Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped, and she was one big, throbbing mass.
He must have stepped back then because she felt nothing, nothing but raw nerve endings and a throbbing that seemed to be in time with her heart beat. Her pussy throbbed and dripped, her nipples throbbed, even her thighs throbbed. She didn’t know how long she lay there, aware of nothing but the quivering of her body until finally, she felt the softest brush of his hand on her thigh, the sensitive skin between the garter and the stockings. He rubbed the skin on one leg, then the other, then began rubbing higher and higher, her body again tightened in anticipation, her bit lips not being able to stop the moan that came out of her when he again circled her clit, then shoved his finger deep in her pussy. She could feel her inner muscles clamping on to his finger, her juices gushing around it. He pulled his finger free and she heard the buzz of a vibrator. He moved it down her body until it was just over her clit. He touched that small nub and she nearly jumped. Too much… God, too much, as sensitive as she was, that was almost painful. As if reading her mind, he pulled the vibrator back and played around her clit, the sensations building and building. She was moaning and writing now, she couldn’t help it. She was so close to coming. Then, one more time, he pulled the vibrator away just before she came, she almost growled her frustration, and was opening her lips to say something when she felt him, he quickly covered her and with no preliminary, shoved his cock deep inside. They both groaned at the feelings and he began to move inside her. His cock was so hard it felt like silk-covered steel to her, and she was all wet and satin and grasping to him. He moved up her body just a bit, sacrificing some of the depth to get a good angle on her clit. As he stroked, he could almost feel it growing, and her moans as she tugged on the restraints told their own story. She shifted her hips just a bit and thrust her pelvis up to him, screaming his name as she came. Her pussy tightened around him and he gave one, two, three more strokes before he pulsed and spilled inside her. He held himself off of her until he finished spurting and then gently lay down across her body, both of them unable to do much more than breathe.
Finally he moved and reached down for the rag in the now cooling water. He washed them both off, then gently removed her restraints. After retrieving the blanket and pillows, he lay down beside her and pulled her close “That’s my good girl” he whispered before they both drifted off to sleep
We’ve been married 28 years now and it’s been a beautiful relationship. In the beginning, Mike had his career, speed boat, race car, and wanted to love and marry a woman who wanted to be a woman in the most feminine ways. He’s not a chauvinist, he pushes himself to the limit, he knows what he wants, and that would be me, Connie.
I’m a small woman, 5 foot tall, reasonably proportioned, with size 5 1/2 feet. I always dressed nicely and wore high heels (2″ or 3″) with some regularity. Mike’s nature is to do things to the limit and he would say, “if you’re going to wear high heels, wear HIGH heels”.
I suppose it’s a little over 26 years since the evening I sat down with Mike to discuss my idea. I wanted to do something that I could excel at and would be very meaningful and lasting to both of us in a sharing and intimate way with an ultra-feminine flair. With some nervousness, I told him I wanted to commit myself to strictly wearing high heels and become accomplished at walking with my feet severely arched in the most extreme heels. I would need his support and help both emotionally and physically, knowing it was going to take a very sincere effort and discipline on my part to tolerate the conditioning and training of my feet, ankles, and legs in addition to overcoming the obstacles of daily activities. I wasn’t nervous about talking to him; I was nervous about the commitment I was making to him, but there was comfort in Mike’s immediate interest, reassurance, and confidence.
The following Saturday, we gathered up all my shoes with less than 4″ heels and gave them to a local thrift store. That afternoon we went shopping to supplement my variety of heels. We started an aggressive conditioning program that actually went on for months. I wanted to do something right away that would confirm my conviction and decided to strengthen and deliberately shorten the calf muscles in my legs. Using a pair of platform shoes with a 6″ heel (4″ arch) and 2″ platform, Mike cut the heels off and reshaped the sole of the platforms. He helped me as I learned to balance just on the platforms, enhancing the arch of my feet and ankles and putting an incredible strain on my calf muscles to keep the unsupported heel of the shoes properly elevated. Failure to do so would cause the special ankle straps to draw unmercifully tight. The first time I wore these was the last time my heels would ever touch a floor.
