‘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 …
The Sun is setting as we are driving to the coast. I am so happy that I was able to surprise you with this mini-vacation getaway. A weekend at a beachfront resort, dinner tonight at a 5-star restaurant, all the makings to a perfect Valentine’s weekend.
Pulling to the front of the resort I open your door hand you the room key. “Mistress, go make yourself comfortable in the room, I am going to park the car and bring up your luggage”.
Pulling into the parking garage, and unloading your bags, I am dreaming how romantic this weekend will be. your cock swelling in it cage locked tightly since New Year’s Eve.
The room is beautiful, overlooking the pool and tropical oasis, with a picture-perfect view of the setting sun into the ocean.
Upon entering the room, you run up to me giving me a big kiss jamming your tongue into my mouth. Looking deep into my eyes “ Slut, the room is perfect, someone is going to be fucked so hard tonight they are going to forget their name”! your Cock Straining even harder in it entrapment.
“Mistress I got you a little present to wear to dinner tonight”. Reaching into my bag I pull out a couple of boxes.
I love giving you gifts and seeing how much you enjoy them. You open the first box, a sexy black evening dress. Box number two reveals matching Black panties, bra, garter belt, and stockings. Box three, sexy fuck me pumps.
You jump into my arms Kissing me again “tonight will be a night to remember slut”.
“Slut, while I get dressed, could you go down and order champagne, I would like to have a chilled bottle in the room for after dinner”.
Heading to the concierge desk to arrange the chilled champagne, I am dreaming of tonight, it has been over two and a half months since my last orgasm, and sounds like tonight will be the end of that. But that has not been true for you, while I have been orgasm-free for that time, you have been having many, my mouth and tongue have supplied many of them, and your newest lover, who’s cock seems to be endlessly hard.
Returning to the room, you look beautiful in your new outfit, I can’t help but drop to my knees and kiss your feet in your new shoes, “Mistress I am the luckiest slave in the world”.
Laughing you say “We will see “, as we head down to our dinner reservation.
We sit across from each other, you order a bottle of champagne. The waiter returns with two glasses and the bottle, pouring the glasses and setting them before us. Picking up the Glasses to toast the night.
You look deep into my eyes at the same time I feel your foot tickling my balls under the table, your Cock so hard in its cage, feeling like it will explode.
“Slut, I have a little surprise for you” reaching into your purse you pull out a small jar filled with your champagne. You reach over and take away the glass of champagne the waiter poured me. “ go to the bar and get a new champagne glass for yourself”.
When I return to the table my mouth drops…………… sitting next to you is your latest lover. The two of you kissing and fondling each other like honeymooners.
I sit back down shocked, you grab my new glass and pour your champagne into it.
Looking into my eyes “ here’s to a night we won’t soon forget”. we toast the night. And you and your lover kiss deeply and passionately.
“Slut, when I said upstairs…. Someone was going to be fucked so hard they would forget their name…… you didn’t think that was going to be you, did you” and you and your lover almost cry laughing.
“slut, finish drinking the precious champagne I allowed you and go wait in the car, tonight is for lovers”
I quickly drink down your champagne, just as I am leaving you to reach under your skirt and pull off your new panties, “slut, I won’t be needing these tonight, plus they are soooooo wet from me thinking about this big cock” as you rub your lovers bulge.
Feeling defeated, but knowing I want you to be pleased sexually on such a romantic night I crawl into the back seat of the car. Bring your panties to my nose and inhaling your wonderful scent to which I am addicted to and would do anything for. your Cock forever trapped in its tight prison.
About two hours later, I get a text from you to come back in. When I get to the table the two of you are giddy from the champagne, still kissing unable to keep your hands off each other.
As the waiter stands by the table you look at me “Slut, Pay the waiter for our meal”.
You, Your lover and the waiter all laugh as I reach into my wallet to pay for the 5-star dinner you just ate.
Looking at the waiter you tell him to wrap up whatever scraps are left on your plates and to give them to me for my dinner. “ Give the dog his doggie Bag”
As the three of us leave the restaurant to head to the elevator you look at me “where do you think you’re going slut, you are sleeping in the car tonight and one other little surprise, open the box in the trunk and read the instructions”.
I open the trunk get the box to bring it into the back seat. Opening it I see your ejaculating dildo and many condoms full of cum. You write “ fill the ejaculating dildo with one of the condoms, then suck the dildo till you get a text that my lover has cum, then pump his cum from the dildo into your mouth, then refill it and repeat, every time he cums up here, I want you to experience it there”.
I jam the dildo into my mouth knowing I would do anything to please you and share this wonderful night with you.
Summoned to service
While I am laying in the back seat of your car, I am thankful, when you bought this car with the money I earned for you, you got the really dark tint on all the windows. Still, the idea of me laying in the back seat In a parking garage, Dildo in my mouth, panties over my nose, and a cock rock hard in it cage has my mind swirling with lust and how much I love serving you.
But I am quickly snapped out of my dream world as I get a text from you that your lover has just cum while giving you a mind-blowing orgasm.
I know what to do, I squeeze the cum filled bulb, injecting the cum filled dildo into my mouth, swallowing down youר lover’s cum. This process goes on for hours till finally the texts stop and I drift off to sleep.
I am awakened to a text from you telling me to come up to your suite. Slightly tired, my mouth sore from being stretched all night sucking your dildo and pumping cum into for hours. My stomach growls, I have only had scrapes from your plates and condoms full of cum all night.
I knock, your naked lover opens the door. As I enter, the room smells of sex, my senses are overwhelmed, my cock hardens, painfully trapped in its cage at the sights and smells.
Your lover joins you back on the bed, the two of you kissing as you spread your legs summoning me over. I crawl between your spread thighs, your pussy raw from the night of passion covered in your dried juices and your lovers caked cum,
As I gently lick and suck you clean you stroke your lover’s cock. His hard cock huge in comparison to my cage little dick. “slut look at this huge cock while you suck me clean.” My eyes lock on your hands stroking his man meat.
“Slut, are you enjoying the nice breakfast we prepared for you all night.” As the two of you laugh.
Your lover starts to moan “Slut, get your mouth up here, he is about to cum, and I think it is time you got his cum right from the source.”
I move my open mouth towards his cock, just as he is blowing a huge load you push my head down jamming his cock to the back of my throat, I have no choice but to swallow his warm thick load.
I gag and choke as the two of you embrace kicking me aside.
“slut get the fuck out of here, we are going to spend our day at the beach and pool. We will text you whenever we need something and you better be quick about it or there will be hell to pay when we get home.”
I rent a basement apartment from a thirty-something couple with two kids. Usually by ten in the morning the whole family is gone.
If I'm horny and on a work-at-home day I'll be in the joint laundry room trying on (and sniffing and licking) the wife's (her
name is Jenni) worn lingerie.
One such morning I was dolled up like a little whore and had just been caught by Tom the husband. (For those who care, I was
wearing a black satin and lace teddy, matching garter belt, seemed black stockings, 4 1/2" black pumps, and shoulder-length
blonde wig.) I was on my knees, rubbing my cock trough the satin teddy while licking and sucking the sexy crotch of a pair of
Jenni's heavily soiled panties. I had no idea how long he'd been there but amidst my panty worship I heard a cough. Looking up
horrified, and at the same time incredibly aroused.
I have no idea what I said but he said something like "You little fucking sissy! Those are my wife's panties..."
He grabbed them from me. He was staring down at me and I could see the huge bulge in the front of his jeans, it was only four or five inches from my open mouth.
"Have you got a thing for my wife, or will any dirty panties do?"
"Any dirty panties..." I moaned.
"I can see how hard you are from smelling them." He looked down at the saliva-moistened panties. "You want to know something else
you little whore... these are the panties I fucked her in a couple nights ago, so not only are you smelling and tasting her
sexy cunt, you're tasting and licking up my dried sperm."
I closed my eyes and almost came in my satin teddy.
"That turns you on doesn't it? You're a dirty little slut, aren't
"Yessss" I whispered, eyes looking down at the floor.
"It's been a few years, but I know just what someone like you
I heard the zipper of his jeans and looked at his crotch longingly. At any moment I was expecting to wake in my bed,
panties and satin pajamas pumped full of a wet-dream's cum, but didn't. Instead Tom reached inside his jeans and pulled out a
tremendous prick. I watched, as freed from his jeans it grew and grew. Finally the tip of his shiny knob was brushing my lips. I
went to lick him and he pulled away. I looked at him begging with my eyes and mewing my need to suck his hard bone.
"Let me suck it pl-ple-pleaaaase"
"Oh no sissy, this isn't the way you're going to get it, I'm gonna give you a treat you'll love, but then I'm gonna think and
then think some more about how to really USE you, the way you need to be used..."
He was stroking his cock, sliding his fist up and down his veined shaft, squeezing his cock head every time his fingers grasped it.
His eyes were closed and I saw his face soften while his body stiffened. I've been on my knees in front of another man enough
times to know he was a moment from cumming. He opened his eyes halfway and I saw him looking at me, I was hoping he was seeing a
young willing woman on her knees, begging for a chance to suck or at least lick his hard bone, or maybe his hairy balls! Then I saw
his left hand cup the tip of his purple glans and he was grunting and bucking his hips into the air.
"Ohhh fucker yessss..." he groaned as the cum spurt from him, I could see his heavy balls contracting and twitching as every
spurt pumped out.
In a minute he was done. He took a half a step towards me and pulled his left hand away. My mouth was watering as I saw a thin
ribbon of cum drip from the tip of his cock. I watched it travel to the floor and sighed at the waste. He took another small step;
I looked up and without being asked or commanded opened my mouth.
His right hand went to the back of my neck, "Ohhhh...Yessss!" I
"I can't believe how hungry you are for my cock..."
"...I'm such a slut, I love sucking other men's cocks..." I
"I can fucking tell... but not today..." His right hand tightened
on my neck. "Stroke your little sissy thing while I give you your
I reached between my legs and cupped my balls and satin encased
cock, rubbing them slowly. His left hand flashed into view. He
was holding his wife's soiled panties.
"Not only are you going to lick clean my wife's three day-old
cum-stained panties, but I've given you a fresh stringy load of
my hot sperm to sweeten the taste."
He opened the panties and emptied the huge globs of fresh sperm
into my mouth. I sucked it down greedily. Having had almost no
time to get warmed up before cumming, his sperm was indeed
stringy, hot and thick as I swirled it around over my tongue. Too
soon my dirty feast was over.
"You loved every minute of that didn't you my little sweet
"Yess I did, I loved swallowing your thick cum, specially the
thought of your wife's cunt mixed in." I was trembling, a few
short strokes from cumming and finally pumping my lingerie full
of hot sperm.
He smiled and placing three fingers behind the now-sticky crotch
slid it between my lips. "Suck it like a cock while I tell you a
I sucked the cotton, extracting the pungent taste and smell. He
moved the panties in and out of my mouth like a cock. He bent
down and brought his mouth to my ear.
"When Jenni is really horny, and she knows a regular cunt-
thrashing fuck just wont do it..." He cupped my sensitive balls
and continued, "When she really needs it, she'll scream out for
me... do you have any idea what she begs for?" I shook my head
no. "My cute, little, petite wife screams for me to fuck her ass,
she screams for me to ride her tight ass like a street whore..."
Jenni had an incredible backside, curved, full and perfectly
shaped, the thought of Tom fucking her ass with his huge tool
made my head reel, and made me insanely jealous.
"Of course I do what she asks, I flip her onto her hands and
knees, pull her panties down an inch or two, spread her sexy
little white cheeks and bang her ass like a whore. She loves it."
He was squeezing my balls, and rubbing his finger between them,
almost as if he were stroking a woman's clit. "Then you know what
I do when I'm done, when I've pumped her tight dark butt-hole
full of my creamy sperm?"
"Hnmmm" was all I could say shaking my head no, while sucking her
"I pull up her panties nice and tight and then roll her over.
While she sucks my cock clean, all of my cum oozes out of her
well-fucked ass, soaking those panties wet with my cum and who
knows what else. She told me she loves waking up in those crispy,
cum-soaked panties, because she says it makes her feel right in
her place, perfectly like a woman." I was light-headed; a second
from ejaculating when he finally said what I knew was next. "Two
nights ago, I fucked her like that, so you're not just sucking
her pussy and my cum, you're sucking her ass and two loads of my
He squeezed my balls harshly and I slumped forward cumming, every
ounce of liquid in my body seemed on its way out my cock-hole as
I came and came and came. Shuddering with each spurt, my cock and
balls were soon swimming in sperm as I pumped my lingerie full.
Finally it soaked through the thin satin and began dripping onto
the floor below me.
Tom whispered one last thing before standing, "One day would you
like me to turn you over and ride your tight little butt-hole
until I fill it with a couple of hot steamy loads of my sperm?
Would you like that sissy?"
"Yess... yess... yess"
"Yes who?!" he said with authority while squeezing my super
"Yes... ma... ma... Master..."
He chuckled and stood up. "I'll let you know what comes
next...you have no idea how exciting this is..." he turned and
walked away tucking away his glorious cock and zipping his pants
I rolled onto my back and stroked my hard-again cock to another
The next night I came home to find a note slid under my door. The
hand-written letter said:
Slave, from this day forward you must NEVER ejaculate
except in my presence. You may masturbate, if you enjoy
being sexually frustrated, but never cum without me.
Three nights later I came home to find another note slid under my
door, it said simply:
Slave, Wear something sexy and meet me in the laundry room
at 5:30 tomorrow morning. You had better be on time.
I had almost ten hours to kill. My heart was pounding as I got
undressed. My little cock was standing straight up! I needed
release, but knew that I would never be able to lie to my new
I dug through my bottom drawer and found the tiny spandex panty
girdle a previous boyfriend had bought for me. It hadn't fit
then, and I'd put on a few pounds since, but I thought it would
do what I needed it to do. I shimmied into it and pulled it
tight. I love tight panties, and spandex usually only encourages
the hardening of my boy-clit, but luckily there comes a point
where the tightness stops me from functioning, the girdle was way
past that point. I pulled the satin robe around my shoulders and
proceeded to make a light dinner.
