They were on the couch talking, kissing, and touching each other intermittently, after their meal. She found herself straddling him, looking into his eyes as she had done, many a time, he liked her there. They were switches, the dynamic ever-changing like two cobras mating intertwined & showing the other what the other capable of, one minute she was dominant to him, the next he to her. Their kisses were searing her down her body to her loins, every time she went to open her eyes she had to blink to get them to focus again.
Her hand was on the back of his neck holding him firmly, lips trailing from his lips, slowly dragging them along to the side of his neck to his jugular, firmly she bites him, feeling him quiver, hearing him take in a breath, she runs her tongue up to his ear where she then firmly bites it, then nipping it along the edges, sighing she kisses down his neck along his jaw to the other side briefly stopping to bite the front of his neck lightly. He grabs her hair at the nape of her neck bringing her mouth to his again once more. She opens her eyes, she feels her eyes unfocused, almost dopey, as he works along her neck and shoulders, making her moan & sigh. They go back and forth like this for what it seems forever.
“What would you like me to wear for you tonight?” she sighs. They then stop for a few moments & discuss what fetish wear she has, their conversation then turns back to kissing again once more. As he is kissing her, he takes the top side & straddles her on the couch this time, the outfit she knows that will best suit tonight pops into her head… “Ok I think I know exactly what to wear.” her eyes teasing as she speaks. She gives him another lingering kiss & has him dismount with a good swat to his ass. “I’ll be right back,” she says saucily, going to the coat closet to grab the black vinyl halter dress that zips up the front. She tries to shield his view of her choice, giggles & prances off to the bedroom, to put it on along with the thigh-high fishnets, & the calf-length shiny vinyl heeled boots he is so fond of. She decides then that the purple collar will go well with what she is wearing for him, no panties so he has access to her as he wishes, & the zipper also down a bit on the dress to show off the swell of her breasts.
She opens the door to the bedroom & notices he has stepped out to smoke a cigarette. She steps confidently again to the closet to get the intended piece of leather, & drags out her toy bag to just behind the couch. She opens up the compartment and as she stands up straight again she notices the blinds in the kitchen are open. She strides over to close them, turning she sees the cherry of his cigarette in the darkness. She wonders if he saw her. She was about to put the collar on & then decided she would present it to him, as well as herself. She then kneels, in the doorway & places the collar on the floor in front of her, & looks to the floor. He steps in just as she straightens it, ” I see you decided what you wanted tonight.” she hears his pleasure. He bends over & plucks the collar up, she lifts her hair up so he may put it on, never kneeling as she had seen others do before. She feels her heart warm & her respect grows with this small action. After he buckles it, he tugs firmly on the ring, “Stand for me.” Her heels make her taller than him by a few inches, she feels the wonder of it for a split second, as he pulls her in to kiss her again once more.
“Do you have a scarf?” he asks, “Yes, in the bedroom.” “Go get it.” She slowly walks so he may admire her as she goes to get the scarf & wonders what he will do w/ it… Her first thought is that he will tie her hands together w/ it. She comes striding back w/ a black polka-dotted sheer scarf that once was a belt to a pair of pants. ” Well that’s not fair, you can see through this,” he states. “I do have a blindfold would you like me to get that instead?”, She does not wait for his answer she just turns & opens the closet for the third time tonight, opens a compartment on the front of the tackle box on the top shelf. ” I have never used this, will this do?” His eyes are dancing as he replies w/ a simple, “yes.”. She hands it to him & he puts it on her, adjusting the straps to make it snug so she may not see. She realizes she trusts him and then decides to close her eyes behind the blue satin as well. He gently maneuvers her around the room until she is in front of the chair in the living room next to the couch. He turns her several times to disorient her a bit, she feels the red bamboo carpet under her heels crackle pleasantly w/ each step.
“Time to sit.” he guides her to the very edge of the chair making her balance a bit w/ her feet spread & in front of her. “Put your hands here.” placing them on the edges of the chair’s cushion “Keep them there.” By now he is touching her, caressing her. He is behind her she thinks, she feels his breath on her neck, then her ear. He whispers each word dripping w/ honeyed promise; ” I want to touch every part of you…” switching to her other ear ” I want to get to know every bit of you…” His lips in her other ear again, ” I think about you often… There are days I miss you in my bed beside me when I am alone, other days I do not… I saw you flipping your hair the other day as you drove in your car in front of me… I was wondering what music you were listening to… I like the color of your hair… I like the way your hair catches the light… I like when you get cocky… I like when you get scared… I like our conversations… I like it when you are strong… I like it even when you are not sure what you want… I notice the little things you do for me… I like to see your eyes when you are happy about something… I like to pleasure you… I like to watch you cum… I like to watch you masturbate for me, I think it’s sexy” By then she just touches her cheek to his as he slides to each ear, as he brings her awareness to only him & what he is saying. Then he is silent, in front of her, his hands are on her again, slipping down to her hot, soft shaved pussy. He rubs her clit w/ just the right amount of pressure, w/o hurting her, the way she likes it. “She never had to show him how he has always just done it right for her.”, she briefly thinks to herself.
She gasps, & moans… She feels his hand, feeling his need to see her cum, her legs tighten as she feels her orgasm build, she feels it come on, but ever so lightly… “Don’t hold it back, I know you hold it back… It’s a bad habit, let it go.” He slides a finger into her & she just melts. He keeps fingering her & rubbing her clit, & before she knows it, she cums so hard she squirts. She feels it warm in the edge of the cushion, & hears it as it drips to the floor. She briefly worries she got him as well, he didn’t have clean dress pants for tomorrow, he didn’t stop home, to get fresh. He is removing her blindfold, the light is bright on her eyelids, slowly she blinks her eyes open his lips upon hers, he is beaming. He helps her up off the chair, they are by the couch again where the floor is open.
She notices her zipper has slipped down a bit further, than where she had left it exposing the swell of her cleavage more to him. “I love this dress.” She says as she teases him by pulling the zipper back up. He starts kissing her again & tugs the zipper down all the way exposing all of her to him slips it down her arms taking it off & puts it folded neatly over the chair. She is standing before him in boots, collar, & thigh highs. He grabs her collar & starts kissing her more deeply. She smiles when the kiss breaks for a moment breaks and slides down the front of him to her knees. She looks up at him as she mouths his cock through his pants, blowing her breath hot through the cloth. ” You may bite it gently w/ your teeth.” He says w/ need in his voice. She gently bites his cock, feeling him lean into her.
Without any further words she unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his pants, & unzips his pants w/ her teeth. He smiles at this. For a moment she mouths him through his briefs, then pulls those down too. His cock is just starting to swell, as she takes him into her mouth, and down her throat as far as she can. She loves the feel of him go from somewhat soft to hard in her mouth, it is intoxicating. She is always trying to swallow him as far as she can, just to hear him moan, but she can not take it all no matter how hard she tries. His legs start to shake, he is hard & he pushes her to the floor to her back, she stays on her elbows, as he lowers himself pants, shoes & dress shirt still on. He is in between her legs positioning himself.