I practiced four times a day for the first week, increasing the duration of each session to the extent of my tolerance. At the end of each session when I took them off I would immediately put on shoes with at least 4 1/2″ heels. The extra 1/2″ of heel would allow my calf muscles to rest and maintain the arch of my feet. These were the first of several training shoes we designed for various purposes and believe me they worked.
As the months passed and I became increasingly more accustomed to the ever-higher heels, forming the bend of my toes, arch of my feet, and bend of my ankles, we would increase the severity of the training shoes for the purpose of walk and balance. The bend of my toes was becoming more permanent and my feet were assuming a very nice arched shape. Due to the increasing immobilization, we took very deliberate care with massage, lotions, and soaking.
The last pair of trainers, my favorite, was used to teach me not to use my toes to support my balance and I continued to use them to push my abilities to the limit. They fit perfectly and with my feet securely strapped in, my instep (top of my foot) is arched forward over and beyond the demanding bend of my toes and my ankles are bent virtually to their limit. My heels are at their maximum height and close to being directly above the balls of my feet. The shoes are on a base supported by two small pedestals located just under the ball of my foot and the heel. The bottom (sole) of the pedestals are just large enough to keep the shoes steady as long as my posture is absolutely erect with all of my weight balanced strictly on the balls of my feet. Since any deviance will cause the shoes to pitch unmercifully in any direction, I only wear them with Mike at my side. As demandingly cruel as they are, as my balance improved I did master them.
You’ll notice I haven’t used the usual words associated with high heels, pain, agony, hurt, or uncomfortable. The ground rules from the start were that a positive attitude would be essential and my tolerance level had to be kept high, but we agreed pain would be addressed and corrective measures are taken. We also understood there would be some harsh consequences and I accept that sufferance. Normal things such as standing and walking barefoot is now a brutal ordeal because of my arched feet but I can tolerate and enjoy the most severe high heels for hours on end. The conditioning and training were very beneficial and also helped me learn ways to cope with the never-ending daily obstacles, including two pregnancies, the high heels present. I also want to mention that heel height measurements are deceptive. A 5″ heel has a much more profound effect on my size 5 1/2 feet than on a size 8 or 9.
As for Mike and I, it’s absolutely marvelous. We have a love that is in part bonded by his admiration of my commitment to constantly endure the demands of the high heels, and in part by my contentment in knowing my self-imposed distress and vulnerability is cherished. There is a strange extraordinary sense of closeness and sensuality between us that I can’t describe. After all the years he still makes a special effort to accommodate my limitations and is always conscious of unique situations where I need assistance. He knows just how to help me when I’m wearing extremely high heels without being obvious to others and the fun and enjoyment never ends.
We are a reasonably active family with boating, water skiing, race cars, occasional camping (motor home) in addition to the regular daily activities. Over the years I have collected a variety of high heels, nothing less than 4″, to accommodate the wide variety of activities we are involved in. My favorite style is the very high stiletto heel pump with a short pointed toe and ankle strap of which I have many of different designs. I have several pairs with round toes and thicker heels for very casual dress and to accommodate activities where a broad base heel is necessary. Neither of us likes open or sandal styles but I do have a couple of pairs with platforms I wear for occasions like boating. Heel heights, without platforms, range from 4″ (normal) to 5 1/2″ (extreme) which is the highest I can find in my size. I do have 6″ heels in size 6 and we adjust the fit with foot cushions. I only wear extreme heels out when Mike is with me and I have some idea where I’ll have to walk.
Last Saturday we went out to dinner and I wore a slim knee-length skirt and 5 1/4″ heels. On the way home after dinner, we passed a theater and decided on a movie. Now, this was not part of the original plans and I had on extreme heels. We had to wait in the lobby a few minutes until the previous movie was finished. I was standing with my feet together and Mike knows I like to lean against him so he moved close behind me and lightly held my shoulders. As I pressed against him holding myself rigid, he moved just enough to lean me back so I was only on the tips of the heels without changing the position of my feet. My perilous position and his unwavering firmness is an exchange of feelings only we know and we didn’t say a word.