Though my clit was no longer hard, Tom kept creeping into my
mind, how would his cock feel inside me? How would he dominate
me? How far was he going to take the Master-slave relationship?
I'd never fallen into a dom-sub relationship so lightly; it was
scary but also so exciting.
I knew I wasn't going to sleep so I figured I would at least rest
my eyes, so around 10:00 I set my alarm, turned the light off and
rolled over, trying to sleep. Of course, with nothing but
darkness to keep me company my mind raced through every dark
secret fantasy I'd ever had. At some point I did finally fall
asleep because the alarm woke me up at 4:15.
I jumped out of bed and peeled the panty girdle off. Jumping into
the shower I trimmed where any other girl might trim, and shaved
my legs, before rinsing and stepping into the cool bathroom. One
of the things I had thought about while falling asleep had been
what to wear. I had decided though obviously not a virgin, that
the virginal look would be sexy. I pulled out the white satin
teddy, ironed the folds out of it and slipped it over my
shoulders. I reached between my legs and almost snapped the three
delicate fasteners before remembering another thought from the
I reached into my night table and pulled out the blue tube of
lubricant and the clear plastic plunger (once used by a
girlfriend for spermicidal jelly) I squeezed the tube until the
plunger was filled. Rolling onto my back I hoped I would get to
enjoy the feeling of my Master's thick dick up my ass, as I
slipped the plunger in. Filled with cool lubricant I proceeded to
snap my crotch. Next came the fancy lace garter belt and lace
topped stockings. I stepped into my 4-inch white pumps and looked
at myself in the mirror.
Even without my breastforms or wig I was stunning. My little
clitty was hard, but I hoped my Master would be turned on by my
arousal and not turned off by the tiny bulge. The satin teddy was
tight enough that I didn't need to glue my 38D tits on, and I
didn't know if my Master wanted them or not. I shook out my
shoulder length blonde wig and lightly ran a brush though the big
thick curls. I looked at the veil and the little lace skirt and
decided to go all the way, I clipped the veil into place and
applied a liberal dose of pink high-gloss lipstick on before
pulling the veil down over my face. I stepped into the lace skirt
and pulled it up until the hem fell right below my curved
backside. A quick check of the time and I stepped into the
My heels click-clacked on the floor on the way to the laundry
room. I opened the door noticing the new lockset. The laundry
room was somewhat cleaner than usual. I spun around once or twice
loving the swoosh of the skirt and veil. A moment later I heard
footsteps on the stairs and I thought quickly, on my knees or
standing? I fell to my knees, dropped my head and faced the door.
"Ohhh my Slave, my little pet... stand so I can see you." I heard
him lock the door as I stood. He walked around me, and I stared
at his bare feet and the hem of his bathrobe. "Not a virgin, but
a virgin to me yes?"
"Yes Master... do I please you?"
"Yes, yes you do, you please me so much already..." He was
standing behind me when he gently grasped my hips and pulled me
back to him. Immediately I felt his hot hardness slide between my
legs. "Can you feel how much you please me?"
"Yes Master I can, I can feel your need."
"You have no idea of my need Slave..." he released my hips and
walked in front of me. "Kneel and look up at your Master..."
Without a word I dropped to my knees and looked up at him through
the gauzy veil. His huge member was straining, sticking out
through the front of his robe. As I watched he peeled the robe
off and tossed it aside. His body was incredible, I knew he
worked out but had no idea of the results!
"Describe the center of your attention... tell me how much you
I licked my lips and began to speak. "Master, your steely cock is
all I need, the way it throbs with your heartbeat, the way the
purple head glistens with arousal, the veins and vessels, gorging
it with blood, making it harder and bigger with every passing
second. For the last four days I've thought of nothing else but
of satisfying you... I've imagined licking every inch or your
cock's straining length. I've thought of the way your sweaty
balls will taste and smell as I bathe them with my tongue. If you
so desire, I will suck them and lick them with my soft tongue.
I've imagined closing my lips around your shiny cock-head and
sucking you into my depths. I've imagined your strong hands on
the back of my head guiding me down as only a Master can, guiding
my lips down your shaft, choking me, not relenting until my nose
is buried in your curly hair, savoring the musky maleness that
only drives me wilder with desire. I've imagined you holding me
still as you fuck my face, using my mouth as just another wet
hole for your pleasure, I've dreamed about giving you every once
of control you desire, to make me do all the dirty things no one
would ever do..."
He moved closer, his cock was less than an inch away from me.
"Tell me slave, tell me about your little clit..."
"My tiny thing is nothing compared to your huge maleness. My
little clit gives me a fraction of the pleasure I will get from
sucking on your massive penis, satisfying you, bringing you to an
orgasm with my sissy mouth, savoring your thick bitter sperm as
you cum will shake me as no orgasm could, please stop and slide
it between my lips, let me show you how much I wish to please
you... I'm begging you Master, slide your manly thing between my
lips and let me show you my devotion..."
He reached down and pulled the veil up to my nose. He was now
unbelievably close to my open mouth.
"I love your lipstick slave, show me your pink sissy lips wrapped
around my penis..."
I lunged at him, closing my glossy lips around his pulsating
prick and sucking him down, groaning as every inch slid between
them, I pulled back, and moaned out, "it's sooo much bigger than
I imagined..." before throwing my face at his crotch, I gasped
and groaned, sucking air through my nose.
I could feel his gorged cock-head stretching my throat as I
swallowed him down. He dropped the veil back in place and wrapped
his fingers in my blonde curls.
"Ohhh my sissy slave, suck it, suck my penis, suck it harder and
He took over and I let him. I reached up to massage my Master's
heavy balls. I swallowed him deeper and deeper groaning as inch
after inch of his fuck-pole slid between my lips. It had only
been a few weeks since the last time I'd deep-throated someone of
comparable length and girth so in no time at all I had my nose
buried in his curly pubes. I gulped air through my nose and used
the vibrations of my groans to drive him wilder with each suck. I
stared up at him through the veil, willing him to take me, to
ravage his virgin bride. Finally he looked down and I smiled
around his hrobbing prong.
"You love this sissy, you love being on your knees servicing a
strong man like me with your soft prissy mouth, sucking another
man's hard penis, stroking and squeezing my hairy balls as you
massage every inch of with your expert mouth..."
I shook my head up and down and proceeded to pull back, then
threw forward my face three times in quick succession, each time
ending with my quivering lips wrapped around his thick base. I
slowly pushed back against his strength until his cock popped
from my mouth.
I nibbled on his purple glans as I cooed... "I love sucking cock,
but I love being made to suck cock even more, to feel someone in
complete control of every move I make, to feel a hard cock forced
down my throat as I gasp for air, swallowing it down over and
over again until my throat becomes sore from the abuse, the only
thing relieving the soreness a thick stringy load of sperm
sliding down, coating my throat..."
With one hand I was harshly stroking his cock, while with the
other I massaged his balls, squeezing them as I bit and lapped at
the side of his prick. He held my face steady as he slapped my
face with his saliva coated penis.
"I hope my slave likes a nice hot sperm facial too... because I
can't wait to leave strings of hot sperm all over your adoring
I closed my eyes and groaned at the thought of looking up at him
as he sprayed my face with his cum. I opened my mouth and stuck
my tongue out, lapping at the air, trying to suck him in.
"In a minute slave, right now I think you need to learn about
another area of your Master's body." He walked past me and hopped
onto the dryer, spreading his legs lewdly. "Show me what a dirty
little whore you are, I'm not going to touch you, I want you to
lick and suck my hairy balls, I want you to worship them with
your mouth. Then I want you to rim my musky backside with your
wanton tongue... come... here... right... now..."
He was going to be the type of Master I loved to serve! I
skittered over between his legs and began lapping at his balls,
sucking one then the other between my lips, licking the soft
hairy skin as I stroked his ever-hard penis. In minutes his heavy
balls were dripping with my saliva. I rubbed my nose between them
and under them, breathing in his scent. His maleness was
permeating my nose; all I could sense was his strength, his
desire. At one point despite his statement that he wouldn't touch
me, he tightly held my nose to his saliva soaked balls, as I
tried to lick them, bucking his hips against me.
"Breathe in my musk whore... smell a real man..." After a moment
he released me, I could make out his gasps of air as he tried to
regain control. "Ohhh my little sissy, I almost came in your
pretty blonde hair, but all I kept thinking was what a waste!"
"Yesss Master, what a waste, I want your sperm on my face, or in
He patted me on my veiled head, "Go down on me slave, go down on
your Master, run your hot wet tongue around my butt-hole, rim me
When I did date girls the one thing that I could do well was
worship their sexy rosebuds. They would sit on my face, my nose
buried in their dripping cunts, tongue stroking their tight
backside. I would give my Master my best. I reached between his
legs and pushed up his balls with one hand while holding his
muscular cheeks apart with the other. I lapped at him two or
three times and then ran my tongue around his tight hole.
Tightening the circle each time until the tip of my strong tongue
was centered on him, I would push, pull back and continue over
and over until my tongue was sinking into him, I wanted him to
love me, to cherish me, to need me, so I dug deeper and deeper,
using every ounce of experience to drive him wild. He was lazily
stroking his cock as I tongue fucked him. I could hear him
muttering and whispering to himself.
"If I may Master, speak louder, speak to your slave, your dirty
words of encouragement will only drive me deeper into your
"I can't believe what an amazing little cunt you are, sucking and
tongue fucking my asshole like a well seasoned whore! I can only
imagine what depths I can make you sink too, even now as you
worship my ass, I'm picturing the nasty things I'll make you do,
keep sucking my hole as I imagine you as mine forever."
'Forever' was all I'd ever wished to hear. I sighed contently and
continued licking and sucking his butt. Finally after what seemed
like hours he patted me on the head once again.
"It's getting late my little whore..." he reached down and pushed
the veil over my head. "Look at me as I ask you this question..."
I looked up at him, savoring the view from below. I was nestled
between his strong manly legs, his balls were an inch from my
flaring nostrils, his throbbing cock came next, then his sweat
glistened stomach. We locked eyes and I sank into the blue
"My little sissy whore, I believe I know the answer, and I'll be
the one deciding anyway, but I wonder at this point which will
bind you to me more successfully, you on your knees as I dump a
load of cum all over your adoring face, or you bent over, soft
curved backside parted by my pistoning cock as I deposit my hot
sperm deep inside your willing pussy-hole?"
I was trembling as I spoke, and looked down still embarrassed of
what I was about to say, "If I may Master..." He shook his head
yes. "...it would be my honor and deepest desire to satisfy you
in the most intimate way possible... the thought of you taking my
body that way, of possessing me in such a complete fashion fills
me with complete happiness..."
He chuckled and I hoped I hadn't gone too far, I knew that part
of controlling a slave was in maintaining an intense level of
desire and I had just confessed my up-most desire. He jumped from
the dryer, his cock bobbing an inch from my face.
"Stand slave, stand here..." He pointed to the dryer. "Spread
your legs, and bend over..."
I did as commanded, standing in my heels; I was perfectly
positioned to bend over the dryer. The white metal was cool as I
held onto the control panel. He walked in front of me; two bungee
cords hung from his hands. He looped them around my wrists and
then around the heavy PVC pipe behind the dryer. I couldn't move,
and loved the feeling. I turned my head to see him standing
behind me, stroking his cock to an intense throbbing erection.
"Look away slave..."
I heard him step closer. He flipped the lace skirt over my hips,
reached between my legs and unsnaped my teddy. He tucked the flap
up under the skirt. I felt the red-hot tip of his erection
pressed to my tight hole.
"I am not a sadist, do you wish lubrication slave?"
I had never been asked before, but surprised, answered. "Master,
I had hoped and wished that you would desire to take me this way,
so I have prepared myself for you... do as you wish..."
"Ohh my little pet, the things we will do together..." his hands
rested on my hips, they tightened and he began moving his. "What
do you wish my slave?"
I took a deep breath and started gently rotating my hips. "I wish
to satisfy you, in the way most intimate way possible, all I
desire is to feel you fill me with your bubbling sperm."
My tight opening had been rubbed dry by my lingerie, but as his
bulbous head pressed into me the slippery lubrication began to do
"Talk to me my little whore... tell me how much you want this..."
"Ohhh you're so big and hard... so big and fucking hard... I
can't believe how good you feel spreading me, stretching me....
Stretching my pussy..."
"You don't have a pussy slave, what is my hard penis stretching?"
I groaned. "Your big, strong tool is stretching my tight
asshole... sliding deeper with each movement..."
"My 'tool' I'll ask you again, what is my hard penis stretching?"
knowing what he wanted I played the game and whispered my answer.
"Master, your rock hard penis is stretching my tight but willing
"I couldn't hear you slave..."
I loudly groaned my answer, "Master, your hard penis is
stretching my asshole..."
"Slave, why aren't I stretching your pussy?"
"Because I don't have a girl-pussy Master, all I have is a tiny
little prick and a tight boy-pussy..."
"Yes slave you do... you do have a tight boy-pussy, but let's get
into the habit of calling it what it is, all you have to offer me
is a tight ASSHOLE, so tight and wet, and slippery, so willing,
how many times have you been fucked up your ASS? How many times
have you let another man have you this way?"
"Hundreds of times... this is all I ever really want, all I ever
desire, to have a hard thick penis deep inside me, makes me
feel... makes me so... fe-female..."
"Well slave you have found the perfect Master... all I desire is
to fuck little sissies like you, to feel their tight asses open
up, to stretch as I slide my penis inside them, to shake and moan
like girls as I fuck them."
With that he heaved on top of me and forced the remaining inches
of his penis inside me. The air rushed out of me with a 'huhhh'
and I gasped at how full I felt. His hairy balls were pressed
against my smooth shaven ones. I could feel him throbbing deep
inside my stretched bowels as I tried to arch my back; I clamped
down on him, squeezing him rhythmically with my well-trained ass.