This is what she has been waiting for, to feel him stretch her & caress him from the inside. She sobs w/ need & joy, “Oh God YESSssssssssss” as she feels him slide in. He takes her for what seems like an eternity, as she wraps her legs around his waist, to get him deeper, & to dig a heel in his ass because she knows it pleases him. He gets up after a bit & has her lick & suck his cock again, she looks up at him to seduce him to her again. He motions for her to get on her hands & knees. She cums just w/ him entering her from behind, as he pumps into her, she contracts tighter, he pulls himself out & she squirts on him & the carpet, he pumps into her again & again till she squirts again, calling his name. She feels him stroke himself in her, in the way that tells her he is close to his orgasm, the idea of him cumming throws her into another orgasm, and just as she clamps around him, he pulls himself out to cum on her upturned ass cheeks, groaning “Yeah, Baby, yeah…” She shudders feeling his seed hot on her, but feels empty as well because she did not milk it from him w/ her own pussy. She likes to feel it as it pulses in her, and fills her. He has not given her his seed that way yet… Maybe one day he will she thinks to herself briefly, maybe he will not.
They disengage, the carpet wet from their sex juices… “Wow… floor sex… I can not remember the last time I did that,” she says, giggling. She spreads a blanket on the couch, & she realizes somewhere in this he had lost his clothing except his socks. “Oh you are naked!” She cuddles w/ him & caresses him where ever she can. She enjoys his skin next to hers… Shortly after, they get up, and head to the bedroom, he has to go to work in the morning, she works later in the day… “We seemed to have forgotten dessert, cheesecake & coffee in the morning?” They settle down she is naked between the covers except for her collar, he is in some found pajamas… “One of these days I will get you to sleep w/ me naked & you will never go back.”As she drifts off to sleep,” Goodnight sweetheart, sweet dreams.” She whispers.
This wasn’t the first time he had been in the House, but he had never been in the Pledge Room. Alexandra had arranged it with her sisters, and that was all she would tell him. It was hot, with a slight breeze. Now he sat on the floor, waiting. He had a pair of her panties stuffed in his mouth as a gag, and another over his face, like a blindfold. This was something that would normally get him hard, the taste of her registering on his tongue and the smell of her in his nose. But the thought of all these new girls seeing his shame made his blood too scared to travel far from his heart.
In a way, that was comforting. Alexandra had driven into him that he was small and inadequate, and if he was soft and hidden, then he would prove to be pathetic like she wanted. And he wanted to please her.
He had to be a good boy
There was a rush of air and a gradient of sorority perfume mingled with the smell of Alexandra’s pussy. He twitched, but that was all. The flushed face underneath the stained cloth. He felt them form a half-circle around him. No muttering, just silence. And then Alexandra’s voice: take off the blindfold, puppy.
He did as he was told, tossing her panties to the floor. She was in the middle, slightly in front of the other girls. Gorgeous, like a goddess surrounded by pretty priestesses. A table next to Alexandra held a ruler, clover nipple clamps and the dildo, disconnected from their strap-on harness.
“Aww, puppy, I told you to be ready for us. I know it’s little, but you can do better than that can’t you?” She waited for him to nod, “do you need some help, boy? Ok, you may touch it, but you have to look at everyone here. Do you want to be my good puppy?” She took her panties out of his mouth and tossed them next to the other pair.
“Yes, Alexandra, I do.” She smiled down on him, and he touched himself. At first, it was nothing. The situation was too surreal. He met the girl’s eyes and stroked. Going down the row, one by one. Some smirked, some giggled. Some were straight-faced. Passing Alexandra’s reassuring smile, he began to stiffen; this was for her and he could do this.
A girl turned to whisper into her sister’s ear and they both tittered, their eyes pointing at his growing cock. That did it. Alexandra spoke, “there it is! In all its…glory.” And she giggled. “Good job, my pet.”
He thanked her and focused on staying hard without touching. It was difficult. He wanted to touch now. Throbbing inside and out.
“So, what do you think, girls?” Alexandra asked. One of them asked how big it was. Alexandra laughed, “let’s measure.”
He swallowed as she came toward him holding the ruler and sat next to him so the girls could see her measure. She took his cock in her hand and held it up straight, putting the ruler next to it. He twitched against her warm fingers. “Damn, I was hoping it had grown. Unless I’m reading it wrong?” She looked up at the rainbow of girls, told one of them to double-check her measurement.
The girl walked over a grin on her face. He blushed as she knelt beside Alexandra and took the ruler. “Oh my gosh, that’s hilarious!” She looked at him, “Five inches? How do you jerk off?”
Alexandra giggled, “maybe we should have him show us!” All the girls ooo’ed in agreement. Alexandra lead the girl back to the group and motioned that he should begin.
He grasped himself with his middle finger, index and thumb and slid down and up. There was laughter and he looked at the floor. Alexandra told him to keep eye contact with everyone. He reluctantly did. Stroking, feeling high on humiliation and exhibitionism. Alexandra told him to show the girls what it looked like if he jerked off like a man, so he wrapped his whole hand around his cock and was rewarded with laughter as he hid himself.
“Do it like that for me, puppy. Pretend you’re a man for us. Wow, us with you,” and she paused, “copious amounts of cum.” She smirked.
He tried as hard as he could, but the grip wasn’t good enough. He grew soft as he failed to come for her. “what’s the matter, puppy. Need some help? Come on, jerk for me, you can do it. Who’s a good boy! Yes you are! If you come, you’ll get a surprise. Go ahead and use your fingers. We all know you’re not a man.”
He thanked her and stroked vigorously. He glanced down at Alexandra’s panties and she noticed the direction of his gaze. She smiled and nodded, “you may.” And he picked up the closest pair and brought the crotch to his nose. Her scent was like baptism and he swam inside her smell.
The buildup started a war. Each passing eye contact emphasized his complete submission to Alexandra, but each stroke told him he was a man and going to shoot out like a cannon. He could feel his cum traveling as he battled between contrasting thoughts of worship and animal orgasm.
He inhaled with quick sniffs and focused on the beautifulness of her face. Her dominant, arrogant smile. He’d shower her in his cum.
So close. He was floating. Faster, her eyes, glowing with twisted and perfect love. He moaned and thoughts of manliness drifted away as he came all for her. His everything, his always.
The girls laughed, but Alexandra told them to shut up. She came over to him, gently took his hand holding her panties away. She stroked his cock gently, feeling the slipperiness of his cum. She kissed him, “good boy.” She licked her finger and grabbed his arm, standing him up with her.
She told the girls, “we’ll be back in a little bit, and you will all act as if this never happened.” She put her arm around him and lead him to her room.
They entered her room. She released her arm from him, closed the door and stood in front of him. She kissed him, stroked his hair. “I’m proud of you. Did such a good job.” She kissed him again, sucked on his tongue.
She walked him to her bed and had him lay down on her lap. He said, “tell me things, please?”
Alexandra shushed him and said, “it’s a fine cock. You know it only matters what I think, right?” He nodded, moving against her lap, nestled in her perfect thighs. “It’s just the right size for…hey, do you want your surprise?”
He sat up, “yes please!”
