He realized he had began to flag during his mental ranting, and he heard footsteps and voices on the stairs. Waves of embarrassment began to wash over him. With growing panic, he realized one of the hangers holding up his sign had slipped off of the end of his cock.

“Oh my, what do we have here?”

“Lara seems to have finally found a toy. My dear you see to have found a young one, and he does look yummy! And doesn’t he blush prettily, you would think he had never been displayed before.” He heard a buzz of conversation around him. There was too much, he could only hear snatches.

“his sign seems to have gone askew, is that a problem?”

Then he heard her voice clearly over the others. “What?” Footsteps approached him. A quiet voice whispered into his ear, “Is there some sort of problem, pet? You want to impress these folks with your ability to follow instructions don’t you?”

With each word, he felt the need to please her washing over him.

“Perhaps you would need a bit of help to keep it up.”

“No! No, I can do it! Please don’t embarrass me more!” he whispered desperately.

“Tom, could I borrow one of your subs for the evening? My pet is awfully new at this and is having trouble keeping on task. Yes, that one I think. There dear, just make sure he stays hard, and don’t talk to him or anyone else. Yes, hang up his little sign and we will start again. Tom and I will discuss a suitable reward for you at the end of the evening.”

He heard her walk away and he was miserable again. He was just to be ignored by everyone, an object of ridicule. His misery washed over him. He jumped, as far as he was able to anyway, cuffed as he was as he felt the warm wetness along the length of his cock. Someone was licking him, running their tongue over his cock, carefully avoiding the sensitive tip. It wasn’t her, she was on the other side of the room, he could follow her voice, it must be the sub assigned to keep him hard. It had felt so wonderful, he responded immediately, his cock sprang to immediate attention.

He heard voices near him again and sensed that someone was looking at him. “Oh that seemed to do the trick, now we can read his little sign. Oh goody, an interactive display!”

Someone grabbed his right nipple and began to massage it gently. It grew taunt under their fingers, then the left one was rubbed as well. He felt one being sucked, it was a wonderful feeling, it somehow traveled directly to his groin. He began to bob up and down and he felt himself dripping. The gentle sucking had increased and he could feel teeth rubbing across his nipple. He quietly moaned from the feeling. The teeth latched onto his nipple, tighter now, the pleasant feeling turning quickly into something more intense as the pressure increased. Then someone else began sucking at the other nipple, confusing him, the pleasure and pain together were blending and confusing him. He began to whimper and suddenly as quickly as it had started, he was alone with his thoughts.

As time passed, more people played with him, that was the only way that he could think of it. He was stroked, pinched, prodded and licked. One instance was very difficult. Tied as he was, he couldn’t move. And he was ticklish, so the yelp he gave when someone bit the inside of his calf was understandable. The teeth began to explore his legs. Never biting hard, just hard enough so that he knew what it was. He tried pulling away, that was fruitless, he couldn’t move. He asked whoever it was to please stop. That didn’t seem to have any effect either. He resolved to be stoic and take it. That worked for a while, but they seemed to zero in on the most sensitive spots, and soon he was begging them to stop. They didn’t. The torture continued endlessly in his mind when suddenly, instead of another agonizing bite/tickle, his torturer began licking his balls. The lack of hair had made them incredibly sensitive and soon he was again pushing himself forward as well he could to try and increase the contact. But as quickly as it started, his tormentor abandoned him to snacks and small talk.

And always, the warmth of the tongue whenever he felt himself flagging. He began to hope for moments of inattention, just to have that wonderful feeling again. He found himself leaning into it – pushing his cock forward, wanting more than the fleeting warmth, to feel the warmth of that mouth wrapped around him. He had begun to sigh in frustration and to whisper, ‘please, please don’t stop, that feels so wonderful…’ whenever it withdrew.

Suddenly he felt breath in his ear. ‘I see that you have managed to keep you little sign in position with help.”

“Yes ma’am, please release me and let me go home, this is humiliating.”

“Yes, I suppose it is, but then it was supposed to be a chance for me to show you off as well as an exercise in obedience and I can see that the obedience part needs work. Although you do seem to be a hit, I have been asked several times tonight for you as a loaner when you are trained. Although there was your disobedience earlier.”

A feeling of panic welled up in him. “Loaner!? what does that mean?!”

“You don’t really thing that I wouldn’t share my toys, Tom shared one of his with me tonight and it has saved you from a much more severe punishment. Yes, you will be shared with other masters for their pleasure when I am ready, but for now you are mine and mine alone.”

“And as for your disobedience, what do you think is fair?”

“You would punish me in front of everyone?”

“Of course, you disobeyed in front of them and they would see you punished.”

“I don’t know, please don’t spank me in front of everyone, being turned over your knee would be too much to bear.”

Her hand caressed his face, “Paddling then, 20 then instead of the 50 you would have gotten had you dropped it entirely. Then I will give you to Toms sub as a reward. Now ask me for your punishment”

He hung his head and quietly said, “I am sorry I disappointed you, I deserve punishment and request that you punish me. Please.”

“Louder please dear, I am sure everyone would like to hear how a well-behaved pet asks for his punishment.”

He gathered his courage and said in a loud voice, “Mistress, I am sorry I disappointed you, I deserve punishment and request that you punish me. Please.”

She said, “As you wish.” His hands and feet were released and his sign and blindfold removed. He was lead over to the bench where she had paddled him before. He shivered in anticipation.

Originally posted 2010-11-29 19:43:09. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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You hear my car pull up and you go to the door, as I told you to do. When I come in you look at me expectantly. I look you over, my eyes hard. I hand you my purse and coat and go sit in my armchair. You put the purse and coat away and come over to stand beside me. “Down” I say, pointing to the floor in front of me. You drop to your knees.

“Take off my shoes and rub my feet,” I order you, leaning back in the chair. You hurry to comply. While you are rubbing my feet, I tell you about my day. “I’ve just had the wildest day,” I tell you, “Phone ringing all day, problems all over the place, arguing with vendors… A completely frustrating day. I’m wound about as tight as I can get.”

“Anything I can do?” you ask.

A nasty smile plays over my lips. “I’m so glad you asked…”

I kiss you long and hard, pressing my body up against you, then strap the ballgag around your head and move over to the toy rack. There are spreader bars between your ankles and between your wrists, your arms held over your head by the rope over the rafter. I come back to where you are tied, suede whip in my hand. My face is grim, determined, my eyes seem to look through you.