When we entered the theater the considerable downhill slope of the aisle forced the arch of my feet and ankles beyond their limit requiring my legs to bend slightly at the knees. Mike already had a firm hold on my waist from the side, virtually carrying my weight as we walked down the aisle. After we were seated, since the entire floor has the same slope and the seats are close together, I had to sit with my feet and ankles arched to their limit resting only on the heel tips. My knees were held together by the tight skirt. When the movie was over, Mike put an arm around me and lifted me straight up out of the seat. The seat bottoms move up and out of the way allowing me to get the ball of my feet back on the floor and he assisted me back to the aisle. Mike immediately got right behind me, held me firmly at the waist, and practically carried me up the aisle with me walking only on the ball of my feet. The very high height of the heel places the heel tip very close to the sole of the shoe. With a slope this steep, if I allow the heels to touch the floor the shoe will tend to fall over backward.
We moved along with the crowd and no one realized what we were doing. (Remember that sense of closeness I mentioned earlier!) Going down the steps toward the parking lot was another challenge due to the tight skirt and extreme heels. Holding his hand I literally roll off the edge and catch myself with the other foot without hooking a heel. It’s demanding and kind of scary, but Mike says it’s an absolute pleasure to see me do it. Now, I know all of this might sound as if it were a clumsy struggle but let me assure you we move together as though I was unencumbered and if you were watching us you would only notice our affection and confidence in each other.
A day at a large nationally known amusement park with walking surfaces of concrete, blacktop, wood, and steel, all contoured in every imaginable manner, walking across a large field parking lot at a superspeedway, or climbing the bleachers at a local race track, camping, boating, shopping, and everything else, all in high heels.
This is my life, not a story or a fantasy, and it’s been absolutely wonderful.
They were on the couch talking, kissing, and touching each other intermittently, after their meal. She found herself straddling him, looking into his eyes as she had done, many a time, he liked her there. They were switches, the dynamic ever-changing like two cobras mating intertwined & showing the other what the other capable of, one minute she was dominant to him, the next he to her. Their kisses were searing her down her body to her loins, every time she went to open her eyes she had to blink to get them to focus again.
Her hand was on the back of his neck holding him firmly, lips trailing from his lips, slowly dragging them along to the side of his neck to his jugular, firmly she bites him, feeling him quiver, hearing him take in a breath, she runs her tongue up to his ear where she then firmly bites it, then nipping it along the edges, sighing she kisses down his neck along his jaw to the other side briefly stopping to bite the front of his neck lightly. He grabs her hair at the nape of her neck bringing her mouth to his again once more. She opens her eyes, she feels her eyes unfocused, almost dopey, as he works along her neck and shoulders, making her moan & sigh. They go back and forth like this for what it seems forever.
“What would you like me to wear for you tonight?” she sighs. They then stop for a few moments & discuss what fetish wear she has, their conversation then turns back to kissing again once more. As he is kissing her, he takes the top side & straddles her on the couch this time, the outfit she knows that will best suit tonight pops into her head… “Ok I think I know exactly what to wear.” her eyes teasing as she speaks. She gives him another lingering kiss & has him dismount with a good swat to his ass. “I’ll be right back,” she says saucily, going to the coat closet to grab the black vinyl halter dress that zips up the front. She tries to shield his view of her choice, giggles & prances off to the bedroom, to put it on along with the thigh-high fishnets, & the calf-length shiny vinyl heeled boots he is so fond of. She decides then that the purple collar will go well with what she is wearing for him, no panties so he has access to her as he wishes, & the zipper also down a bit on the dress to show off the swell of her breasts.
She opens the door to the bedroom & notices he has stepped out to smoke a cigarette. She steps confidently again to the closet to get the intended piece of leather, & drags out her toy bag to just behind the couch. She opens up the compartment and as she stands up straight again she notices the blinds in the kitchen are open. She strides over to close them, turning she sees the cherry of his cigarette in the darkness. She wonders if he saw her. She was about to put the collar on & then decided she would present it to him, as well as herself. She then kneels, in the doorway & places the collar on the floor in front of her, & looks to the floor. He steps in just as she straightens it, ” I see you decided what you wanted tonight.” she hears his pleasure. He bends over & plucks the collar up, she lifts her hair up so he may put it on, never kneeling as she had seen others do before. She feels her heart warm & her respect grows with this small action. After he buckles it, he tugs firmly on the ring, “Stand for me.” Her heels make her taller than him by a few inches, she feels the wonder of it for a split second, as he pulls her in to kiss her again once more.
