‘John!’ – Mary calls me from the living room. I rush to her.
I am barefooted, wear jeans and have my torso naked. She has a sexy dress, with a low cut cleavage allowing her ample breasts to show off. A simple but sexy little black dress. But that is not the most exciting part of her attire. I am definitely more aware of the black cane she is holding!
‘Kneel, John’ – she orders me, from hearing seating position at our light-beige sofa.
She is also pointing at me with the cane. Not really threatening. Well, maybe just a little.
‘John’ – she continues after I kneel down at the carpet at her feet, ‘I think I like your idea of you being my submissive obedient slave for a day. Let’s see how it goes. I just wonder ….’
She has now a mischievous look on her beautiful face while she “wonders” … A measure of fear crosses my mind in respect to what she is going to say … light fear is enjoyable and exciting …
‘ I wonder how obedient you can really be …’ – she adds with a smirk and a smile.
More light fear and excitement for me. Good, how bad can this be, this being an obedient game? So far it seems I am safe.
This whole idea of submission is rather new for us as a couple, even we had been talking and fantasizing in the past. So we start light. I love and trust my wife Mary, so, so I feel safe for the time being.
She blends her cane again. She brings it to my cheeks, and caresses and teases my face with it. I instinctively react and try not to avoid it, but she says:
‘No no no! don’t move!’.
So I relax, and she keeps teasing me with the cane. One cheek, then the other. Then under the chin. She slowly starts to aim for one of my nostrils. I breathe deep in anticipation and try to make an effort not to resist.
She poking my nostril with the cane is started to feel quite humiliating, and making me really hard inside my jeans as well. She rotates the cane around its axis, slowly and sensually, while keeping a soft and subtle contact with my nostril, which makes me realize how sensitive it is. It has suddenly become an erotic spot. I start to feel a weird feeling in my spine … it is the humiliation feeling! It is stronger than I expected, and I never thought it would come about in this way? She keeps teasing my nostril. I feel so excited, and more and more overwhelmed with emotion and feelings of weakness.
My mind starts to fill with fear of what could be next, will she put that in my mouth?
‘Open your mouth John!’ – she reads my mind. I obey.
‘Tongue out! More! Mouth wide open, and tongue out!’ Very good, stay there, what an obedient slave!’ -she says.
I stay there with kneeling with my mouth wide open, my tongue out, pressing my eyes while my mind struggles to cope with a new startling sensation when she puts the cane in my mouth.
But she doesn’t, she keeps teasing my nostril, while I hold my mouth open. I feel a bit ridiculous, but also submissive, and excited, and happy that I slowly fall into my slave role.
‘Does this excite you, John, being given orders? Look at you … with the mouth wide open, tongue out, so ridiculous!’
Mary was teasing me mentally and also physically by rubbing her cane all around my face. I loved it! I was told not to move, so I could only answer to her question with an imperceptible assent of the head, and an affirmative gesture of closing my eyes. I think she understood it.
“I think I’m going to enjoy myself now playing with my new slave. Because that’s what you are now, slave. A slave! And you don’t even have a name anymore now! ‘
‘No more John for you! John is gone, thrown through the window! I had a husband, once upon a time, but he is gone, and now I have a slave!”
“I think I will start by being a bit more strict with you. Let’s start with correcting your posture. Slave, put your hands behind you and separate your knees … And don’t you dare to close your mouth or hide your tongue! I want you to keep your ridiculous expression of the submissive slave in your face!”
I felt a warm joy from her firm tone, as I obeyed. And I also felt some tingling in my groin in my jeans as I separated my knees. The feeling of exposing myself by opening my legs was rewarding, especially that I also felt protected by the jeans. A paradox!
Mary is a really sexy woman, with a beautiful angel face, black hair, and sensual curves. Not at all skinny. She may even have a few extra pounds, but that only accentuated her sex appeal. She wore her 37 years with exuberance and supreme confidence.
This is all a lengthy blurb to explain to you, dear reader, why I was dying to drop the whole game and just grab her tits. But the excitement in the expectation of the unknown kept me obedient and yearning for more orders from this Goddess.
“You may think this is a game, little slave, but let me show you. Open your mouth wider, stick your tongue out, and don’t move no matter what”
She hit me on my tongue with the cane! Fucking bitch! It hurt! I didn’t expect her to be so harsh. I muffled my moan, and suffered in silence, trying to keep my obedient slave role.
Not again! Filthy bitch! This is not the game I had in mind! Well, maybe yes, I am not so sure now.
“This was just a little help to remind you that you are my slave now. Now lick my cane, say thank you Mistress, and get up”.
I did as ordered with great gratitude that it was over. I also heard myself in my thoughts calling myself a wimp (in my head only) for making such a big deal out of two little blows.
“Rule number 1, obey without any hesitation. Not the slightest!”
“Rule number 2, you shall be naked at all times unless direct otherwise.”
It took me a second to process this, and realize that I need to remove my pants, but I had my arms behind my back and my hesitation in bringing them to the front didn’t go unnoticed!
“So soon you are already in violation of both rules!”
She pushed her cane inside my nostril. I’m glad she didn’t strike me with the cane, but I was surprised on how my sweet wife turned out so nasty, with this perverted obsession with my nostril.
I wanted to say I’m sorry, but I recalled I had to keep my mouth open and tongue out. So I started removing my jeans, while she was pressing upwards with the cane in my nose, in an uncomfortable position.
“Good slave, you are learning. You look so funny trying to remove your pants with your nose upwards, and your mouth open! Ok, relax now, close your mouth, and remediate your situation, and go back to position.”
She removed the cane, so I was able to quickly undress.
“Rule 3, your default position is as you were before, kneeling, hands behind you, knees wide apart, and mouth open. You can keep your tongue inside.”
I was glad to obey and expectant to see what happens next.
“I see your cock is happy to be shown to me”
She teased my cock with the cane. This, combined with the recent memory of the cane on my tongue raised a slight concern. I really hoped Mistress was not that wicked!
“Do you know what may happen if you disobey …” she teased me while rubbing my balls with the cane … “Mmm .. you don’t want to find out, I really recommend you don’t try ….”
This just helped me make up my mind not to disobey! I didn’t want to find out!
“I know there are a lot of things that you don’t like to do … or be done to you .. but that’s what being a slave is about, right? You do what your Mistress wants, not what you want. Isn’t that right slave? Mmmmh?”
So far she was talking with a disarming smile, seductively mean. But suddenly she became serious. She brought her face near me, looked me in the eyes, and asked me slowly and sternly:
“Do you like men, slave? Sexually?”
That question totally caught me off guard. Where that came from?
I didn’t expect a hit on my balls! Not for just hesitating to answer!!!! What a bitch! I twisted my torso in agony!
“No Mistress, I don’t like men, noo …. I like only women!”
“Too bad. For you that is. But you will obey anything I say, because you are my slave, right?”
I was totally lying, I was not really willing to go that far as she hinted, but this was the safest thing to say right now, in my painful situation. Hope she is bluffing too.
“I know you will. Even if you don’t know, I know”
Her smile returned to her face, her cane was returned to be held with two hands in a non-menacing way, and it was like if the Sun had risen again.
“Oh, my own cute little little slave to play!” She said with the sweetest smile.
She put her cane away and brought her smiling face close to mine.
She made a sweet pout with her mouth.
“Is slave horny, uh?. What will make slave happy, uh? You are allowed to beg your Mistress!”
I said: “A kiss, please?”
She smiled again, then went to grab her cane. Oh no, what’s wrong now?
WHAACK on my butt!
“Slave forgot to say ‘Mistress’ … Ha!”
“Sorry Mistress, sorry Mistress! Please no more cane, Mistress?”
“Of course, my cute slave! Only good things for you now, slave!”
She brought her slave close to me again, with a smile. I cautiously partially opened my mouth, as she got her near me. And we kissed, tenderly. She licked and sucked my lips, and I reciprocated, as we locked in a loving and wet kiss.
Her hands started caressing me my chest, and a flow of pleasure and warmth expanded through my body, from the ineffable sensations of her tongue dancing with mine, and her caring hands rubbing my torso, my arms, my chest, while I kept my hands behind me as instructed.
My cock was standing to attention between my parted legs.
A thrill startled me as her hand trailed downwards, to lightly touch my ball sac, and a playful finger traveled along the right side of my cock from the base to the tip.
“Oh, my cute slave is oozing some drops here …” she said interrupting the kiss for a brief moment, and then she went back to it.
Her finger tapping softly of the tip of my cock was like pressing a secret button for me, it caused me some sudden urge to fuck and cum! But I was determined to resist it!
She broke the kiss and looked at me as waiting for my begging. But I didn’t want to beg to fuck because I also enjoyed the tease. So I didn’t know what to beg.
This time she decided to be more aggressive in her kissing, ravishing my mouth and sucking my tongue and slips with intensity. She penetrated me with her tongue, and strongly lapped all corners of my cavity, rubbing it strongly against my tongue.
“Take your mouth out, slave, and keep it out. Flat tongue!”
She slowly placed her own tongue pressing against mine, the upper surface of each tongue touching each other. As we slowly accommodated our heads and tongues to increase the surface of contact, she started to slowly rub the underside of my cock from the tip towards the base with her full hand.
Simultaneously she started rubbing my cock underside, up and down. The coordinated rub jumped my fuse on my level of simulating pleasure, as I felt fucked through both ends. As I enjoyed and revealed in this paradise, my brain turned soft and mushy! Electricity run between my cock and my mouth, right along my chest and tummy, and back!.
We both moaned while this slow but intensive rubbing continued. And she gradually accelerated the motion. Oh, fuck! After some vigorous and faster rubbing my heavy moans betrayed that my orgasm is getting near, and she stopped.
She started tapping on the tip of my cock. Oh no, again! This time I can’t hold myself from begging.
“Please Mistress, may I get some pleasure in my cock so I can cum?”
I wanted to say let’s fuck, but I phrased it so that it is up to her how should I cum.
“About time, slave, I like to hear you begging to cum! What a sweet slave you are!”
She removed her hand from my cock, held my face, and started kissing me on the lips. No tongue this time. Just strong kisses in the lips. She played with my cheeks with her hands.
“Get up slave, I have some toys I want to show you! Come. ”
“Ok, you can free your arms …”, she said as I saw that I would need them to get up.
She grabbed the cane again, and I followed her to the bedroom, wondering what perv toys she has in store for me …
fido knew we were having a party….but he had no idea the plans I had made regarding him. As usual, I had the Kinky Caterers take care of all the minutia of the party, so I could flesh out the details of breaking my dog. We had been together for a number of months, and it was time for his testing – this party would determine if his training had taken. I had him, kneeling, in the corner, blindfolded with his hands cuffed behind him. he could hear my instructions to the caterers and the guests arriving; all the Ladies and their boys and a couple of Masters with their subs as well. As I welcomed them in, I quietly reminded them of the plans for the evening, especially Michael and Marc and their roles this evening. I had those who were interested; go fondle fido as I knew that would make him feel uneasy – other hands grabbing his balls, testing for heft, tightness, fullness, and size. I shoved his face down into the carpet pushing his ass up, so they could be a better grip on him. Knowing his obsession with leather, I had asked all the dominates to wear leather gloves. I knew the smell…the feeling would get him in a more ‘eager to please’ mindset. I saw Lady Carissa shoving her finger in his mouth, making him suckle her it. It had the desired results; I could see fido’s cock trying to get hard. Too bad it was in the cage. He squirmed and whimpered around her finger, but it did no good, his cock wasn’t going to go anywhere. She popped her finger out and then around to his back. Since his saliva had wet the glove it was perfectly ready to invade his little ass. She covered it with another glove and as she gently slid it in all the way, he moaned. fido knew not to attempt to reject it and being bound and on his face negated his even thinking about it. She pumped it in and out a couple of times making him used to it. We had played this way several times, but not knowing who was in his ass was troubling for him. poor fido….. She pulled it out and fido thanked her, as he had been coached.
As the evening progressed and others came and went to play on the equipment, I kept Fido on a short leash. I could tell that he was perfectly happy cuddling my boots. Finally, only Michael and Marc were left. I ordered fido to show them his boot worshiping skills. I had him start at the soles of my boots. Licking them, cleaning them with his mouth and tongue kept us entranced. Watching him on his knees, cleaning my boots, made me wet. Pulling his leash short, I guided his face into my pussy. Wrapping my hand around the back of his head and bringing my leather-clad legs around his shoulders, I pulled his face in tight against my dripping wet pussy. Licking and sucking fido lapped up every drop of my pussy juices. Riding a rolling tide of sensations, I rode his face harder and harder. Michal, seeing that I was close to cumming asked if he could fuck me. Seeing that he was only semi-hard, I pulled fido’s face away from my pussy and I ordered him to open his mouth…. I kissed him long and deep holding his head tightly. I turned his head and whispered, “We’ve only started training, but I want you up suck this cock – DO NOT embarrass me” fido crawled closer to the cock in front of him. I grabbed his head with my leather-covered hand and turned his face. fido could smell the leather and it triggered something deep inside, he wanted to please me in any way he could. “Yes, Mistress,” he said. Stroking Michael’s cock with one hand I pulled fido’s face into Michael’s groin. he gave it a tentative lick at the base and licked then it again. fido could feel my hands in his hair, holding it tight, I pulled his mouth to the tip of the cock. he licked the tip, it started to grow. Knowing that I was proud that he had gotten a response, fido licked again, it stirred… I held the hardening cock in one hand and guided it to his mouth. fido knew that this WAS going to happen, he opened his mouth widely to take the thickening cock inside…. I knew that fido was humiliated sucking cock, but I also knew that his need to please me was greater. Keeping my hand on the back of fido’s head, I forced Michael’s cock deeper. As Michael’s cock just got thicker and harder, fido knew better than to dare displease me in front of my guests… so he took it. “fido, you’re such a good boy; you’ve made that big thick cock hard for me!” I exclaimed. fido knew that what he was doing was going to make Michael’s cock ready for me to stuff in my pussy. It made him very, very happy to suck Michael’s cock harder and deeper even to the point of gagging. I pulled fido off Michael’s cock; spread my legs, and felt the results of fido’s hard work sink deep in my pussy. I pulled fido to me and kissed him passionately. I told fido to lay his head next to mine, ass up, so he could feel how hard are real man’s cock could thrust into my pussy. he, of course, did. After watching Marc stroke his cock, I let him know that as a bonus for fido making Michael’s cock hard, he could have fido’s ass if he wanted. As Marc sank his cock into fido, I told him to spread his ass open so Marc could go deeper. fido moaned, knowing he couldn’t escape…. it felt…. full… tight… stretched. Besides seeing the shame and helplessness in his eyes, I knew that this was a first for fido. I kissed him & stroked his chest as he felt me getting fucked by Michael. fido knew I was closer to cumming from his being ass-fucked; it helped ease the tightness. he was also happier knowing that this was what I wanted him to do. I was well pleased with my dog. His obedience to my wishes gave him my favor. I came hard screaming and grinding my pussy against Michael’s thick beautiful cock. I looked at my dog; he was pitiful; feeling that hard cock thrusting in and out of his ass, knowing that I could stop it and chose not to. fido whimpered and bucked as Marc pulled back, grabbed his hips, and unloaded streams of hot cum in his ass. Marc gasped heavily and collapsed on fido’s back. Marc’s orgasm triggered Michael’s. Pounding my pussy, brutally thrusting, Michael orgasmed; shooting deep inside me. When Michael’s breathing calmed, I looked at my dog and let him know that, once again, it was time for him to clean my pussy. I knew this was something that had never happened with my dog, but I also knew that he was going to do it. It was his job, as my dog, to do as I wished. And I wished for him to clean my pussy. I pulled him closer with his leash. I told Marc and Michael, “look, what a good dog I have! He’s going to clean the cum of a real man out of me, as a good dog should.” fido crawled to my pussy, pushed his face in and started to lap up our comingled cum. Nuzzling and slurping he licked my pussy. All that attention made me start squirming again. I grabbed fido by the hair and ground my pussy against his face. Wrapping my booted legs around his neck, I came again; smearing pussy juice all over his face and down his chest. Breathing heavily I pulled fido down and he fell in a happy heap on my boots.
Hello everyone, in an attempt to get a worthwhile rant going, I’m curious…… Does anyone actually enjoy dishing out a corporal punishment???? I know I long for/need and love being handled in this manner….just curious
I’m curious why you’d call this punishment. If it’s something you long for, I’d call it to play – which is great. Punishment would have to be something else, like being ignored while she spends time with someone else or does other things. Now that’s painful. or having my nipples caned or flicked with a carbon fiber rod, or, or…the list is pretty long. As long as I find I don’t long for it again afterward 😉
I know many submissives and slaves who feel similarly. It isn’t necessarily the discipline they ‘enjoy’ but the fact that they have a dominant who cares enough to administer it. I expect in some cosmic way, many dominants get the same type of ‘enjoyment’ knowing they have a submissive or slave willing to accept the discipline to learn to adhere to that dominant’s wants and needs.
well, I would think it depends on why it is being handed out..
is it for ‘punishment’ or my fav ‘funishment’ 😉
I have known several Dommes that don’t like to dish out punishment as it means the sub/slave did something wrong…. however funishment mmmmm that is fun for everyone involved I know I hate receiving punishment but PLEASE bring on the funishment
I dish out pain, but it’s played, not punishment, and I enjoy it immensely. I dish out discipline, but it’s a matter of training and oversight so things are done as I wish. I dish out punishment on rare occasions, but it doesn’t include the things I use for pain play. It’s designed to correct a problem and will depend on what the problem is, and has nothing to do with enjoyment on either side other than the deep enjoyment both of us receive from having a D/s relationship.
Not me, I want someone who is self-disciplined. In my experience, when someone has failed me in some way, I have confronted it verbally and not with corporal punishment. I tend to take a step back. Part of this is for myself, so that I have a chance to cool off, and part is because I do believe there has to be a consequence. When I talk to the person I let them know what happened and why I want it to change.
In my opinion, I cannot punish someone into submission. If someone is willing to submit to me, he will change, if not, he won’t. That is an indicator that the D/s dynamic is not a fit.
CP means different things to me depending upon the context. I don’t really enjoy dishing out real punishment to my sub but as he is not a CP masochist and absolutely hates the cane and fears it terribly, it works well as a short sharp punishment to address any errors in his behaviour without recourse to what would be in our relationship potentially harmful emotional style punishments. Nothing he has ever done or would ever do deserves emotional hurt on his part but a bit of physical pain works well to remind him to keep himself obedient and submissive. His inner self does need me to punish him when he makes mistakes and he feels closer to me afterwards as he knows I have done what is right and necessary to keep our D/s dynamic intact.
I do enjoy using CP when it is just for my fun. paul still finds it hard to deal with when the pain level gets harder but he is never caned when I am having fun and I enjoy building up the pain slowly so he has a chance to get nicely spacey and able to take the pain more easily. I love to see him helpless, hurting, maybe crying but always being brave and good for me. That gives me a huge power thrill and he feels wonderful to submit to me in ways he would not choose just to please and serve me.
The difference between a caning as punishment and all other implements as fun CP is easy to maintain and I never feel confused about what is being done and for what reason.