I hold the whip up for you to hang on to for me while I gather my hair back into a ponytail. Your eyes get wide – I only do this when I’m serious. I take the whip from you and look at you… slowly walking around to stand behind you. You feel my head on your back – my cheek pressed against your shoulder, hands pressed to your sides. A few deep breaths and I move away.

Thwack!

The suede tails hit your buttocks. Noticeably harder than my usual warm-up stroke. I cover your back and bottom with strokes of the whip until they are warm and pink. My hand runs over your back, caressing the faint stripes.

I walk around and look at your face. Your eyes look at me, hungry and wondering. I stroke your face and go take the blindfold off the rack. I don’t want your heart right now, I want your body, and I can see your heart in your eyes.

You wince as the whip hits your chest. You’re not used to me flogging your front side – it has taken you by surprise. The whip covers the front of your body from your chest to your thighs, making you jump when it hits your tender nipples.

I leave you briefly to go back to the toy rack. When I come back to you, my hand wraps around your sack. I pull hard, biting your neck to hear you moan and feel you struggle. A second after I move away you feel the leather strap hitting your chest. I cover your body with slaps from the strap, red imprints appear on your fleshy parts where I’ve hit you hard.

When I get back from the next trip to the toy rack, you hear a swish in the air. I’ve only used the cane on you once before, and very lightly.

“I’m going to take the gag out,” I whisper in your ear. “Don’t talk. Don’t say a word. Understand?”

You nod, and I remove the gag. You stretch your jaw, but say nothing.

The cane strikes your buttocks and you gasp. It lands again, this time on your thighs.

I strike your legs and bottom, harder and harder until you cry out, then back off slightly and continue covering your bottom and thighs with welts from the cane.

We’ve both had enough.

I remove your blindfold, remove the bars and cuffs from your ankles and wrists. We sink to the thickly padded floor and curl up in each others arms, holding each other tight.

“Thank you….” I whisper.

Originally posted 2010-05-24 13:11:33. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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Aeysha was the kind of girl, that in my former life, I didn’t like much at
all. Not that she wasn’t polite, but she had a kind of condescending way about
her. She gave off the signals, albeit covertly, that she didn’t care much for
me (or for any guy for that matter) and that Carmen would be better off without
me. Consequently, I tried my best to avoid speaking with Aeysha too much,
preferring to bring Carmen home with me as quickly as possible to do what
couples do. The few extended conversations that I ever had with Aeysha turned
into disagreements about men, women, feminism, etc. Aeysha was everything that
Carmen was not: Dark of hair, sarcastic, opinionated, quick-witted. I must say
that in retrospect, I was intimidated by Aeysha. She wasn’t exactly pretty,
but she had a very toned, hot body that she achieved through spending as many
diligent hours at the gym as her grad student schedule would allow.

As it happens, about two months into our relationship Carmen had to leave town
on short notice upon the death of her grandfather. She had called and left me
a message that she would be returning on that Saturday, and to pick her up at
her apartment, as she would be in the mood to have some fun. When I arrived at
her place however, I found only Aeysha.

“Oh hi, um…what’s up?”
“Is Carmen ready yet?”
“Carmen is Chicago until tomorrow.”
“She said she was coming back tonight.”
“No she’s coming back on Sunday.”
“Jesus…she left a message saying Saturday.”
“Well she must have said Sunday, because she’s not here.”

I asked Aeysha if I could come in to use the bathroom before heading back
home. She sighed and let me in. After I had used the facilities I passed her
in the living room on the way to the door. I got just as far as the door
handle.

“Oh, Bobbie?”
“Yes?”
“You didn’t say thank you for my allowing you to use the bathroom.”

What a bitch.

“Um…thank you Aeysha”
“That’s better. Now before you go, I was thinking that maybe we could get to
know each other a little better…”
“Well ok. What do you want to do? Have a drink or something?”
“I was thinking perhaps we could fuck each other’s brains out.”
“JESUS Aeysha. I’m dating Carmen. You know that!”
“Oh come on…it will be our little secret. Just once. I want to see for
myself what Carmen has been raving about. You do think I’m attractive, don’t
you?”
“Well yeah but…”

But.
But.

(Continued … )

Originally posted 2009-03-13 12:46:17. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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My Cruel Bitch Ruler I
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I am a submissive male in a wonderful, loving relationship. I discovered my submissive nature nearly thirty years ago in college. What followed, was a hollow marriage of over twenty years to a woman who wouldn’t even consider the lifestyle.

Today, I am happily married to my second wife, who is slowly becoming accustomed to being dominant. But sometimes, I think back to how it all started, and just how natural it seemed at the time.

Robin was my girlfriend my freshman year of college. We’d met in summer classes, getting a head start before the real school year began. For a couple months we dated, eventually enjoying sexual intimacy in the small trailer my parents had purchased for my use as a home for my college years.

Robin lived in an apartment complex with two roommates, Becky and Carla.

In those days, I was well built, in good shape. Brown hair, good looking. But not very confident, kind of shy.

Robin was just a tad plump. But, she had the most gorgeous doe eyes, she could look at me and I would melt in them. Robin had not dated much, and like me, was a bit quiet and shy herself. I think, we felt comfortable together, no pressure to impress the other.

The day things turned for me, I was picking Robin up and she invited me in while she finished getting ready. It was late, I’d had a night class. Middle of the week. A warm, August night.

Her roommates were dressed in swim suits and heading out to the apartment complex pool. Becky was in a blue two piece, she was tall, maybe 5’7”, slender. Very small chested but in the swimsuit her ass looked great. Carla was a very small girl. 5’, couldn’t have weighed 100 lbs. She had on a black one piece.

While Robin finished getting ready they stayed inside and visited. Carla thought we should stay and go swimming. I told them I didn’t have a suit. Eventually Robin appeared and Carla wouldn’t quit talking about us going swimming with them. I couldn’t understand why Carla wasn’t getting it, I..didn’t…have…a suit!

As Carla pushed the issue, her voice took on a commanding tone. Robin just said, ”Ok.”, and without even asking me, she went back to her bedroom to change. I noticed Carla’s nipples bursting the fabric of her swimsuit. Becky had just stayed quiet the whole time. I honestly didn’t know what to think.