“Do you have a scarf?” he asks, “Yes, in the bedroom.” “Go get it.” She slowly walks so he may admire her as she goes to get the scarf & wonders what he will do w/ it… Her first thought is that he will tie her hands together w/ it. She comes striding back w/ a black polka-dotted sheer scarf that once was a belt to a pair of pants. ” Well that’s not fair, you can see through this,” he states. “I do have a blindfold would you like me to get that instead?”, She does not wait for his answer she just turns & opens the closet for the third time tonight, opens a compartment on the front of the tackle box on the top shelf. ” I have never used this, will this do?” His eyes are dancing as he replies w/ a simple, “yes.”. She hands it to him & he puts it on her, adjusting the straps to make it snug so she may not see. She realizes she trusts him and then decides to close her eyes behind the blue satin as well. He gently maneuvers her around the room until she is in front of the chair in the living room next to the couch. He turns her several times to disorient her a bit, she feels the red bamboo carpet under her heels crackle pleasantly w/ each step.
“Time to sit.” he guides her to the very edge of the chair making her balance a bit w/ her feet spread & in front of her. “Put your hands here.” placing them on the edges of the chair’s cushion “Keep them there.” By now he is touching her, caressing her. He is behind her she thinks, she feels his breath on her neck, then her ear. He whispers each word dripping w/ honeyed promise; ” I want to touch every part of you…” switching to her other ear ” I want to get to know every bit of you…” His lips in her other ear again, ” I think about you often… There are days I miss you in my bed beside me when I am alone, other days I do not… I saw you flipping your hair the other day as you drove in your car in front of me… I was wondering what music you were listening to… I like the color of your hair… I like the way your hair catches the light… I like when you get cocky… I like when you get scared… I like our conversations… I like it when you are strong… I like it even when you are not sure what you want… I notice the little things you do for me… I like to see your eyes when you are happy about something… I like to pleasure you… I like to watch you cum… I like to watch you masturbate for me, I think it’s sexy” By then she just touches her cheek to his as he slides to each ear, as he brings her awareness to only him & what he is saying. Then he is silent, in front of her, his hands are on her again, slipping down to her hot, soft shaved pussy. He rubs her clit w/ just the right amount of pressure, w/o hurting her, the way she likes it. “She never had to show him how he has always just done it right for her.”, she briefly thinks to herself.
She gasps, & moans… She feels his hand, feeling his need to see her cum, her legs tighten as she feels her orgasm build, she feels it come on, but ever so lightly… “Don’t hold it back, I know you hold it back… It’s a bad habit, let it go.” He slides a finger into her & she just melts. He keeps fingering her & rubbing her clit, & before she knows it, she cums so hard she squirts. She feels it warm in the edge of the cushion, & hears it as it drips to the floor. She briefly worries she got him as well, he didn’t have clean dress pants for tomorrow, he didn’t stop home, to get fresh. He is removing her blindfold, the light is bright on her eyelids, slowly she blinks her eyes open his lips upon hers, he is beaming. He helps her up off the chair, they are by the couch again where the floor is open.
She notices her zipper has slipped down a bit further, than where she had left it exposing the swell of her cleavage more to him. “I love this dress.” She says as she teases him by pulling the zipper back up. He starts kissing her again & tugs the zipper down all the way exposing all of her to him slips it down her arms taking it off & puts it folded neatly over the chair. She is standing before him in boots, collar, & thigh highs. He grabs her collar & starts kissing her more deeply. She smiles when the kiss breaks for a moment breaks and slides down the front of him to her knees. She looks up at him as she mouths his cock through his pants, blowing her breath hot through the cloth. ” You may bite it gently w/ your teeth.” He says w/ need in his voice. She gently bites his cock, feeling him lean into her.
