Figging is a sexual practice involving the insertion of a prepared "finger" of ginger root or even pepper into the anus. The burning sensation is said to induce intense pleasure. This technique is used by some practitioners of BDSM. This is a real pleasure/pain activity. The "burning" sensation of the ginger combined with an enhancement of sexual stimulation can be a mind-blowing experience. If you are into orgasm denial for your sub then you'll enjoy hearing them begging for the release. It's important to remember to tie the sub down for this activity.

Anal play is any kind of sexual activity that involves your butt. This can include: Putting fingers around/inside someone’s butt Putting a tongue around/inside someone’s butt (rimming) Putting a penis inside someone’s butt Putting a dildo or other sex toy inside someone’s butt Putting a hand inside someone’s butt (fisting)

Who is anal play for?

Anyone can give, receive and enjoy anal play. Anyone of any gender or sexual orientation can enjoy anal play, on their own or with a partner, as long as it is done safely and with everyone’s consent.

Yes, it is healthy and normal. Many of us are taught that anal play is wrong and that your anus wasn’t designed for sexual purposes. Yet there are thousands of sensitive nerve endings in and around your butt that can give pleasure. Anal play does NOT cause conditions like constipation, diarrhea or hemorrhoids but if you already have these health problems, you may want to avoid it until your butt is feeling better.

Anal play should not hurt if you take it slow, are using lots of lube and have a sexual partner you can talk to.

Anal play doesn’t have to be messy. Some people like to have a bath or shower before to clean the anal area, but this is not necessary. Some people prefer to put down a towel or plastic sheet before play starts and/or have wipes nearby just in case.

How can I make the most of anal play?

Start on the outside: relax the area by touching near and around the outside of the anus with toys or fingers for at least 15 minutes before going inside the butt. If and when you are ready to try something inside, start with small toys or body parts until you and your partner feel ready moving on to something bigger. Take your time. Relax, breathe and be patient. If you are short on time or feeling stressed out, you may want to save anal play for another time. Your anus doesn’t naturally get wet, so have lots of water based lubricants on hand (oil-based lubricants can break down latex condoms and silicone-based lubricants don’t work well with silicone toys). Use lots of lube and re-apply often. Some people like to use sex toys for anal play. Make sure anything you put in your butt or someone else’s is: smooth, unbreakable, flexible, clean, comfortable in size and has a flared base so that it can be gripped and removed easily. Putting condoms on toys can help keep them clean.

Can pregnancy happen from anal play?

It is highly unlikely but not impossible. Pregnancy can only occur if sperm is ejaculated in or near the vagina. For more on how pregnancy happens and how to prevent it, check out How Pregnancy Happens.

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Couples Chastity Mistake

Posted on 16/05/2021 - 24/08/2021 by pseudonymous

A story by DaltonOtt

My wife and I have been married for 18 years. We are a long-term chastity lifestyle couple, however, our chastity does not involve key holding. In fact, we are both in permanent chastity and there are no keys. We are both into heavy gear bondage. By gear bondage I mean metal, leather, rubber, canvas, neoprene, and rope, but not the human macrame type called Shibari.

Like a fetish-level bondage craving man, I rarely get enough heavy bondage. In fact, I’m what is called a bondage pig. My wife is a rare woman because she enjoys a level of bondage that would frighten most kinky men. We both play in the extremes and we love playing long and hard.

After these many years, our limits have been stretched to the very edge and beyond. We now play almost exclusively in the beyond. The knowledge and trust we have built over the decades give us a special ability to challenge each other to go into places others only read about in stories. Our intuitive communication and trust is now second nature. This allows us to blur the line between role-playing and reality.

Our need for this type of bondage is for a different reason. It isn’t to enhance sex it is to escape from sex. I know this sounds confusing so let me explain.

We are both in permanent chastity with no hope of escape. Our devices cannot be removed. I am locked in a spike-lined tube. It is secured on with a bar through the head of my cock and a bar through the base of my shaft. Both of the piercing bars are titanium and permanently secured in a titanium cage. Removing it is impossible to even with special equipment. It has been in place for about 15 years now, but why count?

My wife has 16 permanent Titanium rings lining her labia lips with a spike-lined plate that locks securely over her clitoris with three additional rings. Her vagina is covered by a screen to allow urination but absolutely no access to a cock or a sex toy. No keys or special screws, every chance of escape or removal has been eliminated. She has been permanently locked for the same 15 years.

You are probably wondering how this happened. We were both young .com success stories. Young coders that were in the right place at the right time. For some reason we had the sense to pick up our winnings and cash out before the crash. With common-sense investments, we will never have to work again. We discovered mutual chastity play and for the first year it was amazing and we never ever wanted it to stop. The erotic idea of permanent chastity combined with a dare and a “go big or go home” philosophy got us both in these devilish devices.

We were both young, wealthy and adventurous so we designed and commissioned these escape-proof devices. The device creator did warn us to be careful what we are asking for but we didn’t listen. Our first few years were awesome because we lived in a perpetual sexual high. We then went through a few years of panic with several real attempts to have the devices removed. We offered to pay the creator 10 times what we had paid for the devices if he would remove them. He said he was sorry it was truly impossible and unfortunately a few months after we asked this he became ill and sadly passed away.

All hopes of removal had faded so our only choice was to accept our fate. Once we accepted the responsibility for our choices and excepted the fact we will be buried in these damn things we began to focus on the only thing that gave us any rest from the sexual torment, heavier and heavier bondage.The following years have been totally focused on acquiring and creating more and more bondage equipment and honing our skills.

We do have a sex life. I have several custom dildo gags and cock tube dildo attachments I use for anal sex. She has similar devices to use on me. I get ass fucked for regular milking, however, the internal spikes prevent any orgasms or pleasure. An erection is always painful especially when I am fucking her and she screams out a window-rattling orgasm. I believe she gets additional pleasure out of my painful suffering.

It seems to work about right for a chastity couple. I get milked and stay permanently frustrated without the possibility of an orgasm or full erection. And she has a weird combination of earth-shaking anal orgasms combined with the sexual frustration of never touching her clitoris or feeling the thrust of a hard cock pounding her vagina. In spite of the anal orgasms, she has a constant itch she cannot scratch. This need keeps building and building like a man’s need to orgasm. She says the more she fucks the more she needs to fuck.

The clit plate is also lined with tiny painful and possibly damaging spikes that make any attempts to rub or vibrate one out impossible. Even a few seconds of vibration will turn her tender tissues into ground meat. She has made a few maddening attempts without success which left her painfully raw for a week. After the first few years, she has learned her lesson.

Now if she can’t find sanity from an anal session she asks me to put her in strict bondage with a discipline hood and an effective gag. It is quite a scene to watch as she desperately struggles, screams and cries. When she is eventually physically exhausted, which can take several hours she is released. She is not sexually satisfied after this but she has gathered enough internal strength to control herself and function.

We can be total animals at the drop of a hat. The D/s dynamic between us as it applies to chastity is; I want to ignore my sexual needs but she wants to battle with hers. This means I am called on every day and more to engage in her battle. The result of this ass licking and dildo fucking causes me extreme pain from the spikes. I am compelled to do this and endure this pain, she feeds on it and feeds her sadistic nature which fuels her sex drive. As I lick and pound her asshole her screaming anal orgasms feed my erection attempts, then the pain fuels my own masochism, which fuels my sex drive and so on. It is a perpetual loop for us both that can only be paused by a bondage session.

The bondage we both enjoy is to give us both a place to rest from this frustration. The one not in bondage can focus on “normal” things. Out of sight out of mind is the theme of our sessions so there is little interaction just more and more extreme bondage. The one in bondage can be left with their thoughts or made uncomfortable enough to be forced to focus on their predicament.

This isn’t the usual interactive bondage session it is quite one-sided. Enjoying bondage for bondage’s sake is on the fetish end of the scale. Both of us find this a powerful place to play.

Today maybe my turn to be in bondage. I have had little sleep the past week because my wife is on another run to “chase the tiger”. Sex has been like a drug to her this past week and she is making a full-throated attempt to once again satisfy her sexual hunger. The hours of licking and fucking her ass have me exhausted so I am looking forward to a long bondage session.

We have enough income from investments we rarely leave the property so we can play as long as we want. We have developed a program to generate random choices. This determines who, what type, how long, the level of stress, and dozens of interesting options.. The first choice is witnessed by both parties then the others only by the one controlling the bondage.

Sessions can be from one day to thirty days. The stress levels can include hours of suspension or predicament bondage, sleeping in cramped standing or puppy cages to full coverage sensory deprivation floating comfort bondage. There can be some interactive options like punishment flogging, caning or paddling sessions designed only for distraction and deepening the headspace. We both enjoy the endorphins and overpowering stimulation but have no interest in punishing or being punished. Other distractions such as VR and audio distractions. Every game of chance must involve risk so one random choice is sexual torment. The sessions are usually a place for escape from this but hours and hours of visual and audio hypnosis 3D porn can fuel the fires to the point of breaking.

Common features are not knowing how long anything will last and minimal interaction. It is a don’t ask and don’t tell method that we both love and hate. Alone with your discomfort, and thoughts is an overwhelming place to exist.

Today I was chosen to be the one in bondage. She immediately pushed earplugs in my ears, taped my eyes shut, strapped a breathing penis gag in my mouth, pulled a hood over my head, laced it and locked it, locked on a posture collar then stripped my clothes off. I was locked in bondage mitts after my hand was taped into a fist. Cuffs were locked on my ankles, elbows, thighs, and waist. I was locked on the floor in a strict hogtie as she finished the random choices. My cock painfully strained in its spiked cage and yearned for her fist deep in my ass, so much for the distraction. I must have laid there for hours.

I knew she was probably nearby bouncing her ass up and down on a large floor-mounted dildo. I was finally rolled onto a low cart and wheeled out to our outdoor re-enforced concrete ground cell. I was lifted with a hoist and lowered into the ground cell. It was small, just enough room for a man in a tight hogtie. The lid was an eight-inch thick re-enforced cement slab. The hoist lowered the lid into place. For some reason, there were thick chains for locking it in place. This is my idea of head bondage. I realized this was where I would sleep tonight.

I was in a great deal of discomfort as the hours slowly passed. My sexual thoughts faded as the discomfort turned into pure pain. This is that place just beyond that edge where we had learned to play. I knew I would be here until I wasn’t so my focus was simply on surviving. No need to struggle or panic just breathe and process the pain. Eventually, I entered that place where I lost the sense of my body. The strange and frustrating thing that happens in this place is an involuntary erection. Not one sexual thought, in fact, no thoughts at all but there it was straining in its spike-lined cage.

The body aches had blurred into the background but the pain in my cock was like a branding iron. I willed it to subside but it had a will of its own. For the first time I heard my moans then I lost my grip on reality. The next thing I knew was a rush of air and a rumble of the cement door. I was rolled out, unlocked from the strict hogtie then locked spread eagle on the cement floor.

Hours later I was taken to our standing cage. It was a very special cage with enough room to stand. All of the restraints were removed except for my mitts, hood, and ankle cuffs. My body was smeared with electrical jell and my mitts were locked over my head and my feet were locked to the floor. This cage was my invention so I knew what was coming. My feet were on a steel plate that attached to one side of the electrical source. The other was attached to the cage so any contact with the cage bars would result in a very unpleasant shock. Each shock would raise the intensity of the next shock so it was vital to focus. By now I was very sleepy so each time I lost focus would determine how high the setting would be by morning or whenever I would be released.