The pool was empty, the girls walked the steps into it. I had no idea what I should do next. Carla told me to get in. ”In my clothes?”

”Take them off.”

I looked at Robin, I saw an expression I hadn’t seen in her eyes. Those beautiful doe eyes were bright with fire! ”It’s ok.”

So I took my clothes off and swam with them. I was up against a wall of the pool, cuddling with Robin. Her big breasts looked great in the low cut green one piece. I was just getting used to the situation and thinking of bragging to my friends.

Becky and Carla got closer. They asked if Robin was going to share and the next thing I know I’ve got six hands touching me. Carla said she thought I’d make a nice housepet.

It was Becky who said, ”Let’s take him inside and teach him some tricks!” I was all for it.

Carla got out of the pool, grabbed my clothes and ran back to the apartment with them. The girls forced me to sneak from the pool, into the complex on the first floor,up a flight of stairs and down a long hallway in the buff.

Robin and Becky followed behind, laughing so loud I thought every door would open.

Inside, little Carla was all business. My clothes were no where in sight. The girls sat together on the couch and had me ”parade” and ”model” for them. Then, Carla took Robin into the bedroom for a ”chat”.

Alone, Becky seemed to lose her nerve, and told me to turn around so I wasn’t looking at her. But, as my back was facing her, she put her toes into the crack of my ass.

When Robin came back out, she told me that since I was ”her’s”, that I was to do what she said, or I could leave. Being so turned on I had pre-cum dripping already, I promised to do what she said.

She put me on the floor, on my back. She straddled my face, her swimsuit still on. I felt lotion being poured on my cock, and someone started stroking, I don’t know who, I couldn’t see.

I couldn’t believe how turned on Robin was getting. Before long, she was taking her swimsuit off. She sat in a chair and told me to eat her out.

Becky came over and forced my head into Robin. Carla put a lotioned finger up my ass.

Robin orgasmed. I had never experienced a woman having an orgasm until that moment. She pushed my head away and told me, ”Do them!”

Each in turn I ate Becky, then Carla. As I did, they were grabbing me and finger fucking me and each other.

When they were satisfied, Carla put me on my knees, and put my hand on my cock. She told me it was my turn. I took the hint and started jerking. As I did, she struck me on the ass.

She said to Robin, ”I want your boyfriend to be our housepet. And Robin promised her I would be.”

When I came, Becky and Carla laughed at me, called me a pervert. I actually felt myself grow hard again!

So, that was the night I learned I was a submissive. It all started out as play, got out of hand, and turned into something special.

Over the next few months, they made up many games. If any of them saw me on campus, they would take me to a secluded (if car seat, broad daylight is secluded) place and make me jerk. They all liked making me jerk for them.

There was never any intercourse except on dates with Robin. (We acted ”normal” on our dates.) They got off on my face, or with each other, or with toys.

Of course, eventually they got around to making me clean up, cook, the slave things.

They even came up with a uniform for me. A once piece pink leotard with a hole in front and back.

Becky’s favorite game was to fuck me with a vibrator while pinching my nipples. She would make me plead to be her pervert and come for her.

Carla learned somewhere, and taught me, to lay on the couch with pillows under my back, and throw my legs forward so I could suck my own dick. She loved to watch me swallow my own cum.

Robin and I broke up, her idea, after a few more months. But I was still to be the housepet. Carla decided to force Robin to submit as well and she and Becky would force us to fuck ”show”, as they called it, for them.

They’d tell us what to do and they would sit back and masterbate. They would have each of us eat them.

One night the girls, Becky and Carla…Robin was no longer allowed to speak, nor was I. The girls, decided to see how many times I could get off.

The had me jerk. After I came, they spanked me and fucked my ass until I was hard again and I had to jerk again. By the third time, I could no longer cum. But, my cock would lurch up and down, looking for something to spit out.

After the fifth time, I honestly believed I was spent. Carla had Robin take my soft cock into her mouth and suck it stiff again. It was the first time in their apartment that I had gotten a blow job.

I went soft again right after she took her mouth away. Carla lay me on the floor on my back and dropped to her knees just above my dick. She moved back and forth, inviting in to her. I was hard in a second.

I stroked again for the girls, with Carla just inches above it, sometimes dropping down to letting the tip touch her.

When I managed a drop of cum, she was so impressed she kissed me on the lips. She’d never done this before, either, and I fell in love with her right there.

I wanted to be her slave forever. But, the school year ended and we lost touch. The last girl I ran into was Becky, we were seniors n college by now.

Becky had become full blown lesbian. She said Robin called once in awhile, she was getting married. Becky couldn’t stand her ”man”, and expressed that she believed Robin was still into the submissive thing.

Becky asked if I still was. I said I wanted to be, but hadn’t found the right girl. I asked her about Carla. She said to get in line, but Carla was very expensive now.

Originally posted 2009-02-17 06:12:09. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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By: Love My Wife