I personally love dishing out corporal punishment, I suppose it is because I am sadistic though. My favorite sessions are the ones where I get to get out some of my aggression. Of course, subs long for it. Why do you think that they are always doing things they have been told not to. Subs want the punishment. Its really not play if the sub does absolutely everything they have been told and never slip up. Because then the domme ends up comming up with excuses to beat her slave. That might just be me though. I love it when a sub talks back to me and plays games. Because acting out is there way of asking for you to torture them. So, of course, you long for punishment, and of course, dommes (at least I do) long to punish.
I think there has to be a difference between punishment and corporal play, otherwise there is no lesson. Punishment HURTS, its meant to HURT with no pleasure involved, hence learning the lesson. No warm-up, no cool down-no aftercare. If it feels too good, the slave is doomed to repeat the infraction over and over just to get that kind of attention (I for one, have no patience for SAMs). The purpose for punishment is training and, well-to punish.
I think the OP means the corporal type: getting into it, really laying it on thick-am I close? I feel that this type of play can push a sub’s physical limits, where punishment can go over the limits to drive home a point (no pun).
In our relationship… anything “corporal” is playing. I do love giving a harsh spanking, caning, whipping, etc.. We both enjoy it, and at times my girl will come to me and tell me that she thinks she “needs” a spanking. She sometimes get so much stress and anxiety built up, and a good old fashion spanking will help to release all that pent up energy, and put her back in a more submissive and calm mood.
PUNISHMENT, on the other hand, is almost NEVER corporal. My girl is very compliant, and simply knowing I’m disappointed in her is enough to change a behavior. Sometimes putting her down on the floor with my foot on her neck to hold her in place helps her to understand the gravity of her actions.
The long of it is: I enjoy the challenge of a masochist who can take it. Whether it be a good old fashioned spaking or caning, to a good flogging, if it gets My heart rate up I know it can get the receiver going. I put on the heavy beat music (CDs I made just for the occasion with intense steady rythms), get a nice warm up going, then let loose as much as he or she can take. Sometimes I get so into the topspace I forget there is a person on the other end but that doesn’t last long, as I am also pretty in tune with the submissive. Just enough to push, but not cause any harm. And then there is the luscious after care…I love the physicality of it all.
But I should mention that this kind of thing is done only with people I know well-whom I either have played with before, trained or who have seen play. Getting heavy on someone I have never met doesn’t do anything for Me (no connection) and I have learned never trust anyone who says “Let loose Mistress, I can take it” because believe Me, what they think they can take and what they CAN is another story. And I HATE getting into it only to find someone safe-ing before I am just as I get My mojo moving. It’s like…being taken TO the orgasm but not allowed to have it. Great for subs, NOT so great for Dominants! GRRRRR!
It makes total sense to me. Obviously you need to know the sub on the other end. My slave has no safe words, but I can tell how much he can take and it varies from day today. I can always turn it from play into punishment by making him endure more than he wanted. The more I turn him on, the more pain he can take, and the more I enjoy it, and yes, it turns me on. Especially seeing the marks on his body afterward and for days. Mistress Zanna
what Mistress does like to discipline. Plays one thing. But discipline is another thing. Her having to discipline means the slave failed somehow. Wich year if there a true slave they be a masochist but the beating is not the same. And subs and slaves just remember your not only hurting your own self. But You have also hurt your Mistress to. Cause She will wonder where did She fail also for you to fail.
It helps me to be understood by those I interact with by calling much of what you describe as “impact play”. Whatever I do for fun is not an activity I use for punishment. If transgressions need correction, ignoring them for a time, sending them hope, scrubbing floors with a toothbrush, etc. are punishments. In severe cases, it might require kneeling on dry rice on the kitchen floor (but that would have to be such a blatant infraction as to border on dismissal – the ultimate punishment).
Your words: “Does anyone actually enjoy dishing out a corporal punishment???? I know I long for/need and love being handled in this manner.” “Corporal punishment”, for you, is an oxymoron, sweetie. If you love it, it is a reward 🙂
I agree with those that don’t see “punishment” as an enjoyable thing. It is what I do when I am not pleased with the actions or inaction of a submissive or slave. Displeasure is not fun to me.
To give a masochist pain is a reward, not a punishment, n’est pas? It is fun or a reward. Why would I reward bad behavior? Also, I don’t give anyone pain out of anger or disappointment, as that can result in abuse, harm and/or damage and that is not a good thing. I don’t want to be with someone who would need negative reinforcement to behave properly.
I am a positive reinforcement sort of Lady 🙂 So, Joey, you would have to be a very good boy for me to give you the ‘corporal punishment’ that you enjoy. Even then, it would be administered, when I felt in that sort of mood. At that time, I would likely enjoy it 🙂
Fortunately, I live in a 24/7 D/s and M/s polyamorous lifestyle relationship with my sub/husband and my slavegirl. My disappointment is sufficient discipline for both of them. They work very hard to avoid letting me down. Just a look on my face can be sufficient make them feel ashamed and guilty. They continue to beat themselves up (emotionally), until I smile again. I would not want to have a sub of slave that would require a lot of discipline. So, again, nope it ain’t my thing.
Is being dominant or submissive a part of our psychological make-up or is it something that can be taught or learned? can a domme be made or is it something she either has within her or she hasn’t?
I think dominance _can_ be taught, having trained several Dommes and Doms myself. What can’t be taught is the _desire_ to dominate.
I’ve always been curious about switches. Is it that they like to have a moment when they feel powerful but are not fully committed to it. I would assume that if you are a true Domme that you would find it impossible to reverse and submit to somebody. I know I’m submissive because I like making women happy. The thought of hurting a woman, even in play is completely alien to me.
One is either-or.
There is no grey area.
One is born submissive or Dominant. It is their natural way of things.
Now, when it comes to being a Domme/Mistress and a slave.
You can’t just say you are. There has to be a very large learning curve.
Too many times we have those that will call themselves Mistress or slave and know very little about what they are talking about.
So, yes the Domme and the slave can be made.
You are what & who you are, when you try to pretend to be something else you will fail. Be yourself & the dominant, switch, or submissive side will show
This goes back to a similar conversation we had in our group re is BDSM a natural thing for you or is it nurtured within you
Some people believe you are born submissive or Dominant, but I don’t believe this as I am very happy to be total submissive with my Mistress in & away from the dungeon so to speak, but I have to be in control & dominant in my business life, so the balance works well for me.
When I was a Manager I could have been wearing a chastity device to please my Mistress under my clothing while at work, yet discipline a staff member if so required to do so or to be ruthless to win a major tender or quote for a particular job.
Some may say that’s hypocritical but I do not think so at all. My BDSM interest has been nurtured within me & continues to grow as I explore this lovely lifestyle over the previous 20 plus years & continuing.
I am a Dominant Woman who occasionally likes to submit to another Dominant person in a sexual manner.. grin.
I think both things are naturally occurring in me.
However, once I realized I was actually dominant,(which came as quite a shock having been TOLD all my life that I must always be submissive to my father/husband/authority/etc…) I still needed to learn HOW to express that Dominance that I naturally felt but had never been able to express. I’m still figuring it out day by day, and having a blast learning, btw!
So I believe yes.. you can be taught how to express and use the dominance that already exists within you. But I’m not sure you could force a submissive person to become dominant if it wasn’t already in them. You might be able to teach them to top, but the heart wouldn’t be in it.
My submissive is an example, no matter how much I would love to have him Top me occasionally, it puts too much of a mental and emotional strain on him to ask him to, so I do not ask him to do so.
I have a friend who got into domination in her early sixties. I gave her the idea, some encouragement, some coaching and some reading material. She’d been vanilla all her adult life, but she really enjoys dominating her husband now. On that basis, I’d say that domination can be taught. On the other hand, my friend remembers that as a little girl she used to fantasize having a boy as a friend, where one of the rules of their friendship would be that she got to toy with his penis as much as she wanted. That kind of makes it hard to say whether she really got the idea from me.
Saying someone is either submissive or dominant is a false dichotomy, much like saying there can only be black or white and not allowing for the many shades of grey in between. Where a person is at any given point in time or in any given relationship is situational. While it may be true that my Master Maddmonk would not enter into a relationship as a slave, it would not be true to say he is dominant in every situation or with everyone he interacts with. A wise person knows that it would be foolish to try to dominate a police officer who has pulled you over, knows when to be a student and not a teacher, when to respect an elder or a mentor, when to submit to the orders of an employer, etc.
I personally use the designation of switch when describing my BDSM role to others. I live much of my life in dominant roles. In my work as I manage projects, in my service to the community organizing events, in many of my relationships with others, I take a dominant role. I am a natural leader, willing to make tough decisions, I usually know what I want and how to get it, and I definitely know how to say no when I need to. I believe that I am a powerful human being. So why do I use switch, because I have also willingly given Maddmonk the authority to use my power. I follow him and abide by his decisions and the direction he chooses. I offer the sadist in him my suffering. I do not give this to anyone else. I live as his slave. There may be other masters and/or dominants who I would defer to out of respect and admiration, but only Maddmonk can exercise control of my personal power.
Have I learned to be a dominant woman? Perhaps at the basest sense no, it was not learned. What I would say is more true for me is that I have been “unlearning” the negative messages and social roles that were a part of my childhood. I have been unlearning the thoughts that resulted from early judgments of others in my life. This unlearning is allowing me to grow as human being and reach for what fulfills me.
At this moment in time, when it comes to the lifestyle, if I could convert the shorthand of the term “switch” to all the roles I follow and am capable of following in this lifestyle it would include; dominant, submissive, mistress, slave, and sadist. The only one not on my list being a masochist, I do not suffer pain for the sake of pain; I only suffer for the sake of my submission and surrender.
I think there are grey areas all over the place.
The acts of dominance can be learned whether or not one has a desire to dominate.
Whether one has an interest in BDSM or not falls along a spectrum. Some people must have it. Some people won’t touch it. And there are spots in between where people can take it or leave it based on who their partner is. It is for this reason some people in BDSM did not seek it out on their own and latched on to it when introduced to it by a lover.
Similarly, I see an interest in dominance or submission to fall along a spectrum. Some fall near the dominant end, some near the submissive end, and some in between the two. I credit Jack Rinella for adding to my perspective that where one falls on this spectrum is a function of who the other person is. One might feel submissive towards person A and dominant towards person B. Of course, some switches can go back and forth between the roles with the same partner.
Well, let’s see. There is Dominance in a vanilla life and there are always submissive personalities whereever we go. So this discussion revolves around BDSM so I will stick to that thread. I am one of those blessed people who grew up in the lifestyle as a submissive woman to a very powerful Dominant male. My personal life, was one of a Dominant nature. I was outspoken, a leader, in my work life as many of you are/were. But coming from a point of no knowledge 13 years ago to a point of great knowledge today, I have transitioned to my natural role of Dominant. The difference? I believe is knowledge and application of the knowledge with a skillful and acute interest in doing it right. My drive is natural, my education in the lifestyle is for me a pathway to being able to utilize my gifts.
I Was the good little girl, not saying that I didn’t get my share of
punishment though. I lived the ages of twenty til fifty-one as a Mormon. I Was a quiet and shy little thing. I am now an outgoing,fun loving, bratty,switch and loving it. I enjoy being in control in scene and in the bedroom because I feel that I have little or no control over other areas of My life.I learned to be alittle kick ass and to stand up for Myself at age thirty-three. However I started out as a Bottom.I still like to get my ass paddled, enjoyed being flogged, and I LOVE knife play. That’s why I say that I am a switch. Nature, maybe it’s in the genes. My Dom hubby and I have two sons who are kinky, the youngest is curious.My Mom, who is eighty-two, could probably still kick ass if she wanted to.If she were kinky she would be a Domme.Society too much wants to put labels on us, why do we feel the need to do it to each other?
Yes, dominance is definitely something that can be learned, and taught. I think in particular of a woman I got to be friends with when she was just beginning her apprenticeship with a very prominent San Francisco femdomme. She told me that she had always realized that she had power over men who were sexually attracted to her, but had never realized that she could have power which would be manifested so overtly. One of her main tools, in fact, had always been acting very submissively, which made her extremely attractive to most men, and therefore gave her power over them. After finishing her apprenticeship, she went on to become an extremely successful prodomme who specialized in having clients who were very successful financially, and eventually she was able to move to Beverley Hills and work out of a mansion in an expensive part of the city.
A lot of femdommes begin their training by being submissive. Often this is a deliberate strategy, since they have accepted the conventional wisdom that the only way to become a good dominant is to by being submissive first. But in other cases, submission is genuinely what initially attracts them. But then after a few years, they decide that it would make more sense for them to learn to be dominant.
Yes, dominance is definitely something that can be learned, and taught. I think in particular of a woman I got to be friends with when she was just beginning her apprenticeship with a very prominent San Francisco femdomme. She told me that she had always realized that she had power over men who were sexually attracted to her, but had never realized that she could have a form of power which would be manifested so overtly. One of her main tools with men, in fact, had always been acting very submissively, which made her extremely attractive to most men, and therefore gave her power over them.
After finishing her apprenticeship, she went on to become an extremely successful prodomme who specialized in having clients who were very well off financially, and eventually she was able to move to Beverley Hills and work out of a mansion in an expensive part of the city.
On one occasion she told me that I was the one who had taught her to be dominant, during our play together and by the feedback I gave her afterward. But like a lot of things she said, this was clearly a large exaggeration, since she was already quite good when we played for the first time. But I do believe that dominants learn useful things from their submissives, at least on the psychological level.
A lot of femdommes begin their training by being submissive. Often this is a deliberate strategy, since they have accepted the conventional wisdom that the only way to become a good dominant is to by being submissive first. But in other cases, submission is genuinely what initially attracts them. But then after a few years, they decide that it would make more sense for them to learn to be dominant.
For myself, I deeply feel that we are all born to be who we are, regardless if we are slave, submissive, Dominant, gay, straight, bi.. some of us take a little longer to realize what our true calling is, but some of us know it at a very young age. I knew my sexual preference was much more different then anyone else in my peer group, I went out of my way to research why I liked certain thing and why I felt submissive to some. I grew up in Germany during my teen years, when I returned to the states I did more research. I lived in a 24/7 relationship with my first Owner/Trainer and remained with him for almost 4yrs. I have been in the lifestyle for over 20yrs now lol wow how the time flies. My journey now has taken me onto a new path and I am now learning about my Dominant side, and I feel that this is my true calling. Would I still submit to someone, yes there is someone that I truely respect and adore and with her help she is teaching me to be a better Dom.
Hmmm, I never labeled myself dominant in regards to bdsm or intimate relationships. I have two very dear and old friends in the lifestyle that told me I am. I’ve had others meet me and ‘guess’ that I am the D of D/s. I did the submissive thing with a very experienced Master who I didn’t know was bdsm adventurer when I first met him. I also tried the online submissive thing. Those episodes didn’t last long as I was topping from the bottom – and the Master started doing what pleased me. I realized afterward that I was intimately mentally and emotionally dominating online. For the most part, male dominants don’t like me much at all in person. But I do have a good male-dominant friend. However, it seems that
I also attribute preference for intimate adventures to many factors from childhood (adolescence), as that is where sexual development occurs. Sexual prowess and preference also prove a very real reference point for me. Now, I say sexual, but really, I don’t think bdsm has a heck of a lot to do with the act of sex, so much as it is the art of romance and the dance of ‘fetishes’ as it were that bring us out as givers/receivers/controllers or controllers.
I think dominance can be taught, having trained several Dommes and Doms myself. What can’t be taught is the desire to dominate.
I wholeheartedly agree. I also believe in growth. People change after time. I labeled Myself as a Switch at one time. I served under a Master for 20 some years. The later of that I trained under a Female Dominate for 4 years. I was always independent in life and grew to like who I was when I had to step up and do so. It became Me. So in that time frame, I labeled Myself as a Switch because I was still serving a Master as his slave, and searching for one to Own. My Master chose other roads to follow in his life, so we parted ways. I have Owned pj for 6 years now, she is My first. I don’t claim to be perfect nor do I try to come off as such. I have My morals and I stick by them. I know I cannot serve another Master or Mistress, its just not who I have grown to be. I bow to noone, I respect many.
I agree with most that it could be inbred, but I also believe that someone who can start as submissive, say, CAN grow into Domination and the reverse is true as well. So many people change “sides” as they get older so it has to be possible. Isn’t Old Guard about training submissives to eventually become Dominants?
How many people do we know who marry vanilla thinking they can get their husbands or wives to Dominate or submit, only to realize that isn’t going to happen? I have heard the male side where they tried to “teach” their spouses how to top-bought toys especialy anal ones, but the spouse wasn’t interested or more to the point-disgusted. Enter the ProDomme or lifestyle person, one who knows. Most subs don’t have the patience to teach their spouses the art of Domination, as I believe that does take time to learn especially when it comes to the tools of the trade. And many women don’t want to “submit” to males because they believe it demeans them.
So if the question is “can it be learned?” the short answer is, “Only of the student is willing and has an interest”. The spark has to be there: desire, curiousity, willingness to learn, the open mindedness: Lead a horse to water and all that. It’s nice when its in the DNA already, but for most its something that is picked up later in life than sooner.
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I do not believe that dominance can be ‘learned’. I believe, just like sexual orientation, it is what you are. Taking the phrase ‘the desire to dominate’ as meaning ‘dominance’- not ‘domination’: I don’t believe dominance is taught.
Domination, I believe, CAN be learned. It can be taught, conditioned, perfected and doled out with or without desire. I can dominate by whatever power I choose (sex, money, drugs, emotional blackmail, etc), but that doesn’t mean I’m dominant by nature, that just means I’m manipulative. (I don’t do that, btw.)
There was another comment on another thread that ‘dominants are dominants all the time, in and out of the bedroom.’ I took this to mean in every facet of daily life. I don’t agree with this statement. One can be (and often is) a less than dominant person in their various roles and relationships outside of BDSM.
To me, there is no doubt about it: power exchange in BDSM is different than power exchange on a daily living level with all around us.
To me, there is no doubt about it: power exchange in BDSM
is different than power exchange on a daily living level with
all around us.
I agree that there is no doubt about it. I think that confusing erotic dominance and submission with dominance or submission in everyday life is one of the biggest errors in DS discussions.
Over and over again, the same things happen to me. I meet a woman at a munch or whatever and am blown away by her enormous dominant energy. So I talk to her or ask a friend about her and am told that she only plays on the submissive side.
Or on the masculine side, there is the cliche of the powerful lawyer or business executive who goes to see prodommes in order to experience submission. Although this is a cliched pop psychology explanation of DS, it is something that does occur a lot.
In ordinary life, what we find takes the form of power struggles. The dominant is the one who has the skills to prevail in these power struggles.
But erotic DS is the opposite. In erotic DS, there is no struggle. A person is submissive because that’s what they want, and usually because they find submission sexually exciting. In many cases, the submissive will help the dominant be more effective, saying things like, for example, “You should punish me more often. You let me get away with too much.”
For me, there are two qualities in a woman that give her “dominant energy.” The first is a capability for natural authority, and the second is a seductiveness. Plus an affectionate (or playful) cruelty. Without seductiveness and affection, the dominance starts to seem like ordinary life domineering and the result is that my own natural dominant side comes out and I refuse to submit. I will say, “I’m sorry, but we have to stop this. It’s just not working for me at all.”