Without any further words she unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his pants, & unzips his pants w/ her teeth. He smiles at this. For a moment she mouths him through his briefs, then pulls those down too. His cock is just starting to swell, as she takes him into her mouth, and down her throat as far as she can. She loves the feel of him go from somewhat soft to hard in her mouth, it is intoxicating. She is always trying to swallow him as far as she can, just to hear him moan, but she can not take it all no matter how hard she tries. His legs start to shake, he is hard & he pushes her to the floor to her back, she stays on her elbows, as he lowers himself pants, shoes & dress shirt still on. He is in between her legs positioning himself.
This is what she has been waiting for, to feel him stretch her & caress him from the inside. She sobs w/ need & joy, “Oh God YESSssssssssss” as she feels him slide in. He takes her for what seems like an eternity, as she wraps her legs around his waist, to get him deeper, & to dig a heel in his ass because she knows it pleases him. He gets up after a bit & has her lick & suck his cock again, she looks up at him to seduce him to her again. He motions for her to get on her hands & knees. She cums just w/ him entering her from behind, as he pumps into her, she contracts tighter, he pulls himself out & she squirts on him & the carpet, he pumps into her again & again till she squirts again, calling his name. She feels him stroke himself in her, in the way that tells her he is close to his orgasm, the idea of him cumming throws her into another orgasm, and just as she clamps around him, he pulls himself out to cum on her upturned ass cheeks, groaning “Yeah, Baby, yeah…” She shudders feeling his seed hot on her, but feels empty as well because she did not milk it from him w/ her own pussy. She likes to feel it as it pulses in her, and fills her. He has not given her his seed that way yet… Maybe one day he will she thinks to herself briefly, maybe he will not.
They disengage, the carpet wet from their sex juices… “Wow… floor sex… I can not remember the last time I did that,” she says, giggling. She spreads a blanket on the couch, & she realizes somewhere in this he had lost his clothing except his socks. “Oh you are naked!” She cuddles w/ him & caresses him where ever she can. She enjoys his skin next to hers… Shortly after, they get up, and head to the bedroom, he has to go to work in the morning, she works later in the day… “We seemed to have forgotten dessert, cheesecake & coffee in the morning?” They settle down she is naked between the covers except for her collar, he is in some found pajamas… “One of these days I will get you to sleep w/ me naked & you will never go back.”As she drifts off to sleep,” Goodnight sweetheart, sweet dreams.” She whispers.
I was walking home from work one summer evening, enjoying the sultry mid-western night. Having just finished a shift at Cinema X, where I worked as a stripper, I was wearing a lace teddy with jeans and a lightweight tailored leather jacket. While I didn’t mind the long walk at all, I was pleasantly surprised when a car pulled up and a deep voice asked if I’d like a ride. My pleasure doubled when I realized the car held four very nice looking black men, all about my age or a few years older.
Uncharacteristically, I accepted the ride. As soon as I climbed into the back seat (one of the men got out so I could sit in the middle) the guys immediately looked me up and down and one of them asked if I’d like to stop by their place for a smoke along the way. Although I was a stripper, believe it or not, I was actually very shy and insecure. In fact, it was only while working as a stripper that I finally developed any sort of positive body image of myself (perhaps that night was part of it). And I’d always been fairly tame sexually except for the occasional threesome with my former housemate and his friend. But for some reason, I was feeling adventurous this particular evening, so I again accepted their offer.
When we got to their house, we all sat in a circle in the living room. They offered to take my coat, but I refused, suddenly feeling shy again. After a little ‘puff-puff-pass,’ however, I relaxed a bit, and when they next offered to take my coat, I stood up and slowly unbuttoned it. When I handed the jacket over, one of the guys whistled long and low and I swear another one just groaned. Even at 19 and a size 8, I was still a DD-cup, and the red and black lace teddy was showing off that fact quite nicely.
