Mistress

Masturbation on request or miss the World Cup Semi Final? I humbly chose the latter and apologised. Thinking that was enough. Thinking it such a small oversight. But Prim took it as a major slap in the face. It was Her cock and She would not be denied by a mere football match, even if Her orders to me were to do it in a sleazy pub toilet. I still turned up for our rendezvous the next day and prayed She would too.

As I get closer to the door, I can see there is a note attached to the front door. As I get close enough to read it, I see that she is awaiting my arrival. Out of politeness, I knock on the door and wait a moment. Then the door opens. It is Robert. He is partially dressed in a tuxedo and it appears he is getting ready for an evening out.

"I'd love to be your booby-bammer." I replied. I continued staring at Joan's ample tits, as they slowly returned to their normal color. I was still tremendously turned on by what had just happened, and due to helping pull her downward to increase her own pleasure, I had forgone mine. I began jerking off once again, as I kept my eyes glued to her magnificent mams. "Oh Jack!" she exclaimed. "

"Good boy. Always remember that I can abandon you anytime I desire it. Do you understand?" "Woof." "Good. Now, Master Dave, has he been a good puppy?' "Yes, Goddess Vena, he has." "Dino, get on all fours." After I got on all fours, Goddess Vena told me to lower my chest onto the table and put my hands behind my back. She and Master Dave stood behind me. After having my legs spread further apart, I felt Goddess Vena's sharp nails caressing my balls.

I attended a small get-together amongst friends. We were all very aware of each other's involvement in the lifestyle. We were to bring 2 friends who were, also lifestyle friendly. These guests were to be strangers to the others invited to the gathering. There were fifteen people in total that night and 2 of the hosts were lounging on the couch. I sat on the floor leaning against the couch, lounging as well.

I looked around the sitting room, where my sisters and mother and the aristocratic and haughty Lady Marjory and the flame haired Rose her tall spoiled daughter, were all looking expectantly at me and I laughed. "Mr Harnsworth," Lady Marjory demanded, "What exactly do you find funny?" It was something my Father said many years ago, "John," he had said to me in his kindly manner as I stood before him many years ago as a child, "

The following is my re-creation of an event that happened a few years ago. I had been a sissy slave to Mistress Marie for over 2 decades during which I become a totally submissive slave to Her every desire. I think of Her often as She has passed now. While doing Self-Bondage activities shortly following Her passing my wild imagination conjures up the Mistress in my head and She takes charge.

*Dedicated to my male and female submissive anal sluts... this story is not one of male/female submission, but rather Domme/male submission. Benford puts his Queen of Debauchery through her first test, as a Mistress.* * Lord Benford woke the next morning to see his Queen lying beside him. Her breathing was calm and sedate, yet he knew that in the midst of passion she was so much more. He had always dreamed of finding her.

It was the winter of 1944; I was an Army Air Corps P-51 Pilot providing air cover over the mountains of France protecting bombers going in and out of Germany on Raids. After a successful mission, I was heading back to my base when two FW190's jumped me. I took two shots in my engine and started to lose altitude with the engine on fire. I slide back my canopy and bailed out of the cockpit.

Blindfolded, the man was lead down a long corridor, walls of stone, cold and silent surrounded them. The man shivered as the cold air clawed at his skin covered only by a thin layer of sweat that clung to his body. The sound of a heavy wooden door opening assailed his ears and he was led into the room beyond. Swiftly he was placed between two stone columns in the centre of the room and tied between them so his body formed an x.

Many kinksters will argue that BDSM is about physics- the creamy rhythm between the cane and the flesh, or the quiet intensity of tying a submissive in a challenging and artistic position. Others might counter by saying that is all about biology- kink electrifying the exchange of endorphins and fuelling the intensity of the pain and pleasure paradigm. Two episodes with my Mistress recently illustrated to me that whilst both above are true, its chemistry that is the all-important science, needed to create the perfect scene between Dominant sadist and compliant submissive.

A prequel to the Bunny Trilogy; June 3rd 7pm. He stood there as She had requested, naked apart from the collar and leash and pressed up against the picture window. He could see the golden vista in front of him- the impossibly green Kent landscape, fed by the incessant winter rains, ran down to the cliffs and the sea beyond. At this time of year the sun had yet to wane, and its honeyed glow coated everything a warming amber.

*Please note the following story is completely fictional and is meant to be portrayed as a completely consensual, adult, safe D/s relationship and story. Ivy knew she had been bad, she had willfully disobeyed her Mistress. She had been tired this morning after their fun night of play and completely disregarded her chores while she was at work. She knew that was unacceptable and would pay and now she was stuck here all night to think about it.

"Isn't this an incredible place? I mean, look at all the people here. They're all hot." He turned and watched two women walk by, ogling them in the worst way, but in a way most guys seemed to think was somehow attractive or appealing to women. I sat my empty drink on the bar. "Excuse me," I said talking to the side of Steve's or Rob's or Leo's head. He had introduced himself but 10 seconds after he had said his name I couldn't remember it and never would.

Mistress Catja's session with 'analslave M' 23-03-2015 My head is pounding as I hear Mistress Catja's footsteps on the gallery. This horny bitch can't escape, there is no way out and I don't want any other way. 'So filthy slut here I am again. Have you cleaned your house for your Mistress?' 'Yes Mistress.' 'Indeed very cleaned up, have you done that all by yourself?' 'Someone does this for me Mistress.