"Fuck me Master, fuck my upturned asshole... make me YOUR
sissy... I've never had a MAN like you, all the ones before you
have been boys playing at being men... make me your sissy... fuck
"Oh my sissy-boy, I'll not only make you MY sissy, I'll make you
my WOMAN, you've never been fucked like I'm about to fuck you...
you'll swear my prick is coming out your mouth... when I'm done
with you no one will be able to satisfy you like I can..." He
pulled back and harshly sawed back into me. He was holding my
hips painfully tight, "Work your asshole slave, squeeze your
Master's dick as he fucks your ass..."
I blissfully did as he commanded, pushing out as he pulled back
and squeezing down as he surged into me. In no time at all we
were grunting and rutting like dogs in heat. I wished I could
reach back and spread my cheeks letting him see what he was doing
to me and finally moaned out my desire.
"Master can you see my tight asshole wrapped around your hard
penis? I wish I could reach back and give you more of myself, and
show you where we're joined."
"Whore... if I want, I can see ..." He slid out with a wet slushy
sound and painfully pulled my cheeks apart, "Enjoy this sissy..."
He slammed into me with one long thrilling thrust, only to pull
back and repeat the procedure five or six times in quick
succession. No one had ever been able to fuck me as long and as
hard as he was. I was mewing like a cat. I couldn't believe the
sensations swirling around his pistoning cock. My little thing
was rock hard and pressed against the dryer where a large amount
of pre-cum was lubricating the area. My balls were constantly
bashed against the cool dryer as he fucked me.
"Master please, please, please, cum inside me, please make me
yours... I can't hold out much longer your fucking is going to
make me come... but I want you to come in me first... please?"
"Oh slave, we'll need to work on your stamina, but this morning
is probably not the time or the place...if you want my sperm, beg
for it, beg for my hot stinging cum..."
I stopped tightening and loosening my asshole and just clamped
down, breathing harshly from the exertion. "Fuck my asshole, fuck
it and cum in me ple... ee... se, shoot your hot sperm inside me,
pump me full, I need a big hot load... fuck me Master, fuck me
with your steely dick... fuck my soft wet ass... make it
He was grunting and I knew he was seconds away from ejaculating
"Make your sissy-boy cum, make me cum, fuck my asshole... ohhhh
fuck...ohh fuckers... fuckers... fuck me!"
"DON'T YOU FUCKING CUM SISSY!" He slammed into me and partially
drove his ball-sac inside and then ejaculated. "Oh my fucking
SSSISSY! TAKE MY LOAD OF SPERM!"
His whole body shook as his sperm spurted into me. It was so
forceful I could feel each individual stream as it surged into
me. I lost count after six as the spurts got closer and closer
together. It almost felt as if I'd gotten a hot slippery enema.
I'd never felt so full of sperm in my entire life. He was pressed
against me, panting as he regained his composure. He reached
"What control you have sissy, I was prepared to spank you for
cumming..." His cock was still incredibly hard as he held me
tightly. "Ohh sissy... you will be the one we make ours forever,
the two of us will make you everything we want..."
I was still panting and squirming, only wishing to finally come
so I missed the 'we' and 'us' comments. Finally he stood, with
his cock still firmly embedded deep between my cheeks. I knew
then my orgasms we're going to be far and few between.
I heard a key in the laundry room door and panicked.
"Your wife Master..."
"No kidding slave..."
She walked in, still in her robe.
"Look right here slave..." She pointed to what was now obviously
a video camera. "...and there... and there! What a fucking
show... To see you get it from three different angles... you are
a fucking natural. I'm so glad we found you..."
She rubbed my sweaty brow and traced her fingers around where her
husband and I were still joined. She pulled a pair of white
cotton panties from the pocket of her bathrobe.
"Here honey let me help you..." She knelt down and said, "Step in
dear..." She pulled the panties up my legs and said to her
husband, "Okay careful now Tom." She said to me, "Now tighten up
sissy... try to keep his big load inside you..." he pulled back
as she pulled the panties tight against my well fucked bottom.
She casually stuffed my still hard penis inside them and adjusted
the waist. In less than a minute I was shaking from trying to
keep from leaking and felt a few drops slipping out.
"You can relax now..."
I did and sloppy globs of Master's sperm immediately surged out
soaking the cotton panties. My Master stood back as his wife
Jenni dropped her robe. She leaned against Tom and spread her
legs obscenely. I looked at her lovely body, lingering on the
visibly soaked cotton panties she wore.
"I know how much you love soiled panties, I wore them all day
yesterday, last night and now have cum three times in them,
here's your treat for the day." she peeled them off and balled
them up with the glistening wet crotch pointing out. She held
them in front of my mouth. "Don't I taste soooo goood?" she
whispered stuffing the wet panties between my lips.
I savored the taste and smell of her cunt. She bent down and
gathered her robe and my Master did the same.
"We'll see you tonight slave... enjoy the day."
They turned the light off and I heard them lock the door. I stood
there, hands tied, bent over the dryer, dressed like a bride. My
tiny cock softened as my Master's sperm dripped down my legs. I
licked at, and tried to force Jenni's panties from my mouth. She
had stuffed them in with obvious glee; did I now have a Master
and a Mistress?
What had I gotten myself into?
Daddy comes across me randomly and tells me a few things about what he does and I express the need that I’ve always wanted to try, that I like coloring and even admit to wearing pull-ups sometimes. I’m intrigued and we talk over drinks. I go back to his house and fall asleep unknowingly drinking a Xanax cocktail. I wake up in a different place. Not the same house it’s morning time and the birds are creeping outside a window toward the ceiling it’s a basement and the door is locked. I’m in a small bed, pink sheets, wrists cuffed to the bedframe. There are a few things in the room. Tv mounted. A chest. There are benches and hooks for the suspension I’m in white panties, topless, my nipple rings still in. I wait forever before daddy comes in the room telling me things about how little girls need rules and discipline and a good daddy for them. How you know all about my history with men and why it never worked. How daddy is going to keep me and condition me and make me what I was born to be.
He comes over to me and feels my pussy hard running his fingers up against my clit and thighs, grabbing my nipple and twisting while I squirmed. He moved his hand to my mouth sticking a few fingers on my tongue then gagging me. I struggled for a breath. He removed my wrist cuffs and pulls me to a spanking bench where he again straps me down tight my legs spread clit against the bench, ass in the air. A few hard spanks to my sweet meat and he moves to my mouth, closing my nose forcing me to open wide while he slides his cock in. He fucks my mouth deeper and deeper my hair as his handle. Gets close to cumming then stops. Daddy goes back to my ass and back hitting it with floggers, belts and canes, making it turn bright red and bruise, making me cry as he strikes the skin over and over again. He slides inside of me then, his hips pressing against my tinder ass, telling me what a tight pussy I have. I’m crying And floating and taking it as he shoots his cum into my pocket, pulls out, gives another slap to my ass and mutters good girl. My body relaxes from the lack of stimulation until I hear something roll up behind me. Hear a machine turn on and feel a cold thick dildo sliding into me in a robotic rhythm. In and out, in and out. He laughs as I struggle the attempts useless against the binds. He takes the panties that were on me and forces them into my mouth, grabbing ductape and wrapping it around the cloth, my head hair, and all. He picks up a gag that looked like a muzzle, securing it right around my ears.
Moan all you want kitten he says, attaching weights to my nipple barbells, the weird pulling them towards the ground, the machine pushing his cum further into my holes, gushing and making noise from the machine starting to work faster, harder. He walks away and slams the door.
In and out in and out.
He leaves me there for hours until my pussy is raw and stretched out and hurting. By myself my ass stinging and red, muscles sore. In and out.
Daddy comes back and turns the machine off pleased with himself and the results of his machine.
His hands slide across my pussy lips but I can barely feel them, my clit is puffed out and pink. I moan my mouth tired from being open my eyes pleading. He plays with my pussy his hand stroking his own cock in pleasure. He cums again making sure for it to go inside and around my pussy. I’m tired now and he leads me to the bed where he lays me down. I don’t fight him. He cuffs my arms above my head, and a waist strap, pushing my legs apart roughly. He slides a butt plug in and out of the opening making it wet from my own pussy juices. He pushes it slow into my ass, making sure it goes in far enough to stay, he smiles, grabbing baby powder and sprinkling it all over my butt. Rubbing it into the sore skin. Sliding a diaper under my butt, fastening it, and then adding another on top of it. Extra padding for a sore bum he tells me and I squirm to get out of them. He gives me a kiss on the forehead not bothering to remove my gag. He covers me with a blanket and turns off the light. A pink princess night light glowing in the corner. He tells me he will see me in the morning and that tomorrow will start my new life and training as his.
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.
Nothing can beat the tingling and warm electric waves flowing through your body after a good humiliation. This is a list of the wonderful things I have fantasized, seen, and collected from the net and other sources. Some suggestions are clearly for male subs. Others for female subs. Some will work for both. There are probably places we would be put in jail if we tried these things so just think before you act. Have fun and enjoy BDSM!
Found another 157(!) ideas but didn’t have time to look for duplicates so I just added the list to the end.
Femdom ideas – Public humiliation for male subs
1. Handcuffed to the shopping cart, while shopping. Try to make the cuffs just a little visible.
2. Handcuffed or tied to a pole outside a store.
3. Handcuffed, hands in front or back, while shopping.
4. Metal cockrings, collars, chains, or leashes when going through airport security.
5. Having him get a good tan while wearing a bra, for later exposure at the beach or while washing the car without a shirt.
6. When at a restaurant, eating in an unusual way; being fed; using your non-dominant hand, no utensils.
7. Forbidden to speak in public.
8. Kneeling and kissing her boots, shoes, feet, or hands, at odd moments.
9. Kneeling, massaging her feet at the mall, park, subway, etc.
10. One arm tied or cuffed under your shirt. Or cuffed obviously behind you.
11. Pockets cut out of pants, and hands tied or cuffed to your thighs so you can’t remove them from the pockets.
12. Binding your cock inside your pants with the string or rope end available to tug on.
13. Wearing a vibrating butt plug, with the controls in your pocket or available for his/her use (dog shocker on his balls will give the same effect).
14. Your right [left?] hand is tied to your cock and balls through a hole in your pocket. Might look like you are playing with yourself.
15. Being forced to masturbate beneath the tablecloth while at a restaurant.
16. Reciting all your rules in front of others, at her whim.
17. Always walking a foot or two behind her. speeding up to open doors.
18. She pays for everything, with possible comments like “Oh I never allow him to carry money!”
19. If no seats are available, puts you on all fours and sits on your back.
20. Doing some of the “hidden” little things like plugs, nipple clamps, cock rings, in the church of her/your choice.When dining out, submissive is not allowed to order, is fed little bites from her plate.
21. You both are sitting in a restaurant, dressed completely normal. She hands you a bag of ‘stuff’ and tells you to go to the restroom and change. You worry that everyone who enters will know what you are doing.
22. You are sitting drinking a beer or apple juice. When the glass is empty, she orders you to take it to the men’s room and fill it up. You must return and then consume your “new” beverage with your meal.
23. You must take your beverage to the men’s room, masturbate, and cum in the glass/cup. Return and then consume it, This would also work with the special sauce from that famous place.
14. You have to take your panties or underpants off, return to the table and hand them to her. She leaves them on the table in plain view.
15. Female subs in skirts, ordered to remove panties while seated at the table, hand them to the Mistress, then sit with naked ass on the seat.
16. On a special evening, as you travel around in a rented limousine, you are required to masturbate, trying not to be seen by the driver.
17. You are required to masturbate in your panties and continue wearing them, disregarding any spots that may appear.
18. You are diapered, taken out to a restaurant or bar and have to consume a large quantity of liquid, and are not allowed to use the restroom.
19. Traveling by car naked or dressed in lingerie.
20. You are obviously handcuffed to the car as you travel, or are parked waiting for her to finish shopping. A key can be attached to a thread for emergency purposes.
21. Wearing lipstick or makeup so that it appears you have just tried to remove it, but missed some.
22. Having your picture taken in Santa’s lap at Christmas time.
23. She hands the controls of your vibrating plug, dildo to another person.
24. Having to show another person what you are wearing beneath the raincoat or cape.
25. Shining her boots at the mall.
26. Take him shopping for undergarments and have him fitted for a bra (best done if he goes in male mode)
27. Take him for a drive some distance from where Y/you live while he’s dressed (or even better partially dressed) and tell him to get out and walk home.
28. Take him to get his ears pierced making sure that it is obvious to store personnel that You are making him do it.
29. Make him get a tattoo on a part of his body which from time to time might be visible. “Sissy Slut” or “Property of Mistress” – use your imagination
30. Have couples who are friends of both of Y/you and force him to serve you and Y/your friends, explaining that he is to be used for any wish they might have.
31. Rent him out to another Domme and make sure you get the money without him even touching it.
32. Threaten to disclose to his friends at work that he is Your sissy bitch.
33. Making him dance on a stage at a local gay club.
34. Trying on high heels while wearing nylons or pantyhose under male clothing. Works better at times other than Halloween.
35. Shopping for makeup, perfumes, and other female items.
36. At adult toy stores, purchasing buttplugs, cock rings, and BD gear, while she watches from a distance.
37. Having a manicure or facial in a big-windowed parlor at the mall.
38. Buying adult incontinent supplies. Have the sub ask the clerk what size would fit best.
39. Walks up to him in the check-out line at the grocery store, holding a pair of pantyhose and says “these are what I picked up for you to wear tonight. Ok?”
40. The Mistress takes her female sub into the restroom and performs an on the spot vaginal/rectal examine, attaches a variety of ‘toys’ or clamps.
41. You are taken on a nature walk, tied to a tree, for a quickie spanking.
42. Smoking long, obviously feminine cigarettes.
43. In a parking lot or similar location, just before you will be safely hidden from spectators, she has you pause and wet yourself. You have to walk the last few yards with wet clothes.
44. When you travel alone, you are required to leave lingerie or stockings drying in the bathroom.
45. You are instructed to buy a Halloween maid’s costume. Whenever you travel you must leave it hanging in the hotel room along with your regular clothing. Leaving a pair of high heels out would work too.
46. Making him totally clean a room in your dwelling while he is tethered to that room (by a chain preferably) and don’t let him out of the room until you are satisfied or overly satisfied.