Eventually, I brushed a bar with the cheek of my ass. I jumped forward bumping my cock tube against a bar that gave me a double shot and yes a painful erection. I then felt someone touching my ass. The power must be off as my ass cheeks were spread open and a large metal egg shaped object was pushed deep into my ass. It was extremely large and uncomfortable going in because of it’s size I knew I wouldn’t be able to push it out without water pressure. I had designed this feature but had not yet used it. A cord attached to the probe came out of my ass and hung to the floor, it was locked in place to the plate I was standing on. Now if I touched the sides I would be shocked from deep in my ass direct to the point of contact.

I stood very still because I knew the power was back on. I know I made it a good hour or so when the inevitable happened I brushed a bar with an ass cheek and again jumped forward making contact with my cock cage sending a charge from the probe directly through my prostate and up the shaft of my cock. This actually made me scream. The cage suddenly got much smaller. This was a very long night but I didn’t think much about my sexual frustration. The shocks were at a level by morning that even though I was totally exhausted the cost of a mistake kept me razor-focused.

I was removed from the cage and led to our sauna. I was allowed to remove the restraints and hood. I was given water and food and allowed to use the toilet. We had installed metal cuffs for wrist, neck and ankles so I locked myself in, arms up and legs spread in a sitting position. I had also pulled a thick rubber hood over my head. The hood only had nose holes and a bite tube for water. The sauna heated as I heard the door open and the food and equipment were removed. I knew I was in for a long sweat.

The heat became more intense as I could feel my body begin to sweat. This felt good on my aching muscles and joints. Soon I heard the hiss of steam as I felt the temperature rise. The sweat was now pouring out of my body so I drank my fill of water. I was beginning to feel my heart to beat louder and my breath became more rapid. I knew what was coming in one sudden shock I was doused with gallons of ice water. I gasped for air then the cycle began again. After about a dozen cycles I was removed and locked for the night blindfolded and spread eagle on the spa tile floor. I slept for most of the night until I was awakened and my bondage was changed.

My skin was clean and soft from sweating, very sensitive to the touch. She must have thought it was a good time to administer the selected punishment flogging. The program selected the implementation, intensity and number of strikes. I was fitted with suspension cuffs and ankle cuffs. I was raised off of the ground by an overhead winch. My body was stretched into a tight hanging spread eagle until I could not move one inch.

The implement chosen was a rubber flogger, the level was high intensity and the number of strikes was 100+. The rubber flogger was between a thud and a sting depending on the intensity so with high intensity it would be a painful sting. The plus on the number allows the punisher to continue as long as they want beyond the prescribed number. I was flogged front and back, arms and legs for the full 100 then it began to get interesting. My body dripped with what I hoped was sweat and the stress of the position was becoming unbearable. I was not taken down so I knew she was not finished with me. She walked around my body touching the marks in a way that sent blood to my caged member causing that dreaded sexual frustration pain. I knew she was also suffering the same sexual frustration from the flogging as she lowered me and I sank into an exhausted pile.

I was fed then locked in a white canvas sleepsack and hood. The canvas bag was well made and designed for vertical and inverted suspension. I was so exhausted I was able to sleep the night in the inverted position. The dreams you have when you sleep inverted are amazing.

My sessions went on for another week, it had been a fairly intense session but I’m no worse for wear. We plan to take a week-long trip up the coast before we resume our bondage play. We have already determined my wife will be the one in bondage. This is usually followed immediately by the start of the session but that is optional. I want to make her sweat for a few more days. She will need the rest because it will be for a full 30 days of intense bondage with plenty of optional extras. She doesn’t know this but she is nervous and distracted.

A few nights in a bed and breakfast with a view, walks on the beach and a few candlelight dinners will give us a chance to connect. The drive home will be even more interesting because she is going to be hogtied in the trunk. I know, I’m just a hopeless romantic.

Stay tuned for her arrival homecoming……

Figging: The Ginger Experience

Posted on 19/09/2019 - 24/08/2021 by pseudonymous

Figging is one of those little niceties, although probably one of the lesser-known of BDSM erotic techniques. It is either something you love or you hate but whichever it is, there is potential in any new experience, so until you have tried it, don’t knock it.

“Figging” or the erotic use of ginger root, can be the most interesting and enjoyable pastime once the initial preparations have been completed. The method is little known, little used outside of the BDSM lifestyle and even then, having been superseded by commercial and chemical products the basic technique could be easily lost in time and lack of use which would be a pity as there are many advantages to the use of naturally produced substances.

Not much is known about the history of figging or how it became popular, other than stories handed down of it being used during caning, in Victorian times, when it would be inserted into the anus of the “victim” to prevent the butt-clenching. The reason for the insertion in itself is unknown as many if they were to consider it would find the vision of a tight arse most enjoyable. Now, however, mention figging or the more widely used expression of “Ginger” within a lifestyle setting and the “Ooohs” and “ahhhas” will reverberate around the room.

The technique is one that does, however, take some forward planning (in the initial purchasing and preparation) but even that as a precursor and anticipation factor can add enjoyment to the proceedings. Sending one’s sub out to the supermarket or the greengrocers to buy the ingredients for the evening’s play can be most erotic, then to have them prepare those ingredients for both the Master’s and sub’s pleasure adds spice (no pun intended) to an evening of pleasure. Of course, it does help if both those involved are into anal play as like every aspect of the lifestyle, mutual consent is paramount if both are to enjoy the experience. If the sub, for example, finds this kind of play, a hard limit then the Dominant must respect that and once again, figging should be put away until such times as the limit is removed or both parties are happy to look at it again.

Preparing the ginger root

So let us then look at the preparation needed and how best to use this naturally produced toy, sold as a “hand” because that’s what it looks like, with its protruding nodes resembling fingers. Many larger supermarket chains now sell gingers, pre-cut and packaged for ease of use in the kitchen or at the very worst, its sold ground or powdered, which is not a lot of use to those who have different ideas for its use, therefore it is recommended that as there is little benefit in ginger sold in this form, you stay away from it and make the attempt to buy a fully uncut version, thus enabling, in preparation, a nice sized plug of ginger.

Once purchased, keep the ginger in a cool dry place until you are ready; let the anticipation build, watch the sub squirm every time they catch a glimpse of the hand. Seriously though, it is best used fresh unless you have time to allow it to age properly for a day or two. If you can’t wait that long, then let the fun begin.

Some Dominants prefer to prepare the ginger themselves, while the sub looks on, waiting, maybe knowing what is coming next, maybe not. Others may prefer the sub to prepare the plug to the Masters’ requirements while watching to ensure it is completed with precision and care: either way, the technique for preparation is as follows.

Cut a finger from the hand. Unless the chosen finger is long enough don’t cut it at the joint with the hand but rather extend the cut into the hand itself giving you a longer uniform shape. It should be no less than 4 inches in length but the longer the better. Remove the outer brown skin making sure that it’s all removed. Make sure that the plug is smooth, with no bumps or protrusions. Be careful not to remove too much of the flesh or narrow the finger in its main body. Take your time sculpting the finger; it will be well worth the effort if it fits snugly into the sub.

Ginger is fibrous and may take time to prepare, it also has a distinct aroma, which in itself can be an anticipation factor, so don’t rush, enjoy the preparation as part of the play.

Once satisfied with the sculpture, one last but most important cut is needed before the sub can enjoy the results of all that hard work. You now have to perform the tricky bit. About two-thirds of the ways down the sculpture, carefully carve a concavity. This will act as a retention device. Similar to a butt plug where the sphincter locks around the tapered portion of the plug, the concavity will do the same thing. Make the ring no more than a half-inch wide. Remember; do not taper the finger all the way down to the end. You want full circumference of the finger two-thirds of the way down, a half-inch retention ring and then full circumference continuing down to the end of the finger. Do not carve out too much however, as this will weaken the finger and increase the possibility of breaking while in the sub. You don’t need a very deep ring for retention.

Setting the submissive

Now having spent this time in preparation and anticipation, it is best if the sub is laid, face down, bound or not, with a pillow underneath to lift the buttocks into a position which makes it easy to insert the plug into the anus. Unlike a butt plug or your own finger you do not need lube when using a ginger plug; in fact use of these will diminish the effects of the ginger. Instead, use cool water to keep the root moist as you insert it slowly into the anus. Take your time and be gentle, the finger will slide in with care. Continue to push it in until the subs anus closes around it and wait; the Doms’ task is finished, now comes the interesting part to watch or enjoy depending which end you are at.

For the Dominant, the knowledge that he is in control, he can remove the plug and insist that if the sub wishes to continue the experience they beg for more, he can just sit back and take pleasure in the effects his sub is experiencing, he could also add to the session by using other methods of pleasure or pain to stimulate his sub while they attempt to go with the effects that are building up slowly.

For the sub, the sensations are aided by the mental side of figging, all the aspects put together, the anticipation, the plugging, the obvious effects the ginger itself may be having, even the humiliation side of being exposed, bound etc are all part of the play session.

Put it in

One of the attributes of ginger is that of the “build-up” effect. It starts as gentle warming, then as the ginger juice seeps into the subs flesh the sensation of burning builds to a crescendo. Depending upon how resilient your sub is, or how potent the ginger is, the reaction will be different from sub to sub, as they feel the sensation deep inside them. Of course, there is also the mental aspect of being plugged, at the Master’s mercy, tied, bound, exposed as they lay there while their Dom looks on at the spectacle of a writhing sub as the effects build.

Expect different reactions with each individual sub; the effects are quite noticeable and are a pleasant forerunner to further play. To increase the burning effect ordering the sub to clench the butt muscles gives a dramatic increase in the already obvious pleasure-pain that the sub is enjoying. These effects will last some 20 minutes and as the potency wears off, the sensation decreases dramatically, as it will if the plug is removed from the sub if it is found that the experience is not being enjoyed.

As with any natural product, no matter how much of an effect you wish to generate in any given session, there is no risk of any harmful or lasting damage to your sub in the use of ginger and as stated, what effects are generated are short-lived. Simply remove the plug once the potency declines and continue with other teases or toys to enhance your session.

Let’s get creative

Ginger can be used on the clit, in thin slices together with a plug or as a stand-alone technique or if you wish to have your sub begging for release, use it back, front and clit and wait for the fireworks.

For the male sub, ginger has a use too. Place a slice, approx. 1/8 to ¼ inch wide and an inch long, smoothed, into the urethra of the cock, leaving enough outside to allow for removal. The effects will be quite dramatic and almost immediate as the sub reacts to the burning sensation. If it gets too much, the slice can be removed for a while and replaced, removed, replaced until the effects finally subside, dependant on how much the Domme wishes to tease the sub.

For greater effect, be patient; stored ginger tends to lose its zap. However, if you have a little leftover from this session, put it in a sealed plastic bag and store it in the fridge for a few days. Check it occasionally and if moisture has formed inside the bag and a little mold is showing on the root, it’s looking good. Don’t worry about this mold; once peeled and prepared as before, watch out as with age comes potency and this time the sub will most definitely know who is in control. Once you insert the plug, it won’t be them. Note: Any leftover root should now be discarded and it’s time to send sub to the shops again.