Angel came into the classroom and took her seat as Ms. Strictness sat at her desk reading a book. The teacher briefly looked up over the pages she had been reading and then rose, straightening her short pinstriped skirt as she pushed back her chair. She took her time looking about the room as the student’s busy murmur slowly became silent and they settled in.
She walked slowly but directly towards Angel, her heels echoing in the still room as she came to a stop beside her desk. Lightly resting her delicate fingers on the three-ring notebook that lay open there, Ms. Strictness spoke, “Today you are going to write for me. You will compile two paragraphs of the reasons why you want to be in my class.” She looked pointedly at the girl as she finished her instructions.
Looking up at her teacher, and along with the rest of the class, Angel replied “Yes, Ms. Strictness” and then tried to focus her attention on the paper before her. She picked up her pen and tried to gather her thoughts but had a hard time focusing as she felt the warmth gather between her legs and spread to her face and ears from being so close to the woman. Still standing above Angel, Ms. Strictness’s eyebrow arched slightly as she noticed the hesitation and the red tinting of the girl’s ears.
The teacher walked away slowly, observing the rest of the classroom as her students diligently went to work. She retrieved their final exams from her desk and then walked back around the room placing them on her students’ desks as she went.
As she walked the breadth of the room her eyes always ended up back on Angel, the girl who had so much potential but showed such lack of effort this year. The girl’s shoulder-length raven black hair was swept into two low ponytails that framed the sides of her pretty neck as her head was lowered over her paper. And the teacher’s eyes moved down the girl’s figure to the patch of bare skin showing between her white lace top stockings and the girl’s uniform skirt that had apparently been altered. It was obviously shorter than the regulation length and purely a motive to get more attention.
Ms. Strictness had noticed several things by observing the girl over the past three semesters and she was clearly in need of strict discipline and focus. The girl had a pleasant demeanor and all of the teachers liked her, but Ms. Strictness knew that she received most of her good grades by her charm and being cute. She put on a good show of being a “good girl” for most anyone of authority, however; she noticed the girl did anything that she could to get away with things that didn’t put her in the same category of the bad kids.
Since she was a senior this year, most of her teachers were giving her a free ride since she had been an exceptional student in the past and they had more pressing matters to focus on with the students who really needed their attention. They viewed her as not a “real” problem student. All of the teachers except for her…
She eventually made her way back to Angel’s desk at the front of the class and was about to place the girl’s graded exam on her desktop when she noticed the girl hadn’t even finished one paragraph in the 30 minutes she had been sitting there and was apparently having a hard time writing more. She looked at the clock on the wall and then leaned down over Angel’s shoulder and spoke quietly in the girl’s ear, “When the bell rings, don’t get up. You will be staying after class again today.” and Angel stopped writing in mid-sentence.
The girl slowly looked up into her teacher’s eyes and nervousness spread throughout her body as she softly replied back, “Yes, Ms. Strictness.” as her body slightly slumped down in her chair and she knew by her tone that this was not going to be good. The bell rang loudly bringing her out of her thoughts and she jumped, startled by the unexpected sound. Ms. Strictness’s voice rose as she spoke over the bell and asked the students to put their papers on her desk, keeping her place beside the girl who still sat at her desk as everyone else left the room and did as they were told.
The room became still again and after a few moments Ms. Strictness’s voice broke the silence almost as harshly as the bell had and she spoke again. “Angel, do you know why you did this assignment for me today?” The girl didn’t reply right away and Ms. Strictness circled behind her desk, the sound of her heels on the concrete floor was deafening to Angel, making the girl shrink down even further. She felt like prey being circled by a vulture. Finally she was able to voice a reply, and a very soft “No Ma’am.” escaped her lips.
Ms. Strictness spoke again, “You were given this assignment because I would like to know why “you” specifically wanted to be in my class.” “You have shown no effort with your homework when you do turn it in, and your classwork shows even less.” Ms. Strictness placed Angel’s final exam on her desk in front of her, a huge red F was the only thing visible to her standing out from the whiteness of the paper. “Just how do you expect to pass my class without trying?”
Ms. Strictness continued, “I took the liberty of calling your parents and informing them of your exam grade. They are, as you can imagine less than happy with your performance in my class.” She paused and then said, “They seemed a bit confused why you are having so much trouble in my class when you are passing the rest of your classes.” Ms. Strictness walked around to the front of Angel’s desk and leaned forward placing her hands on either side looking the girl dead in the eye. “But you see I am not confused at all. I know why you are not passing my class and told them of you not doing the work or making the efforts needed to do so.”
Ms. Strictness stood back to her full height in front of the girl then turned and slowly walked over to the classroom door and shut it carefully, her hand turning the lock as she did so. She turned back to face Angel and spoke again, “Before our conversation ended, they told me that apparently you were in need of strict discipline. They have given me full authority to do whatever I choose with you that may make a difference to help you graduate.”
Angel swallowed hard and looked at her. She knew that Ms. Strictness was aware of her games and they were not going to get her anywhere with her. She was a stern and unforgiving bitch, who gave no leniency whatsoever to any of her students. All of her classmates were terrified of Ms. Strictness and so was she in a way but for some reason, she couldn’t help but fantasize about her. She had masturbated many times to the images of her in her head. Angel took her teacher in fully with her eyes, the butterflies in her stomach danced as the lump in her throat got bigger. The parts between her legs tingled and became aroused as she wondered why such a beautiful but hard woman got her so excited.
“Angel!” Ms. Strictness’s voice and the sound of a yardstick hitting the desk broke through her haze like a shotgun blast. The girl jumped again in her chair and her eyes widened as a small gasp was expelled from her lips. Ms. Strictness stood inches before her with a yardstick in hand, and she hadn’t even noticed. Her deep mahogany curls were twisted up and held tightly in place by ebony hair sticks. The teacher’s perfectly made-up eyes and now arched eyebrow framed by her black glasses showed unyielding scrutiny and distaste for the girl’s daydreaming.
The teacher’s voice still raised she said, “This is one of the reasons why you are failing!” “You have no focus whatsoever!” and she shook her head as she walked over to her own desk. Ms. Strictness sat down in her chair and told the girl to finish her assignment. Laying the yardstick down on her desk she watched as the girl took her exam and placed it in her binder and then gradually picked her pen back up, looking down at the notebook before her. The girl unconsciously bit her bottom lip as she tried to concentrate.
Ms. Strictness picked the book she had been reading back up and scanned the page to find her place where she had left off as Angel continued her work. But her thoughts were not on her reading. The girl was at the forefront of her mind, and what she had planned to do with her. The teacher knew that there was something quite different about this one and needed discipline of another kind to keep her attention and in line. Her eyes swept back up to the girl as she felt eyes on her and saw that Angel had been staring at her again, they met and Angel’s head ducked as she went back to her work.
Angel could not think straight, there was no way she was going to be able to finish this paragraph, her desire to write the real reasons why she wanted to be in Ms. Strictness’s class were not only screaming from her head but also soaking the panties that covered the hard warm flesh between her legs. The girl inhaled sharply, and the need to look at the beautiful woman once more won out.
The jacket she had been wearing that matched the pinstriped skirt was now draped over the back of her chair and the sheer black gauzy tailored blouse was uncovered revealing the woman’s black bra underneath, it was veiled through the material of her blouse but obviously expensive lingerie, and very feminine from the detail she could make out. The long strand of pearls that surrounded her neck and then draped down to her stomach was pressed together between her full breasts and disappeared behind the teacher’s crossed legs.
Angel continued to drink in every detail of her teacher, the ache growing even more. She saw that Ms. Strictness’s skirt had ridden up just enough to show a hint of a garter attached to the top of her black thigh high stockings and the girl wondered what type of panties the woman was wearing beneath her skirt. Lost in thought once again, she hadn’t noticed the teacher putting down her book and watching her as she did so. Angel’s nipples grew hard under her shirt and her eyes swept back up to the teacher’s face who was staring back at her. She felt her face flush, then she felt faint, she had been caught and the teacher’s eyes bore straight into her soul.
Ms. Strictness rose from her desk picking up her book in hand while still holding the girl’s eyes and walked towards her, she slid her rounded bottom onto the side of the girl’s desktop and crossed her legs looking down at the girl’s paper. “Angel, you have only written 4 words since the last time I looked at your assignment and it has now been an hour since school ended.” “It is apparent to me that your attention has been on something else.”
“Now I am going to give you something that may better keep your attention.” “I want you to read this.” and she placed the book she had been reading on top of Angel’s paper. She placed her finger at the beginning of a paragraph, “Start here,” and then trailed her finger down the page to the end of a sentence of another paragraph, “and end here.” Her perfume filled Angel’s nostrils and with her already feeling faint it made her even dizzier to be so close to her once again. Her eyes glimpsing over to the teacher’s ass that graced her desk and then to the book and instructions the teacher had pointed out.
“You may read silently.” Ms. Strictness said and she watched Angel as she read, the girl’s mouth slowly gaping open and then looking up at her teacher after she had read a couple of sentences. Ms. Strictness looked at her and arched her eyebrow and said, “Go on finish reading.” “Riveting isn’t it?” Angel finished reading what she was instructed to and her ears glowed brightly red along with her cheeks, her green eyes bashfully looking up at her teacher to let her know she was done and then quickly averted her eyes to her desk.
Ms. Strictness asked, “So girl, what do you think about that?” and Angel quietly replied, “It’s a very dirty book, Ma’am.” A small knowing smile played on the teacher’s lips and she responded, “But it kept your attention, didn’t it?” “Are you going to tell me that you didn’t like reading it?” Angel put her head down further and couldn’t bring herself to look at her with the images of the bound girl in the lines she had just read playing through in her head over and over again. Ms. Strictness’s voice slid down her spine as she mocked the girl’s reaction, “My little Angel, so sweet and innocent as she plays to the crowd…but I know better.” “You’re not as innocent as you let on, are you?”
“Well my dear, now you are going to learn how to focus and pay attention in a way I can get through to you.” And Ms. Strictness leaned over closer to the girl, her shirt slightly opening as she did so revealing the deep cleavage of her breasts. She reached out and lightly moved a wisp of bang out of the girl’s eyes with her deep red nail. Ms. Strictness’s voice was cold and hard as she slipped off the desk and stood before her and commanded her. “Stand up girl.
Angel’s eyes grew wide and the butterflies in her stomach went crazy, she couldn’t move or look at the woman standing over her. Another sharp command rang in the girl’s ears, “You either stand up on your own or I will do it for you.” And the girl slowly stood, her knees shaking beneath her. Ms. Strictness grabbed the girl by the arm and swiftly moved her across the room to her own desk and pulled out her chair. It had a tall back and no arms and accommodated movement from either side.
Ms. Strictness sat down in the chair and left the girl standing before her as she spoke to her again. “Now, I remind you that your parents have given me the complete authority to do what I choose to help you pass this class.” “You have received your first lesson in focus, and now you will receive your second.” “Lean over my lap girl.” Angel looked at the teacher still terrified but somewhat confused as if she hadn’t heard her right. Her panties were wet and she didn’t understand why.
“Lean over my lap now!” The girl immediately but carefully stepped forward and leaned across the woman’s lap, trying to stabilize herself without falling, her fingers and feet resting on the floor below her. Ms. Strictness rested her hand on the small of the girl’s back feeling the heat rising off of her through her shirt and said, “I bet it has been a very long time since you have received a well-earned spanking hasn’t it girl?” “Or could it be that the spoiled little princess has never been spanked?” The girl trembled on her lap and tears welled up in her eyes as she replied, “Yes, Ma’am.” Ms. Strictness spoke sharply, “Yes Ma’am what girl? It has been a long time or you have never been spanked?” “Speak clearly and be specific!”
Tears trailed down the girl’s face and she said, “It has been a very long time Ma’am.” Ms. Strictness’s eyes swept over the girls round bottom in front of her and a smile spread across her face as she pulled the girl’s skirt up and over her back revealing the white panties beneath it. She said, “Well then I suppose you are quite overdue for one then aren’t you?” “Perhaps you will remember what it is to be humbled and made to pay attention girl.”
The girl could feel the teacher’s hand brush against her when her skirt was pulled up and then the cold air of the room flow over her skin. She felt exposed and vulnerable in a way she had never felt before and the reality of what was happening to her was like a sudden and sharp slap. She felt so very small and fragile and the thought of the pain coming was nearly bringing her to a sob already without the teacher having done anything.
Ms. Strictness picked up the yardstick from the top of her desk and gave her one hard stroke across her ass, the girl crying out under the force, her sobs now coming from the actual pain inflicted. She moved to get away from the sting, but Ms. Strictness’s arm pressed down into her back and her hand held her waist tightly against her.
Another hard blow was unleashed and Ms. Strictness’s voice mingled with the slap of wood against the flesh, “Now you are focused aren’t you.” The girl yelped again and then another stroke was given. “Now you are getting the discipline you need.” “You simply want to be put in your place.” Ms. Strictness continued to talk as she gave five more rapid strokes. The girl’s bottom became pink from the blows and straight lines from the shape of the wooden yardstick blossomed in front of the teacher’s eyes. The girl shuddered with sobs but never once did she ask the teacher to stop.
Another rapid succession of strokes and the teacher could see and feel the wetness from the girl’s panties soaking through to her own skirt. She said, “My, my, what is this? Your body is betraying you little one, giving away all your secrets.” And the teacher released her grip on the girl, placing the yardstick back on the desk. Her hand went back to girl’s ass displayed upon her lap and she let her fingernails trace over the swollen red stripes there and then stopped. She spoke to the girl again, “Get down on your hands and knees.”
The girl was still sobbing on her lap, but it wasn’t the pain that made her sob. She was embarrassed by what the teacher had said, her body revealing and reacting to the things that were happening to her. She knew if she didn’t do what her teacher had commanded that she would make her and she slowly removed her body from the teacher’s lap, sliding onto the floor in front of her. Her vision was blurry from the tears and she could feel streams of snot clinging to her nose and mouth and then dripping from her face onto the floor beneath her. She heard the teacher open a desk drawer as she waited for more fierce punishment to be inflicted upon her and instead she heard the sound of chain tinkling.
The teacher’s hand reached down and surrounded the girl’s chin pulling the girl’s head up straight and she saw a flash of black leather and chain as she placed it around the girl’s neck. The teacher pushed her head back down as it was locked into place. The girl saw a length of chain and leather cuffs nestled on the floor beneath her flowing down from the collar that was now on her neck. The teacher leaned over pressing her breast into the girls back as she took one of the cuffs and then the other and locked them into place on the girl’s wrists swiftly and without pause.
Then she felt the teacher’s hand move between her legs brushing her thighs as her ankles were given the same treatment. The girl’s constant sobs had become brief and infrequent and she tried to process what was going on. She felt reduced, like an animal on her hands and knees. Even lower than that, but there was a strange peace and sense of clarity that filled her, a calm she had never felt. Like she was finally where she wanted and needed to be. The images in the book she had read earlier drifted through her head and she realized at this moment she was that bound and helpless girl.
Ms. Strictness stood up and stepped in front of her, the girl’s eyes resting on the toes of the teacher’s stiletto heels. She saw the teacher’s delicate hand reach down and grab hold of the chain attached to her neck and felt her pull up on the chain. “Stand up girl.” She looked up at the teacher her face red and swollen, the tears and snot dried on her face and complied with her command. She was a little off balance and felt awkward trying not to get twisted up in the chain that led from her neck to her wrists and then down to her ankles but managed to do so without falling over.
Ms. Strictness pulled her by her neck and walked her a few steps to the desk making her face the classroom with her thighs against the desk and stepped in close behind her pressing her own body into the girl’s. She felt the edge of the desk bite into her thighs. Ms. Strictness’s put her head close to the girl’s as she whispered into the girl’s ear, “This, my dear is how you are going to pass my class.” “You are going to serve me in any way I choose, and you will be taught the things you need to know by doing so.” “And if you choose not to or decide that you need to tell someone, you will not only fail your class but you will not graduate.” “As a matter of fact, no one will believe you anyway, and you will be kicked out of school.” “Is that understood?”
The girl shrunk under the teacher’s voice close to her ear, and a small trembling voice replied, “Yes Ma’am.” The teacher went on, “I have seen the way you look at the other girls when they are near you.” “I have also noticed that you blow all the boys off who think you’re hot and vie for your attention.” “Why is that?” “Your mother mentioned that you have never had a serious boyfriend in our discussion.” “Do you have a secret little girl?” “Are you a lesbian, do you only like girls?”
Angel shrunk again and the teacher pulled her head back against her. “Answer me girl!” The girl answered and started quietly sobbing again, “I didn’t want anyone to know. They would make fun of me.” The teacher continued with her interrogation. “I have also noticed the way you look at me girl. I have seen you looking down my shirt and stealing glimpses whenever you can.” “Poor little Angel, just imagine what all of your classmates would do to you if they found out.”
“You’re not only a dirty girl but a lesbian as well.” The teacher’s foot stepped in between the girl’s ankles and widened her stance against the desk, splitting her legs open as far as the restraints would allow. She pressed her groin into the girl’s ass and then she forced the girl’s upper body down onto the desk. The girl’s arms and hands were trapped under her chest and the teacher leaned forward resting her own body on top of the girl.
The teacher continued to whisper in the girl’s ear beneath her, “So many secrets tsk, tsk.”“You know if they were to find out I can just imagine what may happen.” “We hear of incidents around the world all the time of people who are ostracized by their peers.” “People who are abused verbally and physically, raped and tortured when they find out their secrets.” “However, I seem to think that the idea of your classmates doing so may not have the same effect.”
“Perhaps restraining you so you can’t get away, the girls and boys taking their turn using you, laughing at you, and abusing you for what you really are.” “You secretly would enjoy it wouldn’t you?” Angel’s eyes were half closed, the need between her legs was so urgent she couldn’t stand it and she knew the teacher was right. A quiet “Yes Ma’am” resounded from her lips without thought.
The teacher stepped back and pulled the girl up straight again, turned her around so she was facing her, her hand going to the top of the girl’s skirt and then undoing the buttons at the girl’s waist. Angel’s skirt slipped down to her thighs as it was released, revealing her panties and her flat mid-drift. Ms. Strictness grabbed a black permanent marker from her desk and took the top off with her teeth as she stared in Angel’s eyes. “So Angel you are going to reveal your secrets.” “You are going to wear them and every time you see them they will remind you of what you really are.”
Ms. Strictness spoke again, “Let’s start with Lesbian, as you have already confessed.” The teacher wrote the word across the middle of the girl’s stomach with the marker. “Hmm, let’s see, we know you are dirty.” And the word was also written beside the first one. “Let’s dig a little deeper shall we.” “All of the things you feel that make you react like the wet little girl you are right now.” “Filthy, worthless, useless, nasty… does that sound about right?”
The girl moaned slightly in reaction to hearing the words her teacher voiced and again, an instant thoughtless reply of “Yes, Ma’am” escaped. The teacher continued to spit words at her and watched the response the girl’s body made to them, “Whore, tramp, hole.” The girl’s midsection was covered in black writing boldly standing out against the white of her skin. “You are all of these words girl, and acceptance will free you of your fears.” “You will face them.” “You will embrace them, and who you really are.”