47. Make him sleep on the floor next to Y/your bed.
48. Lock him out of your bedroom for a night over several hours making sure he knows that you are pleasuring yourself or having phone sex with someone
49. Make sex conditional on how much he does in terms of housework and personal service to you.
50. Bind him/her and then leave the house, ordering him/her to get lost by the time You get back or else it’ll be his/her ass.
Degradation between you two
51. Have hubby pick one of your sexy lingerie sets out for you before a night out with your girlfriends. Remark what a shame it would be if no other men were to enjoy the look of it on you that night. Ask him if he agrees, and whether or not he encourages you to flirt openly with other men while out with the girlfriends.
52. Have him make a mold of his own penis (search “clone a willy” in Google). Once made, have him give it a long, intricate blowjob. Then fuck his ass with it before fucking his ass with your biggest dildo. Ask him whether he feels the difference between his smaller cock and a real man’s cock.
53. Make him/her pay for toys that you will never use on him and then tell him how you used them.
54. Make him/her kneel on sandpaper or rice grains facing a corner, beyond his endurance
55. Extended tickling session (that’s if he/she is ticklish).
56. For one day a week, be as bitchy to her/him as possible even if she/he’s done nothing wrong.
57. Insert a dildo or anal plug in her/him and make her/him hold it until he no longer can. If she/he makes it come out of her/his hole, make her/him tell and convince You that she/he truly wants to be Your sissy/slut and she/he wants to prove it by working up to 24-hour penetration.
58. Blindfold her/him and teach her/him how to suck cock using various fruits and vegetables, the graduate to insertables and then to the real thing, making her/him take it to completion.
59. Eat a doggie snack at lunch.
60. You have to kiss the ground whenever you leave a car.
61. You kiss the seat of her chair whenever she stands.
62. You have to eat a bite of something that has had ash flicked on it.
63. One hand is cuffed to the chair or table when you are eating.
64. On your ‘x’ anniversary, you renew your wedding vows, this time _you_ are dressed as the bride.
65. Tape rough felt or very very fine sandpaper inside a shirt over the nipples. The effect should be stimulation, not damage.
66. Keeping your legs shaved.
67. Keeping the genitals shaved.
68. Having ribbons/bows braided into the genital hair.
69. Carrying a doll around, brushing its hair, playing with it.
70. Wear a cock ring with a very long, strong, almost invisible thread attached. She can pull on this anytime. Use it as a leash.
71. Have him write words on his body in places where it won’t show: slut, cockroach, “Her Hole”, whatever kind of names work to push those buttons of his and make him feel the lovely sting of humiliation.
72. Give him instructions for ritual things to do when he’s out and about or in the bathroom- pinch himself when he’s peeing in a public bathroom, for example, say softly to himself when he’s on the bus and no kids are around, “I’m my Mistresses property to use as she wishes”, or things like that. It can have a slight adult flavor if no kids are around and it’s not actually obscene. He can do this kind of thing in places or ways that won’t risk his job or safety.
73. If it’s an option for you two to video chat, you can make him dress up in silly ways and perform silly tasks for the camera and you, sing silly songs, talk like a baby, make animal noises.
74. Orgasm denial or other types of orgasm games can be humiliating and dehumanizing for some men- “Your cock and your orgasms are mines. You will not touch or enjoy my flesh.” You can make him wear a chastity device. If he requests orgasm you could make him go out in the back yard and bark like a dog on his hands and knees, or whatever feels embarrassing and not too risky for his home life.
75. Make him reveal his body parts to you in intimate and embarrassing ways, as in bend over and spread his ass cheeks for you.
76. Have him wear a hood and tell him he’s your faceless sex toy.
Stealth dressing for (not only for feminized sissies)
77. Make him wear female deodorant and/or perfume.
78. Feminize his name, or come up with a cute ‘girly’ name to call him, and use it regularly.
79. When eating out, choose his meals for him, and be the one to give the waiter the order.
80. Have him paint your toenails and then have him paint his own.
81. Insist that he sit down when using the toilet to pee.
82. Make him carry your handbag occasionally in public.
83. Invite your friends over for a drink and have hubby serve all of your friends. Tease him while doing so: “be a good little hubby and make us a drink. – Good boy…”
84. Have him completely shave his legs and pubic hairs at least once of month. While clean-shaven, have him rub his legs and pubic area in with a female body lotion whenever it’s ‘playtime’
Sissy humiliation ideas – Feminine dressing and accessorizing to wear under clothing
86. Stockings/Garter Belts
88. Necklaces (under your shirt)
89. Nails with clear or very light pink polish
90. Chastity device
91. Earrings (studs)
92. Ankle Bracelets
93. Toe Rings
94. Polish (of your choice) for your toenails
95. Female jeans (which you noted)
96. Unisex footwear
97. Arm bracelets (underneath your shirt/top)
98. Tattoos/Tramp Stamps
99. Henna designs
100. Body piercings (Nipples, navel, etc.)
101. Slave collar ( can add owner tag)
102. Narrow cat collar with bell.
103. Single handcuff on each wrist.
104. Butt plugs. Can be worn at a business meeting.
105. Feminine rings.
106. Cock rings.
107. Baby rattle.
108. Nipple clips. [even better when seen through a sheer shirt or blouse]
109. Clip-on earrings [for the pierced impaired.]
110. A “kitty” collar with a bell, worn around the cock and balls.
111. Black or dark-colored bra under a thin white shirt.
112. Black or dark-colored panties under thin white pants or shorts.
113. Pantyhose worn with shorts.
114. Wear a frilly bikini at the beach. [or just the bottom.]
115. Naked or dressed in lingerie beneath a cape or raincoat.
116. Wearing an obviously feminine blouse (malesubs(
117. Little girls’ dresses with high heels
118. Baby hats/bonnets.
119. Obvious female flat heel shoes, worn with everyday male clothing.
120. Standard male shirt, tie, jacket, with obvious female trousers.
121. Diapers, noisy plastic pants.
122. High heels.
123. Females, braless, with a sheer white or light-colored blouse.
124. No underwear or lingerie, while wearing very thin white or light-colored pants, shorts, or skirt.
Creative uses of the semen
125. Use it as topping for ice cream Use it as a dipping sauce for chocolate, fruit or raw vegetables
126. Freeze cum into cubes and use it to cool drinks or just SUCK on the cubes
127. Make frozen cum pops
128. Mix in sauces of different kinds, to make them sweeter
129. Bake in bread and feed it to your friends….and enemies (lol)
130. Drizzle it with syrup over pancakes
131. Put it in orange juice, coffee or tea with your breakfast
132. Spread it on toast
133. Put it in your favorite energy drink
134. Use it instead of mayonnaise or mustard on your sandwich at lunch
135. Turn your dessert pie into a creampie
136. Cover hors-d’oeuvres with your cum
137. Mix it in tuna salad, egg salad, etc.
138. Eat with cheese of your choice
139. Put in in soup
140. Glaze shrimp with it prior to broiling or barbecuing
141. Use instead of butter at meals
142. Evaporate it and use the dried crystals like salt
143. drink it down plain or flavored, as an elixir of life.
144. Being allowed to lick his cum off his Mistress body is such a treat that it makes the task of consuming it almost pleasant. For maximum humiliation, She can require him to squirt directly into the depression of Her asshole as She holds Her cheeks apart. Then he must lick up every elusive drop. The disadvantage is that She cannot see his humiliation, but this can be overcome by having him perform before several spectators who can describe the action to Her and jeer him.
145. The slave must come all over Mistress’ largest dildo. Then he must lick it clean, just as if he were cleaning a real cock.
The shame of Masturbation
146. Make him cum on his salad and eat it, make him eat his cum in general
147. Ruin orgasms
148. .Cum in panties just prior to leaving for work, having to drive with a wet panty crotch.
149. When the slave has not come for a while, Mistress gives him a choice just before a meal. he either can expect an additional prolonged period without orgasm, or he must squirt all over his meal before eating it.
150. The slave must masturbate lying on his back, with his legs raised and down over his head (yoga “plow” position) so the tip of his cock is as close to his face as possible. (Extra points if he can suck his own cock!) he must come all over his face. Place a towel under his head to take care of misses.
Slave masturbates wearing an unlubricated condom. When he’s come, he must carefully remove it, not spilling a single drop. he kneels before Mistress, hands Her the condom, and waits with his head back and his mouth open. Mistress turns the condom inside out, emptying it into the slave’s mouth. Then She drops the rubber into his mouth. he must suck on his “cum-gum” until all his spending is recycled.
151. The slave must masturbate with nipple clamps on. If She cares to participate, Mistress ties a thong to the chain between the clamps and jerks on it to encourage Her slave. Of course, She forces him to keep stroking himself for quite a while before She lets him come. If he loses his erection, he is punished. If he comes too soon, he is punished *VERY* severely!
152. Slave wears adjustable nipple clamps that are *VERY* severe at the tightest setting. he begins with them fairly loose, but at the end of every minute he fails to come, Mistress tightens the clamps a half turn.
153. The slave must wear a weighted ball parachute. Weights are added if he takes too long to come.
154. The slave must masturbate while kneeling or standing barefoot on a rice-covered hard floor, or on upturned bottle caps.
155. Once he’s gotten his cock hard, the slave must coat it with a mentholated gel or “deep heat” muscle rub. Once the rub is on, he must put on a condom and continue masturbating.
156. Slave lies on his back. An electric iron is placed on his stomach. he is given the command to jerk off at the same time as Mistress plugs in the iron. Since a very gradual increase to unbearable pain is wanted, Mistress must unplug and replug the iron repeatedly. Depending on the power of the iron, something like 15 seconds on alternated with 10 seconds off might be about right. But put Your own iron-on Your thigh and check it out first!
157. The slave has as many minutes to orgasm as days since his last come. If he came yesterday, he must come in just one minute! If it’s been a week, seven minutes. If he fails, he is punished severely. A good lesson for a slave who complains that he doesn’t get to come enough!
158. Mistress rolls three dice. the slave must come before that number of minutes (3 – 18) or be punished.
159. Nothing is worse than *HAVING* to come and not be able to, especially when you’ll be punished for the failure to obey. If Your slave complains about not being allowed to orgasm often enough, take one die. The number You (or he, if you wish him to determine his own fate) roll is the number of times he *MUST* orgasm. Then roll two dice. The total is the number of minutes he has for reaching each climax. This scene can range from the luxurious — two orgasms, 12 minutes for each one — to the impossible: six orgasms with two minutes for each. A variation is to use three or four dice for the second roll and the number rolled is the total time for all the orgasms. Either way, failure to make the deadline, or to come the required number of times, must be punished.
160. Before the slave begins, he is given a glass filled with Mistress’ golden nectar. he must hold a full mouthful in his mouth without swallowing while he masturbates. When he comes, he must swallow the nectar before eating his own cum.
161. the slave is given a large container of nectar — either saved up in the refrigerator, Mistress’ mixed with his own, or the nectar of several Mistresses — and must drink it all before being allowed to come.
162. slave masturbates while lying on his back in the bathtub. When he comes, he squirts all over the front of his body. Mistress then rinses it off him . . . with a golden shower. The tub drain is closed, and the slave lies in the nectar for a time while he contemplates how lucky he is to have such a thoughtful Mistress.
162. For more intimacy, make the slave insert a finger of his non-active hand up to his own ass while jerking off. Glove and lubricate for safety.
163. Make the slave masturbate while holding in an enema. He cannot release it until he climaxes and eats his cum all up.
Cuckold Fantasy Femdom Role-playing
164. Comment on how well other men look to you and what exactly you find sexy about them. To add some spice, comment on the things you see that are bigger/better than your hubby’s (I love his big shoulders, he looks like he probably has a huge cock, he looks like he has more money than you, etc…)
165. Tell hubby that, lately, the men you come across at work or informally, you fantasize of as potential Bulls, which makes you horny. Tell him you can’t wait to have sex with other men.
166. If hubby has a boss or colleagues he doesn’t get along with, or even friends he becomes competitive around, tease him how you’d love to be fucked by one of those men and made to feel like their whore. Tell him you’d love for those men to tease him about it after fucking you.
167. Keep hubby in a cock cage for at least two full weeks. Towards the end of the second week make a point of walking around the house naked or in sexy lingerie before you go out to work or for a night out with your girlfriends but deny hubby any sexual favors. Use this opportunity to receive oral sex, or a foot or back massage. To tease him, let hubby know he’s not permitted to fuck you, but if he’s got the nerve, he’s free to call up another man to come over to fuck you while he watches.
168. For aspiring hot-wives who have not yet cuckolded their hubby, buy a condom, open it and throw away the actual condom, keeping only the wrapping. Organize a night out with your girlfriends. When you come home later that evening, suggestively give hubby the ripped open condom wrapping. When he looks up at you in shock and asks about it, tease him with it, letting him know you let another man have sex with you that night. Keep him guessing for as long as possible about whether you did or didn’t use the condom that evening. Unzip his trousers, and masturbate him slowly while teasing him, “Maybe I really did use the condom tonight…would that make you angry, or does it secretly turn you on?… Is your cock getting this hard because I’m masturbating you, or because I might have been fucked by another man tonight?…etc)
169. Another beginner idea is to set up a night with a girlfriend, which hubby is aware of, but from that point on, role-play that you’re going off on a date with a rich businessman, who, after taking you out for dinner, will be taking you back to his hotel to fuck. While with your girlfriend, send regular role-play text messages letting hubby know how things are going “with the businessman”. (“Strong, handsome looking man…certainly looks like he knows what he wants…and tonight it’s me…”, “Just arrived at his hotel…he’s booking a room right now…so nervous, but also so turned on…hope you’re still sure about all this…” “He just fucked your wife”…etc).
169. Another role-play idea is to create a cuckold scenario where you fantasize about doing as many things as possible with a Bull that you would never (or not easily do) with hubby. Be creative and think of all the things you’re sexually ‘uncomfortable’ with or things hubby hasn’t easily been able to get you to do (blowjob, receiving a facial, an mff or mmf threesome, swallowing a load of cum, receiving anal sex, receiving a golden shower, giving a rim job, receiving a rim job, having an orgasm during intercourse if this generally doesn’t happen with hubby, …etc ), and fantasize out loud about wanting to experience all these things with a Bull while hubby listens or watches.