It had been two weeks since our road trip to Gail and Rick’s house. Though we had talked about out trip a number of times, another trip was never mentioned.
We had an uneventful week and both were looking forward to a quiet evening at home Friday night.
My wife arrived a little later than usual and obviously had something on her mind. I knew when the time was right she would tell me what it was. Dinner was fine, and we drank a little white wine as we cleared the plates and cleaned the dishes.
As everything was put away and I ventured into the television room she said, “Gail called, she wants us to come over at 9:30.”
I looked at her and my stomach fluttered.
“She said she has something to show us. She wants us to let ourselves in and be totally quiet. She’ll let us know what to do when we get there”
“Really, what do you think this is all about?”
“I think Rick is having a coming out party so to speak, but my guess is, he doesn’t know it yet.”
I just looked at her wondering what we would see when we arrived.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and take a shower and get cleaned up. Then we can spend the next hour or so keeping you nice and hard before we go”
I was already pretty horny, so an hour of stimulation would be a little tough. Of course, I looked forward to it.
I returned after my shower wearing only a bathrobe. My wife patted the couch next to her and I sat down. I was already hard from performing a touch up shave of my cock and balls. She opened my bathrobe and started slowing taking me to the edge of orgasm, time and again over the next hour as we talked. I was a good boy and told her when I though I was ready to cum, so she could stop and there were no accidents.
After an hour or so she said, “Go upstairs and get dressed. Just put on a pair of chinos, a polo shirt and boat shoes. That way if Rick is naked, it will be that much more embarrassing for him being the only one nude. Plus we’ll still be able to see the outline of your hard on.”
I did as I was told.
We left for their house and were there in about 15 minutes.
We parked, walked to the door and slowly open it, being as quiet as could be.
We could hear music playing from the basement, not too loud but obvious. There was a note on the entrance way table, written in a woman’s handwriting.
“Be very quiet. Take off your shoes and come downstairs to the basement. Don’t say a thing, I don’t want Rick to know you are here yet. This will be fun, thanks for coming.”
I looked at my wife and we both made a face expressing our bewilderment. We kicked off our shoes and headed to the basement door. The music was obviously loud enough to cover any noise our barefoot steps or movements might make. Clever.
When we entered the finished basement the scene was pretty much what my wife had expected.
Standing in the middle of the room, facing us was Rick. He was naked and hard. His wrists were through the end loops in two ropes attached to a beam in the ceiling. He was not tied, but the rope was strong enough to hold him if he was. It obviously was a play bondage scene. His legs were spread about shoulder width, and he was blind folded with one of the eye shades you get on airplanes.
Gail was standing in front of him in a pair of panties and a bra. She looked over her shoulder at us and smiled. One hand was slowly and lightly raking her nails up the shaft of his erection and around the ridge of his cock head. He was jerking under the stimulation. Her other hand was lightly pinching and pulling his nipples.
She turned away from us to concentrate on Rich, working on his cock head with her nails for about 5 minutes. The poor guys was really bucking and moaning. She was relentless, coaxing him harder with her nails.
This scene had obviously been going on for a while, Rich was breathing heavy and pre-cum was dripping from his cock.
Gail pushed her finger nail into the slit of his cock and scooped some lubricate onto her nail and put it is his mouth. There was no resistance, he accepted it gladly.
She said to Rick, “Honey, I’m going to let you come pretty soon, I promise. You have been a very good boy waiting a week for this orgasm and I want it to be a real fireworks display for you. Have you liked your week of teasing?”
Rick: “ Yea, I have, more than I ever thought I would, “ he gasped.
She slowly moved around behind him pressing her chest into his back while continuing to play with his cock, balls and nipples in a reach-around, for our benefit.
As I watched I couldn’t believe a cock could be harder. But just two weeks ago, I was getting the same treatment, and I wasn’t blindfolded and unaware of my observers. Talk about embarrassing and stimulating.
By the way, Rick was shaved, and freshly by the razor burn and red blotched around his cock and balls. It takes a while to get use to it, as I know.
“Now you need to tell me one more time what we agreed to” She removed her hands from his cock and put them on his hips pushing forward and backward, bouncing his cock up and down lewdly.
Rick: “Honey, I promised, you don’t have to make me say it.” His cock was straining.
“Yes you do, you have to ask for it, you know that.”
Rick: “After you let me cum, I want to lick it all up for you.” He turned a bright shade of red as he said this.
“You want to lick what up?
Rick: “My cum, honey, I want to lick up my cum.”
“Ask nice.”
Rick: “Can I please lick up my cum for you Gail, I really want to.”
“Oh, honey, I know you do and I know you will. To make it easier on you, I’ll let you cum on my boobs, that way you will enjoy licking them clean, how does that sound?”
Rick: “That sounds great, honey, thanks.” His poor cock was bouncing to his heart beat he was so hard.
She slowly moved around in front of him and dropped to her knees. She took his cock in her mouth and gave it a nice sucking and licking.
“Rick, leave your blindfold on after you cum, it will be easier for you to lick up your sperm if you don’t have to see it, at least for this first time”
She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. “I’ll help you down to your knees after you cum honey, you just hang there for a second OK?”
Rick: “OK”
“Here we go babe” She pushed back on the cock making the head bulge out purple and hard. He groaned.
“You have really earned this cum Rick, really let loose when you cum, really enjoy it”
Rick through grit teeth: “Oh god”
He pushed hard with his cock into her hand, she pushed back equally hard.
Rick: Oh my God, here I come oh god…”
And with that he started to shoot. Gail arched her back and brought his cock to the middle of her chest. One, two, three hard squirts. A deep breath from Rick and he started shooting again, another three less forceful squirts. He was screaming. It was an amazing amount of cum, it looked like a shot glass full.
Rick was now just hanging from the ropes. Gail stood and turned toward us with a smile so we could see how much cum covered her chest.
“Let me help you” She softly helped him pull his hands out of the loops and kneel down on the floor. She kneeled in front of him and scooped some cum from her chest to the nipple of her right boob.
“Open up honey”
She put her nipple into his mouth and he suckled on her nipple. She did the same thing for the other nipple and he sucked her clean again. She put her hands on either side of his head and guided him forward.
“ Now between my boobs, put your tongue out” He did and she guided him forward and he started to lick the massive globs of cum from between her breasts.
“Let me see some in your mouth”
He licked again and pulled back and opened his mouth. There was a big glob on his tongue. She moved slightly out of the way so we could see.
“That looks fantastic, swallow for me and show me your empty mouth”
He did and then leaned in for some more, getting cum on his nose, cheek and forehead as he licked.
When he was done, she pulled his head to her chest and he laid it there and rested.
“You did really well Rick, really well”
She reached up and pulled his blind fold off his head. He blinked against the bright light, but his eyes quickly adjusted and he saw us for the first time. He turned a bright shade of red.
“I wanted our friends to see you eat your first load of cum. How was it Rick?”
He was speechless as he looked from us to his wife. He was so highly embarrassed as to be at a loss for words. Gail laughed.
“Rick, did you enjoy me making you lick your cum up?
He looked at her, smiled and said, “Yea”.
My wife said it was fantastic, my hard on and wet spot on the front of my chinos was my answer.
“Rick, go upstairs and get us some beers would you, and don’t put on any cloths and don’t wipe the cum from your face”
Gail got up and put her bra back on, this wasn’t her sex show, and we knew that. There was still plenty of dried cum on her chest and a glob near her collar bone that Rick had missed and she didn’t know was there.
Rick returned and we stood around sipping beer and chatting about the scene we just witnessed. Rick was very embarrassed being the only one naked and totally submissive for his wife and in front of her guests, but his cock was coming back to life.
Gail noticed and reached over to stroke it a little. I kept glancing at the glob of cum on her chest.
She noticed my glance and asked if there was still cum on her.
My wife answered yes.
Gail told me to lick it off and glanced at my wife.
My wife looked and me and gave a slight nod.
I stepped in and for the first time in my life tasted another mans cum.
Everyone was quite for a moment, watching me as I swallowed.
Now I was embarrassed, but hard.
Gail said, “I think we need some time alone together to talk about this, you guys don’t mind do you?
Not at all, my wife said. I shook Ricks hand and said congratulations, kissed Gail on the cheek, my wife kissed Gail and Rick on the cheek and squeezed his balls once and we left.
I drove and on the way home my wife said, “That was one heck of a load of cum”
I agreed and looked over at my wife.
“Take off your cloths, would you”
Without saying a word, she started to strip. When she was naked and her clothing was thrown into the back of the car she said, “You’re going to cum as much as possible this weekend, and then you’re going to take a week off.”
“Sounds great.”
“Then maybe next weekend, we’ll go back to their house and see if we can turn you boys into cocksuckers?
I was too shocked to say anything. I continued to drive home.