The girl was lost in the teacher’s words, and never felt freer than she had at that moment. The teacher threw the pen down on the desk and forced the girl to turn around again spreading her legs. Her hand went between them to the soft fabric of her wet panties and grabbed hold of them ripping them from her body.
The girl’s last secret was revealed. There between the girl’s legs where it had been tightly and neatly tucked away was the secret she had been trying the hardest to hide. And the girl tried to pull away but the teacher kept her still. The girl was not a biological girl but a gurl, a boy who so desperately wanted and felt like she was a real girl. The gurl’s hard cock sprang free and to the place where it normally would have been and Ms. Strictness reached around and grabbed hold of it in her hand.
“My sweet Angel, I have known who and what you really are for a long time now.” “There will be no more secrets you need to hide.” The teacher stroked the gurl’s cock pulling her against her and she brought the gurl to release, her cum streaming across the desk and she collapsed in her arms in deep guttural sobs. The teacher held her tightly to her and let the gurl cry. Her voice now soft and comforting she spoke to Angel, “You are now mine and areas you should be, free.”
I let dear daddy clean up a little before heading to the kitchen to make sure everything was just right. The cake, dinner, etc. had better be perfect or there would be hell to pay.
To me, his loving stepdaughter.
“Yeah, Claire, I think this weekend will be a LOT of fun…” My voice trailed off to my bff Claire. She wasn’t as cute as I was but she was smart and helped me pass a lot of my tests in High School. She always used to say she had a crush on my stepdad, partly to creep me out and partly because she probably DOES have a crush on dear old dad. Well, this weekend would be an… interesting one for her, to say the least.
My smiles were coming in droves now as I thought of the bright future that lay ahead for me.
My stepdad… not so much.
“So yeah, Claire, get your older brother to buy the booze and come over Saturday night. We are gonna have too much fun. My parents? HA! Let me worry about them, Claire. Trust me, this is going to be the best Saturday ever!”
Well, for Claire and I. Again, for my stepdad? Not really.
“Anyway, Mom is gonna be home soon and I have to get ready for dinner. I will talk to you Friday night or Saturday, okay?” Claire was laughing as she knew I always kinda got my way around the house, for the most part, and sleepovers and parties were always a blast. If she only knew how much MORE fun they were going to be from now on!
All-day had been a brutal tease fest for my loving stepfather but tonight had to be extra special. And I had to keep Mom from finding out about daddy’s new… role in my life. Well, for a little while longer, anyway. Eventually, she would find out, of course, and that would work for me, too. If daddy knew THAT, he might be less inclined to… play along, but he DIDN’T.
Again, not YET, anyway.
“Oh DADDY!” My sing-song voice had the happy tone of a little teenager ready to play. Which was exactly what I was, just not in a NICE way.
“Yuh… yes Miss Jane?” Scared.
I pouted. Mostly genuine, but a little evil as well.
“Oh, now daddy you don’t sound happy to hear your loving little girl come looking for dear ol’ daddy?”
“I am sorry, Miss Jane, it’s… it isn’t that at all!” Desperation.
My tone was only slightly cheery at this.
“Whatever. Now daddy, let’s take a look at what you’ve done in the kitchen…”
I let his fear build, and his anticipation grow. I always was a little bit of a tease but that was before I was faced with this new, ultimate, power, over someone.
It was getting to my head and leading me to dark places.
Lovely, wonderful, dark places.
Well, lovely and wonderful for ME, that is.
“Counter looks good… dishes dried and put away… utensils cleaned and in their drawers… good so far…” I took the tone my mother might use with the next word.
“Oh, yes…” He was frozen and hurt.
“…thank you, Miss Jane.”
“Yes, yes… so very grateful and polite, aren’t you…. dear.” That tone again.
The familiarity was paralyzing to him.
“I am, Miss Jane.”
His formality and submissiveness were intoxicating and served to drive me harder.
Or, more precisely, served to drive me to drive HIM harder.
“I bet you are getting all fucking hard and wet again, aren’t you bitch?”
“…yes, Miss Jane, thank you.”
The shame was thick.
“Disgusting. Well, keep that shit under control. We can’t have mom smelling you cumming in your pants, can we? I mean, I have already graciously allowed you to change your pants a couple of times today and I think you are simply trying my patience…”
“Oh, Miss Jane, please, I only meant…”
“Of course, daddy. You taught me to always show respect. In this case, you are demonstrating an appropriate amount of respect for the one who literally has your ass.
“And HAD your ass, you faggot.”
“Yuh… yes, Miss.”
I was getting worked up again. This was simply too much for me to take and I kept letting my control for him get me hot and bothered.
“Fucking little bitch. You are pathetic and weak, driven by some perverse desire to submit and beg…and be spineless. What kind of man are you?”
A leading question. And one he couldn’t answer without angering me.
“I, that is, Miss Jane, I am…”
SLAP!! I had grown so comfortable slapping dear daddy in his fat fucking face.
“I am…not a man, Miss Jane.”
“That is correct! You are nothing more than a bitch. My pet. You serve at my pleasure and that’s IT. Not for yourself, not in a way that any self-respecting PERSON would.”
“….thank you, Miss.”
“Exactly right. In fact, if no PERSON would, then you must be…??”
Another leading question intended to sew the seeds of his perpetual degradation.
“Not a person. An animal, maybe…”
“Maybe. But no, not a person. Maybe some kind of animal, would you like that, daddy?”
My continued use of the loving word ‘daddy’, and said with the sweet tone I used, seemed to brutalize my stepfather as much as any knife of punch to the gut.
“I…. if it pleases you, Miss Jane.”
I mocked him. Something ELSE I grew very comfortable with.
“‘If it pleases you…’ Wow.”
“Seriously… you are a piece of work. I remember when I would look up to you…”
I carefully moved towards him, hips swaying, eyes ablaze with lust, and I watched him cower before his tender, 18-year-old stepdaughter.
“You would carry me to bed and read lovely stories to me of happy endings and warm, fuzzy experiences…”
He almost stammered something… a protest, perhaps?
“And I would eagerly wait for the next night to hear more. Well, daddy, I still love our little times together but I have something ELSE to look forward to these days, and can you guess at what that is?”
My sing-song tone was back, again reminding him of a time when he WAS my father, and I WAS his loving little girl.
That seemed so far away right now, for me as much as for him.
“I am not sure Miss Jane… maybe to spend time with me?”
“HA! A good one. And what kind of ‘time’ would that be, daddy?”
“Yes? Where I what, daddy?”
I smiled so wide I thought my face would fall apart.
“Don’t WHAT, dear daddy? Don’t come towards you…like this…” I was so close he could smell me and, like any other man I have ever known, he seemed to get a little light headed as he took in my scent.
“Don’t touch you…” My hand went to his lips again. He had nice lips.
“Don’t do… this?” I stepped forward, leaning into him and pinning him to the kitchen counter.
“Don’t…” And I reached my hand slowly down, locking his eyes.
“…reach into your pants for your little worm?”
My hands were a little cold and the shiver that went through him was practically electric. I roughly grabbed him and squeezed. Hard.
His wince and pain got me hot.
“Your worm seems happy to ‘see’ me, bitch. So tell me, daddy… what would you like your loving daughter to do next?”
He would lose. His pain would be legendary.
He had no fucking chance against me.
“I… don’t, Miss Jane…”
“DON’T?? Did you say DON’T to me?”
His eyes went wide as if he was staring at an oncoming train.
“No, I didn’t mean….!”
Too late. My grip was iron and he fell to his knees swifter than a bolt of lightning strikes the earth. I leaned down, cleavage in his face, and did not lose my crushing grip on him for a millisecond.
“Please, I adore you Miss Jane and I meant no disrespect… I obey, you know I obey now, Miss…”
“Obey. Spineless fuck. Of course, you do. Tell me something I DON’T know…”
He was tearing up again. The emotional agony must have been fantastic.
And it was fantastically arousing for me to inflict on my former-father.
“I am so very sorry, Miss Jane… I will do anything, that is…”
“Yes, yes… anything at all. This is a given at this point. You, dear daddy, are a broken toy for me to use and abuse. I love it, this…”
Twisting again, his cry of pain was ear-splitting.
“Thuu…. thank you, Miss Jane.”
“For what, daddy?”
“For hurting me like this, Miss Jane.”
“For even touching my useless excuse for a cock, Miss Jane. I do not deserve…”
“No, you don’t. And yes, even touching it makes me feel… soiled. You are leaking and I think I have some of your repulsive slime on my lovely little fingers…”
I withdrew my hand from his pants and the look of loss on his face was painful. Wonderfully painful.
“…see? Look at your slime!”
I shoved my pre-cum coated fingers into his face, smearing his cheeks before shoving my fingers into his mouth. I shoved them the same way I would violate his ass and face later with my strap on cock.
Another smile played on my lovely face, and I felt radiant.
“Yes….I am sorry Miss Jane…”
“I know you are, sweets. Now show me HOW sorry….”
I didn’t have to ask twice. His tender lips gently moved over my fingers and licked off his own fluids.
“Jesus… eager little fuck, aren’t you? I am not sure if I am more proud of you being so totally broken or disgusted at how much of a total faggot you are?”
I smiled again, triumphant.
“Actually, it’s probably both, huh?”
“Yuh… yes, Miss Jane. Probably both.”
“HA!! Thought so… I wonder if mom knows you are hiding in the closet from her?”
His shame was thick and his heated face warmed me in so many ways.
“Please what? Tell her? Do you the favor of letting her know what a fag you are?”
“I, I didn’t mean…”
“Then what, daddy? Tell your little girl what you want.” So nice and sweet.
“I, I would like to keep your mother out of this.”
“This? You mean you taking a cock deep in your ass? Sucking your seed from your loving daughter’s fingers? I am afraid you will have to be more specific, daddy.”
“Please don’t tell your mother about any of this, please.” He was on the verge of tears. Again.
“Well, frankly I don’t see what is in it for me. You always were so strong…”
I teased his nipple through his shirt.
“…so stern at times…”
Pinching the nipple made him squirm.
“…always instilling in me how to set an example…”
Leering down at him cruelly.
“…strive to be honest, and trustworthy.”
“Yes, Miss Jane, I know, it’s just that…I never…”
“Never what? Never saw yourself on your knees like this? I find that hard to believe. No, I think it more likely you never saw yourself kneeling before your own loving stepdaughter.”
“I didn’t, ever, Miss Jane.”
“Tell me, daddy…” A pregnant pause.
“What do you think of your dear daughter now?”
Another no-win question. If he answered truthfully, the shame and debasement would be total.
And if he tried to lie to me, then he would suffer at my hands. Well, suffer worse than he had already, to be more accurate.
“I adore you, Miss Jane.”
“Awww, how sweet! Adore me in that, ‘I love you, daughter of mine’ or…”
My hand went from his nipples to his cheek. His hot, tear-stained cheek.
“…or adore me because I am your goddess.”
“You, are…” He struggled. Poor thing. I almost felt pity for him, but my arousal was stronger.
“My goddess. I adore you, Miss Jane.”
“How very lovely, daddy. Just look at you, kneeling before your own stepdaughter, suffering for her, and you just devoted yourself to me as your goddess.”
For a second I saw a flash of happiness and pride in his eyes, likely at my praise at pleasing me.
Well, that simply wouldn’t do.
“Completely disgusting. You dismiss your vows to your wife, my own biological mother, and declare me your goddess. Much as I appreciate the devotion, the simple fact is that you are a vile worm for degrading yourself like this. Demonstrating to me that you are as spineless as I have said.”
My hand pinched his cheek.
“So cute when you are broken, like this…”
“Repulsive. How could I ever see you as anything but a disgusting pervert?”
“I…please… that is…”
“Yes? Please, dear daddy of mine, tell me how I could think of you in a different light? See you as human again rather than a perverted slave of mine?”
“You… you can’t.”
His erection was raging, threatening to tear through his pants as he knelt before his own daughter.
“Nope. Sure can’t.” I leaned back and prodded his cock with my shoe.
“I mean…look at yourself, bitch.”
He stared down at his tented pants and my shoe casually poking at it.
“Look at that. Hard as a rock because your once-loving daughter is humiliating you about what a repulsive pervert you are. I wonder…”
Another pause. My smile was widening.
“How long have you had these feelings for me, daddy?”
His gaze snapped up from my shoe to my eyes with sheer horror.
“I didn’t, Miss Jane… that is to say…”
“What, you never thought I was cute?” My feigned innocence was paralyzing to him as I continued to play on his weakness.
“It isn’t that, Miss Jane, I… you have always been…”
“What, daddy? I have always been what?”
With tears practically streaming down his hot face he said the words.
“My princess. You have always been my beautiful princess.”
“If you could only see yourself now, daddy. Kneeling before your princess.”
“I am so sorry Miss Jane. You have always meant so much to me…” His shame was total, and I could see he never harbored the kinds of thoughts that were now racing through his muddled mind.
“And now, daddy? How is it different now?”
I wasn’t sure if he would say it…
“You mean everything to me.”
But he did.
I was his world, now in every way.
“That’s a good little bitch for Miss Jane.” I condescendingly patted his head, almost slick with sweat.
“Thu… thank you, Miss Jane.” He seemed to be getting light-headed. Wonderful.
“Yes, yes… my pathetic, loving, daddy, is my slave.”
A simple statement of fact.
“Daddy, I won’t lie to you…” Holding back a smile.
“Yes, Miss Jane?” His eyes pleaded with me.
“…You are going to suffer a lot from now on.”
“Please, Miss Jane…” He wanted to say the word ‘No’ but he knew better.
“Oh, it will be delightful…
“…for me. My loving daddy, kneeling at my heel like the loyal lapdog you have become. You have been reduced to my pet from my father figure. I can’t imagine how disgusted you must be with yourself to give in to these perverse… needs?” I was genuinely asking if he needed this treatment. It seemed obvious, but then, daddy always said it is best to illustrate everything, including the seemingly obvious point!
I felt the need to illustrate the obvious point.
“Answer the fucking question, bitch.”
“I, yes, Miss Jane. I need this.”
“Need what, daddy? What exactly do you need from your loving daughter?” I would never tire of rubbing his perverted face in it.
“I need… for you to treat me as you do, Miss.”
“I gathered as much.” Again flicking my shoe at his tented dick.
“So does mom have any idea?” Something else I would always enjoy bringing up.
“I don’t believe so, Miss Jane.”
“I wonder… what would my lovely mother think of her husband now? Kneeling…
“By her daughter?”
“Please, Miss Jane…”
“Say it, filth.”
“She would be heartbroken.”
“I bet. At the very least. I mean, she fucking shares a bed with you…with that!” Tapping his dick again.
“I know Miss Jane, please…”
I wanted to hurt him again.
“Please what? Say it… tell me what you want from me, daddy?”
“Please don’t tell anyone about this.”
“Don’t? Did you say ‘don’t’ to me, dear daddy?” My tone grew sharp as I was getting angrier.
“I just mean that, please Miss Jane, not mother…”
“‘Not’? I don’t seem to have gotten through to you, bitch!”
“I OWN you, whore!”
“You are a pervert.”
“A repulsive piece of shit almost-pedophile!”
“But Miss, you have been over 18 for…”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I wondered, passingly, if the neighbors could hear me abuse my daddy?
How awesome would THAT be?
“God damn worm. You really are a fucking pathetic piece of shit, you know that?”
He was stunned, his face crimson, and flushed from his heavy breathing. Regardless, he shouldn’t have hesitated to answer. He should know better by now. When he was raising me he always said it is impolite to leave a question hanging without an answer.
Hang this, bitch.
“I asked you a question. You do NOT hesitate when I give you an order or ask you a question, no exceptions, is that clear?”
“Yes, Miss Jane, I am so…”
“Sorry indeed. You will obey me as though I am your fucking goddess. I am your world now. My mother has no say in your life anymore. I rule you, whore.”
He was going to cry. Again.
“Please Miss Jane, I only want…”
“Want what? To please me? Of course, you always have. And now you will please me further by obeying me and allowing me to have fun at your expense.
“You deserve it. You are an animal. Nothing more. Well, maybe even LESS…”
“Yes, Miss Jane. I am…thank you…” He was sobbing and choking back tears.
“So lovely. Cry for me, daddy. Let those tears come down your slapped cheeks even as your cock is rock hard from my abuse. Fucking pervert.”
“Yes, Miss Jane.”
“Now then, once mother gets home she will likely ask about your face. Frankly I don’t give a shit what you tell her unless you even TRY to bring me up. She might not notice how rosy red your pretty little cheeks are, but if she DOES, you had better not let her suspect that I made you my whore today, bitch.”
“Of course, Miss Jane.”
“That’s what princess likes to hear, daddy!”
My smile seemed to be sunshine in a pitch-black room for him… as it should be.
“Now finish up here. Nice plates, nice glasses, the works. I will give you 15 minutes to get showered and pretty before she gets here and not ONE FUCKING MINUTE MORE. Is that clear?”
“Yes Miss Jane, thank you.”
“Once you have showered, report to my room for inspection and…well… just report to my room.”
The fear in his eyes was screaming for mercy.
“You will be greeting mother in an unusual fashion this evening. That won’t be the only surprise, either, you pervert.”
“I…. thank you, Miss Jane.” Gratitude was the last thing on his mind now!
“Whatever…” I left him there, kneeling, hot, flushed, sweating, and horny.
And except for the kneeling part, I was right there with my dear daddy.
“Thank you for allowing me to prepare the kitchen, Miss Jane.”
My stepfather was dressed nicely, shiny shoes, neat slacks, and was smelling of that heady cologne that mom and I bought him for his birthday. Poor daddy didn’t know he would not be needing men’s scents for much longer, but that came later. Daddy also made a serious error which, frankly, I expected.
I always was good at getting my way, to a point. But now set traps for my bitch daddy was something too easy for me.
“What the fuck is THIS?” I gestured up and down towards him.
“What, I…what do you mean, Miss Jane?” His fear and shock were a lovely cocktail for me.
“I said you could shower, correct?”
“Yes Miss Jane.”
I think he was catching on to his mistake. Well, if he kept doing that I would have to simply work harder to frustrate and manipulate him. But for now, things were still easy.
I grabbed his shirt by the collar.
“My…” And he knew his error, his mind racing and terrified.
“…it is my shirt, Miss Jane.”
“Yes. A man’s shirt. Let us ignore the fact that you have no business wearing a man’s shirt as you are simply a fucking worm. No, there is a bigger problem here, do you know what that IS, bitch?”
“I… you allowed me to shower but you did not allow me to get dressed, Miss Jane.”
“Good girl! Exactly right!”
I moved to my vanity, grabbed my hairbrush (a gift from mom), and walked back over to him.
“Daddy, you always complimented me on my lovely hair, didn’t you?”
I was smiling wickedly.
“I…yes Miss Jane.”
“And do you remember how you used to brush my hair sometimes? When mom might have to work late?”
“Yes, Miss Jane.”
“Well, this hairbrush serves in…other ways as well.