170. Tell one of you closer girlfriends about hubby’s sexual kinks and fantasies (cuckold/femdom/strap-on/chastity cage, etc), then let hubby know you told her and share her reaction in detail.
171. Wear an anklet as often as possible when you go out, with or without hubby and make sure hubby is aware of it. Seek not only his approval but make him beg you to wear it (“So you don’t mind that other man might see the anklet and think I’m available sexually? Is that what you want? How badly do you want other men to see me as available? Why don’t you get on your knees and beg me to put it on…”)
172. Go to a club with hubby, ideally one with predominantly black men and flirt openly with strangers. Let them rub you up, buy you drinks and come on to you. Agree with hubby up front how far you can go with these men (Kiss on the lips, French kissing, a hand-job, a blowjob…) all while hubby watches from a distance.
Actual Cuckold Scenarios
173. Play the game “A Cuckold’s Delight”: Place hubby in permanent chastity for a full month, (uncaged once a day to be teased briefly before taking a shower). During that month, deny him any orgasms whatsoever, (possibly also require him to wear panties under his clothing), while performing any/all household chores. You, on the other hand, are free that month to enjoy as much leisure time as possible whilst also experiencing as many orgasms as you want…BUT hubby’s task is not only to keep your home looking tidy, and pleasure you orally whenever you desire…there’s one more catch: in the course of that month, he’s to set you up with a minimum of 1 Bull.
174. Tie hubby to a chair in the bedroom and make him watch you and your Bull have sex in the marital bed. After some intimate foreplay with french kissing, and caressing, beg your Bull out loud to fuck you. The more desperate you appear to look, the more it will drive hubby mad…
175. Have hubby lay against the headboard on the bed, as you lean against him or sit on your hands and knees in front of him. Then look into hubby’s eyes and have your Bull roughly fuck you doggy style so that hubby can feel the power of his thrusts while looking in your eyes.
176. Tie hubby to a chair in the living room and disappear off to the bedroom to have sex with your Bull, denying hubby the privilege of watching. After some time, take a break from fucking your bull. Go out into the living room where hubby’s waiting, hair a mess, makeup smeared, and have a glass of water. Say hi to your hubby, walk over to him and give him a french kiss. Then, grin at him mischievously, go back to the bedroom, close the door and lock it.
177. Give your Bull a blowjob in a semi-public place while hubby stands guard (under a bridge, in an underground car park, on a reasonably deserted beach, etc) For the more advanced hot wives, arrange to meet your Bull at the beach, and have sex on the sand at night while hubby stands lookout.
178. Spend time socializing with your Bull for 10 to 15 minutes in the living room before any action and while everybody is still fully dressed. Perhaps put on a porn movie to set the tone a bit. While socializing, or watching the movie sit next to your Bull, kissing, teasing, stroking, unbuttoning and treating him like a new boyfriend while hubby watches.
179. Have hubby beg your Bull to fuck you. Have him beg your Bull to give you what he hasn’t been able to have all these years. Demand him to say it out loud. At this stage, it’s all about humiliation. Make fun of hubby’s cock and sex skills in front of your Bull (“You see this…this is how a real man, with a real cock, fucks a woman,…etc”)
180. Go to a restaurant together with hubby and your Bull. While waiting for the main meal, take your Bull out to the car or restaurant bathroom area for a quick sex session (fucking or blowjob) then return to the table in time to enjoy your meal together. Make a point of kissing hubby on the lips when you return in order to confuse all the waiters and other guests.
181. Take off your wedding ring and have hubby take off his wedding ring, and lay them both on your stomach or chest, side by side…while your Bull is fucking you. Then have your Bull pull out and cum over both rings. Have hubby put both his and your ring back on full of your Bull’s cum.
182. Make a point of arranging that hubby drive you and your Bull around for half an hour while you and him make out in the back seat. For the more advanced hot wives, at some point, make your husband drive you and your Bull to a motel while you and your Bull both make out a bit in the back seat. Then, once you’ve arrived, check-in with your Bull and make hubby sit in the car and wait until you’re done fucking your Bull in the motel, whenever that is. Alternatively, have hubby drive you to your Bull’s house for sex. Then make him wait in your Bull’s living room while you’re taken to the bedroom to get fucked.
183. Have your Bull spend the evening at your place. Once going off to bed with hubby, arrange with your Bull that at 4 am, he is permitted to slip into your marital bed (awakening both you and hubby), then crawl between your legs and fuck you right beside hubby. For the more advanced hot wives, have hubby sleep in the guest room and spend the evening in the marital bed with your Bull. When doing this, go visit hubby once an hour in the guest room, so that he can touch, taste and smell the sex on your body. On your last visit, request that hubby wake you and your Bull up with breakfast ready for the both of you.
184. Make hubby wear women’s clothing, make-up and a wig and sit watching while your Bull fucks you. His task for the night is to be your Bull’s personal maid, fetching drinks or snacks if necessary.
185. Put your husband in chastity while your Bull is over and have your Bull wear the key around his neck as he fucks you. For the more advanced hot wives, have your Bull take the key back home with him and hold onto it until the next time he comes over. Hubby stays in chastity until that next time, so it’s in hubby’s best interest that that next time comes sooner rather than later.
186. Put your husband in chastity, tie him to a chair, and have him watch your Bull fuck you. Afterward, with hubby still strapped to the chair, have your Bull cum all over hubby’s chastity cage and cock while you watch smiling.
187. Make hubby go outside and clean your Bulls car, inside and out, while your Bull fucks you in the marital bed. As an alternative, have hubby take your Bull’s car to the carwash and pay to have it cleaned inside and out, while your Bull fucks you in the marital bed.
188. Have your Bull bend you over his knee and beg him to give you an erotic spanking in front of hubby. (I’m a very naughty girl, please spank me, daddy) Even if it hurts, let it continue for longer than you’re “comfortable” with, before finally begging your Bull to fuck you to ease the stinging. (Please, I can’t take it anymore,…please fuck me, please, I’m begging you…) This is especially effective if hubby is not permitted or encouraged to spank your bottom.
189. Get into a position where you are able to intimately kiss hubby, while your Bull fucks you. Keep the kissing going until your Bull cums inside of you. For maximum effect, when you hear your Bull is cumming, moan out loud along with him while still trying to kiss hubby.
190. Have hubby put his face inches away from your pussy while your Bull fucks you, then tell him to masturbate while doing so. For the more advanced hot wives, have your Bull cum in your pussy, or on your chest if you use condoms, and have hubby lick everything clean. An alternate idea is to have the Bull pull out and cum on hubby’s face or in his mouth.
191. When giving your Bull a blowjob have hubby come sit right next to you. Alternate between intimately sucking your Bulls cock and intimately French kissing hubby with some verbal teasing (Can you taste/smell his cock on my lips? Here, taste what a real man’s cock tastes like, etc). For the advanced hotwife, after five minutes of doing the above, grab hubby by the hair, and force his mouth down gently onto your Bull’s cock ordering him to get your Bull nice and hard before he fucks you.
192. Have hubby get your Bull hard by giving him a blowjob. Then have your Bull fuck hubby up the ass. For the more advanced hot wives, keep hubby in chastity for one week prior to meeting up with your Bull. Remove the chastity cage when the time comes for your Bull to fuck hubby up the ass. If hubby ejaculates before your Bull is done, that would be great, as he has to endure the humiliation of having your Bull continue to fuck him after he cums. If he doesn’t, and your Bull cums first, then lock his cock back up in chastity without being permitted to cum. Do not release him from chastity until the next time he puts his ass up for your Bull.
193. Take photos and video of hubby sucking other men’s cocks and getting fucked up the ass by lots of other men, then have him put a copy of all the footage on a USB stick that you keep securely. Tease him by threatening to show his closest friends and family all the footage if he ever steps out of line.
194. Consider getting a “Queen of Spades” tattoo (or something symbolizing your love of black cock) put somewhere on your body. This will ensure hubby is constantly reminded of his role as your cuckold, as well as attracting attention from any black Bulls you happen to come across…
Additional 157 ideas
*After orgasm, making sub drink his own cum
*Age Play – diapers, feeder bottles, and sippy cups, pacifier, dolls
*Always address you as mistress, ma’am, etc.
*Baby pacifier tied around the neck
*Baby pacifier to suck on (when masturbating or making love?)
*Bathroom use always with door open
*Bathroom use control – or lack of control!
*Beg for food, drinks, etc.
*Blackmail (fun) make sub compliant and obedient, make sub do anything!
*Buy him a feminine apron and make him wear it.
*Buy him kiddies utensils and a personalized kiddies plate, make him wear a bib when he is eating
* Caged/placed on restriction in cage
*Carrying a doll or toy around
*Cavity check-in private – at any time
*Cavity check punishment – forced enema, soft bananas, glycerine and suppositories
*Clip-on earrings that don’t match – jewelry – obvious string of lady’s pearl necklace
*Condition him to get aroused at things that will humiliate him then tell him you know how much he likes “xxxxxxxxxx”
*Crawl on all fours – restriction/bondage so he can only crawl
*Curtsy in public
*Deride the size of his equipment and get him to admit it should really be in panties or diapers
*Develop a tone of voice when requiring something of him or expressing your displeasure over something. It’ll be your “domme voice.”
*Diapers and forced wetting and/or soiling – bulky diapers, make him waddle
*Domme chooses clothing
*Domme chooses food
*Don’t let him talk at all.
*Dress him as a maid, tart, cleaner, doll, older lady or little girl
*Eat from a pet dish
*Eat without utensils – give him his own bib
*Enrol him for online sissy or maid training
*Eye contact restrictions
*Feed him pureed baby food
*Feed sub laxatives or use suppositories …. And wait!
*Feed submissive from hand
*Feminine necklace exposed (for males)
*Find him (or make him find) sissy friends online
*Forced flattery, such as agreeing that every decision that the dominant makes is wise, correct, and justifiable while additionally praising the dominants physical and personality traits.
*Forced masturbation in odd places. Always dress him in his ‘special’ clothes when getting him to masturbate e.g. frilly panties and bra or maid’s dress – photograph him in his frillies getting excited!
*Forced shopping for pantyhose (male)
*Forced to Undress in front of others
*Forced to be a slave
*Forced to go to bathroom in front of you (..males all fours one leg up like dog or sit to pee)
*Forced to join online humiliation (or humiliating) sites/groups
*Forced to wear a leash
*Forced to wear a sign (slut, etc.)
*Forced to wear adult diapers
*Forced to wear chains, cuffs, manacles
*Forced underwear (panties, nylons, girdles, panty-corselette, tight bra, etc.)
*Forfeits – e.g. if you play with his dick then he’s in diapers for a week, if he smokes then one/ten/twenty cigarette(s) = a day for him in girly mode as maid, cleaner, doll, diapers etc.
*Get him a bikini and make him develop tan-lines
*Get him a blow up doll and force him to make friends with it and ‘perform’ – take a pic of him with his new friend.
*Get him his own makeup bag and have him wear lipstick around the house
*Give him a girls name and make him use it
*Give him a new hobby like sewing or knitting
*Give him a slave or girls name and use it with him in public to remind him.
*Give him written punishments – lines or essays on ‘how much he likes to….’ in neatest handwriting. variation: force him to use his non-writing hand
*Gradually dispose of his male underpants and substitute his new wardrobe from frillies to directoires.
*Handcuffs in public
*Have him insert a butt plug just before company arrives or before you both go out for an evening. Smile at him whenever he sits down.
*Have him keep a journal in which he records his thoughts and submissive feelings. Read it once a week while he is bound or helpless.
*Have slave hold a dime to the wall with nose while holding ass cheeks apart for inspection.
*Have slave wear food on face/clothes.
*His own website –diary, blog, pictures
*Hood, head mask, (zippered can be fun to close the mouth, eyes)
*If She has a strap-on, Mistress can fuck Her slave while he jerks off. Make him ask or beg to be fucked.
*If you masturbate him always get him to ask politely to be touched and always make him cum in humiliating attire. Make him cum into a plastic cup or similar – get him to fetch his cumming potty.
*Immobilization – saran wrap mummification or restriction
*In restaurant order food for your subbie (He will be having…)
*Insist he read some of your “women’s magazines” and romance novels if you read them.
*Invite your friends over for tea and make him serve it. If your friends are amicable make him put on an impromtu show.
*It’s humiliating to have to masturbate for your sexual satisfaction, particularly if you must put on a show. It’s also humiliating for a “straight” man to have something up his ass. So assplay and jerking off is a perfect combination. For starters, make the slave masturbate with a butt plug inserted. If you have a dildo you can mount on a board, have him “ride” it up and down while he jerks off.
*Lay down specific times and schedule for him and treat him like a little kid…
*Lead on a leash while having a rubber bone in the mouth
*Leave bathroom door opened
*Leave or text note with embarrassing instructions
*Let him stand in the corner for extended periods and/or write out assignments/lines
*Lock him in a pantie-corselette, diapers, dress etc
*Made to crawl – shackled bound so he can’t stand
*Made to use a cat litter box
*Made to walk in heels
*Maid services – Make him do housework naked or dressed in women’s clothes
*Make a habit of sliding your hand into his crotch and saying something like, “Getting to be a horny sub are we?” Or, “Since Mr. Willy belongs only to me, I can fondle him whenever I wish? but you may not.” Or say nothing at all: just smile and give him a kiss on the cheek or a pat on the head.
*Make a list of rules for the slave for public and private
*Make him enthuse about how much he likes e.g. his new name, his new clothes/wardrobe, housework, his new hobby and so on
*Make him give himself an enema and time how long he holds it in. Set targets.
*Make him give requests/undertakings when he is aroused – e.g. asking to be dressed girly/wear lipstick/nail polish/put in diapers 24/7 and for how long
*Make him only eat oats without sugar for all his meals without using cutlery out of a bowl. Use a separate bowl for water.
*Make him scrub the floors naked or clean the toilet with an old toothbrush.
*Make him sit at the table with his finger on his lip or his hands on his head while you eat.
*Make him sit on the toilet to pee.