“Eager, much?” she smiled, but she rose and unzipped her pants, slid them down. The white of her thighs, bright against her black panties. His eyes instantly found the darker splotch on the fabric. His mouth began to water. “Tell me you want it,” she said.
“Very much so!”
She moved in front of him, dancing. Her hips swaying.
He watched her like he was praying.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down. A natural tease, she always stepped it up for him. The softness of her mound, that gentle slope down to the top of her clit.
He swallowed, entranced. The only colors his mind could see now were goddess white, sex black, and lust pink.
The fabric pulled away from her, glistening strands of wetness snapping from the cotton to cling back to her lips. “You want it, huh?”
In one fluid motion, she slipped her panties the rest of the way off and turned around, her ass in his face. She spread herself and commanded, “lick it.”
He gasped. He had wanted to lick her ass forever, but it had always been a hard limit. She was self-conscious. Needlessly, he had always thought.
She whined, “don’t you want it?” she thrust it into his face. As an answer, he tentatively kissed the curve of her cheek, and then licked it. He moaned.
Alexandra came slightly out of scene space and asked if she smelled bad.
“No, sweetie,” he sniffed her, loudly, “you are amazing.”
And with that reassurance, she said: “lick it then, you little slut.”
He smiled and lapped at her sweaty, pink asshole like a good puppy.
I am alone, in the dark. Bound and restrained, trapped in a cupboard with little to no space to move, even if I was able to. I can hear the floorboards creaking as you move about upstairs, I wonder what you are up to.. how long will I be left here, drooling in the darkness, left with nothing but the joint discomfort and pleasure of my bondage. My mind wanders over the various things you have done to me.
Tied in the dark
I am dressed up for you. Bright pink corset clutching my tightly, laced up so tightly my breaths are short. Attached are the sheer white stockings clasping my legs, I can feel the decorated tips of them tickling the back of my thighs. A thick pair of matching pink rubber panties squeeze me, my clit encased in a plastic cage, an overinflated plug filling me up. You pulled the panties up tightly, pushing my clit between my legs and holding in the plug. I cap the outfit off with a tall pair of bright pink platform heels you have locked to my feet.
I have a small suction cup attached to each nipple, pulling at them, a constant tease coming from the small vibes hanging from each cup. You plaited my hair into two pigtails that hang over my shoulders, framing my heavily made-up face. You decided since I was dressed like a slut you’d make me look like one, with bright red lipstick and a liberal amount of eyeshadow. A ring gag completed the look, my mouth wide open and drooling.
You’d led me to the cupboard and set about keeping me there. You used a liberal amount of rope. My ankles were tied together tightly, and the tall heels on my feet lashed together tightly, making it hard to balance. You wrapped a length around my corseted waist, looping it under my crotch either side of my cage, causing my cage to pull out slightly, keeping constant pressure on me. My arms were tied at the elbow behind my back, causing me to puff my chest out, presenting myself for you. My wrists were bound to the ropes wrapped around my corset, effectively rendering me immobile for as long as you wish. Just to be sure, once positioned in the cupboard you tied the ropes off to the cupboard racking. Placing a blindfold over my face, you kissed my cheek and stepped out. Testing my surroundings slightly had revealed a plastic sheeting on the floor, and what sounded like bells hung at various places around my body. Any movement set the bells at the ends of my pigtails, or those behind my ankles, jingling loudly.. keeping quiet was going to be tough given how aroused I was.
Before placing me in the cupboard you had teased me for a while, maybe to make it harder for me to stay still, maybe just because you could. Kneeling in the bath, you ran a vibrator over my body slowly.. stopping anywhere you know I enjoyed, but not long enough to push me over the edge. When you’d had enough, you rubbed oil over every part of. my skin. After finishing the places easily reached, you resorted to using the bottle to squirt the remaining oil over the rest of me.. down my stockinged legs, my heeled feet.. even pulling the waistband of my panties open and filling my rubber enclosure with a liberal amount of the slippery liquid.
The end result gave me a heightened awareness of every single part of my body, from my constricted waist to my enclosed clit, I couldn’t twitch even the smallest amount without being made more and more aware of how slippery and sensitive my body was.
I snap out of my reverie as I hear the stairs creaking. Maybe you have come to let me out? Reward me for being a good girl, keeping quiet like you ordered me, the only sounds coming from the attachments on my nipples buzzing quietly, the occasional rustle of the frills of my corset, the slow drip of the drool from my gagged mouth – sometimes landing on something less soft than the tiny panties holding in my plug.
Something seems a little off but I can’t place it, the enjoyment I am experiencing distracting me. Being filled by the warm plastic of my plug, the wet feeling of the drool running down my face and chest, the strain of the cold but comforting plastic around my clit, stopping me getting erect, keeping me as the slutty little whore that I so love being for you. The disorienting darkness, the bindings stopping me from moving, the constant ache of having my arms bound so far behind my back that I arch my back, the effect of the corset causing me to thrust my chest out for you, presenting myself for your enjoyment. The joint pain and pleasure from my feet, heels arched by the stiletto heels you have locked me in, The ache in my jaw from being gagged.
Mistress and more
I realize I can hear two sets of footsteps, not the one I was expecting. I panic slightly.. who’s there? Is someone going to find me here, bound, dressed like a slut, dripping wet, panties stained at the front? I calm down almost immediately. No way would you do that.. I tell myself it’s ok, I have the utmost trust in you. I hear you talking to the unknown person.. walking over to the cupboard that is my pleasurable prison.
The panic rises again, why are you opening the door? A shiver runs through me.. despite the horror rising in me, my clit strains against its cage, I become acutely aware of every single part of my body. I tense up, I’m a good slut, I keep as still and quiet as possible. I hear the interloper say something. It’s ok.. they aren’t downstairs, just waiting for you on the landing. They can’t see me, they don’t know I’m here. It must be you standing in front of me, but you don’t touch me, you don’t speak to me. I feel something brushing against my side, you must be reaching into the cupboard to get something. A moment later you withdraw your arm with whatever it was you were looking for.
I can hear you walk away, but not close the door. What if the interloper wanders around, will they notice me? The fear of being caught both frightens me and exhilarates me, my breathing erratic, the dull ache in my clit growing stronger. I flex my muscles slightly, pushing against my cage.. the plug inside me drawn in and out slightly, slowly fucking me. The feeling in my clit intensifies each time I flex, I have to stop myself from moaning loudly.
I am filled with need. The need to be touched, to be used, to be bent over and fucked hard, to suck on something that fills my throat and threatens to make me choke, the need to have my clit rubbed, the need to writhe around, show off to you how slutty I am, the need to be yours and see you enjoy it.
I hear you retreat upstairs. Not long, a few minutes maybe.. I can hear you talking to your unknown companion. I hear the door slam, and your footsteps descending down the stairs, coming to enjoy your little whore now you’ve sorted whatever it was the friend wanted. I know that waiting can make you impatient, make you want to use me hard and fast, make your urge to satisfy that need that little bit more intense. I wonder if I will pay for the delay caused.