“My boyfriend would spank me with this sometimes. My real man boyfriend would take me over his knee and paddle my ass raw. I mean, nowhere nearly as bad as I whipped your ass so far but then…”
I looked up from the brush into his sad eyes.
“I am no pervert, am I daddy?”
His shame was complete. And another trap would ensure I would have my fun at his ass’ expense.
And for years and years to come.
“No, Miss Jane.”
“You…understand what happens when you say that word, don’t you daddy?”
“I do, Miss. Thank you, Miss.”
“Hands-on the vanity, whore.”
He rushed to the vanity and pressed his hands into it until I could see white from the pressure.
His fear was delicious.
“Stay still, bitch.”
I locked his eyes in the vanity’s mirror as he was bent over, hands pressed downwards, with me behind him. I carefully set the brush down next to his hand, making sure it touched him a little.
I gently reached around and unbuckled his belt.
“Please, Miss Jane…I…”
“Use your words, dear.” A phrase he often chided me with.
His shame at those words being spoken by me dug deep into him. His eyes began to tear again.
“I am so sorry, Miss.”
“HA! Just as I thought… you have already used the word ‘No’ once right now. Good for you not to make that mistake again or it would be much worse for you, dear.” Another rephrasing of something he would tell me as a child.
My hands went back to his belt buckle and I thought of a way to truly twist him.
“I think…mom might be here within a couple of minutes…”
I feigned absentminded reflection while, in fact, I was considering how and when I would let mom know what a pervert her husband really was. I could see in the mirror that daddy shifted a little. His erection was obvious and I would enjoy teasing him, as always.
“Golly, I hope she doesn’t get here early.”
My expert hands unbuckled his belt from behind. I gently pressed up against him with my tight, young body. As if I would have anything to do with him except…this.
“You won’t like this very much.” My smile at him in the mirror carved him some more.
The belt unbuckled, I slowly unzipped his fly, dragging his slacks slowly making sure to apply a slight amount of pressure to his stiff dick, and let his pants slide down around his ankles. His red faced shame at his paralyzing arousal was tough to see through the red face I gave him.
Leaning back, I grabbed the brush again and maintained eye contact. Daddy always said it showed you really cared.
“Count them for me, bitch. Know there are extras as you said ‘No’ to me.”
“Yes, Miss Jane…thank you.”
His gratitude at the beating I was going to give him made me hot.
I barely heard him through the blood rushing through my ears as I wailed on his ass with the brush. I was worried I might break it before I was finished having my fun. I think he was crying, and I heard him sobbing again when he reached…
“That should be enough for now, bitch.”
The relief in his eyes was warm and loving.
I reached the brush around to his face.
“Kiss it, whore. Use your fucking lips on this like it’s mom.”
He did, of course. His rock hard cock was leaking and glistening from the oozing pre-cum as his lips tenderly met the brush that flayed his ass a few seconds ago. He was lost in lust and extremely turned on at the degradation, shifting uncomfortably to ease his frustration. It seemed as though nothing was off-limits to daddy anymore. I would continue to test that.
Setting the brush down in his sight so the humiliation of it all stayed with him I went to my closet. Grabbing the panties from earlier and my used toy I strutted back to my slave.
I didn’t really care what he said. I think he was grateful-sounding but I was more focused on the task at hand and keeping my hands from fingering myself to orgasm.
I opened a drawer of my vanity, again in sight of daddy, and took out my tube of KY and slowly drank in the implications running through daddy’s mind as I did it. No doubt he was feeling like the protective, judgemental father figure who couldn’t imagine why I would have such a thing. Contrast that with the simple fact that daddy couldn’t hide his complete arousal at my abuse and domination of him.
Opening the tube, I squirted a little on the tip (not enough, really), and placed the dildo gently at his ass crack. Watching his eyes intently, I slowly rammed the 7″ fake dick into his asshole until it was gone. Smiling down at daddy…
“Lovely. My faggot daddy took the dick in his ass again like a good girl! Now turn around, whore.”
He raised up, clearly uncomfortable and ashamed, and turned to face me, his loving daughter.
Throwing the stained panties in his face, I hissed at him.
“Put these on, bitch.”
“Yes, Miss Jane, thank you…”
His humiliations would be never-ending with me around. He slowly slipped out of his slacks and moved the too-small panties up his legs to the stiff rod pointing at me, dripping and slick.
“Faster, whore! Mom will be here any minute and I don’t want her seeing your pansy ass in my room!”
“Yes, Miss Jane, apologies…” So scared. He swiftly dragged the panties on, careful to keep my cock deep in his ass while trying to avoid too much friction on his hard dick.
“Good girl. Pants up, NOW!”
Of course, he quickly complied.
“Now then, get to the kitchen, whore.”
He looked at me, still tented, and a little puzzled.
“I will let you wear your man-clothes for tonight to cover up my cock in your ass and my stained panties that you’re wearing…”
Then I let the proverbial other shoe drop.
“…But you will be wearing the pretty little apron all night for mother’s party. If she asks you will say you don’t want to make a mess of your clothes or something. Honestly, I don’t give a shit what you tell her…I just want her getting used to seeing you as the panty-waist faggot we both know you really are.”
I let his stomach drop as his ego was crushed a little more under my heel. This just keeps getting better and better…
“Meeting’s running late. Picking up Chinese and there by 7PM. Love, Mom.”
Normally Mom gets home at around 5:30PM and makes dinner. And the grocery shopping, etc. etc. I really didn’t know where to begin with all of the options now at my french-tip, well-manicured fingertips. Staring into the mirror as I was finishing my make-up for this evenings’… festivities I was working the shiny bright red lipstick back and forth absent-mindedly. Pursing them gently (so as not to smear the carefully applied color), I pondered the effect it might have on my dear stepdaddy.
I opened the vanity drawer and looked down at the riding crop I used on him earlier. I would need many more toys in the weeks to come and I was smiling as I realized the difficulties daddy would have to cover those expenses and hiding it from mom. Not my problem, but then so many things were now strictly daddy’s issues. His weakness would truly lead him to his destruction and he would be erect and drooling the whole time.
I sent mom a quick text as a plan formed in my mind.
“Did you tell dad yet?”
Her reply was quick and likely without a second thought on my lovely mom’s part.
“No. Could you tell him for me? I have to get going now.”
The meeting she was in gave me ammunition to drag daddy further down. Splendid.
Primping in the mirror to make sure I looked perfect and sexy, suspiciously so (to Mom, anyway). My hair, flawless, my cheeks flush with power, my eyes alight with the joy of my stepfather’s suffering, and my lips slightly parted due to my labored breathing.
My phone rattled on the vanity and I jumped at it anxiously.
“Hello, Miss Jane. The kitchen is finished, as ordered. Thank You, Miss.”
My perverted dad’s message seemed to have a lot of accurate protocol from a submissive to his Mistress.
Of course no reply from me. Let the bitch sweat and feel the fear.
I savored the sensations and I grabbed the crop, my little black bag, slid back from the vanity, and glanced down at my shiny mary janes. Not good enough. Now that I have time I would need something more… menacing.
The click of the high heels probably rang in his ears like the bells for a man on death row. And if they didn’t yet, they soon would.
I pushed the kitchen door open with authority. An authority that dear Ol’ Daddy gave me that made me hot like nothing has before.
My eyes went wide with shock and I was almost trembling with a thousand emotions.
He was kneeling, the frilly apron still a little tented but draped outwards formally with his hands resting on the corners. His head was bowed and I could see a slight sheen of sweat on his naked body. A damp spot was on the tented front of the apron.
“I see Daddy has some pre-cum from his loving Daughter’s abuse?” He could hear my smile and I saw a tremor shake him.
“Yuh… yes, Miss Jane. Thank You, Miss.”
“And the clothes are where I instructed. Looks like I can begin my inspection, bitch?” My tone was even more evil than before. I could never see myself stopping and I was going to make dear Daddy regret his spinelessness.
“Yes, Miss Jane, thank You. I hope you find everything to your satisfaction.”
“You had better do more than hope, you repulsive little worm. I strutted towards him, towering above my loving stepfather.
“If so much as a speck is out of place I am going to punish you.” I turned my wrist up to look at my shiny pink watch. A beautiful watch that dear Daddy here bought me for my twelfth birthday. So many more gifts to come.
“It is 5:15PM. You know when mom gets home, your loving wife.”
I paused. I wanted to hear his voice tremble.
“Yes, Miss Jane. She gets here around 5:30PM or a Quarter to 6, Miss.”
I waited again. I could hear his breathing intensify. Exactly as I expected.
“So let’s start the inspection!” I used my best, happiest voice. The kind of tone Daddy might hear me use at opening a Christmas present or when I saw him after some time apart.
It cut into him, I could feel it.
“Heel, bitch.” I tapped the crop against my shiny platforms as I ‘click-clicked’ to the kitchen counter.
“Good enough, I suppose.”
I continued with a casual, half-hearted tone.
“Dishes dried and put away. Counter clear. Fixtures shining. Cabinets clean.”
I stopped for a moment.
The moment was not lost on my loving stepfather. He froze in rhythm with me. Just as he would read my moods as I grew, he was growing attuned to my new, fearsome, characteristics.
He was learning that he had lost his loving Daughter and now had a relentless tormentor living under his roof. As his new reality crossed his mind, just as it was crossing mine, I could hear a small sob escape his lips.
He could tell I found something.
And he knew he would suffer for it.
“Yuh… yes, Miss Jane?” His fear was stronger than before. For good reason.
“The toaster here seems untouched.”
“What? I mean, yes Miss Jane.” He went white as he realized what I ‘found’.
“Did you clean the crumbs from the bottom of the toaster, you shit?”
“Nuh… no, Miss Jane.” His stammering was almost constant now.
“No, you didn’t. I see a couple of crumbs here.”
I was shaking my head even as I was smiling.
“What did I say about disappointment?” My tone was measured and cold.
But not angry.
Not just yet.
“That I give you no reason to be disappointed in carrying out my tasks, Miss Jane.”
I spun gracefully on my heel, my leather skirt, and crotch at his eye level.
WHAP! The crop ‘wooshed’ through the air and struck his shoulder.
WHAP! The other shoulder. I should try to leave even marks, right?
“Say?” My tone was menacing.
“Absolutely certain Miss. You said to be absolutely certain that you not be disappointed.”
“Daddy got it right!” Just as he might have said when I was twelve when I got the right answer, so did I speak with my dear Daddy.
“Uh…thank you, Miss Jane.” He was uncertain about what I was thinking.
“Hey! Do you remember that time I got home late from school play because my friends wanted to go to Denny’s after?”
The seemingly disconnected comment turned his eyes into a pool of pure fear.
“I do, Miss Jane. I am sorry about that, it’s just…”
WHAP! The crop struck his cheek and he recoiled in terror.
“What did you do about it, Daddy?” My tone was half-sweet but he shuddered, knowing that there would be suffering in his future.
“I grounded you, Miss Jane.”
“You DID! For two weeks. And do you know what my friends said to me during that time?”
“No, Miss Jane, I am so sorry, I don’t.”
“They laughed. And I stood up for my loving Daddy because you knew what was best for me.” My smile cut him apart.
“And when I asked you to UNground me, what did you say to me then?”
“That I was disappointed, Miss Jane.”
“Exactly. So. When you consider what disappointment means to you, what do you think it means to me, you fucking pervert?”
He was trembling.
“I, that is, I don’t know, Miss Jane.”
I let him finish the ‘Miss Jane’ before I hit him in the face again. Then I brought the crop down across his shoulders and back.
I lost count of how many times I hit him.
“So what do you have to say for yourself NOW, you pathetic little bitch!!?” I was glowering down at him with eyes burning with hatred even as my body was hotter than it has ever been.
“I am so very sorry Miss Jane, please, mercy, I am so sorry.”
I leaned back against the counter looking down at him condescendingly. My only look for him now aside from pure disgust or hatred.
“Do you know what time it is right now?” My smile was wicked.
I held my arm down towards him, my watch facing him. He reluctantly tore his eyes from my own and looked at the watch.
He went an even paler shade of white as he realized what time it was.
“Miss Jane, your mother should be home any minute!” His fear was palpable.
“You make quite a sight, you useless little pindick. Look at you?” I gestured down at him as my derogatory tone ripped into him.
“Please don’t do this, Miss Jane… please…” He was sobbing, eyes tearing up.
“Aw, poor thing. Do you think mom might have something to say about this? You, kneeling before his dear Daughter? Naked? Sweaty? Hard, with a little tent and a damp spot showing that you are having too much fun? Your own Daughter towering over you with a riding crop that is clearly being used on you like some pathetic animal?”
“Please stop, Miss Jane, I will do whatever you want…”
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!!
“Don’t make me laugh! As if you weren’t already going to do EVERYthing I order of you. You, dear Daddy, are my bitch. Fucking pathetic waste of space only good for licking shoes or being whipped and made to suffer.”
I pressed one of my high heels against his chest, practically tearing into his nipple.
“I don’t give a fuck what Mom says. She SHOULD see what she is married to, you repulsive piece of shit. Just look at you? She has no idea you are just a pet, an animal, a toy, a fucking sick excuse of a boy!”
My heel was making a serious impression in a few ways. His face contorted in agony at the different levels of pain he was suffering. All at my lovely hands. Too delicious.
“Yes, Miss Jane, of course. I am so sorry…”
“Whatever. I need your approval now as much as I might the approval of an animal in a zoo.”
The crop hit him hard, crossing the marks that now litter his body.
I wondered for a second what Mom would think of them. Looks like Daddy is going to have to find a way to hide them all from his loving Wife.
My smile couldn’t be contained.
“So now what? I don’t see you scrambling for your clothes or begging me to stop, exactly, so that Mom is spared this disgusting display you are putting on? What happens now?”
I wanted him to say it. To keep dragging himself down for his beloved stepdaughter.
“Whatever pleases you, Miss Jane.”
Broken. Even more. This was never going to get old for me.
I was so happy I just couldn’t hold the surprise anymore.
“Mom had a late meeting and will be bringing take out in a little while. Right now she is probably getting fucked on her desk by Marty or any of the other studly Real Men that she works with, faggot. In any case, you have some time to fix the mess of the toaster and clean yourself up.”
His relief washed over us both. He was so very happy.
And like that he did it.
The display that literally would seal his sad fate with his stepdaughter forever.
He fell at my feet and began licking and kissing my shoes like a long lost lover.
“Wow. Mom would be proud of her dear husband to see this sight, don’t you think?”
His wet kisses resounded in the kitchen.
“I asked you a fucking QUESTION!” His lips flew from my shoe and I could see a trail of spit down his lower lip and chin from his hurried apology.
“So sorry, Miss Jane, no, she would not be proud.”
I stepped on his hand, hard, leaving my heel imprint.
“I cannot stand to look at you, Daddy. Get your clothes, make me a drink, and go to your room. I am going to get you dressed for dinner in exactly ten minutes.”
His look of fear was back, replacing his relief from a minute before.
I started to wonder if Daddy might have heart problems.
Lord knows I was pushing him to the limit.
I suppose I will have to ask Mom about that. That should be fun.
My smile was wide and proud as I ascended the steps to my room to get ready for a very special family dinner.
“Get your ass over here now!” Mistress yelled at me.“Yes… Yes, Mistress…” I stammered nervously.
I knew I had fucked up royally this time by the sound of her voice and also by where she was pointing to, she was pointing to the tabletop vise-grip. Yeah you heard me right I said the tabletop vise-grip, Mistress and I play in the now soundproof tool shed, and the reason for this is a whole other story to which I won’t go into right now. Right now I’m in big trouble and I’m trembling before my beautiful Mistress waiting for my punishment. Now you might ask what it is I’m in trouble for and you have the right to know, I cheated on my Mistress, yeah I know I’m a very bad slave. I can hear you now asking why I would do such a thing and to be honest I really don’t know why other than it was a spur-of-the-moment type of thing, in other words, I let my dick speak for its self and didn’t use my common sense brain.
“Don’t stand there trembling before me like a childish fool, get yourself in place now,” Mistress says angrily.
“Yes… Yes Mistress,” I say nervously and then step up close to the tabletop vise-grip, grab my cock and lift it out of the way so that I can place my balls in it and so that Mistress may crush them.
Mistress turns the handle and begins crushing my balls with it, slowly the pressure begins to form then the pain sets in, oh the sweet yet devilish pain. She turns the handle more and more to the point she knows I can still handle it and then beyond it this time. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out in pain as I know this will only cause her to turn the handle even more. When she sees me biting my lip she smiles and turns the handle just a slight bit more and then steps away.
“Now that I have you where I want you and where you can’t escape if you wanted to I shall begin punishing you; you pathetic excuse of a slave I thought I trained you better than that but apparently you need more training before you can be seen out in public with me,” Mistress says as she looks over her tools.
I know better than to say anything I just hang my head in shame. Mistress picks up the claw-hammer and turns towards me, my eyes widen as I see it and she laughs that sadistic laugh I used to love to hear. She then turns back to the table and sets it back down and picks up a small yet heavy sled-hammer I’ve truly grown to despise. She turns towards me with an evil grin upon her face and starts heading towards me.
“Please… Please, Mistress…. Mistress, not that…. Please, Mistress….” I stammer as I see her approaching me with it.
“Shut up you insolent fool,” she yells at me and then brings the hammer down on my ass.
I scream out in pain as the sled-hammer indents itself into my skin. I know now what type of punishment I will receive or so I thought.
“You do need more training if you think you know what type of punishment I’m going to give you this time, this was just to get your attention and now that I have it…” she says and then places the sled-hammer down and from somewhere behind me picks up the meat tenderizer.
“No Mistress…. Please… Please, Mistress, have mercy… I promise never to cheat on you again Mistress…” I stammer out as I see the meat tenderizer in her hands, my eyes wide with horror, she had threatened to use it on me before but hadn’t so far.
Mistress slaps my face full force with her hand, “shut up before I gag you,” she says angrily.
Mistress then brings the meat tenderizer down upon my cock-head with what felt like a full-force hit.
“FUCK!” I scream as the pain rages through my cock and up to my brain and then back down to my cock, tears are instantly falling from my eyes.
Mistress then brings the meat tenderizer down upon my cock-head, again and again, I scream out in pain as the tears flow from eyes. Mistress doesn’t give me a moment’s rest, she lets the meat tenderizer hit close to the base of my cock, and I continue to scream out in pain both from the hits of the tenderizer and from the pain of me instinctively jerking back causing my nut-sack to scream out in pain in its trapping as well. For what seemed like forever Mistress pulverized my cock with that meat tenderizer making sure not one spot of my cock was missing. When she was done my cock was bruised, a little bloody, and swollen but not too swollen which I thought was odd since it felt like she was really giving it to me (which I found out much later that she hadn’t and that she was merely tapping my cock with it but since my cock was held out so taught it felt worse than it was).
“There you insolent fool that should teach you not to fool around on me again if it doesn’t next time I’ll just cut the damn thing off completely,” she says as she turns back to the table to clean the sled-hammer and meat tenderizer.
I have nowhere to go but to stand there on weak, trembling legs as my balls are still locked tightly into the tabletop vise-grip and crying like a baby. I want to touch my aching cock but can’t as my hands are still bound behind my back.