*Make him think of a new way for you to humiliate him
*Make him use baby feeder cup
*Make him walk on his tiptoes. Stick double-sided tape under his heels to see they touch the floor.
*Make him wear female deodorant or baby powder
*Make him wear women’s camisoles under his shirts always
*Make subbie wear makeup
*Mask – latex – give him doll or girlie face
*Micro-management – Detailed accountability and control as to time spent or activities are done, including a list of jobs to do, precise directions as to how the housework is to be performed, and exactly how to act and behave.
*Nipple piercings/rings under see-thru top
*Noisy plastic pants (with diapers)
*Numb or clamp his tongue – give him a speech impediment
*Order him to fetch the newspaper or post while wearing an article of your clothing. Lock him outside.
*Paint his toenails.
*Pantyhose work well with shorts (male)
*Pet roles (act like a dog, cat, etc.)
*Pink Tee shirts will make a great addition to his wardrobe. Look for Tees with suitable messages/names printed on them
*Prohibitions or restrictions on clothing, a common example is being mandated to only wear revealing bikinis or lingerie or including feminizing or cross-dressing.
*Record really embarrassing sessions and make them watch it
*Send him emails in which you mention his submissive behavior or address him as your sub, slave, servant, boytoy, maid, girlie or whatever. Or send text messages.
*Serving other(s) (..clean friends place, tea party)
*Shave all body hair
*Shave his legs and make him go out wearing shorts.
*Shave pubic hair
*Shopping with dildo or butt plug in the ass while wearing control top panties/pantie girdle
*Sign him up at a BDSM message board and tell everybody what he has done wrong.
*Slave made to sit on a wooden chair with a dildo up his butt while being scolded.
*Slave tattoos (temporary, henna, permanent marker)
*Speech restriction, limited vocabulary, special babyish or childish words – make him lisp
*Speech rules – make him use humiliating words for anything of your choosing – clothing, utensils, body parts etc
*Spell Slave sub or whatever with suntan lotion & get tan
*Stand in the corner
*Stand slave in the corner (pants down)
*Style and/or dye his hair – wigs
*Substitute hotpants or little boy velvet-type shorts for his shorts
*Swallow own fluid
*Take him shopping and spray him with perfume.
*Tie a piece of fish line onto a ball harness and lead him with it around while shopping. He will never leave your side.
*Try to find him pink pajamas. Or make him wear a nightdress or babydolls in bed.
*Use saran wrap to bind legs (gives him small steps) or arms (restricted movement) or mummify him
*Verbal Abuse (see comments toward the end of this post)
*Wear (locking) Collar everywhere
*Wear a T-shirt that says I’m a sissy boy, I belong to Mistress, I am a girlie etc.
*Wear a bra and get a tan (males)
*Wear bra under see-thru top
*Wear chains from hand to feet that keep slave on all fours / bent over.
*Wear chains or manacles
*Wear clothes that are ripped
*Wear diapers while immobilized
*Wear panties under see thru clothes
*Wear tight bra under clothes
*Wear unmatching clothes
*When eating out, choose his meals for him. Order a ladies steak or a childs meal for him.
*Write a punishment or reward on a piece of paper and keep them in a bottle. Let him choose one randomly. Add new ones every week.
*Write on body (slut, sissy, etc.)
The memory haunted him, coming back at the least appropriate moments. He kept seeing the tight stretching of spandex across her nipples, the stains, the smell of her all mixed up, and mingled with the way she had treated him. Just thinking about it made him hard. He knew that she was right about him. He was a liar and a cheat, whore bait. His desire and need for punishment grew.
Days and weeks passed. He caught himself staring after women on the street, trying to find her. His wife noticed his pre-occupation and grew bitchy and mean. What little sex life they had ended. With every infraction, he felt worse. He began making an effort to show his wife more attention, more care. She grew more suspicious, seeing his efforts as evidence of a guilty conscious. And, she was right too. He felt trapped. He didn’t argue when divorce papers were served, didn’t fight over the unbalanced settlement which left him in a small apartment alone but finally free. He knew he had never deserved his wife, a part of him had never been there for her.
Months passed with the need growing until he could resist it no longer. He drove down into the land of darkness and shadows to find her. The streets were alive with the nightcrawlers, street people, coke heads, and the walking dead. He drove deeper until he was within the grim handiwork of industrial buildings surrounded in razor wire and decorated with gang graphics. His presence in the seedy underworld frightened and shamed him. It’s a suggestion of sudden violence and raw danger intrigued and terrified. But in its heart, he knew that she reigned. He turned the final corner and pulled his car to the curb.
Garbage and debris blew about in tiny gusts. He could not see anyone but felt the presence of watching eyes when he got out and locked his car. It was risking everything to be caught in such a place, but he couldn’t turn back. He walked over to the door his palms sweaty, knees weak, pulse racing.
There was a small buzzer box instead of a doorbell. He pressed it and waited. It was at that moment that he realized she might not be there. Or worse, she might be with someone else. He flushed. Half turning to go when the doorlock popped.
He waited then made the choice, no voice had invited him inside, but he had to go. He pulled open the heavy door and entered the dark space. The door banged shut behind him. He walked forward to the second door only to find that it was locked. He waited. Nothing happened. Deciding he had made a mistake he turned back to the outer door only to discover it was now locked too. Trapped.
“Hello?” His voice echoed hollowly in the untidy space. He frowned.
Silence answered him. He began to grow more and more frustrated.
“Hello. Remember me? I need to see you!” His voice was too loud and he hated the sound of desperation which had crept in.
“Strip Pig!” The voice blared from unseen speakers.
He cowered. After nearly a minute he began to strip. There was nowhere clean to place his clothing so he stood naked holding the small pile in his arms. This was not at all what he wanted.
“Pigs don’t have clothing. Get rid of them.” The too-loud metallic voice punished him again. He raced to place the pile in the cleanest spot.
“On your knees and show me your worthless offering!” The order plunged him to his knees on the filthy floor.
“Please. I need to see you! I left my wife, she was too good for me. You were right, I am scum. She got the house, the kids. Please…” The cold air against his naked skin made him tremble. He shifted uncomfortably.
“Show me your offering SCUM!” The voice grew harsher, more terrible.
He lifted his semi-hard cock into his hands, holding it, offering it. He heard laughter.
“You pitiful worm, such a humiliating little cock you have. You will pay double just to be allowed the priviledge of licking filth from my shoes.” Her laughter made him cringe.
“There is a slot in the wall. Place money into the slot until I tell you to stop.” There was no negotiating with the voice. His only alternative to obeying was to leave. He frowned but scurried to his pants to pull out his wallet. He folded bill after bill and shoved them through the slot. His need increasing to desperate levels as his wallet emptied quickly.
“Please…please! I must see you!” He began to beg as more money disappeared into the slot.
“On the floor Pig. On your belly.” He tossed away the nearly empty wallet and got down onto the floor on his belly as ordered.
“Crawl to the door and clean the floor with your disgusting body as you do.” He began to crawl, pushing dirt and debris ahead of him into a pile. He was a filthy disgusting pig. When he reached the door he was panting, sweaty, the dirt sticking to his skin.
The door lock clicked open. He lifted his head. The door opened. The sight of her almost made him cum. She seemed even taller from his position of abasement at her feet. Black spandex stretched tightly across every curve and arch. A double chain belt connected by ornamental handcuffs dangled from her waist. Her hair rose off her face big and full looking more like a lioness mane with shadings of red mixed into the gold. Long garish earrings brushed the tops of her shoulders. Her lips were full and deep red, eyelashes heavily layered in black mascara, shades of gray layering upward to perfectly arched brows.
“Eyes down animal!” Her voice drove his face into the floor.
She reached over to a coat rack mounted on the wall and pulled down a very wide spiked metal dog Collar. She leaned down and wrapped the collar tightly around his neck. When it was secure she attached a cheap metal leash to it. Without comment, she turned and with a harsh tug made him crawl behind her on his belly still pushing the pile of filth in front of him.
The sight and smell of her so close were tormenting. He kept sneaking glances up at her ass swaying above him. He longed to worship her darkest recesses, be forced to service her in utter humiliation. The imagery kept his cock partially hard which was painful dragging along the floor. He moaned and grunted but was too afraid of being dismissed by her to complain.
She led him past the area he remembered into a second room which was completely empty except for a ring on the floor. He crawled toward it his anxiety growing with every step. When she reached the ring she pressed his face into the floor using her high-heeled shoe against his neck. Without comment or discussion, she connected the ring directly to his collar.
“Get your ass in the air, knees together.” He forced his ass up, trembling. She unhooked the leash and looped it around his knees, it tightened painfully. Then she attached the open end to the same ring. He could not lift his face from the floor and the position held his ass high and his knees tightly together.
“What are you?” Her voice whipped. The smell of her and the slight touches of spandex against his skin hardened his cock further.
“I am a man…” His answer dwindled.
“Are you? A man isn’t collared is he?” She laughed.
He squirmed. “No…no.” He tried to remember how she had made him crawl. She was right, men didn’t wear dog collars. Men didn’t crawl through the filth.
“You will call me Mistress Lust. You will beg to live in my garbage. Beg to wear that collar about your neck. Beg to scream for my pleasure. You will come to this place 3 times each week and eagerly beg to pay to be in my presence. In this place, you are nothing, a worthless sewer rat, hypocrite, slut, without honor, unworthy of fucking a chicken. You will learn to jump on command and beg to be allowed to shoot your worthless seed. Your body is not yours and will be punished and used in any way that brings me pleasure. If you are ever late upon arriving or fail to obey you will be caged and punished, reduced and humiliated until you will beg to lick my toilet clean. Every waking moment of your life will be filled solely with how you can please me.” Her words terrified him almost beyond reason. A part of him still told him that she was just a common whore but it didn’t matter, he couldn’t escape her power.
“Do you agree to this animal? If you don’t you may run away now, find some rubber toy to fuck your little cock into but you will never be allowed to return here.” It was an ultimatum. He cringed against the collar if he accepted he knew he would never be able to go back. He would be used, humiliated, shamed. After his experience with her the first time he had begun to explore the darker side, the perversions, trying to understand his terrible need. From what little he had learned he knew she had offered him no limits, no choices, no safety. He should leave. Should find someone safe. But it was Her. There was nowhere to run from her in his mind. He was long ago lost to Her.
His voice was shaky when he answered. “I agree… Mistress Lust!”
She walked away from him, then returned with a black hood. She forced it down over his head. It was made of spandex, it stretched and tightened across his nose, his mouth in the only opening. He felt his body spasm. How had she known his obsession?
Something narrow and hard probed at the opening to his ass. He moaned, trying to evade it. It pushed inside of him, the first thing to ever enter him there. He froze, afraid. After a moment the narrow probe withdrew.
“Open your mouth animal.” He instantly obeyed.
“Clean my cane!” The order horrified him. He could smell the odor, knew where it had been, knew what she demanded of him.
“Now!” The cane pressed against his resisting lips. He began to pant but forced his mouth to open.
“Lick, clean, suck!” Her voice grew more firm. Tears filled his eyes, his lips closed over the dirtied tip. It was the ultimate humiliation he had ever experienced. To his shock he felt his cock start to throb. He felt the remainder of his manhood slipping away, this was his place, at her feet. He knew she had every right to use him so. He knew that he adored her because she WOULD use him so. Never let him get away with his nastiness. He began to willingly suck, every molecule in his body focused on pleasing her.
He cruised down the boulevard slowly, his eyes alert for just the right one. His car wove among the lights and shadows of yellow-orange garish street lights. Too bright neon signs flashed and trashed with their promise of titillation and obscure pleasures of the flesh. The homeless shuffled along, eyes too sharp in the ever-hopeful anticipation of a target, a mark for the drinking of. The street corners were ripe with activity and he slowed eagerly, scanning the high heeled, miniskirted denizens of the dark for just the right one…
They flowed toward his car like a tide of cheap trinkets. Their clothes too tight, eyes too brittle. He looked and rejected. Too short, too tall, too skinny, too fat, too much hair, too many tattoo’s. He sighed, returning his attention to the boulevard again. Behind he could see them flipping him off, he shrugged.
The next corner beckoned with its promise. He slowed again. One of the more aggressive stepped in front of his car bringing him to a halt. Even at that distance, he could see the unmistakable tracks on her arms, the telltale hollowness of addicted need in her desperate eyes. He waved for her to move. Another tapped on the passenger window. He frowned, she wasn’t right either.
He forced his car away without bothering to stop. He passed the next corner and the next before his eyes caught at a tall woman striding along the sidewalk. Her walk was pure attitude, that fuck you walk that parted the throngs of people that haunted the streets at night. He watched her for almost a minute, riveted by the nasty aggressive presence she exuded. At the next available spot, he pulled to the curb. Several females swarmed his car. A mark.
He shook his head and pointed at the woman just coming abreast of him. One of the females said something to her before turning away to seek her money elsewhere. She approached slowly, the remaining women scattering before her. For a long moment, she stood before slowly leaning down to rest her forearms on the window rest. In one hand she dangled a cigarette, impossibly housed in one of those old fashioned holders. He eyed it uneasily.
“John, Joe, Asshole… Are you a police officer, or involved in any ongoing investigation or sting to which your attention to me is for the utilization of information or to implicate me in any crime of any kind, shape or form?” She assaulted him with her voice before flicking ashes onto the seat. He stared at the shiny spandex stretched tightly across her tits, arms barren of track marks.
“No.” He shook his head.
Her eyes were that turquoise blue shade of cheap contact lenses. Blonde hair that didn’t move in the night air tufted high atop an overly done face. Every detail had been carefully exaggerated. Nothing could hide the lethality of her eyes. He knew instantly that she was the one.
She took another long drag. Then without further comment, she pulled open the door and climbed inside. The outfit she wore was in two pieces, leggings slippery and tight, halter with gapped lacings to offer glimpses of the flesh beneath. On her feet were clear acrylic platform pumps which buckled garishly at the ankles. He grinned.
“Drive. I don’t do no in-car blows.” Her voice whipped across him, no attempt to seduce him at all.