I can sense you in front of me. Unmoving, watching me. I keep perfectly still, trying to ignore the feelings all over my body, the little pains, and pleasures of my situation. I hope you are impressed, pleased with me, proud of your submissive. I push my chest out slightly, back arched to its limit, every sensitive area on a show for you. You don’t say a word but move into the cupboard slightly. I can feel you brushing against me, I can hear you unbinding me from the dark prison that has kept me for over an hour now, but the blindfold allows me no vision, no slit of light or glimpse of your face to judge how well I have done.
I hear you clip something to my collar and shortly, feel a yank on my neck as you lead me out. Heels slippery inside and arms still bound behind my back, I struggle to stay upright, taking tiny steps as I quickly shuffle in the direction you are pulling me. The cold air feels nice on my oiled skin, I can feel where the drool from my mouth has landed. It tingles slightly, a pleasant feeling despite the slight chill.
I feel the air warm as you pull me through into another room.. unsure of where I am, my footing is tentative and unsure. I feel you beside me, fiddling with something. You grab my hands, wrists still tied to the rope around my crotch, and push upwards. It forces me forward until I bump into something.. you keep pushing my hands up, forcing me to bend over. My chest touches a warm surface, and as you push me down into it, my cage touches up against something. It vibrates slightly, stimulating my clit through the dulling influence of the plastic cage. It feels really good, but I know this will just arouse me further without pushing me over the edge.
Bent over fully now, the cups on my sensitive nipples now pushed down onto the surface, stimulating them more every time I breathe. The corset, so tight and rigid, forces me to stick my ass out invitingly. The pressure on my hands stops me from rubbing myself on the vibrating machine you have me pinned against, I figure that you have stretched out and bent over the wooden surface in the washroom, clit resting against the washing machine.
“Don’t move slut.” The first words you speak to me in over an hour as you walk away. I wonder what you have in store for me. Whether you will give me pleasure or pain first. I can hear you come back. You reach round and I can hear you tying something off. I feel a short tug on my neck, pulling me forwards, almost on tiptoes. I hear you rustling some more, and feel the same thing at my wrists. Unable to move now, I am somehow connected to the other side of the surface, ropes connected to my collar and wrists taut. It keeps me arched out and completely vulnerable.
I feel you shuffling around with the bindings at my ankles and knees, they drop away and I feel you push against my feet. I stretch my legs out as wide as possible, but it isn’t enough for you. I stretch further, balancing on the tips of the heels still locked to my aching feet, my legs spread to their limit. You seem to accept I can’t go any further and I feel you remind my ankles. First one, then the other, I realise you have me tied to the spreader bar. Unable to close my legs, unable to move, I am now entirely at your mercy.
You pull down the rubber panties I am wearing, not far, my legs are spread too wide for that, but enough that I can feel the warm air on my ass. It feels good after the hour trapped in tight rubber, sliding against the cool material thanks to the oil from earlier. I feel you play around with my plug, attaching the plastic tube that allows you to change the size of it. Two slow, long squeezes of the bulb, I feel the plug expand inside me a little more. The pressure now quite intense, feeling stretched and full.
Pain play is added to the mix
“You can moan for me now slut.” Suddenly, I feel the sharp and stinging sensation of your hand striking my ass. It surprises me and my body tries to pull away, but unable to move, it only succeeds in pulling against my bonds and pushing my cage into the rumbling machine. A second later, my next reaction, I try to arch my back a little more, present myself to you for more. I hear you chuckle, you know how I react, and I feel like you are pleased with me. I moan for you through my gag, I can’t help it, I need it too badly, panting now. You strike me again, a few times in succession. I let out another long moan. You continue, never hitting the same place twice, constantly varying the speed and intensity of your blows. Occasionally your hand catches my plug, driving it into me each time, rubbing my prostate. I can feel my clit leaking, the rubber panties still catching my drips.
By the time you stop, I’m panting, drool pooling around my face, messing up my makeup you so carefully applied. My ass stings all over, the joint glow and dull throb I feel arousing me further. My clit straining against my cage as hard as it is able now, the feeling is bliss. I hear you step back, and a moment later, a few clicks. Taking some pictures of your handiwork to savor later, being your model makes me feel special and I moan for you again.
I feel you untying me from the spreader bar, and releasing my collar and wrists from their ties. You pull me up, and I am able to stretch out for a few seconds. Still panting from how aroused I am, I feel you turn me around.
“Kneel.” You command, and I obey. You’ve placed a small towel for me. You poke my leg with your foot and encourage me to kneel with legs closed. It squeezes my cage out and places pressure on the plug still buried in my ass. The feeling is divine. You place your foot on my chest and push.. I lean back as far as I’m able, leaning back on my hands, corset arching my back again, my chest is thrust out, and my face almost directly upwards. I feel you remove your foot now I’m in place, and you remove the gag from my mouth.
You shuffle over to me and I can feel you pressing yourself against my mouth. I know what to do. Ignoring the ache in my jaw, I lick you slowly.. your wetness drips down my face, I can taste you in my throat. I speed up slightly, and feel you press down onto me. My hands supporting me, you use my mouth, my tongue working over your clit, faster and faster. You start to grind against me, knowing that the position I’m in allows me no room for movement, you use the contours of my lower face to increase your pleasure. I lick as hard and fast as I can now, I enjoy pleasuring you, I enjoy how you use me to get off, I enjoy how I’m aching for release, yet comfortable being held on the edge. I am your slut, and I will not orgasm without permission. I am a good girl and determined to show you.
I feel you tense up, you start shuddering and let out a long moan, pushing hard against my mouth now as I lash your clit with the last remaining strength in my tongue. Your wetness drips down me now, as you grind harder against me, thighs closing tightly around my head. After a while, I feel you slacken and then you are gone. I am left panting, drooling, aching. I feel you grab my collar and lead me out of the room.
I feel carpet.. must be the second bedroom I think to myself. You pull me up to the bed and push me onto it. I struggle to move as you keep pulling at my collar, sensitive nipples rubbing against the bed, the weights attached dragging. I’m finally in position, you have me on my knees, leaning on what feels like a pile of pillows. The top one feels cold and smooth like a plastic sheet has been placed there.
You leave for a moment and I wonder what’s next. I can hear you cleaning yourself up in the bathroom. When you are done, you come back to me. You rub my cage a little, then I feel you probing my mouth with your fingers, and I suck on them, the taste of myself mingling with the taste of you in my throat. You play around with the drool around my mouth, wiping it over my face, smearing my makeup.
You tire of this after a few minutes and replace your fingers with a plastic cock. You fuck my mouth with it for a while, almost choking me each time you push it in. I can taste the lipstick on it. After a few more strokes, you pull my pigtails back, and I lift my head. You wrap my face with some kind of tape, keeping the plastic cock buried in my throat and removing my ability to make any noise other than a guttural moan. You let go of my hair and move behind me.
I feel you grab my ankles, and you spread my legs out. I’m now leaning on the pillows, mouth full, legs open. You push into the small of my back slightly and I arch my back. I can feel my cage pushed into the plastic sheet, the weight of my body compressing it. I feel some pressure on the plug inside me. I feel it build as you pull harder. The plug starts to slide out of me, I feel so stretched and so exposed. I enjoy the feeling.