Finally, she comes over to me and releases my balls and I fall to the ground in a blubbering pathetic excuse of a man mess.
“Stop your crying and please me now,” she says sternly as she straddles my head.
Mistress lowers herself down onto my face and smothers me with her dripping wet pussy, what transpired just now she obviously enjoyed very much. I lick and suck on her beautiful pussy even as I continue to regain my composure. My cock and balls throbbing in pain and yet just the smell and taste of my Mistress has my cock rock hard and ready to explode.
“Ha you pathetic fool you think you’re going to be allowed to come, I think not in fact once the swelling goes down your chastity device will be locked on and you will remain in for a month before I even think about letting you out of it,” Mistress says and then punches my balls. I scream into her pussy as the pain soars through and of course instantly I’m soft again.
It really was a one-sided marriage. I had been dating Marina from
my junior year in high school. She was a senior. During those
early years, she never let me forget that she was in front of
me. I always had to come second in all our plans and thinking.
It was a kind of dominance she had over me, but I was in love.
Isn’t that what always does it? That simple word: Love. What a
man wouldn’t do for a woman when he was in love. She got to go where
she wanted. We went to the restraints she wanted. We saw only
the movies she wanted. I wore the clothing she wanted. I
remember one night we were necking downstairs in her father’s house
“I think you’d look cute if you wore a scarf.”
It had just come into fashion then. Men wearing scarves instead
of ties it was the new fashion. I felt really embarrassed I loved
women’s headscarves and neckerchiefs. They had always been a turn
on for me. In fact, I had worn some of my mother’s kerchiefs when
masturbating. But I wore it for her. And also at that time, silky
shirts were in fashion for men. I wore them for her too.
During our necking sessions, she always led the pace. I would do
what she wanted. I had to please her. Occasionally she would help
me jerk off and cum, but I always had to please her. At first, it
was by hand. We would park, kiss and when she would get hot she
would have me lower her panties and rub and stroke her till she
had her orgasm. One night out of frustration I started stroking
myself. She got really mad!
“What kind of pervert are you? You’re masturbating! And right
here in front of me!! Stop that!”
I stopped stroking myself and looked at her. “I’ll give you any
pleasure that you’re going to get. I won’t have you jerking off.”
And with that my sexual subjection started.
When it was time for her senior prom she stated, “I won’t be
going to the prom with a junior. I have a date for the prom
already. I will see you the next day.”
Of course, I was devastated. Why did she want to date another man?
What was it about me that she couldn’t go with me?
But love wins and in the end I didn’t go to the prom with her.
She went with another senior.
During the summer she also told me that she would date other
guys. I wouldn’t be allowed to date other girls though. I was to
be her steady. I didn’t understand this but as in love with her I
She would go out to movies and diner with me on Fridays but
Saturday night, Date Night, she would go out with whom she
This went on for the next year.
Then it was my graduation. I asked her to come to it. “Of course
not!” She huffed, “I won’t go to a high school function, I’ve
left all that behind me.”
After a few years I had a steady job and she was working too. We
had a good income. She had me give her my paycheck to save for
the day we would get married. Our account was growing. I was
still her steady boyfriend and she still dated others.
Our sex had changed
Now I usually gave her oral sex. She would have me lie in between her legs and work on her for hours at a
time. She loved the way I could make her feel with my lips and
tongue. I still wasn’t getting any though. The only time I would
get off was when she wasn’t home and I would jerk off.
We started living together. We had a nice apartment. It was
furnished from our wedding money. It had two bedrooms. Early in
the evening, I would be allowed into her bedroom to give her
pleasure and then I was sent off to my room to sleep.
One night after a really hot night of oral sex I had gone to my
room. I was frustrated and started to stroke my self. I looked up
and saw her. Talk about pissed off!
“Didn’t I tell you that cock was mine? I told you I wouldn’t have
you jerking off every time my back was turned. Get out of bed and
lay down on top.”
She lowered my PJ’s and started to whip my ass with my belt. She
gave me many blows and my cheeks were very red and sore.
“If you’re going to have an orgasm, it will be me that lets you
have one. You are not to satisfy your self again! Do you
“No Dummy, after that, you don’t deserve to call me by my first
name. You will call me Ma’am or Mistress, but never call me
Tasting another guy for the first time
I had still never had intercourse. Not with her or anyone else for
I found out that she did though.
One night after a date with one of her male friends she called me
into her room.
“I want you to eat me, dear boy, I want you to do that thing you
do so well.”
She lay down on the bed and lowered her panties. I came down to
her and noticed she was wet.
I tasted her with my tongue and something wasn’t right. I tasted
something salty. She was wetter than usual. She was also a little
red around her pussy lips.
As I lapped her she said, “Well how do you like it? How do you
like eating my pussy after it just got fucked?”
I stopped and looked at her.
“Go on finish what your doing it feels so good. I went out
tonight and after dancing and drinking, I went home with a guy. He
made passionate love to me. He was hot. His cock was much bigger
than yours. And you know what? I liked it.”
What was I doing here? My girlfriend and intended had just been
fucked and here I was eating his cum out of her.
“That’s right, eat his cum. That’s what you’re going to get.
Still think you can jerk off when you want? I don’t think so.
From now on the only cum you’ll get is drinking from my pussy.”
Love. What a man will do for that word.
This happened again and again. And for the next year that was the
only cum I got.
I was very frustrated and came home one day when she wasn’t home
and started to relieve my self. I had just about reached it when
she stormed into the room.
“You still haven’t learned have you? I’ve been waiting for this.
Stay right there.”
She returned to the room with something in her hand.
“Open your legs up.”
She took a steal cylinder that was curved and placed it on my
cock. She then attached it to a metal belt in front and with a
chain to the back.
“Like your new chastity belt? Now it will be mine always mine and
if you ever want to get that thing off you really have to be
I had been wearing my new belt for around a month when she
finally allowed me to take it off. I would have thought it was a
good thing, but she did this when two of her girl friends where
I had been serving them drinks in the living room; I was off to
get something when I heard giggling from the other room. I was
“Honey, I was just telling the girls about your nasty habit. And
how we solved it. They have never seen something like this so I
thought you would be good enough to she them your belt.”
I turned beet red!
“Ma’am, Why did you tell them about us? This was something
The girls there started giggling again.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet? What you do and whom I tell it
to is my business. Now if you would do as I want. Take down your
“I’m going to tell you something. Life is going to change for
you. You’ve had it easy till now. We’re getting near the time
that we will get married. Before that happens I think you should
know just how it’s going to be after the event. You are already
submissive to my will. This will be increasing. You are already
my cuckold boyfriend and you will continue to be cuckold as my
husband, but with a few changes.
“Some of these changes are going to start right now. Your
submissiveness is going to be shown to my girlfriends. Ms Julie
and Nurse Sara Higgins are my best friends. You have nothing to
hide from them. They both want to start to bring their husbands
in to a submissive relationship and we are going to show them how
living as a submissive male to a dominant woman can be fun and
“Well maybe not for the man, but definitely for the women
involved. Now if you’re embarrassed or humiliated… So What?
That’s all part of being my sissy husband. You are chastised and
my sissy and If I want to show you off to my friends I will. Oh
and one last thing, if you ever want to cum again you will have
to start to earn them and you will start now! Do you understand?”
What had I gotten my self into now? Love what a man will do for
this word. Did I really want to stay with this woman, of course I
did. But what price? How much could I stand for love? Should I
even have to find out? According to Marina I did. And if I want
our relationship to continue, I would have to endure what she
asked, or ordered me to do.
“Yes Ma’am, I understand.” I said with a dejected voice.
“Now lower your pants.”
I undid my belt and opened the button, down came the zipper and I
drew my pants down my legs. The women started to giggle and then
an out right laugh. I was wearing the panties I was given this
morning. They were pink nylon with lace trim in the side panels
and around the leg openings. Marina had gotten them in a larger
size to go over my chastity belt. Now all in the room could see
them. My face grew red with humiliation.
“I think I want them off all the way, your shoes and sox too.”
I striped everything below my waist. I was stand there in just my
panties and my shirt.
“See girls, a man in panties is easy to control, but what he’s
wearing under his panties is even better. Come on take off your
panties and show them your chastity belt.”
I lowered my panties to my knees showing off my stainless steal
Ms Julie said, “Look how it fits. He’s all hidden in steal. Can I
see just how it fits?”
“Well missy, go next to her so she can see just how tight your
I stood next to this very attractive woman in just my chastity
belt. She took her hand and felt the belt at my waist. She then
worked her hand down the codpiece.
“I can see how effective this is. I tried to feel him and all I
can get is his thighs or steel in my hand. I can’t touch his
penis at all.”
“Of course not and neither can he. That’s what chastity is all
about. Because of this I control him. He has to sit like a woman
to pee. He has to ask permission to wash himself down there. When
he is granted this, I had to stand there and watch him. That is I
did, but recently I started to wash him there myself so he
doesn’t start to masturbate. And he would. That’s how I got him
in it in the first place. You’re a habitual masturbator aren’t
“Now tell the girls, have you ever been inside of a woman with
“See, he is a virgin. I intend to keep him this way. When was
your last orgasm?”
“He has no choice in the matter. I control his access to his
penis. I control his pleasure. I control how he gives me
“Now comes the good part. Missy, I’ve invited one more guest this
afternoon. He will be arriving shortly. This is what I meant
about your increasing submissiveness and an advancement of your
being cuckold. To day for the first time you are going to watch
me having sex. And then you are going to show the girls that
thing you do so well.”
Once again the girls started to giggle. “Are you really going to
do this Marina?” asked Julie.
“Yes! I want you to witness this. This is going to further his
training. Not only is he going to ses me get fucked and eat my
lover’s cum from my pussy, but he is going to put on a show for
you two and my lover.”
I was going into male hell. I couldn’t do this. How could I stand
my self? How could I do these humiliating things in front of her
friends and him? And what about him? What will he think of me
when I go down on her sloppy cunt filled with his spunk? What
kind of man am I?
“Now its time to get ready. Girls want to watch? Come on missy
lets all go to my bedroom and get you ready for our company.”
We all went up stairs to her room. On the bed were laid out some
Feminized for her man
“Take off that silly man’s shirt. If your going to be a sissy
cuckold I think you should look the part.”
I took off my shirt and Marina started to put on a pink garter
belt. She then drew up some dark stockings up my legs and
attached the garters. Over my chastity belt went the panties I
had on before. On top she placed a pink camisole. She then tied a
scarf on my head peasant style. She took me over to her vanity
and started to put on some light make-up. She did my eyes in
brown mascara and earth tone eye shadow. On my lips she put some
pink lipstick. Finally she placed a frilly floral print over the
neck apron and tied it in the back. And last but not least, high
heels. They fit me. She must have picked them out because I knew
out feet were to different sizes and these I had never seen
The girls had astonished looks on their faces.
“Such a sissy. He looks adorable in his sissy clothes.” Stated
“He’s cute as a sissy.” Followed Julie.
“Okay now I want you to sit here.”
She had brought a chair over near the top of the bed. I sat down
and could see the whole bed from where I was seated. My Mistress
took some scarves from her drawer and started tying my arms to
the arms of the chair.
“I know you love to eat me after I get home from cuckolding you,
but I don’t know how you will react to having it done in person
so the scarves are for your protection.”
She then tied my legs to the legs of the chair and finally took
some really long scarves and tied me around my chest and middle
so I couldn’t move at all.
She then started to put on some of the sexiest lingerie I had
ever seen on her. A very pretty garter belt with seamed
stockings. Followed by the hottest panties, bra, and camisole.
She put on her makeup next and put some extra lipstick. She
looked as hot as any woman I had ever seen in a girly mag.
She then lay down on the bed and waited.
Meanwhile Sara and Julie had gone downstairs. I heard the
doorbell ring and shortly after that the door to the bedroom
opened. There he stood. He was tall and handsome. He was our age
but he had a look of worldliness about him.
Sara brought him in front of me. “Donna Sweetie, this is Rob. He
is your fiancée’s friend. Rob this is the sissy boy Marina had
told you about.”
“Hello, Cuckold. I can’t wait to get into Marina; she is the
best fuck I have ever had. And I have had her a few times. She
tells me you also enjoy it when I have her. She tells me how much
you enjoy cleaning her out after we fuck. I can’t wait to see
Julie started to set a video camera into a tripod and aim it at
me. At the same time Sara set one to capture what was going to
happen on the bed. Both were plugged into TV sets on the dresser
so we all could watch what the cameras saw.
“Hi Marina, you look great. Are you ready to cuckold him?”
“Yes. The sissy has heard what is in store for him and I think we
Watching my wife and her bull
With that she took hold of his belt and opened his pants. She got
off the bed and sat him down so I could see what was happening.
She then kneeled down and took his soft cock in her mouth. I herd
a gasp from him as her hot mouth enveloped him. Each time her
mouth came to the head of his penis I could see it getting longer
and harder. I was so jealous watching. Here was my beautiful
Mistress sucking on a man, who I had just met, right in front of
me. I strained at my silken bindings but to no avail.
Sara had finished setting the video camera on my Mistress and I
noticed how clear I could see her taking him in her mouth on the
screen. And on the next screen I could see my self. The redness
in my straining face, my painted sissy face. I was so
embarrassed. And it had just started. Sara came over to me and
started to whisper to me.
“See how a real man looks. See how hard a real cock gets when
it’s sucked. See how a woman reacts to a real man.”
I could see all of this. I didn’t need her to point it out but it
just deepened my humiliation.
“Well cuckold, I’ll bet you have never felt this. Marina can
really suck cock. Damn girl, you’re the best cocksucker I have
ever felt. Cuckold, this is really great. Oh my. My cock is so
hot. Girl you’d better stop cause I want to cum in your pussy not
in your mouth. I want to see your sissy eat my cum out of you.”
Julie was rubbing my chastity belt. “Maybe we should show Rob
just how small Donna really is? Shall we open his chastity and
have a really good laugh?”
“Oh yes. Take the key from my neck and open it.”
Nurse Sara took the key and came to the lock on my chastity. She
opened it and for the first time in 9 months my little prick was
free. I got hard in an instant.
“Look Rob. See what a sissy cock looks like.”
At that moment he looked at me. He looked down at my smallness
and started to laugh. At the same time all three of these
beautiful women started to laugh at me. I felt about as small as
my cock really was. Only three inches hard and as thin around as
the average finger, it was as small a prick as anyone in the room
had ever seen.
“Damn, cuckold, I have never seen a cock that little. How do you
stand it?” he asked through the chuckles. “If I had a prick that
small I would cut it off.”
“Fuck me!” Marina screamed. “Show my sissy husband to be what a
real man can do with his cock. Make me feel it deep in side. Make
me feel like a woman. Make him feel like a cuckold.”
With that Rob placed his large cock at the wet opening of my
fiancée’s cunt. I watched as he slowly entered her. I watched her
cunt lips open to let him in. I watched as he slowly started to
Rob didn’t do it too fast at first. When he had it all the way in
I heard her start to moan. I saw him slowly stroke his large
prick in and out of her pussy. He was teasing her with his prick.
She was grunting and moaning.
“Come on. Give it to me. Fuck me like the slut I really am.
Please don’t tease me. I want you so bad.”
He started to move faster. His stroked were going deep in side of
her. I could see his back tense and release. I could see her as
he entered her and took it back.
She was in ecstasy. She started screaming, “Yes, yes, yes.”
I’m being teased while she have her first orgasm
As this was happening Sara had put on a latex glove and was
stroking my tiny cock. I was as hard as I had ever been in my
life. Even though it was my fiancée getting laid there I was
hard. I was hot. I was having the time of my life through my
prick. And then she stopped. I moaned. I gasped. But there was
nothing I could do about it. With my arms and wrists tied to the
chair with the scarves, I couldn’t do anything to bring my self-
relief. I wanted to cum so bad. I was humping the air. Actually I
couldn’t move very much with the scarves holding me to the chair.
Frustration wracked through out my whole being.
And then it happened! I saw, Marina, the woman I was in love
with have her first orgasm with Rob. She screamed out with
satisfaction. Her body humped him with all her might as she felt
him reach through her whole body and she came and came.
Orgasm after orgasm went through her body. She was panting. She
was wet with sweat. And still she fucked him. Harder and harder.
She fucked him. And he matched her, thrust for thrust.
Julie stroked my chest through my bra. Sara rubbed my back.
“See. See how a real man fucks a woman?” asked Julie. “I know you
could never do that with your tiny cock, if that’s what it is
called. It seems more like an extended clitty. Yes that’s what
sissies have, clitties.”
“Sissy boy. You will never fuck like that.” She stroked my cock
for a few seconds, making me hard again. Then she stopped. “I
love seeing you so frustrated. But you remember what Marina said
before? She said you could earn a cum. Is that what you want to
do? Do you want to earn your orgasm? You can you know. When he
cums in her you have to eat his cum out of her pussy. You have to
show all of us that you are cuckold. Can you do that sissy? Can
you show all of just what a sissy wimp you are, and eat her cum
“I think you can.” Stated Julie. “I think you are cuckold and you
want us all to know it. I think you will show us how you eat her
cum filled pussy and then the frustration you are feeling will be
almost taken care of. That is the first thing you must do to earn
I was so hot. I was frustrated, jealous, I was humiliated, and I
was embarrassed. But most of all I wanted to cum. I wanted to cum
so bad it hurt.
Let me show you the sissy cuckold I am!
“Please let me show you all! Let me show you all just how much of
a wimp I am. Please, I begged let me eat his cum out of her well
Hearing these words she started to cum again. Again and again she
felt through her whole being the freedom of Cumming. And so did
he! He rammed his prick as deep as it would go and he started
spasming. Spurting his seed deep within her, spurt after healthy
spurt he drove his seed in her womb.
As he was Cumming with her, Julie untied the scarves from my
chest and waist. Sara untied my hands and arms, but not my legs.
“Stand up and put your arms behind you.”
She then tied my wrists together. She tied another scarf bringing
my elbows as close as they could and tied a knot. Julie meanwhile
started untying my knees and ankles. I stepped away from the
chair and was brought nest to the bed. My ankles were again tied.
“Now this is the moment we’ve all been waiting for. See my wet
cunt? See my freshly fucked cunt. Eat me! Clean me out of his
spunk. Eat his cum from my pussy!”
And I did. I leaned my face into her and placed my tongue at her
entrance and licked. I licked and sucked on her wet lips. I
worked my tongue up and down her slit. I tasted fresh cum. For
the first time I had fresh cum strait from her pussy in my mouth,
on my lips, and on my tongue. As frustrated as I was I wanted to
please her. I loved her. I was proving my love for her as I was a
cum eating, pussy sucking, cuckold sissy.
I could hear them laughing at me. Right then I didn’t care. I had
my love’s pussy and I was loving it.
“That’s it sissy bitch. Eat my cunt. Eat it.”
“Boy, cuckold, you really get into it don’t you?”
Sara and Julie had my shoulders in their hands to keep me from
falling. I worked on her cunt for a long time and then she came
again. She came from the knowledge that not only was I eating her
pussy, not only was I pleasing her, but I was cleaning fresh cum
out of her. She spasmed and spasmed.
She pulled my head from her well abused pussy and said, “Now slut
clean off his cock!”