He drove for several blocks, following her offhand directions. She would engage in no further conversation. He finally pulled up to the curb of a rundown warehouse. She climbed out of the car without comment and walked toward a battered, graffiti written metal door. She pulled out a key and opened the deadbolt. Without comment, she led him into the darkness of a narrow hall.
“Don’t even think about hurting my asshole, I got this place wired and if you wanna lose a permanent hunk of your cock, you just do anything weird and see how fast I make you scream.” She shoved open an inner door which opened upon the inside of the large space.
He looked around uncertainly. That it was a living space he could easily see. However, the view was limited by screens which allowed him only to see a sheet-covered mattress lying on a platform and two chairs. She turned and faced him.
“5 bills for around the world, 3 for rock and roll, 1 for off the lizard. Extra for kink.” She turned and tossed her tiny bag onto one of the chairs. “In advance, in cash.”
He nodded and pulled out a hundred. She took the bill and walked over to shove it into a small slot in the wall where it disappeared from view. He waited nervously, his eyes lingering on her appearance.
She turned and stared at him for a long moment. Then she got out another cigarette and slid it into her holder. It was a wicked sight, the smoke curling up to veil her eyes slightly. She seemed to make a decision.
Her movement toward him was stern, he swallowed. With the heels, she stood level or even taller than he was. He waited for her to indicate how she wanted things done. She halted perhaps two feet in front of him.
“Strip!” Her voice snapped, the cigarette flickered.
He almost drowned but did begin to remove his pants. She watched, her toe-tapping restlessly. They dropped around his knees.
“All the way!” Her eyes narrowed. He pulled them free to stand naked from the waist down, wearing only socks and shoes. She shook her head. He frowned, very slowly he removed his shirt, socks, and shoes. She looked at him from head to toe.
Reaching down she lifted his semi-soft cock in her hand. Almost negligently she tapped the ashes off her cigarette so that they fell across his flesh. He flinched although the ashes were not more than warm where they touched him. Her long painted fingernails plucked at the skin of his cock sending shivers throughout his body.
“Pitiful penis!” There was mockery in her voice. The disdain in her tones. He squirmed but didn’t pull away from her touch.
“On your knees you disgusting worm.” Her voice rose.
He hesitated before dropping to his knees on the dirty floor. It left him at her crotch level. He could see stains on the spandex, smell her rich odors. She toed his bouncing cock with her shoe.
“Get your hands behind your back scumbag and worship the Goddess!”
He stuck his hands behind his back then hesitated. What did it mean to worship the Goddess? A hand in his hair drove his face to her street dirtied shoes.
“You aren’t fit to lick my shoes you little wormy pig.” The pressure against his neck increased until his mouth was against the plastic.
He flushed, then opened his mouth to lick the filthy shoe. It tasted awful, smelly garbage smells and tastes. He stopped wondering what the hell he was doing. Her hand-knotted in his hair reminded him.
“I said to get busy cleaning the Goddess’s shoes you pitiful whore bait!” Every word was a slap. He knew either he accepted what she was wanting to do or he left. He felt the hardness of his own cock and knew that he wanted exactly what she was doing. He lowered his mouth to clean her shoes, licking and sucking until they are shown as bright and shiny as her spandex did.
“Much better!” She grabbed him by the hair and forced him over onto his back. “So, you thought yourself worthy of tasting even me, the least of the Goddess’s?” Her laughter mocked him further.
She forced his head back, then lowered herself to sit on top his face. He was smothered in the ripeness of her scent and the mixed and mingled scents of others. He knew his own disgust and repugnance. She rubbed the scents across his face through the fabric. Marking him as the usage toy of a female. He moaned. She settled pressing the moist fabric of her spandex catsuit crotch down over his nose and mouth. You will lick and suck the cloth and beg to come.
He felt the fabric straining across his mouth and nose like a mask so very tight and hard to breathe through. He opened his mouth and sucked as hard as he could feel her long sharp fingernails plucking at his exposed nipples. She began to grind her crotch into his face painfully her hands moving down his body to his rock hard cock.
Using just her fingernails she lifted his cock to meticulously pinch every millimeter of skin. He writhed and groaned under the torture feeling the moisture of her pussy beginning to seep through the seams as she grew excited by what she was doing to him.
“You come seeking some worthless slut to service your pitiful urges, someone to hit and bleed while you drive off to your wife and kids and fake ass religious promises. Pond scum.” Her fingers twisted his cock. He screamed into her crotch. She became more excited and the pressure intensified making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
He could feel his need to come building with every sarcastic word she uttered. Every profanity and the demeaning thing she said. He was pond scum, lying to his wife and church. He wanted and needed to be punished and used by as she said a ‘Tarnished Goddess’. Even the lowest of females was miles above him.
He began to beg and plead for her to allow him to come. His body humping and grinding in the filth of the floor. She took one hand and twisted a nipple harder and harder while telling him to buck and fuck like the worthless animal he was. He obeyed helplessly until he was thrusting with every ounce of strength in his body. His screams of need filled the seepage stained spandex stretched taut across his mouth.
“Cum you garbage licking fuck face!” The words burst through him. His cum squirted and splattered to coat his stomach, legs and even the floor beside him. He grimaced at the painful contortions, the combination exquisite. When he had finished she rose from her position to press her shoe into the slimy mess he had left. Then she forced his mouth open with her fingers and made him lick and clean the disgusting mess from every inch of her shoes.
When she was finally satisfied she ordered him to his feet in dismissal. He trembled when putting on his clothes, knowing she had not given him permission to clean himself. She sat in one of the chairs and watched him impassively. When he was fully dressed he knelt before her, pulled out his wallet and offered her another hundred. She laughed softly before tucking the bill into the crevice between her tits.
Desiree had just gotten home from a hard day’s work, she had been looking forward to this night for a while now. She was a little nervous but knew that this man was going to change her life forever. She was still new to the female supremacy, but she had made the decision that she wanted him.
They had met online and had chatted for a while now. She was getting her bag of goodies ready. She had the restraints, the blindfold, the ball gag, and her new little purchase that had arrived just yesterday. She was almost dressed and ready. She stood at 5’9 in stocking feet, had blonde hair and green eyes. She was wearing her black leather corset and lace top thigh highs. Her panties were getting wet…should she change them? A grin spreads across her face. She slips on her new leather boots looking at the clock, he was to check in at 6 pm. It’s almost that time now. She throws on her ankle-length wool coat.
She had given him instructions hours earlier. She wondered how good he was at following orders. He was to be blindfolded, naked ( except cock ring…she loved cockrings ), and facing the wall. She would call from the corner to have him leave the door ajar. He had his limits and she was going to enjoy pushing them, as a smile spread across her face
She parked the car, glancing at the room w/ the door ajar. What would he be like? Will his hair be as dark as she imagined, his eyes as blue as the sky? She grabbed her bag and pushed the door wide open. Desiree stopped there in the doorway. What a lovely sight, his lean naked body standing there against the wall. His nice little round ass waiting for her to claim it, but that would come another night. She had other plans for tonight.
“Turn so I can see you” He hesitates because she has left the door open. “I said to turn” He slowly turns. What she saw made her mouth water. There stood a man in all his glory with a magnificent hard cock dripping with precum. She entered and closed the door. He had outdone himself with the room. There were candles lit, the smell of gardenias in the air, and she noticed her favorite bottle of wine sitting on ice. She laid down her bag and walked over to him. She towered over him in her heels. She touched his chest, slowly sliding her hand across to his back, touching him exploring this new territory. Her eyes scanned every inch of his body from his dark curly hair to his nicely shaped feet. She wanted this man, and in order to do so, she must take her place, to take control, to be the strong female she knew she had inside her.
“On your knees sub”, he took his place. He was instructed when on his knees to never look up at her unless she said to do so. She put her hands through his dark curly hair, she pulled his head back w/ a snap. She got down close to his ear ” I will own your every thought, you are my property” “Yes Ma’am”. “Now clean my boots with your tongue” He eagerly licked them clean as he sensually dragged his tongue. She watched his tongue glide across her boot, her mind wandering. He worked his way up to her ankles. She was starting to melt and lose control. She had to make him stop “Take them off”
He felt for the zipper, finding it he unzipped them and took them off. “My toes are aching” “Yes Ma’am” He worked magic with his hands. She could sense he was enjoying her feet. ” May I Ma’am?” She knew what a foot whore he could be.
“I have something for you”
“Now get up on the bed”
He crawls up on the bed. During their chats she had come across a story, a story she couldn’t stop thinking about. She had replayed it in her head several times as she had multiple orgasms thinking about him being tied down at her disposal. ” Lie on your back” He was such a delicious site sprawled across the bed. She put the new restraints she had made on his wrists and ankles. “Now my sub are you willing to endure all that I request?” ” Yes Ma’am”
“Do not call me Ma’am any longer you are now my property and you will call me Mistress” “Yes Mistress”
Round 1, his side of the dildo
She went to her bag and pulled out her new toy. She had been searching all over for it and she found it in London over the internet. She loved the way it looked and felt in her hands. She pulled off her panties then and stuffed them in his mouth. He struggled a bit not sure what she had done. ” Get used to the taste” She sat down on the lounge chair with the shiny black latex toy. Her pussy was already dripping with her juices as she slid her finger inside to feel the warm wetness. She pulled her finger out and tasted it. “Mmmmmm” She knew his mind was wandering, what must he be thinking. His cock was so big and hard and still dripping with precum. She slid the smaller end of the double-headed gag into her pussy. Sliding it in and out slowly at first, then faster. He was straining to hear what she was doing. He could hear the sound of it sliding back and forth in her wet pussy. She quickened the pace as she neared an orgasm. He laid on the bed moaning, he wanted to see her, watch what she was doing. Her body stiffened and she moaned as she released her first orgasm.
Round 2, his side of the dildo
The dildo gag was drenched with her juices. She walked over to the bed. She leaned close to his ear “This is for the best, you need me to do this”, as she pulled the wet panties from his mouth and replaced it with the wet dildo. She pulled the strap around his head. He could taste her juice as he moaned. ” Now my pet lets take off this blindfold I must see those eyes” He looked up at her. She could see the humiliation in his eyes, but she also the adoration. Her plan was working, he was going to be her property. He then noticed the dildo sticking out of his mouth, it was no ordinary gag. He looked worried. “Don’t worry my pet” She straddled his face with her long legs. She grasped the dildo as she slid down. What a euphoric high. She was riding a dildo and fucking his face at the same time. She pumped her pussy up and down and grinding it from side to side as he gagged from the dildo being forced deep into his throat. His eyes were tearing up. It wasn’t long before she had another orgasm. The juices squirted from her pussy as she slides off it, time to shoot her juices over his face. She loved the taste of her juices and hated to waste it as she licked it off his face. She undid the dildo gag from his face. He laid there longingly wanting her, his cock still hard and throbbing.
Tonight was not the night. She must deprive him. She must control his orgasms. She took off her leather corset and slipped into his t-shirt that he had placed over the chair earlier. She turned off the lights and slept soundly next to him. He laid there still restrained replaying it over and over in his head. How had this woman talked him into this? Sometime during that night, he lost his soul. She was in his head. He no longer owned his thoughts she consumed them.
There once were two old friends, named Britney and Ashley. Britney was 5 foot, 6 inches with medium brown hair brown eyes and tanned skin. She had a toned body and was sultry, sexy cool.
Ashley was tall, almost like an avatar, nearly 6-foot tall full body curvy voluptuous. When Ashley walked into a room, men would stare. Ashley was a free spirit unable to be tamed.
And then there was Bitch Boi. He was a cheating bastard, and Britney arrived one weekend to serve up some revenge.
Britney and Ashley started with their bare feet taking turns getting oral from their Bitch Boi while they made out with each other. Ashley insisted Britney stand on his balls to keep him screaming as Ashley ground her pussy into his mouth. As the evening progressed, they used shoes on his tenderized cock to keep the intensity going. Ashley had some wicked wedges that she used to stomp on him. He screamed like a mad man up her pussy as Britney flooded his screaming mouth. Britney used her stilettos placed directly on the head of his cock to make him scream like a banshee. She made out with Ashley all the while as she said things like, come on babe hurt it for me, dig your heel into it, harder baby, make the damm thing suffer to make your Bitch Boy howl, Hurt it honey hurt it bad make your Bitch scream up her pussy! It was pretty freaking awesome to hear Bitch Boi muffled screams under Ashley’s grinding pussy! Ashley told Britney to jam her stiletto heel down his urethra as Ashley fingered Britney to a mutual double orgasm!
It was amazing to have Ashley direct Britney like that… when they both stopped cumming. Ashley bent down to inspect Bitch Boi jacked-up cock. Ashley laughed at all the marks all over his cock from our shoes. Ashley took particular delight in deep dents Britney put in what Ashley said was “her” cock head. There was a small trickle of blood coming from his urethra. Ashley said for Britney to plant her pussy over his mouth as Ashley wanted to reciprocate the roaring orgasm Ashley just had. Ashley had this amazingly sadistic look in her face that Britney couldn’t deny as she did what Ashley said and plopped her post-orgasm creamed pussy onto his mouth! Ashley then said, “Britney do you want to make it bleed for us while you cum in his mouth?” Britney watched as Ashley took a corsage pin and ever so slowly drove it into the base his thick dick shaft. Ashley stuck three more in into Bitch Boi dick gleefully wriggling them to keep him screaming like crazy… Britney was in multi-orgasmic bliss. Britney flooded his mouth with pussy juice as BB screamed into her pussy. Britney continued to cum and grind her gushing pussy into Bitch Boi’s mouth. Ashley lifted his dick and found the deepest dent in the head of his cock from her stiletto heels. Britney almost collapsed in orgasmic bliss as she watched Ashley wickedly push on the corsage pin contorting his tenderized dick until his flesh gave way, and Ashley gleefully drove the corsage pin right through the middle of his fat cock head. Just as Britney thought BB was going to pass out Ashley placed the sole of her shoe on his pined cock shaft and said crush it and watch. Bitch Boi let out a new level of screaming. They both quivered with orgasms right then.