A couple of cautionary points to note here: some people can be allergic to ginger if this is the case, then obviously this is not something that a Master and sub will be able to enjoy. It’s likely that most who are will know in advance anyway. Very few are.

If by some aggressive wriggling or too tight a clenching of those butt muscles the sub manages to break the finger while it is still inserted and you cannot retrieve it, don’t panic, let nature take its course and as the old saying goes, “what goes up, must come down will most definitely apply in this case.

Enjoy the experience, play safe.

A Birthday Present

Posted on 22/11/2020 - 31/05/2021 by pseudonymous

It was my boy’s birthday and I was going to make sure it was one he would never forget. Since I got home well before he did, I started the prep early. I took a shower, shaved every part smooth, and put on his favorite perfume. It had a sultry, dark, sexy bouquet. Making sure my makeup and hair looked good, I did the dinner preparations. When he got home, I hustled him off to the shower so he’d be as clean as I for our after-dinner activities. After finishing his shower he came out in the front lace-up leather pants I had set out for him on the bed. I had him settle on the pillow next to my chair; this was a Dom dinner tonight with the twist of my cooking-it was his b-day after all. I made sure the fillets were medium rare and the steak fries crispy, as I liked. I had a small glass of a good Shiraz ready to drink. Sitting down to dinner, I looked deep into his beautiful eyes and toasted him saying, “Happy birthday baby, here’s to many, many more.” I took a swallow, held it in my mouth, leaned over, and let the warm wine trickle into his. It deepened into a long lingering kiss. I devoured his lips, his tongue. Ending the soul-stirring kiss, I turned my attention back to dinner. Between feeding him bites of the steak and fries, we discussed our day and I could see his shoulders relaxing as he let go of some of his stress. As soon as the food was gone, I said, “Even though it’s your birthday, please take the dishes to the sink, I need to change.” he agreed.

Slipping quickly into the bedroom, I pulled off what I had worn for dinner, and put on my red leather halter dress, as it was one of his favorites. Pulling the black, thigh-high, leather boots on as well, I went back out into the living room and waited on the couch. Coming out from the kitchen, he sat in between my knees and leaned his head back onto my lap. I started by kneading his shoulders and rubbing his neck, working the knots out so he could fully calm down. Touching his shoulders front and back always makes me…warm. The power that is there, but never used against me, is intoxicating. I couldn’t resist, I need to smell him, taste him. Leaning closer, I inhaled deeply, smelling Male: power, control, love, lust, devotion. I needed that….I needed him. Nibbling and nipping from the back of his ear, down his neck, and across his shoulders, I began my dance of seduction. I bit harder sucking the skin into my mouth. I heard his growl start deep in his chest and knew that our night was truly beginning. I grabbed his collar out of the bag I had stashed earlier and buckled it around his throat nipping his ear in the process. I needed more; more of his scent, more of his taste, more of his him. Sliding off the couch and into his arms, I kissed him. I kissed him deeply feeling my passions stir. Twining my tongue around his, I sucked it into my mouth. Rubbing, coiling my tongue with his, made my heart start to join the pounding of an ancient deep rhythm. A rhythm that started deep in the core of my body. I could feel his hands in my hair, turning my head to better meet his mouth. Our breathing deepened becoming harsher. I loved how he could easily move my body to join his better. Putting my hands on his shoulders I could feel them rise and fall with his breathing. I wanted more, so I took it. Digging my nails in, I felt his response, his cock twitched under my hips. I ground my pussy on his lap. I loved feeling his reactions. I put my hands on either side of his head and moved his lips to my neck. Feeling his lips, his breathing as he nibbled up and down made me so wet, I could feel my clit hardening. Undoing the clasp of my neckline he pushed it to the side and continued down to my nipples. They were hard and aching to be touched. Sucking one into his mouth, he gently bit down on it. I ground my pussy harder against him. “Harder baby, I need to feel your teeth”. Biting harder made my pussy wetter, and again, I ground it hard against his leather-clad cock. I pulled his face up to kiss him again. I didn’t risk getting too distracted from my plan. Plunging my tongue into his mouth, I curled it around his. Sucking and retreating I tasted…..him.

Straddling his hips wasn’t enough anymore, I wanted him to taste me. Rising off his lap, I raised the hem of my dress above my hips, showing him that I wasn’t wearing any panties-as if the pool of juice on his leather pants wasn’t enough. Turning around and bending slightly over, I told him, “Come to me baby, taste me.” Pushing his face between my cheeks, I could feel his tongue snaking towards my hole. A lick, two, and I then I could feel the spear of his tongue penetrate my back hole. I loved it when he did that. he grabbed my hips and pulled my ass into his face. Brutally gripping my hips, kissing the top, the bottom, each side, then tonguing…. he worshiped me. I loved the sensation of his hot wet tongue on my ass. I love the powerful feeling it gave me, knowing that my boy worshiped my ass. I could feel my pussy juices trickling down my legs. I began to tremble as he slid his fingers between my legs and started to rub my clit back and forth. Every 4th or 5th stroke, he would plunge his fingers in my pussy. The trickle became a flow. As he toyed with my clit harder and faster my knees started to buckle and I slid down onto the floor. I moved his head down to my shaved pussy and demanded that he finish her off. Aggressively tonguing and licking my clit, my juices gushed from my pussy. Never missing, he lapped the juices up almost as fast as I could create them. Moving between my clit and pussy, he never let either feel neglected. I felt my orgasm coming hard and fast. Knowing that he wouldn’t stop, I still held his head hard as it crashed over me. Riding the waves of a massive orgasm, I screamed, shuddered, and bucked my hips hard against his face. He still missed none of my pussy juices. After licking my pussy almost dry, he held me while I recovered.

Even though I enjoy cuddling after mind-blowing orgasms, I knew I wasn’t done with him. I’ve always enjoyed touching him. I love his strength and power. Trailing my hands up and down his chest, toying with the waistband of his pants, the skin-to-skin contact is always erotic. After my breathing slowed to normal, I told him to take off his pants. Unlacing them, pushing them to his hips, and stepping out of them was as sexual as the male stripper I had once seen. My pussy clenched once again. Going to his knees, I met him on mine, and again, we kissed. Deep, soul-touching, throat kissing. I dug my nails in his back drawing him closer and ground my pussy against his cock. Moving behind him, I nipped his shoulders and toyed with his nipples. I know it’s not his favorite, but I just can’t help it. The vulnerability of his nipples as I pull and twist them makes me extremely wet. Getting the bag from earlier, I got the strap-on, harness, and lube out. Pushing his shoulders to the carpet, I lubed up my fingers and his ass. We had played often back here, but never a full pegging. I pushed in my first finger easily; we had done that plenty of times. Stroking it in and out, I readied it for the second. After a moment or two, I pushed in the second. Taking my time, stroking his cock as I played with his ass, he moved a minute amount back against my fingers. I knew he was ready for the third. I nibbled up his spine and licked my way back down; making sure that as he gently started thrusting, none of my fingers came out. I wanted him the feel the fullness of all three fingers. As he was getting harder and harder, I knew it was time for my cock to penetrate him. I had chosen a cock that was only slightly larger than my three fingers. I made sure that it was as well lubed as his ass. I wanted him to be able to enjoy this as I fully expected him to take it in the future. Guiding my cock to his back hole, I very, very slowly pushed the head in. I know that the head is the largest part and getting his hole to stretch over it was the biggest hurdle. Taking my time, waiting for his ass to get used to the feeling of something that large, I waited. As his shoulders relaxed, I knew it was time for the next step. Holding his hips, I eased my way a tiny bit more. I held his hips and wouldn’t let him move away from my cock. he groaned as the head pushed fully in. Making sure that my cock was glistening with lube, I pushed. Slowly, but firmly, I pushed until my cock was buried in his willing ass. I eased out, almost completely, but not quite. Grabbing his shoulders I slowly pulled him back onto my cock. I know that my boy is primal and I know that he loves rough and hard sex, but this, now, was not the time…..yet. Grinding my cock into his ass I made sure that every thrust ended with my pussy pushed against his hard cheeks. I love the feeling of his cock in my ass, how in control he feels to me and I wanted him to savor that same feeling. Using his shoulders as leverage, I began thrusting faster. In and out, grinding, driving, I was setting a steady pace. I could feel my clit getting harder from the friction of the base of my cock. I could feel the juices of my pussy building again. Reaching around to his cock, I could feel it was getting harder. Even though it wasn’t our usual sex, the thrusting was still getting to the both of us. I knew that the ‘p’ spot in his ass was getting a good rubbing to. Putting a squirt of lube in my palm, I closed my hand around his cock. As I thrust his cock pushed through my hand stroking him. Pulling us back, my hand stroked back to the base of his cock. Tip to the base as I fucked him, my hand stroked him harder and faster. Pushing my hips into his ass I fully buried my cock in his no-so-tight hole. Thrusting in and out I could feel his cock getting harder and then-there- I felt it-the small throb he would get just before he came. While I continued to stroke him, he threw his head back and ROARED his thick creamy cum exploding from his cock. Seeing that, I thrust my cock harder and deeper in his widely stretched hole. I ground my pussy against his flanks. Plunging my cock deep inside him, I moaned loudly and bucked my hips hard against his tight ass. Wave after wave of orgasm hit me. Breathing heavily, I lay against his back. As always the skin-on-skin soothed us. Lazily touching and stroking, we recovered from another mind-bending orgasm. Slowly, carefully, I pulled my cock out of his now well-used hole. Taking off the harness, I cuddled him close.

Touching him is one of my favorite cool-down activities. I love caressing him, soft in my favorite places, hard, like a man’s skin should be, in others. I reached lower skimming my fingers down his chest, across his tender nipples. Our mouths fuse perfectly. Our tongues touch and the fireworks start. Stroking his tongue with mine is a dance of mutual pleasure. Giving, taking, conquering, retreating, it’s seduction at its finest. As our kisses deepened, I could truly taste him, scent him and my heart settled. I KNOW this man. Kissing him, twining our tongues together only fed my hunger. As I was touching, caressing him, his hands were moving as well. Reaching down he flicked his fingers over my nipples. As I arched my back to give him better access, he pinched and pulled them. As soon as the pinch was painful, I bit him to show my approval. Bending over, he bit back. That was all it took for us to start a flurry of biting and scratching. As he sank his teeth in my breast, I raked my nails up his back and slid my pussy over his cock. Grabbing his head, I shoved my tongue down his throat. Pulling his head back, he bit my neck. My pussy instantly gushed juices on his cock. I pulled his head to the side so I could latch onto his jugular. Biting my neck harder and growling, he thrust his cock closer so it rubbed against my now sopping wet pussy. I retaliated by digging my nails in and pulling them across his shoulders. He grunted in pain. My pussy surged again. She started pulsing and throbbing in time to our breathing. I pushed him so he rolled to his back. I NEED to bite, scratch, to dominate, and to FUCK. He gave me the bites and scratches I needed to push me over the brink of my civility. Snarling, I bared my teeth at him and lunged for his chest. I bit, I bruised. Hissing, I ground my soaking wet pussy against his stiff cock. As he pulled my nipples, I moaned and poised my pussy over the tip. Taking the tip of my nipple in his mouth he bit. I slammed my pussy onto his cock. Pumping, thrusting, rocking, I drove his cock in and out of my drenched pussy. Sheer animalistic fucking took over. Snarls, growls, roars filled the room as we fucked. Putting my hands on his biceps, I dug my nails in, scoring his flesh, leaving half-moon impressions in his skin. Using his nails he raked furrows in my back. I bit, he bit back. Panting hard, I plunged my pussy onto his cock one final time; I flooded his cock in pussy juices and screamed as I came violently. Thrusting his cock as deep as it would go, roaring like the primal he is, he shot his hot thick cum deep in my pussy. I collapsed onto his chest. Breathing heavily, purring I rolled to his side. Looking deep into his eyes, I once again said, “Here’s to many, many more.”