You remove it completely, and a few seconds later I feel a cold sensation… I feel you rubbing lube on me, inside me, your fingers probing me. I can feel the rubber glove you have on, your fingers sliding in and out of me, fucking me. I moan and you chuckle again. I feel you pull out, and a split second later I feel another pressure. You take hold of my hips and I feel you push into me.. you must have a new toy.. this feels much bigger than your last one.
You push into me slowly, and I feel myself stretch around the thick plastic you are fucking me with. I feel your hips touch me as you push yo against me, driving my clit into the pile I am leaning on. You pull out again and start slowly stroking in and out, getting me used to your new toy. After a while you start to speed up, harder and faster each time, it doesn’t take long before you are fucking me hard, harder than you have before. The feeling is intense.. my clit is squeezing against the pillows, my body is tensed up and my ass feels divine. The pressure on my prostate is causing me to leak uncontrollably, I can feel myself dripping, the plastic sheet preventing the wetness from soaking into the sheets.
Each thrust causes me to rub myself forward slightly. Each time you pull out I am pulled back. The cycle continues without pause, your furious speed causing me to assist you, fucking myself on you, and rubbing myself as hard as I can against the pillows I’m leaning on. The unrelenting pace is too much for me, I let out a long frantic moan, you continue stroking into me relentlessly as I convulse underneath you.. I orgasm, feeling my clit squeezed hard against my cage, the suction on my nipples, the plastic cock choking me, the other fucking me, your hands around my waist holding me down. I convulse hard against you as you stop fucking me and lie on top of me.. burying your toy in my ass, you enjoy holding me as I shake underneath you.
After a while, my shaking subsides. You withdraw slowly, and I am left feeling empty, but wholly satisfied. Glowing with happiness. With exhilaration. I am your submissive little slut. I am your pretty little slut.
I met her on the internet and shared my fantasies with her. Dark dreams about being dominated by a BBW mistress that have eaten away at me for years. She helped me realize them but it was not an easy process. In order to learn to serve her, I had to be broken into the femdom dynamic.
We agreed to meet. She instructed me only to tell friends and relatives that I was going out of town for the weekend. She gave me directions on a place to drive to, somewhere between the towns where we each lived. She describes a parking lot where I am to leave my car. A bus that runs further out of the town and a stretch of woods a couple of miles down the road with a little gravel pullover and an old hiking trail. She has told me of a bridge and a little clearing, a visible landmark a half mile along the trail. Once I arrive there at the designated hour I have been told to place the two items I have been ordered to bring on myself. The first is a leather blindfold. Once in place, my world grows dark. Her second instruction is that I am to handcuff myself to one railing of the bridge with metal police handcuffs. For safety reasons I have been allowed to retain the key in case she is prevented from making our rendezvous.
The little bridge in the woods is to be our auction block. She has informed me that she will come here at her leisure and inspect me. Blindfolded, I will not see her, the choice in this matter is entirely hers and not mine in accord with one of my deepest desires. She may reject me or choose to play with me on the spot or even take me home with her for the weekend. It is to be her choice. But I had already made the mistake of entrusting her with my darkest desires, my need to be deprived of choice and self-control and also of confiding my fear and trepidation, my reluctance to let go and surrender this control. That night she would make the decision for me, it was to be, without me anticipating it, my journey into a life of slavery.
Feeling Mistress’ power for the first time
But I am getting ahead of myself. In the woods, I waited until at length I heard the sound of footsteps on leaves. Then I felt her hand for the first time, pulling at my ponytail and heard her voice ordering me to “Stand up tall, spread eagle, legs apart.” and felt her foot kicking at my ankle.
I struggle into position. Then I hear her urging me to hold very still. Then I feel the flat edge of the steel blade of a knife pressing against my cheek. It is cold to the touch and sends a shiver racing up my spine. She brings the knife to the back of my neck and then I feel the blade as it tares the back of my old black t-shirt from the collar to the hem. The two halves of my shirt part, clinging at my arms, my back bare and exposed to the night air. She pressed her hands to my shoulder blades and runs her fingers approvingly over my back.
The knife travels to first one arm then the other and finishes the task of ripping my shirt to shreds so that it no longer clings to my body. She moves down to my jeans, her hands stroking my crotch before fumbling with my belt buckle and pulling it off of my pants.
The strap of my own belt cracks across my back.
“You have a nice strong back. I’m going to mark it now so that there can be no doubts about who is in charge. I want to see how well you can take a beating as a boy in my house can expect to be beaten often.”
The belt thuds across my back bringing welts to the surface.
“You may moan or scream but do not speak. You have not yet earned the right of speaking to me. “
After a good fifty strokes, she stops and unbuttons my button fly jeans, easing them down off of my narrow hips until they hang awkwardly about my ankles.
As instructed, I am without underpants, so now aside from my pants resting on my shoes I am completely exposed.
“What a nice butt, let’s bring some color to those cheeks.” And the beating starts again, this time with my buttocks as the target. I squirm a little at first, but learn not to once she wraps my ponytail around my fist and forces my head down to the railing. She holds me like this while lashing my ass with my own belt.
Once my bottom is blushing red she stops and while still holding my ponytail with one hand, slides a finger from her other hand it to my mouth.
“Suck it boy. Get it nice and wet. Suck it hard. “ I slurp at her finger, sensuously caressing it with my mouth the way women had sometimes sucked my cock. She stabs her finger in and out as if it were a weapon.
“I hope you got that wet enough.” She hisses and removes it from my mouth only to place it against another opening.
“Tsk, Tsk, what a tight boy pussy. You may not be suitable after all.” She spreads one cheek with one hand, nails digging into my flesh, while the spit-lubricated finger burns its way past my tight sphincter. My hole yields unwillingly to her violation at first, but with rising courage, I press my rear towards her and fuck her probing finger back.
“That’s better you little slut. God, you need that ass fucked slut. Show me how bad you want it. Fuck my finger. The dick I’m going to stick into you is going to be so much bigger than this.”
Her words are my first indication that I will be leaving these woods with her. That I have been accepted. Straining against the discomfort I redouble my efforts to please her, rocking back and forth faster and harder.
She smacks my ass hard with her free hand and extracts the probing finger from my tight hole, quickly snaking it between my thighs and seizing me by the balls.
A big woman needs a big cock
“They’re small, but they hang nice and low. They’ll probably hang a little lower after a few sessions with the weights. But those sorts of improvements will help you understand that you’re hole and balls and you’re entire body belongs to me.” She gives a squeeze that leaves me wincing and panting in pain and then slides her hand up the underside of my cock.
Her free hand is wrapped back around my ponytail and her lips are quivering so close to my ears that I can feel her hot breath. She stroking my cock now. Hard squeezes, a tight yet arousing grip.
“Let’s see how big this dildo gets. I want to see if it’s too puny to satisfy my appetites. I want it hard for my inspection.”
And I am getting hard, aroused by the feeling of her large breasts pressing through her shirt against my bare back and the hand the job she is giving me. But it must not be growing stiff fast enough for her because she is yanking my hair harder and urging me on with a torrent of abuse.