Immediately, the guys surrounded me, and their appreciative hands were all over me, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples (which to this day weakens my knees if done just right), and undressing me. In no time at all, I stood before them all, totally naked and soaking wet. One of them stood behind me, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back, while he whispered in my ear that he wanted me to get down on my knees. I immediately complied, and in a flash, one of the other guys moved a hard-backed chair around in front of me, sat down, and pulled his beautiful cock out. Knowing what was expected of me, I took him in my mouth, feeling him get harder as I did so. The guy behind me still held my long hair and used it to guide my head up and down over his friend’s raging hard-on for a minute or two, telling me what a good little cock-sucker I was. Then he released my hair and got on his knees behind me and slowly slid his huge cock into my dripping pussy. He was much bigger than the guys I had been with before him (he was the first black guy ever to fuck me), so it hurt a little as he stretched me open, but once he got all the way in, I came almost immediately! The guys all loved that and started to root him on, telling him to fuck me nice and hard. He took their advice while I swallowed a load of creamy cum from his friend. As soon as I finished sucking the first load down, another guy sat in the chair and fed me his cock. I LOVE sucking cocks and was thrilled to death, but I admit it was hard to concentrate while the guy behind me was fucking me so forcefully–not that I was complaining; I’d fantasized about rough sex while still a virgin! Not to worry though; he soon came with a roar and was replaced by another cock sliding into my drenched cunt (this was back in the 80s, before condom use was the norm). From that point on, the night was a blur of cocks and cum, both in my hungry mouth and in my now thoroughly stretched pussy. I was flipped back and forth from my back to all fours, and fucked by each of them at least two or three times. At one point, I ended up in the bedroom being fucked very roughly by the aggressive hair-puller, and when he started telling me what a dirty little slut I was, and how he loved fucking my tight little pink cunt, it only made me want more. I felt like I’d never really been properly fucked before that night.
After I’d been used by each of them repeatedly, I heard them go wake up another housemate upstairs. The housemate protested that he had to work early, but they told him he wouldn’t want to miss the surprise waiting for him downstairs. He came into the bedroom in his bathrobe, and when he saw me on the bed, he grinned sleepily. He opened up the robe and told me to start sucking. He was still fairly soft, so I took him into my mouth and started to suck the blood into his lovely chocolate cock. There are few things I love more than feeling a cock harden and fill my mouth, knowing that it’s hardening because of ME. When he was fully erect, he started swearing and muttering under his breath, calling me a sexy little bitch and telling me that I was going to make him fill my whole mouth with cum, and I’d better not waste a drop. Before long, he did, and I didn’t.
Altogether, I must have taken at least 12 loads of cum that night, and I felt sexier than I ever had in my life. I was thoroughly used, drenched in sweat, and dripping with cum by the time it was all over. Of course, knowing what I know now, I’d never do another gang bang without condoms, but that sensation was unforgettable deliciously slutty.
After that, the guys all drove me home, feeling me up and down and complimenting me on what a hot little slut I was as they drove. I never saw any of them again, and I moved shortly thereafter. On some level, the intensity of my response to the raw sexuality and the pleasure of being used over and over to make them all cum must have really scared me, because it was over 20 years before my next gang bang. (but that’s another story entirely….)
I lay next to her, gently caressing her side, her thighs.
I watch as she sleeps, the steady rising of her chest, a sleep of
peace, of contentment.
I look at her beautiful, angelic face; her naked body next to me.
I smell the musky scent of passion on her, and in the air.
I look at my wife – my soul mate, my love, and I remember….
I remember back to before we walked this path. My fantasies, my fears
of rejection by her if she learned of them.
I remember the night I finally found the courage to share with her
this, as we lay in each other’s arms in bed. I remember the look of
shock in her face, the anger rising within her, the thought that my
fears were founded.
I remember a couple of weeks later, out of the blue, she started to
ask me about my fantasy, talk about it.
I remember over the next year the slow development of the fantasy for
us, as she slowly became more understanding. How we roleplayed in our
intimate moments. Of watching her as we watched our first interracial movie together – how she kept a face of disinterest, but of the
telltale signs of her body that betrayed her feigned disinterest. Her
telling me that she was sharing this fantasy with me, but that it is
all it would ever be, and me accepting that.