My First Butt Plug

Posted on 04/11/2020 - 05/02/2021 by pseudonymous

I was 19 years old and I had just arrived at my first BDSM party. A popular leather/BDSM store put on a party every month and I finally found the courage to attend. Looking back I must admit I was still a callow young man. I sat by myself at the bar, having a few drinks, and taking it all in. After an hour or so, when I was beginning to feel a bit like an outsider, a beautiful young woman dressed in an amazing leather outfit approached me. She asked me if this was my first BDSM party. I smiled and confessed that it was. She smiled back at me and said, “Let me introduce you to someone. I’ve noticed a woman over by the tables that have had her eye on you.”. She led me across the bar to a woman sitting at one of the high tables near the wall. She was a bit overweight and seemed fairly reserved, but I could tell by the way she held herself she was clearly Dominant. I was excited, but at my young age, I found myself thinking, “Why couldn’t it be the hot young Mistress that was interested in me?”. In any case, I sat down and we began to talk. We talked for the majority of the night and towards the end of the night, I found myself becoming slightly smitten with Her. She was strong, confident, and clearly unabashed in her kinky sexual desires. Somehow during our conversation, she got me to reveal that I had never had a butt plug (or anything really) in my ass and how I was really a bit hesitant about the whole thing. She smiled at me and asked if I would be willing to come home with Her. Earlier in the night, she had given me a playful spanking with the crop she was carrying, and she told me she wanted to take me home and give me a proper spanking. I was a bit nervous, but my penis spoke up and convinced me.

When we arrived at her house, she wasted no time escorting me to her ‘playroom’. I was nervous as I followed her down the hallway, but I also found myself terribly excited. She had been very calm and relaxed the entire evening and now was no different. I could feel her drawing me in, and I suddenly got the sense she’d been guiding the conversation all night towards this moment. As I stepped into her dungeon playroom, I saw a room full of bondage furniture, paddles, rope, dildos and BDSM equipment of all types. My heart raced and I began to question whether this was the best idea, but when she calmly asked me to undress, I felt strangely compelled. She watched as I undressed, and smiled when my cock popped out of my underwear and pointed straight towards the ceiling. She guided me to a pair of wooden sticks in the center of the room and directed me to place my head and wrists into the half-moon cut-outs so she could swing the top bar into place and lock me firmly into position. I did as she instructed and remember the mixture of excitement and nervousness as the top bar swung into place and she locked it shut. She circled me, admiring my naked body locked in position and fully at her disposal. I felt her hand trace a line down my back and come to rest on my ass. She rubbed my ass cheeks for a few moments and then pulled them wide apart. The cool air on my butt hole scared me and I arched my back, pulling away slightly. She moved with me keeping them apart. She held them apart for several minutes and then pressed a finger against my butt hole. She didn’t penetrate me, but I could feel her finger pressing against my butt hole. It felt good, but I was nervous… nervous about what she had planned for me. Finally, she removed her finger and stepped around to my side, running one hand up my back and the other reaching down and finding my cock.

I could hear a smile in her voice as she said, “A handsome young man like yourself out at your first bondage party… and now you’re locked up in my dungeon”. She began to stroke my cock and continued, “Will you be a good boy or do I need to give you a good hard spanking?”. “I’ll be good”, I responded expecting a spanking anyway but enjoying what I considered to be a bit of role-playing. Her hand stopped stroking my cock and she left me for a moment. It sounded like she had gone across the room to a table of equipment. When she returned she stepped in front of me, squatted down and looked directly into my eyes. I could see she was holding a butt plug in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. “I want to take that virgin ass of yours sweetie.”, she said with a clear glint of desire in Her eye. I told Her, “I’m not too sure about that. Maybe some other time. This was just our first time together.”. I was very nervous. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll only stick it in if you beg me to stick it in”, she told me. I envisioned never-ending spankings until I agreed and I began to protest when she continued, “and I won’t use any spankings or pain to coerce you.”. I was amazed… and I paused for a moment. “OK”, I agreed.

She began to rub lube on my ass, massaging it into my butt cheeks. Her fingers occasionally brushing my butt hole. Using more lube she moved her way up onto my lower back and down onto the backs of my legs. It felt incredible and I found myself closing my eyes and thoroughly enjoying it. Her lubed hand found its way to my cock and she stroked it for almost a minute until I moaned softly and begin to thrust slightly against her hand. I was very near orgasm but she clearly had other plans. She moved back to massaging my ass and this time moved quickly to put pressure on my butt hole. It felt good and being a horny young man I was already awash with lust. Before I knew it her finger had slipped inside me and was probing around my ass hole. I found myself beginning to move and squirm a bit, trying to get more of her finger inside me. She pushed in deeper and grabbed my cock from behind with her other hand. She held my cock tightly and slowly inserted a second finger. I moaned as she pushed them in deep and squeezed my cock. My cock was twitching slightly and I was pushing back as far the stocks would allow. She stroked my cock slowly 2 or 3 times as she removed her fingers. I pushed back aching for them not to leave. She stroked my cock a few more times and I could feel the tip of the butt plug as she placed it against my butt hole. She pushed it slightly so the tip just broke the seal and then pulled back. I struggled and pushed back against it. Wanting it inside me, but she would not insert it. She pushed slightly again and held it there while I squirmed against my bonds. She squeezed my cock firmly and I remembered our deal, I had to beg her for it. “Please… PLEASE Mistress push it inside me!”, I nearly blurted out. Still nothing but her tight grip on my cock and the tip pushing slightly against my butt hole. I continued to plead, “PLEASE Mistress I beg You. Please push it inside me!”. I truly wanted it inside me and I was becoming desperate. “Will you take it all?”, she asked me? “Yes, Mistress! PLEASE!”. “Are you sure?”, she asked again. “Yes, Mistress! Please!”, I pleaded again. I felt her let go of my cock and the tip of the plug ease slowly inside me. I was overcome with lust. I pushed back against her and very slowly felt it increase in size as she eased it inside me. Very quickly my butt hole began to feel tight as the size increased. The fullness excited me, but I began to wonder if it was going to fit. She paused for a moment… and as I relaxed she eased it past the hump, allowing it to slip in all the way to the base. I was worried it would be too big, or that it would hurt and now with it deep in my ass I was relieved… and I must admit I was also very excited. She pushed on the base of the plug, making sure it was deep inside me and then began to unfasten the stocks.

I was surprised to find myself blindfolded and tied tightly to a chair, sitting on the plug that was still inside me. She stroked my cock for a few minutes and then told me she was going to take a hot bath and that she would see me in an hour or so. When she left, I immediately began to feel a bit strange, tied to this chair naked with a but plug inside me. After about 20 minutes, I became bored and a little irritated. My butt was starting to go numb against the wooden chair and I wiggled against my bonds to get a bit more comfortable. As I did, the plug pushed and pulled against my butt hole. I was surprised at how good it felt. I squirmed a bit more, enjoying the sensation. And after 10 minutes, I was pushing and sliding, moving anyway I could to get the plug to move around inside me. Lost in my passion I was startled when Mistress touched my leg.

She explained how she had been sitting there watching the whole thing. She didn’t just want to be the first person to put a butt plug in my ass. She wanted to turn me into a slut overcome with lust for that plug. She untied me from the chair and removed my blindfold. Standing there naked in front of her, I remember wanting so badly to have sex with her! She looked down at my throbbing cock and smiled. She had a length of rope in her hands and I savored the feel her body pressed against mine as she reached around behind me and wrapped the rope around my waist. She passed the 2 ends of the rope through the loop on the other end and pulled it tight around my waist. She passed the 2 ropes around my cock, through my legs and over the butt plug still deep inside me. She removed all the slack and fastened it tightly in place creating a rope harness that would keep the butt plug inside me. Then she had me get dressed and sent me home.

Obedient wife [sex games, control,kinky]

Posted on 01/10/2018 - 16/12/2020 by pseudonymous

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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Big Night In (strap-on)

Posted on 24/08/2019 - 14/09/2020 by pseudonymous

It is going to be satin for him

The store was crowded when I stepped in. Several other women clustered around one of the racks, while another pair stood ready to check out at the cash register. I wandered about aimlessly, flipping through clothes. I found several outfits I’d like to come back and buy, but today wasn’t about me. I stepped around the exiting pair of girls, noting that they were holding hands happily. I’d heard that the salespeople made everyone feel comfortable here and obviously I’d made a great choice. My fingers slid against the silk, pausing to slip my fingers behind lace, imagining the look against soft white skin. Still, I knew that what I really wanted wouldn’t be that easily found. Soon the ladies, evidently planning a bridal shower, headed out of the store with their purchases. The salesgirl stepped up and asked if I needed help. The pretty thing she was, a little edgy, but a big smile. I explained what I would be needing to purchase for my planned evening.

The salesgirl motioned me to follow her into the back room of the shop, behind heavy curtains marked no admittance. “Is this what you’re looking for?” she asked, pointing to a wall of very sexy outfits and lingerie. I smiled as I looked over the wonderful clothes, all meant to specifically mold to a male’s body. “Oh yes, this is exactly what I want,” I said. I’d already seen exactly what I wanted: I passed over the school-girl plaid skirt and went straight for the flirty skirt in vibrant red. I could see it covering your bottom, falling to mid-thigh to dance around as you walked. Nearby was a satin button-up shirt that would work with or without breasts. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go for the falsies at this point, maybe later. But I was very interested in the matching bra and panty set. The cute little ties on the side of the hips cinched the deal for me. I could see myself pushing up against you, rubbing your cock through your panties, feeling your nipples beneath the satin. Those little ties would make access to your ass sinfully easy. “I’ll take these, but I’ll need the smallest bra for now. I may be back for a larger one, we’ll see.”

My plastic dick

I smiled wickedly as I stepped through the door, hearing the sound of the shower. Perfect timing I thought as I stepped into the bedroom, I swapped your already laid out clothes for my recent purchases. Grabbing my own “outfit”, I headed to the guest room for my own shower, already wet in anticipation. I knew I wouldn’t need to tell you what I expected. The clothes would be a hint all their own. I ordered in dinner as I passed through the living room, trying to decide if I’d be making you answer the door. Quickly washing up, I moaned as the washcloth passed over my already swollen clit. No time I thought, I knew that you’d be done in the shower already. Quickly slipping into the harness I’d brought I adjusted the straps around my waist and thighs. I pulled on my underwear over it, tucking the dildo inside, upright, knowing you’d see the bulge. This was a recent purchase and was obviously different than the previous toy I’d used on you. This would also be your first experience with the strap-on. I quickly threw on my pants and a very soft sweater, loving the feel against my hard nipples.