I was beside my self. She slid over and he took her place in
front of me.
“Suck off the cum from his cock if you want to cum.”
I did. I licked his cock from the head to the stem. I took it in
my mouth and sucked all the cum off of it.
I was pushed down to the floor.
“That was great cuckold. You did a good job. I would have never
believed a man could do that, watch his woman get fucked, suck
his cum out of her and then still be able to clean off his cock.
You must be the best cuckold in the whole world.”
And with that he put on his clothes, kissed Marina good by and left
Will I orgasm?
“Well that was real fun.” Stated Marina. “Still want to cum
tonight? If so you still have some things to do to earn it.”
“Please? It’s been so long and after seeing you I am so horny.
Please Ma’am, May I cum for your pleasure?”
“We’ll see cuckold.” She grinned. “There is much to do yet.”
“Sara, why don’t you untie his ankles but tie a leash on him and
lets go downstairs.”
Sara did so. I stood. She took a long oblong scarf and rolled it
into a silken rope. She tied one end to my cock and balls and
started to lead me from the room. We went downstairs to the den.
It wasn’t easy walking with my hands tied behind my back and the
skirt of my apron up because of the scarf leash.
They all sat at the table in the den, but I was told to kneel at
Setting the rules
“Now if you want to cum, and also if you really want to be
married, there are some things we must get out of the way first.
There are some legal papers you must sign. While Sara is a nurse,
Julie is a legal aid. She has taken some time getting these
papers just right. I will ask you only this once. Do you want to
marry me? If so there are some conditions that you must adhere to
and each will be spelled out on one of the papers. If you want to
marry me you must sign each of them. I will explain what each is
as we get to it. Do you want to be my cuckold, sissy husband?
“Knowing what happened tonight will happen again and again.
Knowing that I will have power over you. Knowing that you will
only have me to plead to for your orgasm. Knowing that I will not
only wear the pants in this family, while you wear the panties,
but I will also hold the purse strings. You will have nothing
with out me. You will be allowed nothing with out me. You will be
subservient to any that I choose. You will be subservient to all
women, but especially to my best friends Sara and Julie who are
here to witness your answer. Do you want to be my cuckold, sissy,
The things I will do for love. How could I kneel here in front of
these women and swear to be cuckold, swear to be a sissy slut,
swear to be a slave to all who Mistress Marina designates. I do
it for love.
“Sara untie his hands for he will need them to sign. This first
paper gives me the Power of Attorney. It means that after this
night I will have the power to sign your name. Sign it!”
I signed the paper where my name was printed.
“I really don’t need you to sign anymore, but I want you to
acknowledge each term of our coming marriage. The next is my
Power to sign for all your medical decisions. What doctor you go
to, what procedures you will have done, what prescriptions you
take and things like that. Sign it!”
I signed the paper where my name was printed.
“The next is a statement that you understand that I am free to
bed and have sex with anyone of my choosing. It also has a sub
paragraph stating that you will remain faithful to me. And I have
to power to grant you orgasm or not, that I have the power to
designate whom you will service sexually. It also states that you
are bisexual. That you are attracted to both men and women. It
also states that you are a transvestite.”
I signed the paper where my name was printed.
“The next paper is a statement of discipline. It states that you
will not hold me responsible for any assaults during discipline.
It states that I am the final judge of your offences and will
determine what punishments are due to include spankings,
strapping, minor whippings, and other disciplines that I might
designate. Sign it!”
I signed the paper where my name was printed.
“Well I think that about finishes the easy part of this, oh wait
there is one more paper. This is a contract between you and me;
it is a statement of employment. You are to be employed as my
maid. You will take all of your instructions, orders for
uniforms, work schedules, and other services of my choosing. Your
salary will be room and board. Your medical expenses of my
choosing, and an allowance of monies, that will be used for the
purchase of all the items that you need to do your job.
“And it finally states that I will have the power to do the
spending from your wages and that you will not use any money
unless first getting permission from me. Sign it!”
I signed the paper where my name was printed.
Julie chimed in, “I forgot to show you this one, Marina, It is a
legal name change form. It changes his mane from Don Hastings to
Donna Hastings. This way at the wedding he will be able to take
your last mane and have a feminine first one.”
I signed the paper where my name was printed.
There it was my fate all signed sealed and delivered to my new
Mistress and soon to be wife. Oh what did I do in the name of
love? I really wonder what it said in all that writing that she
never let me really look at. What did I agree to? I was worried.
The discipline room
“Stand up Donna. We are now going to enter my new playroom. I’m
sure you wondered what was going on in the cellar during the days
that the construction was going on down there. I have made some
really nice changes down there and I’m sure you will find them
especially interesting. This is the room where your discipline
will take place. Before you get to cum tonight you are about to
find out just what I mean by discipline. Of course Sara and Julie
will witness and participate in it.”
I was still leashed by my cock and balls by the scarf and Sara
pulled me along the hallway. We came to the cellar door and
Mistress Marina tool a key and opened it. We all walked down the
stairs with me in the rear. When I got to the bottom of the
stairs I couldn’t believe my eyes. It looked like something out
of a medieval dungeon. There was an X frame on the wall. A pummel
horse stood in the open. There was also a table of sorts near it.
On the walls were some things I couldn’t make out but were straps
of leather and chrome buckles and rings. On one wall were an
assortment of paddles and crops. To say I was scared at this
point was an understatement.
I was brought over to the pummel and strapped down. My ankles had
leather cuffs on them, also my knees and upper thighs. My panties
were lowered and I was then cuffed at the wrists, elbows and
upper arms. I couldn’t move. I heard the doorbell ring and Julie
went to answer it. Meanwhile Mistress Marina had dressed in a
leather outfit that would make a dominatrix green with envy. She
had on a leather bra and panty set, a waist cincher that brought
in her already slim waist down even smaller. Attached to her
cincher was a pair of black stockings. They were so shear that
you really had to look, and only the fact that her legs were
darker and you could see the seams on the full fashion stockings
let you know they were on her. On her feet was a pair of the
highest heels I had ever seen and they shined, I’m sure they were
patent leather. Around her neck was a very pretty scarf, rolled
up and tied so the ends were on either side of her shoulder. She
walked over to the wall and took down a leather-slapper. As she
walked over to me, Julie and a man I had never met entered the
“Hello Marina.” He said. “Is this the sissy boy you told me
“Yes, I would like you to meet Donna. He, err, a, she has been
shown my new playroom for the first time tonight. Sara and Julie
have been invited to see what happens. And as for you, well, you
are here to show Donna what a real man is like. She is going to
be cuckold for the second time tonight, but with some discipline
thrown in for fun.
“Donna, I am going to give you 10 strokes and when I am finished
you will either beg me to cuckold you or you will receive more
With that she started beating my ass. When the first one landed
it stung, it wasn’t as bad as I imagined. By the third stroke my
ass was on flames. I hadn’t thought about how a repetitive stroke
would add on to each other. By the seventh I started to cry. When
the final stroke landed I was ready to beg.
“Please Ma’am, would you make me a cuckold? I beg of you, have
your way with this man in front of me. I can’t take the
“You beg nicely, but I don’t think your being very sincere. I
think I should impress you a bit more.”
The girls and their new friend started to laugh. “Watching this
is great.” Stated Greg. “I have never seen a sissy spanking
Whap, my ass stung again!
Smack, smack, whump, on it went till I had received another 10.
Through my tears I pleaded with her again.
“Mistress, I’m just a sissy. Please make me a cuckold again. I
know it would please you to feel a real man. I know that I am
just a sissy and will never be able to please you. He is handsome
and strong. Please make me a cuckold with him.”
“Greg, do you think she sounds sincere? ”
“Oh yes she’s sincere. She doesn’t want her ass smacked any
Servicing a man for the first time
“Tell me sissy, would you be willing to make him hard with your
mouth for me? Would you get him ready to fuck me in front of you?
Do you want to show Sara and Julie just what a real sissy you’ve
“Please Mistress, anything. It hurts so much. Please!”
Greg walked over to where the sissy was strapped to the pummel.
He took off his pants and shirt, and then his underwear and sox
so he was standing there naked.
“Open wide sissy.” Greg said.
And then he placed his soft cock at my lips. I opened up and he
worked it in. As I started to work it in my mouth I was feeling
very humiliated but at the same time I also started to feel it
grow. And in a way I was proud of being able to make him hard. I
looked over to where Mistress Marina was waiting. I saw that she
had taken off her panties and was playing with the lips of her
Smack! I felt the tip of a riding crop on my ass.
“Don’t be looking at that pussy, sissy, the only way your going
to get any of that is to lick some cum out of it.” Stated Julie
as she gave me another stroke with the crop.
“Yes sissy that’s the way make me real hard for your woman.”
Crack! I felt the paddle on my ass.
“Sissy you’d better do a good job on that cock. I don’t think
your really trying hard enough to make it hard.”
I looked at the skin in front of me. I saw the manly hair. I felt
the cock in my mouth and started sucking on it like it belonged
to a real man. I wasn’t queer. I just was forced to have this
cock in my mouth, but it did taste good. It wasn’t really as bad
as it should have been to my heterosexual self. What I do for
For the love of this woman playing with her pussy in front of me
I was tied down, taking the worst spanking of my life (at least
up till this time) and now I was sucking cock.
“Okay sissy I like what you’re doing to my cock.” With that being
said Greg placed his hands on my face to hold it still and he
started to fuck my mouth with his fully engorged cock. “Take it
cuckold! Take my cock and feel it feel what your woman is going
to feel in her cunt real soon.”
He pushed it in and out again and again and I started to gag as
it hit the back of my throat.
Smack! Wack! I felt both the crop and paddle land.
“Don’t choke on that cock, suck it in like a real sissy would.”
I felt the prick exit my mouth and I kind of missed it being
“That’s enough cuckold. You do that real well just like a girl. I
would give you my cum, but it’s reserved for someone else. Oh
you’ll get it all right but not strait from my cock. You’ll get
second hand cum. You’ll lick it from your woman’s cunt. A cunt
you’ll never get to fuck I might add. She’s told me how you’ll be
a virgin forever. But I won’t. I’m going to fuck your woman right
now and here in front of you, cuckold.”
With that he went over to where Mistress Marina was waiting. She
opened her legs and I could see the wetness. I could see she was
ready for sex. He was ready too and he got next to her. He moved
in between her legs and placed his cock at her pussy lips.
“See cuckold, see where my cock is, its at your woman’s pussy
watch as I enter the place you’ll never go.”
And he did. With one mighty stroke he drove his cock in all the
way. And she was ready. She thrust her hips to except his cock.
She held it there as he started to fuck that beautiful pussy.
Then she lowered her self and started to fuck him back.
I felt a hand cup my balls. The hand belonged to Sara. She worked
her fingers around each ball and around the sack. I started to
get hard. I felt another hand around my cock. The hand belonged
to Julie. As I watched “my woman” getting fucked in front of my
eyes I was being jerked off and had my balls fondled by her
girlfriends. For a few minuets, I was in heaven. Then the hand on
my cock let go and I felt a sting of the crop from Julie. And at
the same time I felt a squeeze on my balls that made me cry out.
Laughing Sara said, “These balls are really useless on a sissy
like you. Why do you have them?”
Giggling at Sara’s remark Julie said, “Maybe she doesn’t need
balls any more? She’s going to remain a virgin.”
Greg said, “See cuckold, see how your woman is responding to a
real man? See how se fucks a real cock?”
And Greg did fuck her. He stroked her deeply and thrust into her
like it was the best thing in the world. And she fucked him back.
Her head was going back and forth. I could see her nostrils
flaring as she sucked in air. I could see the sweat on her as she
responded to his insistent fucking.
“I’m going to cum!” She said. “Oh yes fuck me harder, make me cum
and cum and cum.”
She started bucking on his cock. I heard a throaty moan and then
a scream of pleasure.
“Take it bitch.” He said. “Take my cock and feel it. Feel what a
real man can do to your cunt! Cum on me bitch cum on my cock.”
And she did. And as she started Cumming on him he returned the
“Yes, cum in my pussy cum in me so my sissy can clean all your
man spunk from it.”
He thrust into her one last time and I could see as he kept it
deeply buried in her cunt that it was spasming. He was Cumming
deep in my woman’s cunt as she was Cumming herself.
As they slowed down I felt the hand at my balls again. It rubbed
them and I got real hard again. And then the squeeze, I yelled
“See sissy. See Mistress Marina. See how she’s so fulfilled.
She’s been fucked by a real man, not a small cocked sissy like
you. These balls are useless.”
“Now my sissy cuckold, your going to lick this cum off of me and
out of me. Stick out your tongue.”
As I did she placed her pussy on my tongue. I started to work her
outer lips and tasted his cum. As I worked my tongue to her inner
lips I was greeted with more cum. I licked and sucked the cum.
And when my tongue entered her deepest part I felt a large glob
of cum on my tongue. I was sickened at the thought. I was turned
on at the thought. Although very humiliated I wanted to do a good
job. I didn’t want my ass to be beet anymore so I worked all that
cum out of her. And he had another mini orgasm.
“You do that so well sissy.” She said panting. “You have one more
task. Clean off his cock.”
He came close to me and placed his cock at my lips and I licked
He got dressed and as he walked over to the stairs to leave he
said, “You’re the best cuckold! I’ve never seen a sissy watch his
woman get fucked like that and still be able to clean off the
cock of the man after.” And he walked up the stairs laughing.
“Well sissy you did good, but not good enough to earn you’re cum
tonight. Maybe tomorrow. ”
And she reached under me and attached my chastity belt and they
all went up stairs, turned off the lights and left me.
My life as her maid
In the morning Mistress Marina came down stairs and let me free.
She had me come up to my room. On the bed was a uniform. It was a
day maid’s uniform. It wasn’t the kind you usually see in the sex
mags, but a utility uniform in pink.
“I want you to go and shower, make your self fresh, fix your make
up dress in these things and come and report to me.”
I was tired. I had managed to get some sleep last night, but tied
to the pummel wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. And
what a night it had been. I received my first spankings, and I
had seen my fiancée fucked, not once but twice by two different
men. Where was this all leading?
I showered and used the powder left out for me. It smelled sweet.
I went back to my room and started to get dressed. The bra was a
formidable one. It reminded me of the ones my mother wore in the
fifties. There was a white waist-chincher. It was hard to get all
the clasp hooks done, but I managed after a bit. What surprised
me was the cotton garter belt. Before when I had on a cincher the
garters were attached. I put it on and took the tan stockings and
drew them up my legs. I made sure the seams were strait. Next
came a camisole and half-slip. On top of the half-slip went a set
of crinoline petticoat. It had three layers of ruffles with four-
inch lace at the hem. I put on the dress. It was pink nylon and
looked kind of like a nurse or waitresses uniform. There was a
pinafore apron in white with ruffle trim to go over the top.
I went to Mistress’s room and knocked softly at the door.
“Come on in.”
I entered and found Mistress sitting at her vanity. She was in a
satin robe and looked very beautiful.
“Ah. Your finally here.” She said as she stood. “Come and sit
here I want to start you on your way to learning how to put on
your day makeup.”
For the next hour she showed me how to apply mascara, liquid make
up, eyes (both eye liner for top and bottom) and blusher. Finally
she showed me how to line my lips with a lip liner and how to
fill it in with lipstick. I had to admit looking at my self in
the mirror that my face really looked feminine. My hair was still
kind of boyish looking.
“Well you’re about through here. I want you to brush your hair
into some kind of feminine style. I know its not long yet, but it
is longer than most boys and your going to have to like a girl.”
“May I ask a question? Ma’am.”
“Normally I wouldn’t but this is all new to you and I guess you
have the right to find out what you need to know.”
“Why? Why are you turning me into a girl?”
“I’m not turning you into a girl, at least not yet.” She reached
over and touched my chastity, “You still have all your boy parts.
I am making you into a submissive sissy. I like the idea that you
do this willingly. I really love the part where I cuckold you and
humiliate you, and you still come back for more. You even signed
your self over to me.
“Dominance is something that women have had to endure through out
the ages. Now you, my sissy boy, are going to feel the full force
of FemDom. I want to be dominant. I want to have control. It
turns me on. Just seeing you like this makes me wet. Kneel down
and smell me. (I did) See how it turns me on to be doing this to
you. And last night when I took my lovers in front of you, it was
more than just sex. I could have had sex with them anytime I
wanted. It was better to look at you.
“It made me even hotter to see the look in your face as I sucked
cock and then got it in my pussy. Then the second time after your
spanking, not only did I see you getting green with envy but I
could see your humiliation and embarrassment at being spanked
both before it happened and during it. I could see how frustrated
you looked when my friends played with you as I got fucked. I
really could see the frustration when they stopped. It was fun.
And I am planning to have much more fun at your expense.
“Now run along and get to work. You have to clean the house,
vacuum the rugs, dust and wash the dishes. While your doing that
I am going to relax. It was a long night and I am tired. You
still haven’t earned your orgasm and if you want to you had
better do a good job.”
K wasn’t sure what to wear; she was distracted, and less certain of herself than usual. This wasn’t unexpected, she’d been thinking about this evening for two months now. She tried to focus again on her clothes, picking up her silken black suspenders, her tightly fitting corset and figure-hugging black dress. Was she really going to wear this to an interview? Leaving the clothes on her bed, she sat down by her vanity and toweled her hair dry. Her golden hair shimmered in the sunbeams as she tamed it. She smiled as she combed it, she’d always been so proud of her hair, and with good reason, as she’d been complimented on it as long as she could remember. Her golden skin offset her sky blue eyes. She was beautiful. Lost in her reverie, she glimpsed her bed through the mirrors eye. She frowned as the memory of two months ago came flooding back…
She’d been so excited; it had been her first interview for work since finishing her Master’s In Education from the prestigious University of Mainz. But not only that, it was for the sister college of Kolleg St. Blasien, the premier Gymnasium in the Upper Rhine region! She’d known she only had a little experience, but she’d worked and studied so hard, and for so long; finally, it was her chance to impress! She’d dressed impeccably, she’d thought at the time, in a light blue suit, high collared shirt and her hair tied back. Looking back she wondered if she’d sensed the slightly off-key atmosphere on arrival. Or was it a false memory, caused by the evening? For a start, there was the time, who had heard of an interview at eight in the evening? Yet she’d arrived promptly, ten minutes ahead of time. She’d look at the gothic knocker on the high black door for a moment before announcing herself. She’d been greeted by a friendly man, with a jovial, red face. He’d led her up three flights of red-carpeted stairs and into an ornate study…
Sitting at a large desk was a woman in a white dress. While the red-faced man had taken his seat beside her, K had taken a minute to study her interviewer. She was pale, with flowing black hair, and a look of concentration on her face as coolly regarded K. “Sit down”, she’d instructed, and K obeyed instinctively. She took her position on the small wooden chair across from them. She’d smiled at them, hoping to quell her nerves. It was returned by the red-faced man, who beamed at her; but not by the woman in white, who merely said, “Let us begin”.