Originally posted 2008-06-18 08:24:09. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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Naked, the boy waited, arms and legs spreadeagled to the wooden columns holding up the barn. The obligatory Farm Slaves were slung around his neck, and the three stuffed into his mouth made his cheeks bulge. They tasted bitter from the cum which had soaked them the previous night when his Mistress had subjected him to a ruthless Farm Slave wank, making his cock sore yet ache for more.

The Mistress arrived with the restraints. A rubber chastity belt was tightened around his waist and his cock and balls pulled through the hole in the front. The Mistress pulled the bottom strap tightly back between the boy’s legs and used it to secure a wide double door knocker butt plug into Farm Slave Boy’s arse. The whole device was secured with padlocks.

Next his cock and balls were wrapped in a Farm Slave and his cock fastened up against the front piece of the chastity belt by tight rubber straps which made any expansion of his cock difficult and very painful.

Around the Farm Slave-covered balls the Mistress locked four metal shackles which stretched and tightened the balls, making them stand well proud of his body.

The boy was told to get dressed and he put on a flannel shirt and loose button-fly jeans. He knew what was expected and buttoned the fly around his balls which stuck out through the gaps in the buttons showing his Farm Slave bondage off to the world should it ever stray this way.

The Mistress reached inside the shirt and put clamps on the boy’s tits. These she pulled upwards with leather thongs which she clamped onto the boys ear lobes. Each head movement would pull on one or other tit, yet the clamps were so designed to tighten with tension rather than slip.

Next Farm Slave Boy’s feet were wrapped in piss soaked socks and thrust roughly into leather work boots which the Mistress laced up tightly.

Around Farm Slave Boy’s waist the Mistress locked a wide leather belt from each side of which ran a chain which ended in a lockable cuff. The chains were long enough to enable the boy to do his work but short enough to prevent him from reaching his tits or arse or head.

The gags in his mouth were secured with a wide folded piss soaked sock, another tied as a mask over his nose and mouth and a further one as a cover for his head.

Finally his hands were gloved in Farm Slaves so that the only parts of his own anatomy that could be seen were his deep dark eyes looking expectantly at his Mistress.

He worked all day collecting straw, sawing and piling logs, sweeping out the barn and obeying his Mistress’s orders. Never once did he shed a single item despite his arse tingling and twitching from the stimulation of the plug, his mouth aching from the gag, and his bladder bursting to piss the two pints of water he has been told to drink before leaving the house.

As it got dark the Mistress undid the chains and belt and the boy lay face down on the floor. The Mistress pulled some ropes down from a hook on the wall and secured first the boy’s feet, then his hands together, pulling them together until Farm Slave Boy was just one hog-tied Farm Slave bundle.

The ropes pulled his tits harder and pushed the plug deeper into his ass. His balls bore his own weight as they lay sandwiched between his thighs and the hard floor.

The Mistress took the mask off the boy and replaced it with the sodden rag, taking the old mask with her across the floor where she sat against a wall but well within view of the bound boy.

Folding the cun-soaked cloth in two, the Mistress double- masked the boy and left him for the evening to breathe in his Mistress’s smells and to strain against his Farm Slave bondage.

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“Let’s take a look at him,” said the deeper voice above his
head. “You said you dropped his name, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah, he hasn’t been anything except “slave” for about a
year now. I don’t really see why they need names, unless you have
more than one, you know like a stable.”

“You’re so right. I like to train them so I don’t have to say
anything much, and they always know when I want something.”

‘That sounds ideal.”

“Slave, look up.”

For the first time he dared to raise his head. He felt his
eyes widen involuntarily.

His new Mistress was indeed voluptuous, with big hips and a
massive bustline. She was also very beautiful. Her skin was a
light brown, her hair straight black and curled in an expensive
looking coiffed. There was a slight African American cast to her
features, which apart from the size and spacing of her eyes and
the generous, full lips were delicate and small.

On top of that she was wearing, correction, she was crammed
into– a tight fitting suit with a faux leopardskin pattern, and
her heavy breasts were pressing out against the fabric. The skirt
was cut to the knee, but tight, and her fish net stockings ran
down to ankle boots in the same fake leopardskin with five-inch
heels.

At the sight of her he felt his penis harden inside the
chastity tube. She was older than him, but she was earth-mother
beautiful. Maybe being sold wouldn’t be so terrible after
all.

“Okay, I want you stand up now.”

He sprang to his feet and stood at attention.

“You got something he can stand on?” said Mistress Brenda.

“Oh, sure. Slave, bring over the kitchen stool and stand on it
for your new Mistress.”

When he was up on the stool with his hands on his head.
Mistress Brenda peeled down his slave panties. His penis bobbed
up and down, straining inside the chastity tube.

“You got the key, I hope.” Both women laughed. There had been
a news story a month before about someone losing the key to her
slave’s chastity device and how this had complicated her sale of
him to another woman.

The key was produced, turned in the lock and then the tube was
pulled free.

He felt his cock leap instantly to a throbbing, full tilt
erection.

“My… that does seem interesting.” Mistress Brenda took his
penis in her hand and felt it carefully, testing its size and
heft. He shivered and shook at her touch, which was firm and yet
quite casual. Mistress Brenda was obviously familiar with slave
cock. “Mmmm, impressive, I like that. Never did like men with
weenies, you know what I’m saying?”