I heard the door to our bedroom open as I stepped into the living room. I watched as you came out barefoot, but completely dressed. Your eyes were already glowing with anticipation and I could see your cock pushing against your panties as you stepped toward me. Looking over me, your eyes widened when they took in the size of the dildo hidden under my pants. Moving in, I kissed you, pulling your head down to me, taking complete control. Seeing you in that skirt had me close to Cumming already but I wanted it to last. I slid around behind you, letting my fingers caress your ass as I admired it. I flipped up the skirt and looked my fill, loving the way the satin cupped your cheeks. I ran my finger down the crack of your ass, and then pressed in tight, rubbing my fake cock against you, letting you feel it. I’m sure I felt you shiver in delight.

“You look so hot; I’m creaming my panties completely. I need you to take the edge off now.” I sat down on the edge of the couch, and motioned you over. Pointing at the floor, I told you to kneel putting your mouth level with my pussy. Slipping my fingers in your hair, I tugged your face closer, until I had you right up against my clit. “Suck me,“ I said, “through my panties.” I moaned as you followed my command, nipping at the lips, trying to nudge your way into to reach my clit. Unable to stand it any longer I told you to take my panties off and watched as you slowly uncovered the head of the dildo. I’d bought a much more realistic one this time, so you’d feel every ridge.

With my panties off, I held the dildo out of the way as you slid your tongue against my clit, drawing it into your mouth and sucking. “Use your fingers while you suck, fuck my pussy with them.” As you slid your fingers into my pussy, curving them just right, I groaned louder. I grabbed your head and pulled it hard against my pussy, the dildo, freed from my grasp, bounced against your forehead as I pushed against your fingers. I felt myself begin to topple over the edge and I urged you on, wrapping my legs around your back and squeezing tightly as I came.

I waited for the tremors to subside before I released you from the grip of my thighs, still holding you near with my hands in your hair. As I sat upright on the couch, the dildo slid down and hit your face. “Like it,” I asked? “It’s larger than the other,” you said cautiously. “You’ve been easily able to take that one, I think you’ll like how full you’ll feel with this one.” I could see a little nervousness on your face, but I could also see how hard your cock was throbbing. I slid my foot against your thigh, sliding it up under your skirt. Slipping the arch of my foot over your cock, I rubbed it back and forth through the satin panties.

I pulled out the lube I’d placed on the couch earlier and handed it to you. “Get me good and greased up because I can’t wait to see that ass bent over in front of me.” Squeezing out a gob you spread it over the cock, stroking it as if it were real. I could tell you were measuring it, trying to get used to the idea of it being buried in your ass. “Good boy, now, turn around. Yes, like that, now, on your knees.” I looked at the picture you made, on your knees, with your sexy ass covered by that little bit of skirt. So tempting, I reached out and slapped one cheek, watching the skirt dance.

Penetrating

Once more I smacked your ass, harder this time. “Ease the skirt up, I want to see your ass in those panties.” Gripping the skirt you gathered it in your hands and pulled it up to your waist. I smiled and rubbed my hand over your panty-covered ass, sliding my fingers under the top edge to rub along the crack. I couldn’t wait any longer, grabbing the strings on one side, I untied the panties, letting them drop and exposing your ass just enough. I pushed your back, forcing you to lean down toward the floor. Now I could get right where I wanted.

Grabbing the lube, I greased up my fingers, sliding them down the crack, rubbing the lube against your asshole, moving down further to caress your balls, still covered by the panties. Using one hand to pull on your cheeks, exposing your hole, I spread a bit more lube right on the opening, pushing it in, working my finger around just inside. Once I had enough lube there, I slid my fingers down to cup your balls, leaving my thumb free to begin pushing its way into your ass. I could feel your balls tighten as I forced my thumb in beyond the ring. I held it there, waiting for you to relax into it, knowing it wouldn’t take long.

Feeling your muscles relax, I eased my thumb in further, at the same time giving your balls a squeeze. Pressing my face against your back I nuzzled your spine as I eased my thumb out and in. When I sensed you were comfortable with the thumb I slipped it out gently then applied more lube, now using two fingers to press into your ass, stretching you further. Moisture was beginning to pool between my legs as I watched my fingers disappear into your ass.

I eased over you, running my hands along with your shirt, bunching and unbunching it, feeling your muscles through the satin. My fingers continued to piston in and out of your ass, spreading the lube while I moved more into position. My clit was throbbing and I couldn’t wait for the moment when I grabbed your hips and slid home. Sliding my fingers out completely, I reached for the dildo, dragging the head along the crack of your ass. With my other hand, I pulled your cheeks apart, exposing your sexy hole. “Look at your ass, spread out and waiting for me to fill it. Are you hungry for it?” I asked as I slid the head into place, pushing forward just enough to hold me in place. You groaned softly at the pressure, heavier than before, and gave a barely heard “Yes.”

Pushing forward slowly I watch the head pressing in, opening you. Easing my hands down, I grasped your hips with one hand while I slid the other into the front of the half-off panties, finding your cock oozing precum. “Tell me what you want, baby. Let me hear it.” I paused, letting you get used to the stretch. “Fuck me.”, you growled. “fuck my ass hard.” Satisfied with your answer, l drove my hips forward, slowly but steadily. Watching as your ass seemed to suck me in hungrily, the head pushed past the ring, making the slide home easier. Your cock was throbbing in my hand as inch after inch filled your ass. It didn’t take but a moment to bury me deep. Feeling my hips brush your cheeks I threw my head back in triumph. “Good boy, look at you take it all. Now let go of your skirt.”

You dropped your arms immediately, bracing yourself on the floor, pushing your ass back against me. Though the skirt fell between us, covering your beautiful ass, the view of me fucking you in your skirt was even more tantalizing. I growled in satisfaction as I gripped both hips hard and gave a rough thrust with my hips. I could wait no longer, and I pulled the cock out half-way only to bury it back in your ass immediately. You began to push your ass against me in time with my thrusts, your moans of pleasure getting louder. I ran a hand over your cheek as I fucked you, then gave it a hard smack. I felt the vibration from the slap echo through your ass as I began to fuck you with hard-driving strokes.

Anal orgasm

I watched as you bit your lip, knowing you were close to coming. “Stroke your cock while I fuck this ass of yours, I want to watch you cum,” I told you. Quickly you reached down, moving the panties down enough to expose your hard shaft completely. I watched as you grabbed your cock tightly, milking it. The skirt edge hit your cock softly with every stroke, bouncing around you as I fucked you harder. Smacking your ass again I watched your face as your eyes closed and you stroked even faster. I pulled back further as I eased out, almost to the head, then thrust in hard. Longer strokes, harder. Matching your fist stroking. “Oh god, yes, pound my ass,” came your harshly uttered response. I felt your body tense, knowing that your ass was tightening its grip on the dildo, then saw the spurts from your cock as you came loudly.

Stroking your back, I smiled softly, as you milked the last drops of cum from your cock. I looked down at the picture we made, your masculinity, even more, striking against the soft skirt, the bare edge of the dildo visible where it filled your ass. I was already thinking of the next time as I withdrew from your ass. Maybe I’d have to get that school-girl skirt after all. And do more research on dildos and harnesses. Find one with a toy for me as well.

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A visit from my mistress

Posted on 15/07/2019 - 12/01/2020 by pseudonymous

I arrived at the house a bundle of nerves but excited to be with you once again. You told me ahead of time just to walk in the door, you would already be ready and waiting for me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I entered into your domain. The house was dark, candlelight glowed around the room. It was very romantic. It took my eyes a bit of time to adjust to the light, and when they did I realized there was a figure kneeling just to my right. In a faint whisper, I heard “welcome my mistress“!

Goddess is waiting in

I very slowly walked towards you, taking in as much as I could. You had on a blindfold and nothing else. Your arms were crossed in front of you with your hands just holding onto your cock. Like you were ashamed to let me see that you were excited. Your breathing was slow and shallow with anticipation of what was to come. There was a pretty wrapped package in front of you with a single white rose upon it. I knelt down in front of you picked up the rose noticing that the thorns were removed at the lower half where I was to hold it. I took in the aroma of this lovely blossom and smiled, thought to myself; my slave is so good to me. With that, I placed the rose just at the base of your neck and drug its thorns down your chest. Not enough to tear the skin, but enough to show the red scratch marks. You inhaled deeply and arched your back moaning with happiness. I leaned closer to you my lips almost touching yours, I whispered, “thank you for the gifts”. And I kissed you gently on those soft pouty lips. I rested there for just a moment, taking in your essence. Your tongue escaped and parted my lips, searching for that delectable dance our tongues do so well. I love the way you kiss me, adoring and passionate! I backed away and quickly slapped you across the face! “I did not say you could kiss me, Slave”! The shock of this slap took your breath away and made your cock become more erect. With your head bowed in shame you cried out, “I’m sorry Mistress, forgive me. I could not help myself”.

Again I took the rose and let the blossom run up and down your chest. The soft peddles felt nice caressing your skin. I ran the peddles down your stomach to the top of your pubic hair. Ran it across your pubic region and I watched your cock leap at every touch. I let it glaze across the head of your cock the precum touched the peddles and made a silky stream. I bent down breathed ever so slightly at the head. Letting you know my mouth was close. You sucked your breath in with the hope I would take you. Your cock bounced about waiting for something to happen. I stuck my tongue out and just licked off your precum carefully not to touch any skin. You tasted deliciously sweet as I let it linger on the tip of my tongue. You moaned aloud wanting more but said nothing like a good Slave. I let my rose dance continue to stroke up and down your shaft, around your balls, I walked behind you and swiped it between your ass. Then I let the thorns touch your butt and pressed a little harder. You whimpered, I let the thorns scratch all the way up your back to the base of your neck. You let out a shudder and a loud cry of pain.
Falling over onto your hands, breathing heavily. Saying “thank you, Mistress”.

Tools time

I looked around to see a table with some toys on it. There was a leather flogger, a riding crop, and a wooden paddle. I studied each one, glimpsed back at you on all fours and chose the flogger. With the scratch marks embedded from the thorns, the leather flogger will make perfect marks. I kissed the flogger, told you to take a deep breath and “crack” I let the first strike go right in the middle of your back. Before you even had time to recover I let blows two and three loose. You screamed out mercifully! Stated stop! Realized what you said you tried to compose yourself. I asked, “did you just say stop”? In a shallow voice I heard, “yes Mistress, I did”. Before you finished that phrase, I first flogged the left side of your ass, instantly the right. You went flat on the ground, howling and panting for every breath.
I stopped took in a profound lung full of air, raised my shoulders and head high, in a triumph full moment.
I squared down to your level in front of your face and said, “you lousy weak excuse of a Slave, get up and take your punishment like a good boy”! You composed on all fours, in a whisper said, “yes, My Goddess”. You inhaled and realized that my sex was right in front of your face. But you did not move, you have been trained well.
I grabbed your ears and in a sharply inhaled breath, I smashed your blindfolded face into my pussy. You open your mouth and sucked on my cum soaked silk panties. In the excitement, you pulled my panties down just enough to have your mouth clamp down upon my clit. I was rock hard! Your erotic whimpers cried out for more. As your tongue touched me, my body involuntary shuddered uncontrollably. My orgasm was near. The closer I got the harder you sucked. In a few final seconds, I grew still, my cunt throbbing with wanting release…and you pulled away! Knowing that I love this type of torture. I breathed as deep as I could to stop my orgasm from releasing. Smiled at you, knowing you that you could not see me. And whispered, “you are my silver-tongued devil, you do know how to please me”! “yes, my Goddess”! Was all I got.
We both calmed down, you got back on all fours, I stood tall. I traced your back admiring my work, the welts were picturesque. I knelt behind you, kissed and licked my way around your ass. I opened your cheeks, sucked and probed my tongue deep into that abyss. “Goddess, I fucking love you”! Was spoken aloud. These words I crave to hear! I absolutely melted!
I ignored these words of adornment, kissed that ass, spit on the abyss…licked my two fingers and forced them into this trench of love canal I claim as my own. Screams howled through the house. As your sphincters gave way to a fierce entrance. I explored as deep as I could find the prostate. Massaging it, making your cock dance. I reached with my left hand and squeezed your balls as hard as I could. Moans of pain and pleasure were aroused. I milked you until you said, “I’m close”! I backed out slowly kissed and sucked that abyss one last time. Crawled in front of you, cupped your face between my hands and kissed you adoringly with such passion that both our bodies melted into one another. I removed your blindfold, looked you in the eyes. Smiled that smile only you bring out in me. Glanced at my package, looked back at you, tears were welling in your eyes…all you said was “Goddess, I’m ready”!!!