I remember that night 3 months ago, as we lay in each other’s arms
after making love when she asked if I really wanted to try this. My
shock, the thoughts racing through my mind – fear, trepidation,
excitement. I responded after the second time she asked, almost
automatically — yes. I remember thinking our life together may
never be the same.
I remember the discussions – what she wanted, what I wanted. I felt a
new confidence emanating from her – one I did not know existed.
She is taking the first step
I remember the night I found the personal ads she had been searching
on the internet. The night she told me that we needed to talk, that
she had found someone. Asking me if I was sure I could deal with it.
I found as her confidence was increasing, so was mine decreasing. Is
this something I really want? Are fantasy and reality two very
different things that should not be mixed? Sheepishly, I responded
I remember her telling me last week that we “had plans” for tonight.
That we would be meeting someone for dinner. That she would like me
to book a hotel room. Again she asked if I was sure that this is what
Did I want? Again I was uncertain; torn. Again I answered yes.
I remember as tonight approached, the tension between us grew – I
cannot explain, but it was there.
I remember arriving home from work tonight. She was already dressed and looked incredible. I was overcome by my wife’s beauty, her
sexiness. She looked and dressed the way she did when we were first
dating – alluring, sensual, but classy.
I remember the drive – the silence, the building anticipation. You
could cut the air with a knife. We checked into the hotel, delivered
our bags to our room. She freshened up, then asked if I was ready. I
had no idea if I was ready or not. I had no real idea of who was
joining us for dinner.
I remember riding the elevator down to the restaurant. The
butterflies in my stomach. The sinking feeling. We walked into the
restaurant and were shown to a booth. She sat, with me beside her,
and ordered a drink.
I remember 15 minutes later he walked in. She did not have to say
anything – I knew right away it was him. Tall, muscular, bald, black.
He scanned the room, then his eyes fixed on my wife, and he strode
confidently to our table. I automatically stood up and thrust out my
hand, which he took and shook – looking directly at me, smiling. My
wife stood and hugged him – it is a sight I will not easily forget.
She slowly disengaged from the embrace and slid back into the booth
seat. He straight away slid in next to her. I was bewildered but
slowly took my place in the seat across the table from them.
I remember the small talk. The look of confusion on the servers face,
and then the slow smile on that formed on her lips as she realized
what was going on. The dinner was a blur. I watched as they talked, as
she giggled like a lovestruck teenager to the things he said. Feeling
like a stranger looking in. The anxiety built within me. The panic.
As dinner ended, he excused himself to visit the restroom. She and I
sat there for a while, unsure of what to say. Finally, she asked me if
I was sure? She said it was not too late – that this could end now. I
wanted to answer, but I could not find words, could not talk. Just
then he returned and slid back next to her. He turned and kissed her
on the lips, and she returned his kiss. I could not take this
anymore – I excused myself quietly and went to the bathroom – I
needed time to think.
I remember standing in the bathroom, washing my face with the cool
water from the tap. I remember the thoughts going through my mind. The
jealousy, the envy, the anger. I realized what I must do. I must put
a stop to this before it went any further. I remember the sense of
relief, the newfound confidence that I was feeling as I made my way
back to the table to stop this mistake.
I remember the horror, the sick feeling as I got back to the booth to find it empty. I remember
the server approaching me, and telling me, as she tried not to laugh,
that my wife and her “friend” had gone back to the room, and that I
should join them once I had settled the check.
I remember the server taking forever to process our bill, wondering
if it were deliberate, the wait agonizing. Finally, it was done, and
as I left the restaurant, my lovely server was standing with two
other whisperings, followed by laughter from all.