“Oh, sure, he’s a nice size there. But I never let him come,
you know, that way…”

Mistress Brenda laughed again. A generous hearty laugh that
filled the room. “Damned right, girl, slaves don’t come very
often and when they do they got to pay for it.” Her hand had
taken him by the balls now and she kneaded them between her
fingers. “These babies are full, huh?”

“Oh, sure, I keep him as frustrated as possible. They’re so
much more obedient when they’re desperate that way.”

“That’s how we rule them, no doubt about it.”

A quirt had appeared from nowhere in Mistress Brenda’s hand.
Casually, but with force, she stropped it down on his ass. A line
of fire shot through him and he almost fell off the stool. His
erection lost a little of its intensity and with it went the
chance that he might come accidentally.

“Down on your knees now.” Mistress Brenda said without even
looking at him. His total obedience was simply expected. She was
reading something off her Blackberry.

“Okay, we have to finalise the Divorce and then do the
Marriage thing.”

He knelt, that hot line on his ass still smarting. The way she
wielded that quirt was just a little scary. He wouldn’t want
Mistress Brenda like, really mad at him. Ever.

“Here,” said Mistress Brenda. “Put this back on and lock it up
good and give me the key.”

He crammed his semi-erect cock into the tube and replaced the
lock. Mistress Brenda took the key on its chain and slipped it
over her head. He watched the little brass key bounce down
between her massive breasts. Control over his sexuality had been
transferred from one woman to another. There were just the legal
formalities and it would all be over.

Mistress Sarah had the State Female Lead Marriage Website up
on her laptop.

“There’s a webcam connection. They say it’s all very
easy.”

“Yeah, my friend Shanika took a new slave last month. I was
her Bridesmistress. The whole thing took about five minutes.”
Mistress Brenda sighed and patted her fabulous looking ass.

“Then we took that boy to the bedroom and had him eat some
ass. By the time we were done he was about passed out. So we
whupped on him a little, Shanika has a strong arm, so he came
back to life pretty quick.”

Both women giggled.

“And then we did him with some different sized strap-ons, get
him used to being a slave bitch boi.”

By the sound of it life as Mistress Brenda’s slave was going
to be stretching his limits. Mistress Sarah had never been that
interested in the strap-on thing and hadn’t done it to him in
months.

“Okay, we’re on.” Mistress Sarah pointed to the screen.

A female judge, looking smart and just a little stern,
appeared on the screen.

“Good evening, you have petitioned the court for a Divorce and
New Marriage under the FLM Act, Section Eleven, is that
correct?”

“Uh, yes, Ma’am,” said Mistress Sarah.

“Is the husband present?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Please put him on the webcam. He has signed Section Eleven,
but he still has the right to ask for Clemency and a dissolution
of Contract. Beyond that, you have full ownership rights, of
course.”

“If he does that, we just put him out on the street,
correct?”

“No, that would lead to a public nuisance. We don’t want men
in panties wandering around the streets. Someone who’s been a
house slave for ten years or more is pretty much helpless
outdoors. So, he would have the choice of job training at the
County Center, or being put up for auction, again under the FLM
rules of Section Eleven. You would be responsible for
transporting him to the County Center and booking him in
there.”

“Okay.” Mistress Sarah turned to him. “You better get up here
so the Judge can see you.”

He found himself standing there in front of the the little
camera on the laptop, trembling a little, trying to concentrate,
trying to think. He’d been a slave now for almost two years. He
could barely remember what his previous life had been like, when
he’d had a job, and driven a car and all those things that marked
a free man from a Woman’s slave and property. If he spoke up, he
could have his freedom again. He could get job training, he would
get to live his own life, he could have a car again, he would be
somebody, not a Woman’s property.

The judge was reading a file on a secondary screen.

“You are David Green, correct?”

His name. He hadn’t heard it in a long time now. It was a bit
strange to be addressed by that name now. He’d been slave, or
honey, or baby, for so long, that was what he thought when he
thought of himself, not “david.”

“Uhh, yeah.”

“You married Sarah Person on September 4th, 2019,
correct?”

“Yes.”

“And you signed Section Eleven of the Female Lead Marriage
Contract, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Under the law she may divorce you and sell your contract to
another woman. You have been introduced to that woman?”

“Uh, yes, Mistress.”

The judge looked up and stared at him through the webcam. She
had a slight smile on her lips. “No, honey, I’m the Judge, not
your new wife.”

“S-s-s-sorry,” he stammered and blushed. The judge was
amused.

“Okay. Do you agree with these actions under Section Eleven?
That Sarah Person will divorce you and sell your contract to Miss
Brenda McKay?”

So this was the moment. This was where he had his last chance
to stop this. Did he want to be “david” again? To be something
more than “slave.” To be able to touch his own penis, to even,
god, masturbate? How long had it been since he’d done that? Was
he going to make a stand? Or accept his fate as a male slave and
be taken away by Mistress Brenda to a new life under her
heel?

“Well?”

“I,” he hesitated, saw Mistress Brenda frown, and
instinctively flinched inside. To have Mistress Brenda frown in
his direction terrified him.

“I accept,” he said.

The judge smiled again. “Good. I like to see a man who is
happy under Section Eleven. I put my husband under contract some
years ago, after he lost his job. I have to say that we’re both
very happy.”

Mistress Brenda,however, was still unhappy with him, he could
tell, but for now she was eager to get on with the ceremony.

“For the Divorce proceedings, the wife just has to say on
camera, ‘I divorce my husband, David Green, and pass his contract
to, and then you give the name of the lady who is purchasing
David from you.”

“Got it,” said Mistress Sarah. She repeated the formula, and
downloaded a copy of the official divorce document.

“You are keeping all of his property?” said the judge who was
putting in notes on another laptop by her side.

“Yes.”

“He must have at least a pair of panties.”

“He does.”

“Okay. Now, for the Marriage Ceremony, Miss, uh,”

“McKay, Brenda McKay.”

“Good, Miss McKay, all you have to say is “I, Brenda McKay do
take ownership of FLM Contract 11D38-473-736, and the person of
David Green, to be my husband under the rules established in
Section Eleven of the FLM Act. I have complied with all
regulations and codes therein and I promise to keep said David
Green in health and in legal compliance with all county laws,
rules, regulations and codes.”