Getting Bound and Fucked by Your Lady

Posted on 07/12/2019 - 07/12/2019 by pseudonymous

We’ve all got our kinks. I enjoy it when a woman straps on a large cock and fucks me in the ass. I’ve never thought it was normal, and I do feel ashamed of my needs from time to time. The shame hasn’t lessened my desire for this form of submission. I’ve always known I needed it. Ever since I first experienced it.

My first time was actually not my idea. My college girlfriend and I were experimenting with BDSM and she found she enjoyed the dominant role. After we graduated from college we ended up moving to different cities. We tried to make it work, but the distance was forcing us apart. She suggested to me that I submit to strap-on play so that she could demonstrate to me to whom I belonged. I agreed to try it. She scheduled a flight to come to visit me and I visited the sex toy store to buy the instrument of my eventual defilement.

The two-week period I had to wait for her visit was filled with fear and doubt. I was focused on two main questions: how much would it hurt, and would it make me gay. The night of my deflowering had the tell-tale passion, awkwardness, and pain that is associated with most women losing their virginity. She put me on all fours, tied my arms and legs to the bed frame, put on her cock, and moved behind me.

She took me slowly. She pressed the head of her phallus against the tight ring of my asshole and proceeded to ease it back and forth. She was courteous and sensitive to me and made sure to keep withdrawing the dildo to apply more lube. It didn’t take me long to find out that being anally-penetrated was an uncomfortable experience, but not altogether painful as she forced the length of her cock into me.

And then… nothing. She moved her hips back and forth and moved the dildo in and out of me, but there was no culminating moment of orgasm as there is for traditional male penetration. She had a lot of anger that she had hoped to exorcise by this act. She had hoped this violation would inflict upon me a bit of what she had herself gone through, and in that moment, I could sense that she was a bit disappointed. She could, of course, have channeled her anger into the act, and more violently taken me, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that. We had silently flirted with the idea of her using dildo play to degrade and denigrate me, but the act itself did not accomplish this.

We broke up not too long thereafter, but the experience stayed with me. I kept reflecting back on it over and over again. Perversely, I had wished for a more painful experience. One that could more successfully make me feel degraded and broken. In my fantasies, strap-on scenes became a complete role reversal where the woman would painfully fuck me until she came. I started to try to create just such an experience with the women I dated, but I never found someone who had the same desire to defile as she did.

My life as a submissive man was probably characterized by Shel Silverstein’s children’s book, “The Missing Piece Meets the Big O.” You wander through life just not feeling complete. You do the things you’re supposed to: earn a living, find a girlfriend, stay in shape. But you feel really empty inside. You keep wishing that the significant other would just take charge in the bedroom instead of demanding that you ravish her.

That’s the way we submissive men seem to go through life. Doing what we’re told, but paradoxically wishing we were told more to do by our special lady. This lack of fulfillment eventually leads to unhappiness. Life feels empty. You start to feel that you’ll never get what you really want except perhaps by seeking a professional. Of course, this state of “quiet desperation” is not unique to the submissive men in the world. In fact, it seems part of the human condition. Few people seem to achieve real happiness with their lives.

Fortunately, this has changed since Roulette came into my life. She has the same undercurrent of anger underneath our BDSM that I’ve found I strangely need. What’s more, she loves strap-on play. Absolutely thrives on it. We often argue over who loves strap-on play more. After a lifetime of being with women who simply did not get beyond the bizarreness of such a request, it’s a wonderful feeling to be with someone whose needs complement my own.

We’ve talked about my strange desire to be denigrated and broken down by the experience. She’s helping me come to understand where it comes from and why I want it like I do. But understanding where it comes from doesn’t change the fact that I want it as I do. I can tell that she wants it, too. Sometimes, when she’s talking dirty to me, she tells me she’s going to cane me until I’m sobbing and then fuck me silly. When the sex haze wears off, she denies that she’d ever want to engage in play that heavy, but I can tell she can. She’s taking me along a predetermined path towards the result she wants.

She started by suggesting larger dildos to me. We began with the basic 6″ dildo and slowly graduated to larger and larger. The one she recently settled on is the largest Vixen Creations makes, the 8 1/2 x 2″ Outlaw. She fucks me so hard with it sometimes it leaves me sore for days. She claims it’s just because the dildo is stimulating her so much, but I think she just likes causing pain.

A couple of nights ago, we had an experience that was the culmination of many of my fantasies. She ordered me over to the bed and chained my hands to the headboard. She then attached ankle cuffs and a spreader bar to my feet and linked them to the same chain. I was totally helpless and she wandered the room and began preparing herself to violate me. She enjoys the nervous anticipation I have in my bound state as I’m forced to watch her load the dildo in the harness and pull it on. (She’s fallen in love with the Spandex harness from Stormy Leather because it’s a one-piece and she doesn’t have to mess with all the buckles and straps like a traditional harness.) She says it also gives me a lot more control over the dildo.

Her favorite part is lubing me up. She has me right where she wants me. I’m bound up and helpless and she’s looking down at me as she’s stroking lube onto her shaft. She tells me how much I need the fucking that she’s about to give me and assures me that she’ll be gentle. I can see how much she loves the power of that moment reflected in her eyes. Often the anticipation has built up so much that real fear begins to overtake me. I start to shiver and my teeth chatter even though the room isn’t all that cold. Intellectually, I understand what’s about to happen to me, but, on a more primal level, I’m very afraid of it. It’s strange.

At those moments when I’m gripped by real fear, she comes and cradles my head in her hands. She nurtures the frightened little child on display in front of her and tells me everything’s going to be all right. She gets me to calm down. Then she moves back to right where she was and starts lubing up my ass. Sometimes, I beg her to stop. Sometimes, I don’t. Regardless of what I say, she continues her work at an even pace. Soon, she’s placing the head of her massive phallus against my ass and slowly starts pressing it in. This is where the power-play really begins.

The dildo feels so massive I feel like I’m being split apart. I beg her to stop, and she does. She doesn’t take it out, however. She just stops her assault momentarily to allow me to adjust to the massive intruder that’s forcing my ass open. She tells me that it’s going to be all right. If I persist in telling her to stop, she places a finger over my lips to quiet me. Then she proceeds to force the dildo even further into me. It’s a continual process like that: she pushes, it hurts, and she stops to comfort me before pushing it in even farther. It’s similar to deflowering a virgin, except that we do it all the time. I can tell she loves doing it, and that’s why she loves such large dildos. She loves the power that comes with the pain.

And then it’s in. I suddenly feel the sensation of sudden fullness as she forces the head of her monster cock deep into me. Having forced its way past my asshole, there’s nothing left to stop her from ramming the entire length of the dildo deep into my soft flesh. Then she starts to fuck me. She pretty quickly can find a rhythm, and her breathing gets deep fast. I’ve always wanted a woman to fuck me until she comes; two nights ago, I got my wish. Maybe, it was the power of what she was doing, or maybe The Outlaw really does rub her just the right way, but I could see herself building to an orgasm. She just kept fucking me faster and faster as her breathing deepened. Then she came. Witnessing it was the most erotic thing I have ever seen.

Afterward, we just lay in each other’s arms. She played with my hair and told me how proud of me she was. All I know is, it’s the most peaceful and fulfilling feeling I’ve ever had. Suddenly, everything seems right with the world.

Loosing my anal virginity (a love story)

Posted on 12/09/2019 - 07/12/2019 by pseudonymous

standing with a strap-on covering her tits

We had gone back to the apartment after a lovely dinner out. We had done the whole nine yards, pre-dinner cocktails, hor d’oeuvres in front of dinner, dinner, dessert, coffee, and liqueurs, followed by a lovely night out at the theater. So, there I was sitting on Michelle’s couch, a little tipsy, but feeling happy and still a little surprised at being here. It had been three months since we first met. I noticed her right away, that pretty smile framed by her shoulder-length black hair, the pleasing oval of her face, with its high cheeks and those bright, penetrating eyes, the kind that you would swear went straight through you like a laser light, and to the depths of your soul.

I had never considered some of the things we had tried up to know. It started innocently enough, a few light playful swipes on my bare rump, a seemingly random brush of fingertips against my anal cavity. But from there, things progressed. I remember the first night she kneeled over me, my hands tied tightly in silk scarves and bound to either side of the headboard. She had seemingly towered over me, teasing my manhood with a combination of light strokes, followed by light strikes of her gloved hand and palm, combined with gentle and not so gentle squeezes to my groin, to the point that I was sure my eyes had rolled as far back as they could in reaction to the combination of pain and pleasure in reaction to her knowing, considered touch. From there came the crop, and more forceful use of her hands.

At first, I didn’t know how to react, or even for that matter if I had wanted to. But I slowly found myself unable to resist her charm, her womanhood, and, her power. She overpowered you in countless ways, physically, mentally, spiritually. As our bodies entwined and we shared the pleasure of so many countless moments, I found myself wanting more and more to surrender to her, to let her have her way with me, as our bodies, hearts, and minds met and melded. Oh those wonderful nights of pain and pleasure, the lovely smell, touch and feel of her sex against my lips, my tongue searching her longingly, passionately, lapping like a cat lapping up milk, the sound of her breathing combined with the movement of her body in reaction, driving me to distraction, lust and desire. I had reached the point where I had become consumed with wanting to please her, for the lovely, wonderful taste of her on my lips to never fade away.

So long anal virginity

And so we came to tonight. Michelle had already introduced me to anal play. I remember the night she stood in front of me, slowly drawing on the long, beautiful, shinning over polished latex over her hands and up and over her elbows. They almost seemed to disappear into her armpits, the illusion of sex and power they created overwhelmingly alluring and seductive. Next came the outreach of her hand as she drew me close to her on the bed, followed by the exploration of my body, and the first penetration of my anal cavity by knowing skilled fingers. I tensed at first but as she spoke to me in that soothing way, I lost myself in her gentle, overpowering gaze; I had surrendered. I remember her approving chuckle when I eventually came all over my stomach, while three skilled fingers probed me in the most intimate and personal part of my body, it was heaven on earth.