Two intense hours of questions and answers followed. Whenever the man relaxed her with a joke or a supportive word, the woman would cut in and change the topic. Teaching strategies, phonology, her experiences with challenging students, her classroom management skills; all were examined and queried by the unrelenting pair. Her mouth grew dry, and her voice cracked slightly from the strain. Had she caught a hint of pleasure from the woman as she’d teased K with a sip from her iced goblet? Struggling to overcome her weariness she’d answered her last question, on the merits of Mark Twain as a social commentator, when she’d gotten her first shock…
“Would you like a drink?”
The voice resonated and reverberated from the leathered books on the walls. She’d turned with a start, licking her lips involuntarily. How had she not seen him? He’d stepped lightly out of the shadows by the window. She’d swallowed, almost painfully, as she’d seen him in the light.
He was tall, with black hair and piercing blue eyes, and he smiled at her consternation. Moving forward, she’d caught the flash of silver on his wrist as he extended his left hand to her. She still hadn’t said a word as his hands enveloped her soft, warm hands in a caressing handshake. She’d felt the hidden power of well-used muscles in his fingers and she swallowed once more.
“I don’t like to repeat myself, Miss K, but, since this is your first interview, I will. Would you like a drink?”
She’d nodded, and whispered, where had her voice gone?
He’d smiled gently at her, let go her hands and returned with a silver goblet. She’d been greedy, gulped when she should have sipped. Warm, heady, honeyed alcohol ran through her like embers…
“Miss K”, he’d said, “you’re extremely intelligent, well-mannered and capable of dealing with…” he’d lingered for a split second before continuing, “demanding situations. But I require more from my staff. There is a power in life experiences that you need. A teacher needs to lead by example, and for studies and achievements, you will excel. However I don’t feel you’ve explored yourself fully, see the hidden depths within yourself, you’ve lived in the sunshine for too long, and you need to journey through the darkness to be a guide in the future. You need to experience pure pain, and with that pure pleasure in order to reveal you’re true nature.”
His words, the alcohol, and her tired mind had combined, she’d exclaimed, “what do you mean?”
Leaning forwards and taking her un-offered hands, he’d smiled again and said, “Come back at the same time in two months’, and I’ll both tell you and show you.” He’d lifted her then, raising her hands, and with it her, until she was looking up into his eyes. He’d guided her then, still holding her hands, until they stood at the doorway.
“The French believe a woman’s sensuality for the day begins with what they choose to wear; next time, wear clothing to match your true nature.” With those words, he’d opened the door, escorted her through and closed it behind her.
On her way home, her thoughts had jumbled together, a mix of flushed nerves, warmth, and a release of tension. What were pure pain and pleasure? She had had lovers, she knew what pleasure was; yet still the thoughts of accepting his guidance and control caused her pupils to dilate, her lips to open slightly and her breath to deepen. She wondered at his effect on her. And she thought, “Yes! This something I want to try. I’m young, free and I want to see where this will lead”.
Her hair was finished, it shimmered as she got up, cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She dressed with care, she wanted to impress him, but more than that, she had listened to his words since then, and yes, she had started to feel the sensuality of what she wore. She teased herself by wearing revealing, silken underwear to her friends’ parties. Her orgasms had become more intense as she’d imagined scenarios of his long fingers guiding her, she held motionless by his voice, motionless to his will in that room. She couldn’t pinpoint it, how could a voice and fingers cause such intense pleasure, for such a small loss of control? She’d tried to rationalize it in daylight, but by moonlight, her senses took over, and she went in to her darker half.
She was ready. Taking one last deep breath, she stepped out, into the night…
She was admitted wordlessly, but not silently, the great bell clanging through the ancient testament to learning. She climbed the stairs in trepidation, not knowing what to expect when she entered the room. The door was ajar, and there was an expectant silence from within.
The room was similar, yet slightly different, from before. The same books lined the walls, the heavy curtains still let streams of light shine in, and the heavy desk still commanded her view. He sat behind it, fingers splayed on it, as he watched her approach. But there was no chair for her.
She approached steadily, watching him defiantly. She had mastered her fear, she was a daughter of the Moselle, with a lineage that stretched back to antiquity; she would not be cowed by a man for no reason, and certainly not for words spoken two months ago. She stood before him, crossed her arms and waited…
“Put your hands by your sides” he commanded. Her hands dropped, and her chin lifted slightly. He cocked his head to one side as he considered her poise and her beauty.
Her breasts pushed out against her corset, her thigh muscles were framed by her silken stockings and her glowing skin contrasted perfectly with her short, black cocktail dress. Her sun kissed hair silhouetted her voluptuous frame in gold and summer. ‘She was a perfect contradiction’, he thought to himself, the dark desires and the golden disposition.
“Are you willing to be trained?” he asked at last. She nodded an affirmation, but he frowned, and said, “Answer when you are asked a question. A nod can be involuntary, words have power”.
“Yes”, she replied.
“Yes, to what?” he queried, firmly yet gently. She knew he was guiding her voice. ‘Why this insistence on specifics’, she wondered.
“Yes, I am ready to be trained”, she answered…
“Frau Kaninchen, you’ve never been trained before, have you?”
“No Sir”, he frowned, “No, Sir, I’ve never been trained before”, she completed.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, looking deep in to her sapphire blue eyes.
She bit her lip briefly, “I don’t trust you yet…Sir”
“Then today we will work on trust; trust, obedience and control. Today, you will control your restraint, you will show me that you can, and will, obey me. And I will show you that I won’t pass your limit. Although I will test them” he added with a smile. It was infectious, she smiled back.
And then he was on his feet. He looked down at her, matching her unflinching gaze. She saw the icy glint in his fiery blue eyes, and she wondered, ‘was this a mistake?’…
“This is a Test. I’m going to hurt you, a lot. And it’s for you to decide when I stop. If you pass my number, then you pass the test and you will move in on Monday for two months. If you fail, then we will never see each other again. Do you agree?”
She gritted her teeth, looked back in to his eyes, and answered, “Yes, I agree.”
“Put your hands, palms down, fingers spread on the desk.”
She stepped forwards, and he immediately stopped her. “No, remain standing where you were.” She retreated and looked down; she was almost a metre from the desk. Carefully she stretched her arms out, ready to catch herself if she fell. Bending her knees she could reach it, and she did so.
“Straighten your legs.”
He was remorseless, she thought with a growing excited nervousness. She stood, balanced, her fingers flat to the dark wood and her head barely higher than her back.
“Arch your back, and look forward.” Directly across from her was a silver rimmed mirror and she could see herself outlined in it…
He reveled in her figure as he strode around her and the desk. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs, revealing the tops of her suspenders. He lifted it up above her delicate black underwear; her ass was heart shaped and perfect.
He waited a moment, drinking in the sumptuous view she presented. And she was aware of his desire, a smile escaped her lips. But the ice frosted his eyes, and he measured her will as he traced the outline of her silken buttocks with his fingertips. Her breathing deepened but she didn’t flinch from his touch.
“Count for me” he breathed in to her ear.
The first strike from his hand caught her perfectly on her right buttock, sending a jolt of pain along her back, and down to her fingers. She gasped, but said nothing.
“I said count” he repeated, and this time there was an edge in the spank, a sting that sent a shiver along her.
“One, two,” she quickly said…
“Frau K, you’ve made me repeat myself. For this error I’ll double your test. And be warned, if you lift a hand from the desk, or move your feet, you fail”.
With these words he began in earnest. This time there was little gentleness in his hands, the strikes continued, alternating between cheeks, reddening her skin and eliciting deeper and deeper gasps from her trembling lips.
K continued to count, even as each slap stung her. She moaned as he increased the pace; had he been teasing her! ‘Could she continue?’ her thoughts trembled in her mind, jarred as she focused again on the count. ‘God, the Count!”.
He paused, and walked around to face her across the desk. “How many?”, he murmured as he caressed her glistening face; oh so gently!
She shook her head, but then tried anyway, “37?” she queried.
“35”. His eyes frosted, “we’ll start again…”
She nodded wordlessly; she would pass his test she promised herself.
Each cheek was already sensitive from her earlier spanking, and this time he was equally unmerciful. Each cheek was punished; each cheek was pushed to her limits and then released as he would work on the other. She thought at times she would scream, or cry, but she focused on her count. Almost sobbing her numbers out as each blow fell on her bare skin.
At thirty six he stopped, he kissed her tenderly on her marks, gently but insistently he cooled her fevered skin and slowly her breathing returned to normal. She was trembling, her body wracked with the desire she could feel within them both.
He calmed her, bringing her slowly to stand while holding her against himself so that she did not fall as she swayed.
“You passed the second test, yet failed the first. You may continue your training, yet I cannot fully reward you, yet. Congratulations; enjoy your next few days of freedom, and I’ll see you in three days”.
She smiled in triumph, and walked out, in to the night…
She shifted her weight from one knee to the other, testing the leeway as she sank a little in to the velvety fleece. She had a little, but not much. The heavy, black shackles on her ankles kept her feet stretched apart. Her knees were ensnared in soft and unyielding rope, spreading her thighs. She looked up to the black coils that pulled her slender arms in to the darkness above her. A bead of seat traced its way down her back, leaving its salt taste on her golden skin.
She shivered as she looked about her, everywhere she saw herself; her helpless form reflected in eight silvered mirrors. Her hands were bound and tied to silver hoops high above the bed. Her head and hair were completely free; he wanted her to see herself. Her gold and his silver, was there an analogy here to the sun and the moon she thought to herself.
The dark bruises on her buttocks, his marks, were the only flaws on her otherwise perfect body. She winced as she thought of the pain of the last three days…
She’d gotten the train home, standing all the way. Her thoughts chasing each other, she still couldn’t remember the journey clearly, not one passenger noticed or cared for. Elated, giddy and unthinking, she’d fallen in to her bed and slept a dark, dreamless sleep. The next day she’d gotten in to the shower, and shrieked when the hot water sluiced over the raised red welts of his hands. She’d been more careful since, sponging herself, applying Aloe Vera sap and patting herself gently dry. She didn’t sit down for two days. By the third her bruises had appeared; dark blue fingers covered her from just below her back down to her upper thighs.
She’d traced the marks with her fingers; remembering which had made her wince, or sob, or which had torn a tear from her proud eyes. But she had passed her trial by hand, and now she was going back for two things, her punishment for loosing count, and her reward for reaching 36…
He stood before her, stripped to the waist, lean and wiry and smiling darkly at her. In his hands was a black flogger; long, thin strips of leather bound in a silvered handle. He balanced it with his hand as he ran his eyes over her lush body. Her breasts were roped upwards and tied against her body. Her nipples were large, her areolae wide and inviting; and such a delicious pink!
K had always felt self-conscious of her breasts, they were beautifully large and shapely, and men always noticed them. In fact, she’d often thought ruefully, it was often the only thing they’d seen in her. She’d tried to hide them, often wearing loose fitting tops, and never showing her cleavage as her friends had done. And now they were brutally exposed, the light blue veins through her translucent skin, the full weight of them bound in soft black rope.
“They say a woman’s libido can be measured by the width of her areola, the larger the diameter, the greater the sex drive, as if she had stronger animal instincts.” He held her chin up so that they looked each other fully in the eyes.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes Sir, I am ready,” She’d learned her first lesson well…
The clamps bit deeply, and she gasped as they first pinched her nipples, and then pulled them as he attached the weights to the connecting chain. The pain was intense and continuous. She practiced her breathing, struggling to retain control, she focused on the stretch in her arms, trying to block out thoughts of her nipples.
“I’m going to flog you now. Do you know what you have to do?”
“Yes Sir”, she nodded, “I have to count the strokes”.
“Exactly so”, he smiled wolfishly at her.
The first blow caught her low on the back, the things wrapping around her slender waist to sting her exposed midriff. She panted, swallowed, and said, “One Sir”.
The second was higher; it caught the underside of her right breast, making her wince and twist. ‘Leeway, Ha!’ there was only enough to squirm under his lashes. The strikes continued, caressing her back and belly with stings. At twelve he paused, smiled again, and said,
“This will hurt….”
The leather straps curled, flashed and landed with a slap across her left nipple. The tears welled in her eyes as she stuttered, ‘thirteen…sir”.
“Louder”, he insisted.
“Thirteen Sir,” she sobbed out.
He paused, “Can you continue?”
Taking a deep breath, she looked up at him, “Yes Sir, I can continue”.
He smiled, “Good, the next will be quicker”. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen and eighteen, all flashed by. She was flogged front and back; her nipples and breasts screamed at her as she shouted her count. They continued, hard and fast, this was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. And the pace continued to increase.
There was nothing but the storm for her. It flashed strikes against her, and it crashed as she continued to shout. Her senses were ablaze, no thoughts, only a crescendo of pain. She clung to her rock of numbers as she crested the wave, threw back her head, and shrieked,”Thirty-six Sir!”
Her head slumped and her body shook as she trembled from the receding waves…
She shook as his teeth bit firmly on the nape of her neck. One hand pulled her hair and head back. Another was at her drenched labia, teasing his way clear. There was the slightest touch on her swollen clitoris and she gasped at the intensity of her reaction. Her neurons were hardwired to her senses and they snapped from pain to pleasure with one flick of his fingers as his hand held himself firmly against her pelvic bone.
She thrust against him, feeling the unyielding strength she thrust deeper. He moved with her, letting her control the speed, but always demanding extra depth. His fingers moved against her inner wall, and the upper ridge of his palm was firm against her clitoris.
She could feel her climax coming on, deepening her breath. Her areolae and nipples were a crimson red and the muscles knotted in her thighs and upper arms as she strained against her bonds.
It came on suddenly, before she’d had time to think, waves of pleasure swept through her. Her back arched and her abdomen pushed and thrust against his hand. Her orgasm filled her, deepening as it echoed and reverberated through her head and heart. She moaned from her soul to the dark…
Her shackles were unlocked, her knees released; and when the ropes slid off her breasts and wrists, she collapsed on to the fleece. She was shaking and her mind was numb. Then, he was there. He caressed and held her as her breathing slowed. Her body stopped trembling as he soothed her shattered nerves. As he felt her return, he lifted her face, oh so tenderly, and she opened her eyes in to his.
There was a world shared between them in that moment. He had tapped in to her core, past her thresholds for sensuality and in to the realms beyond. He had embraced her in her pain and her pleasure, and she was caught like her namesake, a Rabbit caught by her Hunter. She was trapped, and he had caught her…
She moaned again in her blindness. The heavy leather kept her eyes shut against the flickering candles, but her mouth was free and she gasped again as the vibrations changed rhythm. She shifted her position and pushed the vibrator tighter against herself. There was so little give, her head was free, but it hung backwards over the edge of the bench. Her ankles were bound to the roof, black leather shackles kept her legs pulled upwards. Her hands were bound against the side of the leathered bench she lay on. Her body was fixed, three black straps crossed it, one above her breasts, one below them and another tightly bound her midriff.
The bench she lay on was slick with her sweat and juices. The insistent vibrations continued to pulse against her clitoris. Her gasps and pants increased, her breathing deepened and she felt another orgasm coming on. Her skin was slick with sweat; it pooled at her neck and ran down in to her glistening hair. As the orgasm ripped through her, she screamed it to him. His control, her desire, his need and her abandon combined in the darkness…
She had started her torment naked, standing in the darkened dungeon, high in the tower of Jäger’s home. The bench and chains, the cross against the wall and the wall of whips and floggers had terrified her. Her mind would grasp what one could do before another swam before her eyes.
Naked, she’d felt defenseless, and then she was. She’d obeyed all his commands, directly and with pride in what had developed between them. But this was such a deep submission. Her eyes still shone with the sapphire blue of her youth, but they were tempered in silver by the wisdom of what she’d discovered within herself.
He started her on the cross, bound against the wood, he clamped and weighted her nipples and then flogged her unmercifully. After each beating, came the release. He’d sluice her down with warm oil and then tease her in to orgasm. There was a will in the way he controlled her, and her pain and pleasure increased with each session.
Next had been the bench, her ass curved to his hands as she’d held the wooden sides tightly. She still counted for him, and he always checked to make sure she got it right. When she was red and raw he slowed, stopped and caressed her. His tongue brought on her next orgasm, tasting, drinking and reveling in her delicious juices.
Then the blindfold, her chained ankles and her bound body. He waxed her shining skin first, covering her lush breasts with hot liquid. But then the vibrator started, he’d tied it so that it pressed against her. The rhythm changed and moved with her, the harder she pressed, the faster it went…
Slowly her trembling receded. His hands and tongue cleaned the salty liquids from her quivering body.
“Oh God” she gasped. His tongue was flicking against her throbbing maidenhood.
“Could she take more?” she frantically formed the thought before it was swept away in her sensory overload. Tears started, and she sobbed as her body responded once again to him.
But not yet, J took off her blindfold, and looked in to her trembling eyes. He stood behind her, and she could only look at him fully by letting her head drop back. He was naked.
She felt helpless, her mouth open from leaning back and there in front of her eyes, his erect cock. She licked her lips in invitation. There was power in him and she embraced it with longing in her mouth and eyes.
She whispered, “Please…”
Again, that half smile of his, “As you wish.”
She licked his length as he ran it over her face. Her mouth was hungry for him and she squirmed against her restraints to get closer. She wanted to worship him, to take his cock in her and be filled by it. Her questing mouth followed him as he teased them both. Finally he relented…
His two hands held her hair and head. He moved his thumbs to her mouth; she opened it wide and willingly. He slid in. Her mouth and throat were open to him and he moved in slowly, deliberately and relentlessly. One hand moved to her throat, cupping her slender neck firmly, the other held fast to her golden hair, keeping her head fully back and down against the hard wood.
He worked her. Her mouth filled with saliva so that it fell out of her gaping mouth. It covered her face and ran in to her hair. His cock grew larger as she lubricated it with her glands. It ran in and out smoothly as she got it wetter and wetter. He changed his thrusts, sometimes slowly filling her until she gagged on him and sometimes he’d only let the tip enter her as he quickly thrust in to her.
Slowly he moved his engorged head deeper than it had gone before. It pressed down in to her throat and he stopped. His hand massaged her choking throat, and his other held her hair in its iron grip. Her eyes watered as he slowly counted down from ten. She couldn’t breathe and her body arched against its bonds. Even as her legs kicked the chains that held them she heard the last “One” and he withdrew. The tears and saliva covered her beautiful face. But there was no end in sight…
She had become his plaything, trapped in his dungeon, but she knew it was her passions and desires that had truly trapped her. She had entered happily, almost playfully, and now she was his. Her orgasms had given him an intense power over her, her mouth was his to do with as he pleased.
There was nothing but his cock and her mouth. She could feel his orgasm coming on, the taste of salty pre cum in her mouth and the tightening grip of his hands. His primal instincts were taking control, his breathing turned in to bestial noises and she responded by rocking her head against him faster.
It came on quickly, three final thrusts, three final gasps and then his guttural howl as his release came. His cum hit the back of her throat as he orgasmed in her mouth. She swallowed convulsively as the hot liquid continued to flow in to her.
She slurped and swallowed it all, licking his cock clean, and drinking the last drops from him. She smiled up at him. She had felt the shift in the dynamic, and now took the power from him by her submission to him. He withdrew his glistening cock from her mouth, she was a mess but he cleaned and kissed her streaked face. And as he smiled at her she smiled back. He whispered, “Thank you” and her smile grew wider…