Losing my cuckold virginity
I remember walking to
the elevator, barely able to stop myself from running, thinking that
I must get to our room before anything happens – must put a stop to
it. I ride the elevator to our floor and hurry to the room. I pull
out the key card, fumbling and dropping it, before picking it up and
sliding it in the lock. Feeling ready to explode. I remember opening
the door and stepping in. I do not remember the door closing behind
me, but I am sure it must have. I found myself in a state of shock,
of disbelief, at the scene I saw before me. I remember looking at the
bed. On it, I saw him, lying back, his trousers off, his legs
planted on the ground. Between them was my wife – on her knees, naked
save for her black thong bikini, her head moving up and down
rhythmically, his hand firmly on the back of it. I remember making a
noise – hard to describe it, maybe a moan, anything to get their
attention. He looked up at me and smiled. She did not. My knees felt
like they were about to buckle, I felt the blood rushing to my face.
I am not sure how long I stood there, watching my beautiful wife
service this stranger, but it felt like an eternity. Finally, the
silence was broken by his voice. “Are you just going to keep standing
there?” He motioned with his head to a chair across from the bed. In
a daze, I obediently followed his gesture and took my seat. My wife
still did not break from what she was doing, look, acknowledge my
Taking her bareback
I remember watching as my wife devoured him. He was a
large man – more than I could ever hope to be. I watched as his
hugeness slipped in and out between her lips, her eyes closed, lost
in the moment. After a while, he removed his hand from her head, took
her hands in his, and helped her to her feet. He then slipped his
fingers through her thong and slid it down. all the while, she
stared into his eyes, not breaking the connection. I remember as she
mounted him. I could tell she felt pain at first, she grimaced.
Slowly she lowered herself on to him, inch by inch, until finally, he
was fully inside her. Her expression changed then – no more a
grimace, but not sure how to describe it – maybe lustful.
I remember his hands fondling her breasts at first, flicking her hard nipples
with his thumb. Then moving them around her waist, gripping her as
she raised and lowered herself in a steady, but ever-quickening
rhythm. I remember the sickness I felt in my stomach as I watched my
wife give herself, body and mind, to her new lover. But I also felt
something else. A tingling came over me, and down between my legs, my
pants began to rise, betraying me. As I watched them, I slowly was
lost in myself, reaching down without even realizing it to massage
the swelling that I had developed.
I remember watching her as she rode him. Her breasts bouncing with each motion. Her body beginning to
glisten with the sweat of lust. Watching as her body began to shake
and twitch as the rhythm increased, listening to her moans of
pleasure and pain. He asked her what she wanted – she replied with “I
want a real man like you”. I watched as they headed to a crescendo. I
watched as a wave of ecstasy washed over her face as she climaxed for
the first time. She let out a guttural scream. I had never seen her
like this before – I was transfixed. I remember as time passed.
They moved to different positions, and with each new position, she
found new joys. She orgasmed three more times. He orgasmed twice –
filling her on both times with his seed. In between, they lay in each
other’s arms, hugging, kissing, whispering sweet nothings.
Occasionally broken by her giggles, his laughs. It seemed like an
eternity but was in reality about four hours. And there I sat, not
moving from my voyeuristic perch.
I remember them eventually going to the bathroom together, showering together, while I remained as I was.
They were talking and laughing, but I have no idea what was said.I
remember them finally coming back into the bedroom, where she
toweled him dry, and then helped him dress – buttoning his shirt,
putting on his shoes and socks for him. I soaked in the scene – her
nakedness. She was glowing. They walked to the door. He turned to me
and said “later, cuck”, smiling all the time. Then he turned to my
wife and took her hands in his. He leaned down, and they kissed
passionately. Her hands lingered in his, not wanting to release.
Finally, he gently let go and opened the door to leave. She told him
as he walked out that she would call him.
I remember the door closing behind him, and wearily my wife made her way to the bed and collapsed. After a minute she looked at me, smiled, and patted the
bed next to her. I sheepishly moved and lay beside my wife, where she
proceeded to help me remove my clothing. We lay there together,
naked. She slowly caressed my chest and then moved her hand down to
my still hard penis. Slowly she stroked me, and then gained pace. We
lay there silently as she bought me to release. I orgasmed as I
never have before.
I remember laying there, and her leaning over and
saying to me the words “I love you”, and then she kissed me tenderly
on the cheek. With that, she rolled over, exhausted, but content, and
drifted into a deep sleep. So as I lay here, watching my beautiful
wife sleep, her chest rising and falling rhythmically with each