She called to me, and I got up. As I neared the bedroom I heard the soft music, and the nearing glow of light coming from the room. What was that smell, lilac, no… raspberry, … I wasn’t sure. My anticipation of her touch and the surrender to the lust and anticipation of the night was playing tricks with my mind. I stepped into the room. She stood there, bathed in the gentle candlelight. She held out her hand and I took it on my own, held it to my lips and watched it drop away as our lips met. Our mouths opened and our tongues found each other. She had a way of kissing you that made you convinced she could kiss you deep inside yourself; I had never experienced anything like that before we had met.

She pulled back so I could look. How do I look she laughed wickedly. She knew full well my answer. She was dressed in 4-inch heels, stockings running up her long, beautiful legs until they got lost under her robe. She had freshened her makeup and reapplied her lipstick with a skill I hadn’t seen before we had met. It was done with an obvious eye to creating a look of sophistication and allure. On her hands, oh bless her soul!, she wore the most beautiful black leather mousquetaires; they had little pearl buttons that disappeared up the sleeves of her robe. Combined with the pearls around her neck, and the loveliest pearl earrings, she presented a figure that could overpower any man.

You look more lovely then I can describe I said. I thought to myself, boy that must sound stupid, but I meant every word. I had never seen a woman so capable of presenting herself in such a frankly sexy way, where you more noticed the power, confidence, and womanhood she exhibited, then you did the fact that you were standing in front of the sexiest vixen you had ever known in your life. Here, darling, she said loosening my tie, we aren’t going to have any fun with you dressed like that. The tie seemed almost to undo itself, followed by my shirt, which fell from shoulders and onto the floor to be followed by the gentle, sensuous touch of her leather-encased hands and arms against my skin. Soon, I lost my pants and watched her deftly slip my shorts off of my body, holding me gently by my arm as I stepped out of first one leg, and then the other. I lost my balance and as I fell against her, her hand came up against my groin; I felt that touch of pain and pleasure. I knew she would have her way with me and that there was nothing I could to stop it; did I really want to…hardly.

Oh my, she said, my cock had swollen to its full size. You are so ready, she said, but I don’t think you are ready enough. She pointed to a chair next to the bed. We are going to have fun tonight she said as she led me to it; I am going to show you just how much control a truly powerful woman can have she whispered as she leaned forward and lightly kissed my cheek and neck. I looked down on the chair, but before I could say much of anything she had me over it, and lightly put her hands on my shoulders, pushing ever so lightly downward; I tensed for a moment as I realized what was happening. I felt its plastic tip part my anal cavity, and I felt its width as I slowly slid down onto it. I looked up at her, watching the twinkle in her eye. We had played with sex toys, but I never had her suggest I try sitting on the plug that now so fully filled me. I felt my ass against the bottom of the chair. She continued to look at me; oh my she said, you took that so well, I am very impressed darling. Oh, she said, pulling back, something looks wrong. I think a look of wonder, or maybe it really was worry, came across my face. Here she said, leaning down and placing her gloved hands on either of my thighs, just aside my balls; she pushed down, and I felt the plastic object in my ass slide up ever so slightly, more tightly filling me. Look at me she said; I looked at her face to see the lust and feeling of control she obviously felt at my situation as it rolled across her face. She chuckled, and mixed the light message of her lovely gloved hands with the occasional downward push, chuckling softly as I winced in time with her downward push.

There I was prostate, really unable to move. I was harder now then I could remember. She mixed-light kisses, with light bites on my lips, cheeks, and neck, while she stroked my swollen member. I began to perspire slightly, which seemed to increase the frenzy of her bites and strokes. I began to breathe deeply; then just as suddenly, she drew back, placing her hands on her lips. Oh no, you don’t she said, with a big smile on her face. Come, darling, let me help you; she reached under my armpits and I could tell she wanted me to stand up; not that this was hard to ascertain. Soon, I was erect, in more ways in one. She walked around to my side, and from a couple of feet away surveyed her handy work. Then she came closer, placing one arm around my waist, the other, its hand resting on the plug, so firmly placed in me. She kissed me, and then pulled away slightly. This was followed by the push of the plastic cone against my straining anal cavity. I would wince, and she would chuckle. She raised her hand to my face, and said, open your eyes and look into mine; don’t close them she intoned strongly. We kissed, eye upon the eye, the occasionally feel of that plug being pressed in place, followed by her soft moan, as I winced in reaction, our lips and tongue intertwined, mouths pressed so firmly and fully together. Finally, she pulled away breathlessly; oh I am so ready she said, taking my hand and guiding me to the end of the bed.

“On your knees please,” she said as she helped me to the floor.

She sat on the bed, and then resting on her arms, drew my lips to her beautiful, wonderful, muff. I felt her hand push strongly against the back of my neck, driving my face up harder against her clit and vulva. My tongue darted out into her lovely, tasty, musky, beautiful women hood, as I listened to her breathing. It quickly deepened and grew more rapid; I felt her shudder, and her fingers in my hair pulling my head back forcefully with a gloved hand, as she sat more upright, her body shuddering in a cascading shower of moisture, muskiness, sex, and orgasm. Again she insisted, driving me again into her wonderful moistness. She came again shortly and sat up fully. Her hands reached down to my face and rising, I saw her mouth a word of thank-you, as she shuddered for what seemed an endless moment. Eventually, she stood up and drew me to my her. We kissed and I again felt her wonderful leather hands as they gently stroked my cock, interspersed moments of gentle caress followed by the most skillful and deliberate painful squeeze.

“On the bed,” she said, “on all fours, please”

What was next; I knew. She reached over to the night table and drew out a latex glove which she snapped on over her right-hand leather-gloved one, followed by a second glove over the first. I tried to relax as I felt the plastic object slowly withdraw, to be replaced by first one gloved finger and then a second. I had winced both as the plastic plug had been withdrawn and as her first latex-covered finger slid slowly into me. With her second finger, her exploration grew more aggressive; I knew she had rotated her hand, and curled upward, by the reaction I felt telling me that my prostate was enjoying her undivided attention. After a few moments of gently caress and prodding, her hand withdrew slightly to allow a third finger into me. I had felt mixed emotions when she had first asked me about allowing her to try this. But, I had grown glad I had agreed; as she stroked, prodded and as her fingers slid in, out and side to side, I had come used to feeling a sensation similar to her lovely technique on my swollen member. It was like being blown form inside, her fingers replacing lovely, soft lips, mouth and tongue. She slowly stroked my back as she paid attention to me. I was sweating profusely now, and looking up and back over my shoulder, I could see the lust and desire in her face, into which she would lose herself. After a few more moments she slowly withdrew her fingers, the latex gloves, finding the trash can next to the bed. I was breathing heavily, and struggling to regain myself as she walked to the closet, and withdrew a box.

Standing with her back to me I could tell she had emptied its contents, dropping the empty box on the floor. She turned around to face me, a truly devilish grin, half desire, half lustful smile on her face. I watched her step into the leather loop and watched the artificial appendage position itself over her lovely womanhood. We had talked about this next step but never had seemingly decided to go forward. She reached for a leather strap and drawing it around her hip drew it through a buckle, the strapon now finding its place firmly in her front. I hadn’t said anything, partially fearful, nervous and awed at the power of her person as she adjusted the device. My she said, I do look good she said as she began to draw forward toward me. I know we haven’t talked about this darling she said, but I know you want this. I looked at the appendage only inches from my face. She bent down and kissed me in that light, saucy and cheeky way of hers. Standing up she said, let’s have some fun then.

I watched her reach under the device and it began to emit a soft hum; combination vibrator and cock darling she said. Why should you have all the fun? I could see it was already having its effect on her. I had never seen Michelle so lust-filled, and so powerful. It was both beautiful, and intimidating, frightful and desireable.

She walked behind me, and after applying something said ready? I never got a chance to reply as the device slid into my well-prepared ass. She stopped partway in. Are you ok? I was a little surprised to hear that. I don’t know where my mind was and this threw me off. I gulped, struggling to accommodate the object already in me. I think so I said. She replied with no words, but action instead of as the artificial device slid further into me. I could feel it in me; I felt as though I would explode from its size and fullness. She pushed again and I felt her body against my ass. He leathers gloved hands came down to my ass and back, I felt the gentle touch and rubbing for a moment. She was breathing heavily and I again felt her shudder. Oh she said, I am so going to fuck that ass!

I felt her drawback and then felt the accompanying forward thrust as the device struck home. Within moments Michelle had developed a rhythm which I felt powerless to resist as I rocked in time with her thrust and the driving of the device within me. I was surprised at how good I felt and marveled at how the combination of pain and the pleasure I felt as my prostate was brushed by her device rolled over me in waves. Michelle shuddered again, and moaned softly, without letting up. We fell silent, the sound of our sex, the vibrating tool, mixing with the sweat of our bodies, the silence of the room and our heavy labored, lust-filled breathing filling the void. I ached both for her to stop and for her drive me even deeper. I pushed as hard against the tool as I was able, I swore, imploring her to fuck me harder, and deeper. She responded. Faster we went, harder, deeper; Michelle screamed, shuddered and fell against my back as I stood up slightly. I felt her tongue, lips and hands-on me; lust was replaced by tenderness. I felt tears welling in my eyes, I couldn’t explain how I felt; I felt loved, relieved, taken, and, owned intimately. I felt safe, but exposed, tenderness, while also knowing she had accepted my willing surrender to her, and with it my control to her, my very soul. She withdrew slowly.

Oh, you were wonderful she said as she came around to the side of the bed; then I felt her hand reach for my sex. It wasn’t a loving touch, it was deliberate, powerful, controlling. 6 strokes, 10, 12, it couldn’t have been much more. I exploded, my juices covering the sheets below me, her hand pumping me quickly, mercilessly, deliberately, powerfully. Eventually, she stopped, and her hand withdrew. I was lost, exhausted, soaked in sweat and struggling to regain control. I felt the plastic plug again enter into my anal cavity. I was so surprised; I looked at her. Well she said, you didn’t think I had finished yet, had you? I looked at her as she came around to me, and reclined with her back against the backboard of the bed, her arms reaching out to me so that soon my head was resting on her lovely shoulder. I looked at her. Her leather-gloved, the hand came to my cheek; she looked into my eyes oh so deeply, I sensed she was looking for something. Darling she said, her lovely soft gloved hand tenderly stroking my cheek and hair, you are mine, for now, and evermore. Looking in her eyes, I knew she was right.

Because I am a sissyfaggot – extreme humiliation

Posted on 04/02/2019 - 18/11/2019 by pseudonymous

Let’s start with a little public humiliation

Black Goddess gave me explicit instructions for my slut training. I acquired a sexy slut outfit for myself, including a wig and make-up. I packed everything in a suitcase, with two clean towels. Next, I shaved my face and my entire body. No male hair would be tolerated on my sissy-white flesh. I was permitted to retain my scalp hair (which would be covered by a Female wig) but no sideburns, no facial hair.

I also prepared by taking a shower and then giving myself an enema to completely clean out my sissy-cunt.

I am forbidden to wear pants in the presence of the Black Goddess because I am a sissyfaggot. So, for the trip to enter Her presence, I wore my normal male clothes but with a Schoolgirl’s plaid skirt instead of pants. If anyone asked why I was wearing a skirt like a Girl, I was permitted to lie and say it was really a kilt. Black Goddess instructed me to wear nothing under the skirt … leaving my little pink inchworm completely exposed.