Bitch Boi let out a new level of screams under her gushing pussy as the sole of her shiny black stiletto crushed his cock with the corsage pins deeply embedded in his dick shaft meat. Ashley then flashed her classic sadistic wicked blissful smiles and slowly pulled the pin in the head of his cock out. Britney swooned and almost collapsed onto Bitch Boi’s pussy glazed face as Ashley twisted his dick so they could watch a jet of blood forcefully spray out the underside of Bitch Boi’s cock as the pin is withdrawn. Britney fingered her to orgasm as Ashley continued to withdraw the pin. Ashley giggled then used her fingernail to open up BBs urethra. They watched as Ashley paused to pull the pin through his urethra and blood sprayed out his hole. Ashley pushed on her foot to get more pressure on his cock shaft. Fuck it was wild, Ashley slowly continued pulling the pin they watched the pin disappear into the deep heel dent on the top of his sorry cock head and instantly shoot another jet of blood out the top. Slowly the jets of blood out his dick head subsided.
BBs cock head was a bloody mess. Britney took her foot off of Bitch Boi’s glans and stared at the bloody mess. The corsage pins in his cock shaft were all trickling rivers of blood. They laughed like crazy at his fucked up dick! Ashley giggled and took out the powerful vibrator and said, “Should we?” Then rhetorically responded to her own question…”Fuck yeah” incredibly they both came again as Ashley used the powerful vibrator to bring BBs totally flaccid cock to orgasm. They both yanked the pins out of the shaft of his cock just as Bitch Boi groaned a sick guttural sound, and they watched thick blobs of bloody cum squirt out of his bloody cock! They fed the bloody cum to him and wiped it on his pussy-glazed mouth. BB looked down at his mangled cock, lying limp before him on a table, battered and bruised… and oozing blood seeping out from where the corsage pins had punctured his man meat.
They undid him and told him to clean his mess off. Then they headed to the shower to wash his blood and cum off their bodies and freshen up their vaginas. They retired to Britney’s bedroom and closed the door. Bitch Boi was left outside. Ashley and Britney slept like babies that night! That was the highlight of the weekend for sure!
My wife Sandra pulled back the shower curtain and glanced me over. “Good morning Peanut”, she smirked and arched an eyebrow, “You’re cute” she teased.
I playfully splashed her away. She laughed and closed the curtain. “Oh by the way, I have some friends coming over today” she announced.
“Oh?” I responded, unsure of what was going to happen next.
For the last couple of months, things have been a little strange between us, but in a good way. We had been married for only three years and yet, I recently revealed to my wife that I like to be teased about the size of my penis. At first, she was taken aback and flat out refused to consciously ridicule me, but as weeks passed, she began to indulge me in some of my fantasies. “Is it in yet?” she chuckled as I tried my best to please her. My efforts resulted in condescending laughter and me prematurely ejaculating. She was surprised and amazed by my reaction and it soon became a regular part of our lovemaking. Comment here and a comment there.
Soon thereafter I begged her to compare me to her past lovers. She obliged, commenting that I am by far the smallest man she has ever been with. She began calling me ‘peanut’ a reference to my smaller than average measurements. Although she’d always maintained that size does not matter, she enjoyed my reactions to her teasing. Soon she began calling me names out of the bedroom, which I loved and encouraged.
I became more and more forthcoming and revealed more and more of my fantasies to her. From the very tame to the very extreme. Public belittlement, being exposed as the owner of a small member, being forced to be naked in front of a room of women, and even cuckolding. Some of these she shrugged off, others were a flat out no and the rest were a playful ‘maybe’.
She knew I’d fantasied about being ridiculed about my size in front of her snooty college friends, but… surely this couldn’t be it?
“Who’s coming?” I asked sheepishly.
“Just Angela and Becky” she replied.
Suddenly she pulled back the shower curtain once more, “is that okay baby boy?” she asked.
“uhh, yeah, of course” I replied nervously.
“Sweetie,” she said breaking character for a moment, “are you sure?” she said in a serious tone.
“ummm…” I couldn’t find the words, but my penis did my thinking for me. I was at full mast. My wife glanced down and chuckled, “they’re gonna laugh at your little dicklette”
“I uhh, I know, umm….” I was gobsmacked.
She of course found it hysterical, “I’m going to make you look so silly today” she laughed some more before leaving me with my thoughts.
A few hours later I was downstairs cleaning up, preparing for our visitors. It was a warm day and Sandra had advised her friends were coming over to hang out by the pool. Normally, this would have been fine, but she’d thrown out all of my swimming trunks. If I wanted to swim I’d either wear one of her bikini bottoms or do it in the buff. Either way, I knew I’d be in a constant state of embarrassment. This excited me beyond belief.
Both Angela and Becky had gone to college with Sandra.
Angela is a tall busy brunette with a great deal of sexual confidence. I always found her intimidating. Angela had recently been divorced and was in an ‘experimental phase’ as she’d married young and felt she’d missed out. Sandra had re-shared stories with me about her sex life. Apparently, Angela is a size queen, which makes the idea of being exposed in front of her more exciting. For those of you who don’t know, a size queen is someone who prefers a lover who very well endowed and would choose nothing less. The idea of sexually disappointing someone like Angela drove me bonkers.
Becky was the type of girl I’d always go out of my way to impress. She was playful, fun and often flirty. I’d always detected she liked me on some level and there was always playful banter back and forth. She was a tall athletic blonde and she had sleeve tattoos on both arms. She was outspoken and pretty. I knew she’d see me in a different light soon and this also quite excited me.
At 11am the doorbell rang.
“Peanut, can you get that please?” my wife yelled from the other room.
Nervously, I approached the front door.
Both Angela and Becky were in their swimming gear. Angela was wearing a one-piece and her ‘girls’ were almost spilling out. She completed the look with a wide-brimmed straw hat and a loose hemp skirt. Becky was wearing an itsy bitsy outfit leaving very little to the imagination. She wore a baseball cap and was oddly wearing a pair of red heels. Both looked incredible and I suddenly felt an odd feeling in my stomach. My anxiety was going into overdrive.
“Umm, hey ladies,” I said nervously.
They both shared a look before sharing a chuckle. I felt like there were in on some sort of joke and I was the punch line. With knowing smirks they both glanced down at my midsection.
“Hey, stud!” Becky playfully said.
I visibly turned bright red, as I fumbled with my words and turned into a stuttering moron. It soon dawned on me that my wife already told them what to expect, they somehow seemed different.
My wife emerged from the bedroom as the three of them exchanged pleasantries before exiting through to the patio, “Peanut, how about you get us some drinks?” my wife ordered, “That’s three banana daiquiris and maybe a tall glass of water for yourself” she added, mockingly.
Several minutes later I was in the kitchen preparing four drinks. I was so excited I was visibly trembling. My hands were shaking, I was having heart palpitations.
Out on the patio, all three ladies had made themselves comfortable, sunbaking on the only three deckchairs. As I approached them, I felt as though I was intruding on a private ‘girl talk’ session. They all went silent and hushed to each other as I came in close handing them their drinks.
All three ladies were staring at me, grinning from ear to ear.
“Thank you Peanut,” my wife said.
“Why do you call him Peanut?” Becky asked.
“It’s my little name for him” Sandra smiled locking eyes with me.
“So, Sandra says you have a little pee-pee. Is that true?” Angela asked with a hint of mockery.
I suddenly found myself becoming erect, “umm, I uhh-“
Sensing my terror, my excitement and my arousal, wife chimed in, “he’s fun-sized” she announced, waving her pinky at me.
All three ladies erupted in laughter as I stood there shaking in excitement. It was then that I realized, I had to get out of there. I was on the verge of having a little ‘accident’
“Aww look, he’s excited” Becky declared, pointing at my crotch.
I looked down only to notice my little boner had made a tent in my shorts. In fear, I squeezed my legs together and cupped my crotch with both hands. I must’ve looked so silly. My wife looked a little concerned and broke character, “are you okay?”
“Yep, yep” I said, profusely sweating, “I just, need to use the bathroom” I quickly bolted into the house as their laughter rang in my ears. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I climaxed in my shorts, doubling over in post-orgasmic bliss. As embarrassed as I was, I was glad I didn’t blow my load in front of an audience.
I must’ve stayed in the house for close to half an hour after I cleaned myself up.
After my orgasm, I felt silly. I’m sure they thought the whole thing was odd and silly too. I was mortified, mortified that my amazing wife had convinced her friends to indulge me in my stupid little fantasies. I was embarrassed, but a different kind of embarrassment and I planned to stay out of sight and hidden for the rest of their visit.
Unfortunately, that was not part of Sandra’s plan.
“Peanut! Peanut!” I heard her calling. “PEANUT!” she shouted.
I quickly composed myself, took a deep breath, and made my way outside once more.
“Yes, my love? You rang?” I asked.
They were all tipsy, they’d been sharing, laughing, and having a really good time. My wife decided to take things just a little bit further. It took my completely by surprise.
“Honey, why don’t you undress for us?” Sandra said, which sounded more like an order.
The color must’ve left my face. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What?” I responded.
Both Becky and Angela were looking on with wide-eyed grins, astonished that they were party to this whole spectacle and that I was spineless and powerless. I must’ve looked so pathetic.
“It’s what you want isn’t it?” she teased, “we’ve been talking and we all think you should be naked for the rest of the day” she added.
I nervously looked down at my feet.
“Aww, is winkie a widdle shy?” Becky teased
“Show me that ‘big’ dick of yours” Angela mocked, with an overemphasis on the word ‘big’.
I locked eyes with my wife and she arched an eyebrow at me. She puckered her lips and blew me a kiss. I was putty.
Nervously, I removed my shirt which was met with howls and mild applause. I knew I was in great shape and I knew I looked good without a shirt on.
“Go on! All off now!” My wife literally barked at me.
Afraid and excited, I slowly put my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and, in one swift motion, I yanked them to the ground.
Nerves and post-orgasmic bliss contributed to a particularly shriveled and minuscule penis. I looked down and to my horror, only the pale mushroom tip was visible out of the nest of thick black pubic hair. Not a manly look at all.
Sandra smirked and chuckled triumphantly. Her friends stared at me for what felt like an eternity.
Becky covered her mouth and whispered something to Angela. “I know,” Angela said responding to Becky. The two shared a laugh.
“Ohh, Sandra, you poor thing!” Becky sympathetically empathized with my wife, before adding, “and he looks just like a man, awww…. That’s too bad” she smiled at me.
“I know, it’s such a shame to be married to such a good looking macho man who’s blessed with such an unimpressive little pee-pee” Sandra replied. She held up her thumb and index finger, “He’s almost a woman” she added.
“Too much?” she said, locking eyes with me. Checking in to see if our little game was getting too out of control. Oddly, as nervous as I was, this is what I wanted and right now, I wanted to be naked and judged by these three gorgeous women.
I shook my head ‘no’
“Sandra, you weren’t kidding”. Angela chimed in, “Jeff is probably double his size, at least. He looks like a little boy, Oh my fucking god!” more laughter followed.
“Take a lap sweetie!” Sandra ordered.
“Take a lap?” I responded, unsure of what she meant.
“Run around the pool you idiot! Now!” She practically shouted at me.
Like a moron, I quickly sprinted around the pool as the three of them looked on and howled with laughter. “Again!” Sandra ordered, “Don’t stop till I tell you!”
I ran around the pool again and again as my bits bobbed and jiggled. I thought Becky was going to pass out from all the laughter, her face was bright red.
Eventually, Sandra ordered me to stop and catch my breath. “Come here Peanut!” she ordered.
I stopped and stood before them, “Star jumps!” she said.
“huh?” I responded, still trying to catch my breath.
“10-star jumps! Now!” she shouted at me.
So there I was, doing ten-star jumps, feeling every little bit silly. My bits jiggling and bouncing. I felt sillier and sillier with each second.
Amidst the public display of humiliation, I was forced to endure, I had become erect. All of me was now on display as my erect member throbbed and jutted forth, bobbing with my heartbeat. My little member was now ripe and ready for action. All eager and purple. I was so excited, I could blow at any minute.
“This is too much!” Angela said, in hysterics, “What ‘man’ would agree to this!? You’re so pathetic!” she said to me with a large smile on her face.
“All this time you were just pretending to be a man” Becky added.
“I- I’m sorry” I responded.
“Thank you for your apology. Now apologize for being half a man!” she ordered.
“Sorry, I’m half a man!” I declared. More fits of laughter ensued.
“He’s so pathetic!” Becky declared, “uck! You should not ever be comfortable being naked in front of women. Aren’t you ashamed?” Becky added some more insults.
Insulting, but still playful. Clearly, my wife had given them pointers.
“How big is he?” Angela asked my wife in between Becky’s insults. “Just over four inches!” my wife announced. My face burned red in humiliation.
“Awww, that’s too bad, huh?” Becky teased some more.
“I wouldn’t be able to feel that! He’s just too small for me” Angela declared.
Once more, I looked down at my member and pinched the tip with my thumb and index finger. Another fit of laughter followed, “Only two fingers!? Aww that’s precious!” Becky added.
This was way too much, I suddenly felt on the verge of orgasm once more.
“Peanut! Do you think you can make a little worship puddle for us?” Sandra asked, batting her eyes at me.
Clearly, she wanted me to masturbate in front of her and her friends.
I began jerkin it with my thumb and index finger. My technique was me with more laughter. “No, no, no sweetie! My little Peanut” my wife, Sandra said interrupting me, “You’re not big enough for that, just rub the tip with your right index finger!” she ordered.
She was clearly making me look more pathetic than I was.
Like a fool, I slowly rubbed the tip of my dick with my thumb. I let out a moan which was met with a brief applause. “suck your thumb on your other hand!” Angela ordered.
I obliged, feeling every little bit silly.
It didn’t take too much, but before too long I felt myself trembling and what followed was an intense orgasm. It spurted out on the floor beneath me as I struggled to catch my breath.
Applause followed with howling cheers as I ejaculated in front of my wife and her snooty friends.
As soon as I came down from the high, I couldn’t believe what I had just done and suddenly I felt more silly and embarrassed than I ever had in my entire life.
“Feel better Peanut?” my wife asked.
“uh-huh” was all I could muster.
“You guys have an odd fucked up sex life” Angela announced.