Sat at the end of the bar, just staring into space, you've been nursing the same drink now for 30 minutes, not that I've been watching you. Oh how I would love to be able to read your mind, to know have you once thought of me, are you thinking of me right now? From my seat in the corner I can see most of the bar without being spotted. I've seen the way everyone looks at you as they walk in or head towards the bar.

Tanya nervously clutched her purse to her chest as she walked through the heavy door. She pulled off her sunglasses that had been in place hiding her face, despite the fact that it was overcast and dark outside. She eyed the reception area as she pulled the door shut behind herself. The building on the outside resembled an inner-city residential house that had clearly been renovated to support a business now.

She pulled the shiny, black thigh-high leather boot on over her leg and zipped it up. She had just purchased them that morning and as she looked at herself in the mirror she couldn’t help but admire how stunning she looked in them. Turning her body this way and that she assessed the image in front of her. The outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination. The tight black leather corset ran from her belly button to the bottom of her breasts, cupping and lifting them beautifully.

He glanced down at the watch on his wrist. 8:52pm. He'd made the phone call earlier on, she was late. It worried him when she was late, although he never knew why; she was never consistent with these sorts of things. It was raining heavily, enough to rattle against the glass in the windows. The door bell rang. "At last!" he thought to himself as he headed for the front door.

Cal continued to toil away at his chores zealously in the hopes of completing them early and earning some well deserved free time. No matter how many character flaws Lara and Jenna had to complain about Cal's behavior, no one could ever call him lazy or unmotivated. He was the kind of person who strove to achieve excellence in whatever he put his mind to. It just so happened that he was currently striving to suck and clean Lara's used panties and complete all his chores efficiently.

Lara's POV "This can't be..." Lara was muttering to herself as she and Jenna inspected Cal's chores. Cal was following close behind with his arms bound behind his back and his mouth stuffed and gagged by his very own mom. Lara had excitedly wrapped her leather belt around her hand and was looking forward to smacking Cal on his arse, the chores were a means to add to his infractions and prolong his suffering.

This part's pretty short. Haven't really been able to write for a while now. ----------------------------------------- The small sound crushed Cal's soul as the thought of being caged and chastised scared the crap out of him. "Nice. That's a good pet." "Mmmphhh." Cal squirmed and writhed glaring at Lara. "Okay, let me get this gag off before you start frothing at the mouth." Lara unwrapped the scarf and pulled out the wad of socks making Cal cough and wheeze.

Cal had by now figured out all of the potential pitfalls and deftly avoided them. He took care of all of his early morning work and cooked up a wonderful bacon and eggs with some pancakes and maple syrup. "Jeez, I could really get used to this new routine. It really is wonderful to have someone else cook for you and attend to you." Cal was pleased with his mother's compliments and served her some coffee as well.

I moved in to room 205. It was tough moving. I have never lived on my own, never lived in an apartment. From childhood to college, I stayed at my big family home in Illinois. Moving to New York was a big step. My apartment was not too large yet comfortable. The only friends that I made in a week were from work and all of them lived quite far away, so it was quite exciting when I saw the woman who lived across the hallway in apartment 204.

I would like to thank a special friend for her proof reading skills and for her advice generally which have made this story better than it would otherwise have been. WARNING: This story contains a scene of "golden showers," female on male consensual urination. If this is not for you then I would suggest that you proceed no further as I have no wish to offend anyone. It's the story of the visit, by an experienced older submissive, to a young dominatrix for the first time.

You walk into my room expecting to see me in a cute little skirt, and a little girl top, just the way you like me. What you get makes your mouth drop open. Standing here, in front of you, is a girl that you can barely recognize, a girl completely transformed by the couple of days she was ignored. This girl is the One that has awakened within me, while I was waiting for your call.

Disclaimer: These are real stories. Everything that happened here is, to the best of my knowledge, what actually happened. The experiences are several years old, but I captured them all to the best of my ability. ***** So, it's been a year since my last femdom experience. That last one with an older woman really killed it for me. I told her what I liked, and what I didn't. She did everything to me that I told her I didn't like.

I had decided he was finally going to do it. I was going to visit a dominatrix and have my fantasy of hardsports finally fulfilled. I had been researching it online and had found Mistress Jenny, who was supposed to be one of the cruelest pro dommes in the scene. It wouldn't be cheap, as I would need to travel to New York city for the session, a four-hour drive plus a hotel room.

The alarm went off but there was no point, Allie was already awake. She had been awake for an hour anticipating today. She slid her hand down under the sheets caressing her hard nipples. She caressed her round, full breasts thinking about the interview. She still couldn't believe she had landed this interview. Rachel was a not only a strong business owner in their area, but also predominant Dom in the BDSM world.

Chapter 2 "Beep, Beep," Allie's phone chirped. She knew who the text was from without even looking at it. It was Mistress. Allie and Rachel had been playing together on and off now for about a week. She looked up from the article she was writing about Rachel's place and grabbed her phone. 'Looking forward to tonight. 7:00. Come around to the back of the building and let yourself in. I'll leave further instructions on the table by the door.