I took my suitcase to the bus station, where I got some funny looks for being a man in a skirt. As I bought a round-trip ticket to Black Goddess’s home town, I wondered what She and Her friends were planning for me. Perhaps my trip would be one way only.

Black Goddess also commanded me that I must suck a baby’s pacifier for the entire bus trip to visit Her so that my tongue and my sucking muscles would get lots of practice. As the bus started, several people on the bus laughed at me as I took out a pink plastic pacifier and stuck it into my mouth, then started sucking.

I knew that Black Goddess would have two friends with Her: a Black Lady named Kira and a Black stud named Master T. I had been specifically commanded not to tell anyone where I was going, nor whom I was meeting. If Black Goddess and Her friends decided to kill me — or if They decided to keep me prisoner permanently — nobody would ever know where I had gone.

The bus arrived in an African-American neighborhood. Several young Black men stared at me — a weak-looking white man in a Girl’s skirt, sucking a pacifier — as I stepped off the bus. I heard rude laughter, and mutters of “white faggot”.

The bus station was full of Black men, most of them young and bad-ass. I had been told to meet Master There, but I had no idea what he looked like. I saw one young Black man sitting by himself, who looked even more bad-ass than the others. I noticed the huge bulge in the front of his jeans. He was reading a weight-lifting magazine and holding a knapsack. I would take a chance that this Black dude was Master T.

I am Your bitch. How may I serve You?

Black Goddess had told me how I was required to report for slut service. Carrying my suitcase, I walked towards this Black man. He looked up as I approached, and he smirked when he saw the pacifier in my mouth and the skirt I was wearing. Now I put down my suitcase and took out the pacifier. Holding my skirt with both hands, I curtseyed like a little Girl while I told him: ”Sir, my name is sissyfaggot. I am Your bitch. How may I serve You?”

He pointed towards the bus station’s men’s room, then went back to his magazine. I picked up my suitcase, went into the men’s room and went into the stall farthest from the door. A couple of Black guys were pissing or using the sinks. I knew that Master T would wait until they had left.

As soon as they were gone, he came into the men’s room and went to my stall. “Let’s see what you got, faggot,” he ordered me. I lifted my skirt, displaying my naked crotch and naked ass and my little white pee-pee. Master T smirked, while he stroked his own bulging crotch. “Shit, you’re a faggot, all right.” He handed me something from his knapsack. “Put this on.”

He had given me a slave harness. Master T watched the door while I raised my skirt and buckled the harness around my crotch, padlocking it in place. There was a strap in the back containing a butt plug, but I was surprised that the plug was so small.

Master T seemed to be reading my thoughts. “Yeah, Black Goddess thought She’d start you out easy with something small up your faggot ass. Don’t worry; you’ll get something bigger in there later. Bend over!”

I meekly obeyed. Master T stepped into the stall and crammed the butt plug up my sissy ass. Then he padlocked the strap into place. I adjusted my skirt as Master T left the men’s room, pretending he had never met me.

The goddesses

Carrying my suitcase, and still wearing my sissy-skirt but now with a butt plug up my ass, I went out to the parking lot. A horn honked. Master T was standing by a car, alongside two large beautiful Black Women. I knew that the most regal one was Black Goddess; the other was Her friend Kira.

I stood in front of them and curtseyed like a Girl, raising the front of my skirt so they could see my little pee-pee. ”Ma’am, my name is sissyfaggot. I am Your bitch. How may I serve You?”

”Kiss my feet, faggot,” Black Goddess commanded me. I dropped to my knees and kissed both Women’s feet while Master T unlocked the car trunk. “We gonna put this punk-ass faggot in the trunk?” he asked.

“No. It might kill him, and I want to keep this little faggot alive until We get him home,” Black Goddess commanded, gesturing for me to put my suitcase in the trunk. “But I want to make sure he doesn’t know where We’re taking him. Kira, You know what to do.”

Kira approached me with a blindfold, a ball gag, and handcuffs. I submitted to having my eyes covered and my wrists cuffed behind my back. Kira crammed the gag into my mouth and buckled it as tightly as the butt plug up my ass. Just as the blindfold covered my eyes, I saw Black Goddess holding a candle and a lighter. Both Ladies pushed me into the back seat as Master T started the car.

i had no idea where they were taking me. I was forced to lie face-down on the back seat: blindfolded, gagged, handcuffed. Somebody lifted my skirt, exposing my bare ass and the butt plug. During the drive, Black Goddess and Kira took turns dripping hot candle wax on my ass.

The car stopped somewhere. Master T got my suitcase while Black Goddess made sure the neighbors weren’t watching. Kira held me by one arm and gave me instructions — “Turn left, there’s a step here” — as I entered a house. A door locked behind me.

i heard rough hands holding me, and then a knife touched my throat. “Hold still, faggot,” hissed Master T as Black Goddess and Kira proceeded to remove all my male clothes and my sissy-skirt. my shirt couldn’t come off while i was wearing handcuffs, so Black Goddess ripped it off my body. I heard footsteps, and then Kira announced that my male clothes were now safely taken away and locked up somewhere else in the house: I had no idea where. Black Goddess removed my blindfold. Then She unlocked the slave harness and pulled the butt plug out of my ass. Holding this towards my face so I could see my own shit on the butt plug, Black Goddess ordered me to lick it clean. Too terrified to disobey, I did as I was told.

Nearby was my suitcase, containing my slut costume and towels, but my male clothes — including my keys, my I.D., my wallet — had vanished. Nobody else knew I was here. I was completely helpless.

Now, all three Black Dominants proceeded to inspect my naked white sissy-body. I had to stand helplessly, naked and handcuffed. They seemed very amused by my tiny little pink inchworm. Finally, Black Goddess unlocked my handcuffs and ordered me to lie on the floor, eyes closed with my arms stretched out on the floor behind me. As I stretched out my arms, my fingers touched a radiator. Master T passed the handcuff chain between the radiator pipes, then cuffed my wrists so that I was chained to the radiator. Black Goddess blindfolded me again.

Toilet play

Kira had been studying brainwashing and hypnotism, so She took over now. ”you are a toilet,” She said, speaking hypnotically while I listened. ”your mouth is the toilet bowl. your lips are the toilet seat. your tongue is the bidet and the douche and the toilet paper. your little pee-pee is the toilet handle. To show you understand, wipe your toilet seat.”

My tongue licked my lips. Now, one at a time, Black Goddess and Kira took turns sitting on the white toilet seat and pissing into the white toilet. Both Ladies were having Their “periods”, so the faithful toilet licked them clean and douched them.

Now, Master T needed to piss too. Black Goddess didn’t want him to miss the toilet bowl, so She told him to insert the tip of his cock — just the tip — directly into the toilet bowl while he pissed into the white toilet. Black Goddess told Master T: “I don’t want this toilet to get Your full cock … yet.”

“We gonna put some shit into this white-ass toilet, too?” asked Master T while his Black cock pissed into the toilet bowl.

“Maybe later,” said Black Goddess. “I don’t know yet how much we can abuse this toy … and I want to keep it in one piece for the slut training.” She reached between my thighs and pulled the toilet handle.

Kira unlocked my handcuffs and ordered me to kneel, while She cuffed my arms behind my back again. She was still hypnotizing me: ”When Black Goddess slaps your face, you will wake up … but you will remember being a toilet, and you will tell Us what you experienced.”

Black Goddess slapped my face, HARD, then She removed my blindfold. I saw three Black people standing over my kneeling naked body. I made eye contact with Black Goddess. “Ma’am, I was Your toilet,” I said humbly.

She laughed. “Did you enjoy it, faggot?”

I knew I had to answer truthfully. “Yes, Ma’am. I did.”

“Time to clean the toilet,” said Black Goddess. Kira removed my handcuffs while Black Goddess ordered me to take a towel out of my suitcase and clean myself up.

I obeyed. They inspected me again, then Kira and Black Goddess sprayed my naked body with perfume so that I would smell like “a little bitch instead of a faggot”, as Black Goddess explained while Master T laughed at me.

Time to sissy up

Now I was ordered to feminize myself. I have a strap-on Vagina, made of latex the same pink color as my white-ass skin. I put this on, tucking my tiny inchworm and my useless balls inside it. “you’ll be seeing a REAL cock soon,” Master T assured me. I also put on my false breasts, gluing them to my chest. Then I put on a blonde wig, with realistic long blonde hair.

I put on my black corset, and Black Goddess tightened the corset-strings until I could barely breathe. I also put on a pair of black stockings, fastening them to the garters at the bottom of my corset. Then I put on my black high-heeled boots and a pair of black elbow-length gloves. Last, I put on a black leather collar. These black garments against my white flesh and blonde hair would symbolize that I am now a white bitch who is Black property.

Black Goddess had ordered me to bring some cosmetics appropriate for a white Woman. Now I was permitted to sit, although Black Goddess warned me that this would be the last time I would feel like sitting ”for a LONG time”. I sat obediently while Black Goddess and Kira glued false eyelashes to my eyelids, and then They applied lipstick, eye shadow and blusher to my face. When I was ordered to look in the mirror, a white-bitch slut looked back.

Now I was permitted to sit in a chair, eyes closed, while Kira hypnotized me again. ”you are a white-bitch slut whore. you are the lowest street-walker in the red-light district. Right now, you are sitting on a bench in the bus shelter, but in a moment you will get up and start peddling your white ass again. Master T is your pimp. you are terrified because you don’t have enough money for him. If you want to stay alive, you’d better show Master T what a good little bitch-slut you are. Get back to work, whore.”

Whore!

Obediently, I got up. Teetering in my high-heeled boots, I walked up and down like a slut, shaking my ass and thrusting out my tits, calling out to customers in a seductive slutty voice.

Master T walked up to me, speaking to me in words appropriate for a dirty little white-bitch whore who had disrespected her Black pimp owner. He demanded the money, threatening to shank me if I didn’t pay him. I was a helpless little white bitch in front of this big Black man. I did the only thing I could do: kneeling, I gently unzipped his fly and I seductively reached my gloved hands into his jeans. I lovingly stroked his huge Black cock, while my slutty Female voice expressed delight about how big it was. my lipsticked mouth tongued his Black cock until he was fully erect. Then I sucked him off, while Black Goddess and Kira watched me. Of course, when he came in my mouth, I swallowed. Whores are required to swallow.

Now all three of my Black owners grabbed me and bent my feminized body over a table. They put straps around my arms and my high-heeled legs so that I couldn’t get up. Black Goddess paddled my ass mercilessly.

Now, Master T butt-fucked me while Black Goddess and Kira took turns forcing me to eat Their Black Vaginas. It felt like Master T’s Black Cock was the biggest thing I’d ever had up my white ass. But I was wrong … because now Black Goddess and Kira put on strap-on dildos … and Their big Brown Cocks were even longer and thicker than Master T’s. I moaned and I cried like a little sissy-Girl while Black Goddess and Kira took turns fucking my white sissy-ass with Their strap-ons, while Master T made me suck him off again.

Goddess is waiting in

Black Goddess makes me thank my new owners for turning me into a slut whore, then Kira gives me my male clothes back. I am permitted to towel myself off and get dressed in my male clothes and my sissy-skirt. Then I am blindfolded and handcuffed and taken to the car. Half an hour later, I am taking the bus home again. I have no idea where Black Goddess lives, or where I was taken …