Mistress Brenda repeated the words and as she did, so he felt
something shift under him, whether it was the ground or his life,
he didn’t know. It was all happening so quickly, and he had no
way of stopping it.

And, he didn’t want to, either.

“Now, David, you have to say, “I accept Marriage to Brenda
McKay under Section Eleven of the FLM Act and her ownership of
Contract 11D38-473-736. I promise to serve her as a good husband,
within the laws and regulations of the county.”

He said the words and with each one he felt something stronger
than iron binding around him.

“Good,” said the judge. “I declare you Wife and man, and may
you be happy for as long as she wants. Go in peace.”

The ceremony was over. He had been sold. Brenda was actually
cutting an electronic check for Mistress Sarah, while he knelt in
the corner again.

“Okay, that’s it,” Sarah said. Both women turned back to
him.

Mistress Brenda had produced a thick black leather collar from
her bag.

“I believe in keeping a slave collared,” she said. “And
leashed in public.”

“Oh, yeah, well I never went that far with him,” said
Sarah.

“Slave, kneel up.”

He raised his head and Mistress Brenda set the collar around
his neck and fastened it in place. A moment later she clipped a
braided leather leash to it, then turned back to Mistress
Sarah.

“Well, Ms Person, thank you very much. I think that’s
everything.”

She jerked on the leash. “Say your goodbyes to Mistress Sarah,
slave.”

He bent down for the last time to kiss Mistress Sarah’s feet,
and for a moment he remembered the first time, when he was still
her boyfriend, and she was just introducing him to her style of
Female Domination. That night, playing FemDom games, letting her
spank him for the first time, had been so innocent, so sexually
stimulating, it’d opened the door to his own true submissive
nature. At the time he’d had no idea where it would lead, or that
within three months he would’ve married Sarah and become her
official, contract slave under the Female Lead Marriage Law.

If he’d known then what he knew now? Would he have run for his
life? No. He knew in his heart of hearts that he would still have
called her the next day, and kept calling, and begged to see her,
begged to be allowed to worship her.

“Goodbye, slave,” she said, and Mistress Brenda tugged lightly
on the leash and he knelt up. For a moment his eyes met Sarah’s,
she smiled slightly and then she and Mistress Brenda were talking
and he was being lead to the door.

The door opened, Mistress Brenda walked out, her fabulous
buttocks, which were quite a bit bigger than Sarah’s, doing
incredible things inside that tight faux leopard skin skirt and
he followed her, barely hearing the door shut behind him.

Ahead was a bright yellow Mini station wagon. Mistress Brenda
lead him to the hatch back which was rising with a little beep as
she pressed a button on her keyset.

Suddenly it came home to him that he was outdoors, wearing
nothing but a pair of pink panties and a chastity system. He
hadn’t been outside for more than a year, and he hadn’t worn
anything except slave panties for about the same length of time.
The blue sky seemed enormous. Distances were frightening for some
reason, and he blushed deep red when a woman drove by and stared
at him standing there in nothing but pink slave panties, slave
collar and leash.

“Get in, lie down on the bed there.”

There was an extra large dog bed in the back of the Mini
wagon. He got up onto it and lay down. Mistress Brenda clipped a
special safety belt across his body. He saw “Slavertransit Belt”
printed on it and felt his jaw drop. Wow, the market for this
kind of thing must have boomed in recent years. Women really were
taking over. For a moment she looked down at him, then she put
her hand on his thigh and ran it up and inside to his crotch,
taking him by the balls. Her grip was firm, but comfortable, as
if she’d owned his balls for years and years. His cock was as
hard as it could get inside the chastity system.

“You know you’re going to be punished the moment we get home,
don’t you?”

He did. He nodded, frightened already by the thought.

“You hesitated there, when the judge asked you the question.
That embarrassed me, and no slave ever embarrasses me twice,
understood?”

“I’m so sorry, Mistress, I, I, it was all so sudden. I didn’t
know…”

“Didn’t know what?”

“Uh, well, that Mistress was going to sell me, not until just
an hour ago.”

His whole life had been turned upside down in less than an
hour.

From massaging Sarah’s perfect rump and keeping the little
house in Floral Park clean and perfect for his former girlfriend,
who’d become his owner under the law, he’d been sold, he’d been
handed over to another woman, a perfect stranger, that he had
only met a few minutes ago. And then he’d been made to stand
before that judge, with her knowing eyes, and accept that he was
just a piece of property to be bought and sold by women whenever
they wanted. He’d been sold and he was going to be this other
woman’s property now, and her slave, just like that. And he’d
agreed, and he was incredibly aroused by Mistress Brenda’s body
and her attitude, but he was also deeply afraid of her.

Mistress Brenda softened. She could see how frightened and
confused he was. The concern in her eys melted his heart like wax
under a blowtorch. She was such a beautiful lady. It would be a
privilege to serve her. He resolved to be the best slave he could
possibly be for her.

“I see, well, yeah that could be a little hard. Okay, that
will be taken into account, but you will still be punished. Just
a spanking perhaps, and then you can show me how good you are at
worshiping my ass.”

“Yes, Mistress, of course.”

She squeezed his balls, and patted his cheek, then shut the
hatch door, went around to the front, got in and started the car.
A moment later they were on their way driving into a whole new
slavery for him, and as they went he saw in his mind’s eye,
Mistress Brenda’s majestic behind, swaying in front of him,
regal, gorgeous and destined to take him to a whole new
understanding of Female Domination.

Copyright Permian Systems 2008

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I am sitting along with the others waiting for her to appear. This is nothing unusual. Gisele always likes to keep everyone waiting. It is one of her secrets in controlling the world around her. I squirm in my seat as I feel the plug slide inside of my ass. Being her submissive, I must wear what she commands no matter the venue whether it be in public or the privacy of the dungeon constructed in her basement. The G-string and matching bra under my suit seem natural. I never thought that I would ever happen, but through Gisele’s strict guidance it finally has. She opened and shown me a world I thought only existed in fantasies and books. For over a year, Gisele slowly molded me into her slave (even though she detested that word and I would be severely punished for using it in her presence).

