So I met my mistress six weeks ago. She sensed that I was lonely and lost and invited me to come home with her to meet her prize-winning dogs. She told me to undress and then put a collar around my neck. She said that I could leave at any time but that if I stayed all my troubles would be over, but that I would have to become her "
My name is Staci. I hang out with Michelle and Alexis and Andrea. I'm a submissive lesbian, so when I say we, "hang out," I mean that I spend a lot of time tied up and at their mercy. Michelle is about 5'10" athletic build, with red hair, pale skin, and C cup tits. She is the leader of our group. Alexis is short, slim, tan and blonde, with big fake DD tits (like me!
Forward
I had finally given in to my darkest desires and gone to a dominatrix. We had met online and chatted quite a bit before finally meeting in the flesh. At first, I had been a bit embarrassed and more than a bit uncomfortable.
She called herself Dominique and she was not at all what I expected. Quite quickly, I found myself relaxing and opening up to her. She smiled and appeared down to earth and sensible.
The system had been introduced nationwide for all children aged 18. This was considered the perfect age - their bodies ready for tuition, but not so old they had yet been corrupted by bad ways of thinking of sex. The girls and boys were separated in to different classes; the girls to learn about anal care, the anatomy of the prostate, rectum, anus, how to penetrate without causing harm and whilst giving pleasure, how best to choose and fit a strap-on; all the technicalities, as well as being taught (as they had been since they began school) of the sanctity of Woman.
(This is a fictional story about a young man's experiences enslaved by a middle age woman. It is a tickler for men not to overlook middle aged women who are not only sexually experienced having grown up in the liberated 70's but are not afraid of taking over as well! Having personally experienced women from their young adulthood in college to women in their fifties I know that experience counts and have had more exciting times with middle aged women who are not afraid of variety and especially female domination!
Let Me tell you about me. I mean, what I want you to know. I really do enjoy the life I live, I wouldn't trade it for the world. It wasn't always good though. All my experiences have brought me to where I am today. I like to think I'm a great judge when it comes to people. I can spot a weak man a mile away and once i have them in my grasp I do what I want with them.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
Angela wasn't sure what the woman had just said to her. She hadn't felt like herself all evening. These monthly drinks with the girls had become the only time she got out of the house. She'd been stuck in her own head all night though. She thought she was getting away with it until Sharon insisted she join her for a cigarette. Angela knew she was on the patches, she wouldn't stop talking about the patches.
"You fucking bitch!" I exclaimed for about the one hundredth time as I saw her holding up a DVD as she boarded the plane. A week ago, I had landed in Mexico, a regular college guy looking to blow off some steam on spring break. What I am now, and will be in the future, entirely depends upon the devious mind of the girl who just boarded the plane, whom I know only as "
Dan stood silently in the corner. He was naked, and his bottom was bright red from his recent across-the-lap hairbrush paddling from his girlfriend Stasia.
His punishment would be finished if it weren't for the fact that he had ejaculated when he was being spanked. He squirted his spunk on Stasia's legs and ankles, as well as on the carpet beneath him. The way he twisted and squirmed when he spurted embarrassed him now, although he felt no shame at the time when the intense feeling of his orgasm overcame him.
She stroked her cock with one hand and watched him, watched the combination of fear and desire stutter across his face. He was a good looking man, married, mid-thirties, a little paunchy but nice definition through his chest and shoulders. His hair was close-cropped and brown. His eyes were brown, too. He had a delicious ass, and a serviceable, if not impressive penis. She wondered, as she always did, what brought him to her feet.