“Well that might be big enough to satisfy my ass when I’m in the mood, but I have a much bigger dildo then this that I use all time. Surely you can do a little bigger than this, the way you bragged to me in those pathetic e-mails. Show me, I’m a big woman you know, I need a big cock to satisfy me. If you ever earn the reward of being allowed to satisfy me personally that is.”
Her words have a stimulating effect on me. The more she treats me like an animal at auction or a piece of meat to poked and prodded the harder I become. My erection juts out now.
“Oh now that’s better. It just might do. Maybe with some more modification, a little pumping, a few piercings to add to my pleasure.”
She runs her thumb over my spongy crown and feels the tip moist with precum.
“I think that’s enough. After all, you haven’t earned the right to cum yet either. Kick off your shoes.”
Awkwardly I step on one heel and push until my foot flies free and shake off the shoe. Then with even more difficulty use the freed foot to extract myself from my remaining show.
“Now your jeans.”
Still cuffed to the bridge I manage to free my ankles and find myself standing nude except for the blindfold and my socks. I realize she has bent down scooped up my pants and shoes when I hear her extract the handcuff key from my front pants pocket. She twists the key into one of the keyholes and my wrist springs free for a just a second before she grabs it and pins my arms behind my back. The still cuffed wrist is brought away from the railing and I am quickly re-cuffed with both my arms behind my back.
“Hold these.” She orders and I feel my shoes pressed against my hands. I grab them and hold one dangling from each hand. “And now this.” She adds and drapes my jeans over my bound wrists.
She turns me around by my ponytail and points us back in the direction of the road.
“Now move.” She punctuates the command with the sting of my leather belt whipped against my lower thighs. She steers me along the trail by holding onto my hair and urges me forward by strapping my thighs. It is a long slow walk back out to the road with my feet stumbling over the stony path, crunching among the leaves and tripping over roots. Unaccustomed to traveling over this sort of terrain without shoes my feet are sore by the time we reach her car.
She opens the passenger side and guides me by my ponytail until my head rests against the seat.
“Lift up your feet” she orders. “I’m not letting you into my car with those filthy socks.”
I lift first one and then the other and feel her tug them off of me. I am wondering what would happen if some car passed us now and saw my naked body hanging half out of the car. But I know that this must be a fairly deserted stretch of road even by day and that even if a car did pass quickly in the night it would see only the car at the side of the road. Not the powerful woman forcing her naked slave into her car from between the far side of the pull off and the entrance to the wooded trail.
I am forced down into the wheel well of the car on the passenger side and hear the door slam shut behind me. A moment later the driver’s side door opens and I feel the seat move as she sits down in front of the wheel.
“Now be a good pup on the drive home.” She coos, pulling my head by my ponytail so that it rests in her ample lap. I hear her turn the keys in the ignition, feel the movement of her thighs as she feathers the gas. Her left hand hold my head steady, grinding my face against her crotch. I am quickly lost in the twists and turns of the car as we travel this way for the better part of an hour.
Becoming her dog
She does talk to me. Telling me what is in store for me for the next 48 hours. The first lesson in dehumanization. I will spend the rest of the weekend as a dog. Forbidden to speak, to get up off of all fours, to eat with utensils or drink from a glass.
At last the car slows, turning into what is evidently her driveway, and I hear the sound of the electric garage door raising, the car pulling in and at last, coming to a complete stop.
She gets out of the car first and then opens my side and guides me out by the nape of my neck. I clamber awkwardly down, placing my feet on the garage floor first.
“Bad dog!” She laughs, slapping my ass. “A well-trained dog would never leave the car hind legs first.”
The cement floor is hard and cold beneath my knees and elbows, but my guided trip across it is short. I remain thoroughly disoriented by the blindfold, but once she opens a door and guides me through it I realize that we have emerged into some sort of backyard through a door at the rear of the garage.
“Now to hose you down and clean you off a little before bringing you into the house.” My new owner informs me as i hear the familiar sound of a key turning to open the flow of water to a garden hose. I am still caught off guard as a spray of cold water hits my naked ass. She hoses over my body, soaking my hair, spraying under my armpits and then setting to work on my ass and crotch. At first, the squirting is playful, a mist of water over my dangling testicles and flaccid cock. Then, maliciously, I feel the pressure building up until she is pounding my genitals with a hard jet of water. I squirm involuntarily and receive a reprimand, a sharp slap to my wet rear and a command to sit still. The hard jet of water is directed between my buttocks until the stream is pushing against my tight rear hole. I feel her fingers, wet from the spray, peeling apart my buttocks, probing for my asshole and redirecting the stream right on its target. The pelting water has almost the intensity of tiny pebbles hitting against the sensitive flesh.
“There we go.” She says, shutting off the water and releasing a satisfied sigh. I hear her vanish into the garage for a second when she returns it must be with a large beach towel as I feel her beginning to dry me off. The towel tosses my head of thick wet hair and brusquely wipes down my body, the pace slows to linger over my cock and balls alone where I can feel her hands gripping me roughly through the terry cloth fabric and squeezing my organs.
I am led back into the garage and commanded to “Sit!” Kneeling back on my heels with my arms straight in front of me I attempt to imitate a canine posture as best I can.
“Now for your collar puppy, so everyone will know who you belong to.” I feel a leather collar slide over my neck and feel my freedom slipping away from me as she jerks it tight. Then my ears detect the sound of metal wrestling against metal and of a padlock sliding shut. She pats my head comfortingly.
“And now, to help you out a little bit. Give me your right front paw dog.” I obediently extend my right arm and feel her slip an elbow pad, like those used by skaters and skateboarders, up my arm. “And the left.” she prompts, repeating the process. Then, moving behind me, she commands me to extend my rear legs one at a time and feel her slide the knee pads home. I am grateful for the consideration she shows me by supplying these small comforts.
Next, she produces a pair of leather bondage mitts. She places one of my front paws into mitt and buckles the straps tight, effectively depriving me of the use of my opposable thumbs and reducing me to an animalistic method.
“Good puppy,” she says, rubbing her hands behind my ears and then she attaches a lead to my collar and drags me back into the garage and across the floor to another doorway, where she guides me into a hallway and up a short flight of steps. I can feel the cold texture of linoleum under me and correctly surmise that I have been led into the kitchen.
“Sit.” She commands and obediently I squat on my haunches. I hear more fidgeting sounds, the sink running, an electric can opener whirring. Then two bowls are placed before me.
“Time for you to eat and drink. You must be a hungry dog and this may be your last chance before tomorrow morning.”
Since I cannot see she grabs my ponytail and forces my face down into the dog dish filled with water. The water goes up into my nose and wets my mustache and goatee. I quickly adapt to this new game, slurping up the refreshing water.
“And now for your food.” I am instructed, as her fist again wraps around my hair and uses it as a handle to plop my face ungraciously in the food. It’s a mess, I can feel the slimy food clinging to my face. For a moment i feel an urge to vomit, convinced I am really covered in canned dog food.
Clearly disappointed in my sudden lack of enthusiasm she grinds my face into the mush and in a far more severe tone orders me to eat.
“Come on you filthy bitch, eat up your supper, I don’t have all day.” She punctuates her command by pressing my face harder against the dish and giving my ass a good hard slap with her other hand.
I struggle to work my jaw and take a bit of what I still believe to be dog food into my mouth. The first gulp I reluctantly swallow. By the second or third I realize that there is something familiar about the taste, that I am actually gulping down cold canned soup, some sort of beef stew of or the like. The experience is till unpleasant with the cold soup sinking heavily into my belly and as many chunks ending up plastered to my face as sliding down my throat. But I am held in position until the dish is done and ordered to lick the bowl clean.
“Look what a mess you’ve made you filthy beast.” My Mistress chides as she roughly scrubs the food off my lower face with a damp clothe. She takes delicate care only when it comes to wiping a few particles of food off of the leather blinders.
I am allowed one last refreshing gulp of water and led off into the living room, my Mistress fiddles with the TV and VCR for a couple of seconds and then leads me over to the couch. I hear her situating herself comfortably and then she orders me to lie at her feet. While my Mistress amuses herself with a movie I remain submissively at her heels, able only to hear the dialogue. Throughout the movie, I am ignored except for a few occasions when my Mistress, remembering my presence, runs a foot absentmindedly over my ass.
A couple of hours later the movies begin to rewind and my Mistress stirs again. I hear her yawn and inform me that it is time for my “walk before bed.”
I listen as she stands up and gathers up my leash and feel the jerk on my collar as she drags me through the house, we pass through a room and I hear the unmistakable of a sliding door traveling along its track.
“Now watch your step.”
I fumble along beside her feeling as if I am crawling out into nothing, but there are no steps, just a little lip between the house and the grass which feel damp under my shins. She leads some ways across a lawn which i have not yet succeeded in visualizing, but I can hear the outdoors sounds like katydids chirping and feel a slight breeze.
“Well dog, don’t keep me waiting, lift your leg and pee, this is your last chance for the night.” Her voice is stern with more than a hint of impatience. I’d like nothing more than to obey her command, the coffee i drank during my hour-long drive to our rendezvous point was begging for release throughout the movie. But being unaccustomed to watering a lawn on demand I find I have suddenly become pee shy. A situation my new owner does not seem to have much sympathy for.
She gives a hard pull on my hair and whispers venomously, “Well, go on damn it, piss for me bitch.”
Foolishly I fail to stifle my urge to protest as she tugs at my scalp, “Please Mistress I can’t . . .”
“What’s this,” she quickly cuts off my protests mid-stream, “bitches don’t talk, they bark, they whine, but they do not speak. One more word out of that pathetic mouth and you’ll be kept muzzled for a week.” Her words are punctuated by a kick in the ass followed by several hard slaps. “Now do it, bitch.”
I strain to release the water, a panic washing over me, I can feel myself becoming sweaty, my tenseness makes it harder not easier. Eventually, as I strain I begin to feel a weak trickle of urine escape my penis, falling in droplets on the ground. The stream gathers strength and soon becomes a steady jet vaguely smelling of coffee.
As it peters back down to a trickle she brusquely commends me, “That’s better, see you really did have to go, now if you’re all down, let’s get back in the house, it’s almost time for bed.”
I am led back across the lawn by my tightly jerked collar until we reach the house and then only assisted by the command “paw up,” as I am driven back into the house. Guided through a long room to a carpeted staircase which i clamber up with difficulty, assisted only by tugs on the chain lead and smacks across my bottom. At the top of the stairs, we proceed down a hall and turn off into my Mistress’s bedroom.
Owner’s bed duties for the pet
I can feel and hear as the leash is unclipped from my collar. And then I hear the soft rustling sounds of a woman undressing. She hooks her fingers under my collar just behind my neck and pulls me over to her bed. I hear the mattress creak under her weight as she sits down and she prods me with an “up.”
“Now you’re not housebroken yet so you can’t sleep in a bed. But Mommy would like to reward you for being a good dog. And I do know how much doggies like to sniff crotch. So why don’t you show me how well you can lick.”
She uses her fingers, hooked between the leather collar and my neck, to guide over the bed. My hands brush up against her large thighs. Ever so slightly I can begin to smell her musky wetness. She leaves me a little further up and then pushes my head down. My hands wander, trying to find a place to rest. I wonder if I am allowed to touch her with them. I finally manage to plant my hands on either side of her wide hips, I can feel the cool of her flesh as it brushes against the insides of my arms.
My forehead rests against the roll of her belly now and the insides of her thighs rub against my neck. My faces are pressed against her crotch where I can feel the ever so slight stubble of her shaved sex.
“Go on lick.”
My tongue finds the slit, slowly tracing a wet circle around the outside of her nether lips. I pry her vulva apart with my tongue and then slide it into the warm opening tasting her juices. I fuck her with my tongue, sliding it in and out. She seems to tense a little and then relaxes, pressing down a bit to meet the thrusts of my tongue.
I slide it out of her and clamp my mouth against the opening, breathing deep, letting the air whisper over the sensitive flesh. And I search a little above with my tongue, letting it wander until I find the tiny knob of her hood. I inch my mouth up, wrap my lips about her clit and begin to suck. I imagine it as a tiny penis and try to do everything to her that I remember being done on me in the very best blow jobs I ever received. I suck gently but constantly and aggressively.
I feel her move to adjust herself and feel the weight of her legs as it comes to rest over my back. Her heels grind against my back and she grabs a painfully tight fistful of my hair and grinds my face hard against her pussy.
I increase my performance, fluttering my tongue over the clit even as I suck. Flickering it in the manner I imagine a snakes tongue to move. I am pleased as I hear the sighs of pleasure that escape her lips. She is very wet now and I can feel the wetness seeping into my goatee, running over my chin.
I continue working my mouth around, sucking, flicking my tongue and occasionally shifting just enough to probe her inside for a second or two too. Losing myself in the bliss of my task I gradually slide my hands until they are grasping her large buttocks. I hold on to these and use them as a handle as I go up and down on her clit. Her hands in my hair effectively regulate my rhythm to her pleasure.
Even as my tongue begins to fatigue I begin to feel the indications of her mounting orgasm. I can feel her body clenching and unclench involuntarily and the moans of pleasure she emits. She pulls my hair harder and forces my mouth harder against her cunt. I enjoy the sensation as she bucks against my mouth, her hips grinding upwards to embrace my lips. I feel her fist tighten as she orgasms, then relax and push me away from her pelvis with a sigh.
She shifts her body further on to her back, I can feel the mattress roll under her weight. She rubs her ass against my face.
“You’re not done yet.”
I kiss her fleshy buttocks and brush my lips over her backside searching for the valley between her ass cheeks.
“You’re not there yet dog. Come on, you know where to stick your tongue.”
Enthusiastically my tongue finds and plunges into her dark earthy hole. With the first couple of licks my stomach is in revolt and then I relax, overcome by excitement. My tongue fucks her asshole in a steady rhythm and i feel my cock stiffening once more. Her large buttocks press against my face and I can once more hear sighs and moans of satisfaction.
“That’s it puppy, lick my ass, kiss it good.”
I am lost in submissive heaven, the humiliating aspects of this shore render it all the more arousing for me, my tongue circles the sphincter again and again and then thrusts back through the tight hole. My revery is interrupted only by a sharp yank of my hair that redirects back to my owners wet cunt.
“That’s it. I’m feeling so insatiable tonight. Make me cum again you lucky beast.”
It takes much longer to coax an orgasm this time. My tongue is fatigued feeling almost as if it will fall out of my mouth by the time she grips my hair even harder and thrusts her pelvis up into my mouth.
Her grip relaxes and she strokes and pets my head for a few minutes as her breathing calms. At last, she sits up and grips the D-ring of my collar back in her fingers. I follow her off of the bed, stumbling a little as I make the journey down to the floor. She crosses to the wall and flicks off the light switch. A fact of which I am barely cognizant under the blindfold. Then she leads me back across the floor.
“When you’re properly housetrained you might earn the privilege of sleeping in my bed. But for now, this kennel will do nicely.” She unhooks my blindfold and for the first time in what must be nearly six hours my vision is returned to me. In the nearly dark room, I can just barely make out the wire bars of a large dog cage that has been set up near the foot of the bed.
“Go on, in you go.” She swats my ass to direct me into the cage.
I duck and just barely managed to squeeze low enough to enter it. Once inside I do not even have room to turn around. I just barely have room to lie down by turning on my side in a curled fetal position. Mercifully there is a thick, soft blanket covering the floor of the cage, but the metal sides press against the flesh of my broad shoulders. I can watch as she picks a thick padlock off the top of the cage and locks the door shut.
I can just barely make out my Mistress for the first time. A large shadow looming over me as she pats the cage and returns to bed. I hear the creaking of the box springs and after a few minutes, her breathing slows to the steady soft sighs of a sleeper.
She was kneeling. She hated kneeling but it was where he put her and she loved to please him by following his orders. Her back was to the door and she faced the wall, waiting for him to appear. Hearing the door open, and then close again, she started trembling. The thought of him, of his control of her, always made her tremble.
He walked in, stepping behind her and cupped her face with his hand while tugging softly on her hair. “Hello girl, how are you today?” A soft moan escaped before she answered him, “Fine Sir, I’m fine, thank you.” Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a blindfold and slipped it on her eyes, tugging it down over her hair. “That’s my good girl, ” he said. “What are you moaning for girl?” She shook her head, feeling small already, just with those feel words, the tug of the hair, the blindfold.
“Nothing Sir, just a silly response to you being here.”
He chuckled, liking the smallness in her voice, the trembling of her body. “Ah but responses aren’t silly, girl, they’re the point of the thing, as it were. If you didn’t respond, you wouldn’t be very much fun, now would you?”
Again, she shook her head, knowing that her ability to please him was more than half the fun for him, that and the fact that he could have her do just what he wanted without fear of recrimination made for an excellent power exchange. She gave freely to please him because her pleasure depended on his.
“You are a dumb little cunt aren’t you?”
Trembling more, she whimpered and whispered, “Yes Sir, your dumb little cunt” He came around her and stood in front of her. She listened for his next words and instead heard the sound of his zipper sliding down. She felt her body clench and herself get wet just with that tiny sound. Whimpering she tried to press forward with her head to lean against him. A sharp tug of her hair stopped her.
“None of that now. You go where I WANT you to go, besides, I don’t think you deserve this, do you?”
She moaned, knowing that he was stroking his cock in front of her blindfolded face, wanting to feel it in her mouth more than anything. “Yes, Sir, I mean no Sir, oh Sir” her need was evident in every syllable.
He smiled but answered sternly, “Which is it you dumb little cunt? Yes Sir or No Sir?”
“OH. Please, Sir, it’s whatever you say, Sir.” She felt even smaller now that he was talking to her sternly, just like her daddy used to when she was disobedient. She sniffled a bit, feeling lost and small and little girl like.
He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and smiled with her obvious need to please, getting harder as he stood in front of her. “You want to suck don’t you, little girl? You want this hard throbbing cock in your mouth?” He brushed it against her lips then stepped back, sliding his hand up and down the shaft. “My baby wants a pacifier, doesn’t she? Tell Daddy what you want, little girl, tell me exactly what you want.” The precum glistened on the tip of his cock and on her mouth, but she knew better than to lick it without permission.
Please daddy, let have your cock
“Please, please daddy, let me suck you” she felt his fingers tangle in her hair and then felt her head being pressed down against his leg, felt his heavy balls resting on her head in the back. She whimpered and put her hands down, now on all fours. With a sharp tug, her head was pulled up to stretch her neck, the tip of the cock pressed against her mouth.
“Open up little girl”
Moaning she opened her mouth and felt it slide over her tongue, the taste of precum making her eager for more. Holding her mouth open was difficult but he hadn’t said she could suck, only to open for him. Then she heard the door open behind her and she started trembling, wondering who it was. She heard the sound of another zipper sliding down and whimpered then felt daddy’s cock slam into the back of her mouth, pressing down her throat. The sound of a belt being undone came next and she heard “Suck girl, don’t you dare stop until I tell you otherwise.” Crying she started sucking on him, as she felt her legs being spread and her cunt get wetter.
Grunting as she felt a hard, thick cock push into her cunt, her face pressing into her Daddy’s legs, she started to shake harder than before. “Good girl, good dumb little cunt, suck Daddy, suck him harder.” His hands tugged her face on and off his cock, as the man behind her slammed into her cunt again and again.
She felt a ripple run through her body, needing to cum but knowing that she wasn’t allowed to do so without permission. She moaned louder, around his cock, sucking urgently, milking it with her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Two hands wrapped around her waist and then she felt herself be pulled back hard against the body behind her as it slumped against her with a heave, then she felt the cock pull out and a splash of hot wetness hit her back and asscheeks. “Cum babydoll, cum for Daddy” She came, in a trembling mess, nearly losing her balance as she did so. Saying this, her Daddy thrust down her throat, tightening his grip on her hair. He held himself like that, cutting off her breath as she rocked back and forth in pleasure. The sound of the door opening and closing was heard just after that, and she felt yet another cock sliding into her wet cunt, making her try to moan around Daddy’s cock.
Gag a little for me, my dumb slut
Knowing that she would choke soon, he held his cock in the back of her throat. She began writhing around, hips bucking as the other cock slammed into her harder and harder, moving suddenly from her cunt, and pressing against her anus. Gasping, she felt it press firmly into her sphincter and then start a speedy rhythm slapping her ass with each thrust. Daddy pulled his cock back into her mouth and started his own rhythm, pushing her back and forth between them. “Cum you dumb bitch, cum if you ever plan on cumming again” With that he pushed against her throat again and then pulled out, splashing cum all over her face. Opening her mouth with a shaky breath, she started moaning, “I’m cummingggggg ohhh gawdsssss yes please Daddy let me cum again” She felt the cock in her ass spurt hard as he slammed into her one last time, then felt him slide out, as she shook with the need to orgasm again. “Cum slut” Giving one last cry she whimpered her way through yet another orgasm.
”Thank you Daddy, thank you. “ She felt her arms weakening and lay down on the floor as she heard Daddy zipping up.
“Well babydoll, you made $40. Aren’t you pleased?” With a chuckle, he started walking out of the room. “I’ll see you later my good girl, clean up and get back to work.”