The adventures we shared together will never happen again for me. It will be only a pale imitation. Everything I believed about myself was challenged and stripped away. There was nothing that prepared me for Gisele’s dominant urges or appetite. My intellect or strength did not prevent her from reducing me to a confident alpha male in the business world to a quivering submissive on his knees begging for her to stop then pleading her for release. All of this happening while we laughed, cried, and experienced intense powerful emotions.

And now it is over. The end. I would no longer be her submissive man. She let me go in favor of another. Gisele explained it all to me when we finished an intense situation. Her words cut through me worse than the crop she used. Words like security, love, and happiness flew at me. I felt hurt and angry. A pit in my stomach formed as tears ran down her beautiful face. For the first time, I saw her tears. Gisele knew what I was feeling and that it hurt. Things change, she explained, and this is the right thing to do. More tears except they are mine. Her arms hold me as I cry. Kisses and promises are made to be loyal until he is hers. We play after that but with dread overshadowing all that we do during the next few months. All happening while she prepares for the him that will follow. The last dinner we shared, Gisele makes me promise to be there for her. I agree but it is hard for me to be happy about it. She is giving up much for him and I am part of what she will lose for him.

Words . . . nothing but words which is all that they are. The music makes everyone turn in their seats to stare at her beauty. Everyone knows that it is her song. I spot a few of her former partners. Some look miserable and bitter. Others smile and are happy for her. I feel neither joy nor despair. Instead, I feel calm. I accept what is and no that soon I will be free of her. Gisele made some suggestions of being together again, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen no matter how much I wished it. This was it for us and it was symbolized by the ceremony to come. I catch the eye of her first submissive partner. I know he is the first because of the stories she has told me and the video tapes of their scenes together. Gisele would direct me to observe some reaction and how it affected her at the time. They kept in touch by phone after he moved away. Of all her past partners, she values his opinion the most. I’m certain that he knows all that is on her mind for he advises her on all matters relating to her submissive partners. He is one of the happy ones and gives me a nod of recognition. We only spoke a few times, but I know that he likes me because I would be gone if he did not. The blonde beauty next to him must be the Mistress he now lives with. I guess he proves that there is life after Gisele.

Adriana, Gisele’s female submissive, walks ahead in a beautiful, elegant, low-cut dress, honored of her position and role. I wonder, idly, if she is wearing her nipple rings. Gisele commanded Adriana to get them and was there holding her hand as the needle pierced them. It was the first of many piercings and tatoos Adriana would get to prove herself to Gisele. Her thin, delicate body was a shrine to Gisele. I didn’t doubt that Adriana would be one of the miserable ones. She is totally devoted to Gisele. The new man would be taking Gisele away from Adriana as well as from me. While Adriana declares herself to be bisexual, she is in love with Gisele. No man or woman could ever be loved as much by her.

We never got along. Adriana’s jealously and plain looks made for some interesting scenes, but I didn’t personally find her attractive. Also, whenever Gisele made Adriana dominate me while she was dominated by Gisele, she would hurt me unnecessarily. Worst of all, she used a strap-on like a battering ram. Adriana was a rapist whenever she used it. Gisele got angry with her that the next time, I was allowed and encouraged to take Adriana brutally. So threatened by me, that she didn’t see that Gisele had fallen for another. By the time she found out, it was too late for her to insinuate herself into their lives. As I watched her walk by, I noticed that both her pussy and ass were full. Her stiff walk was only noticed by those who had experienced Gisele’s domination. How long would she wait for Gisele? Probably forever.

Gisele appears and new music begins to play.

Her dress is white and modern arm and arm with some distinguished older handsome man walks alongside her. She is smiling and nervous. It is so uncharacteristic of her to be so nervous. I have never seen her so vulnerable and happy as she walks by me. She doesn’t see me. She is too busy moving to the altar where her new man is waiting for her. The flowers in her hands shake as they reach the man and his friend. A few words are spoken by the Minister and the distinguished escort leaves her. Gisele and the man say their vows to each other. Adriana is losing the battle not to cry as is Gisele. Her words are spoken with such fragility that I almost believe that she is a stranger. What happened to the commanding voice that I could hear from across the room? Where is the confidence she displayed as she performed in our scenes?

Finally, the Minister pronounces them man and wife. Everyone applauds some more enthusiastically than others. They walk down the aisle. He is good looking and she is beautiful. Everyone heads for the reception. I pile into a car with some of the Groom’s relatives. They talk about the ceremony and the bride. Nothing bad is said, but it all seems forced as if there is something unspoken being said. I wonder if they know about Gisele’s not so hidden lifestyle. She is out to her friends and colleagues. The Groom must certainly know. Why didn’t I ask Gisele about him when I had the chance? We pull up and get out of the car. I speak to the strangers politely and tell them a little about myself. I’ll never see any of them again, so there is a polite honesty between us. Don’t go into the details, keep everything general.

The reception is upscale enough to impress the women. The drinks are free which impresses the men. I am taken aside by her first submissive. We talk and he asks me if I am okay with this. Seeing that I am, we trade some war stories about Gisele. His current Mistress joins us and says that she will have two ceremonies when she gets married. Too bad the Groom isn’t into kink, she says with a knowing smile. We drink and talk about other things but after the third drink we are back discussing the scene. Another one of Gisele’s submissive men joins in and there is flirting between him and a Dominant male. Soon, we become the kink table a good distance away from the vanilla world surrounding us. Adriana joins us with her date who is comfortable with the topic at the moment: magic wands. He tells everyone he is a sexual adventurer but doesn’t play seriously in any scene. Adriana smiles at him, but we all know that her thoughts are focused upon her Domme who is happily chatting with her Mother-in-law. When they leave to visit another table, I can see the relief coming from everyone. We all start making catty comments about Adriana. She isn’t well liked and all agree that she is plugged and stuffed.

The lunch, wedding toast, and cake cutting ceremony happens next. After the gushing of the women and some of the men, everyone returns to their tables. The deejay has the music pumping with what could only be called “safe” music. People begin to dance. The floor is cleared for the Groom and Bride for their dance. They seem happy and smiles are permanently fixed on their faces. She is teary-eyed while he is relieved. Everyone returns to the floor and soon everyone is dancing. Adriana surprises me and asks me to dance.

On the floor we move stiffly because of our plugs. She tries to be friendly with varying success. We talk about what will happen next. Adriana reveals to me that after the bachelorette party, she and Gisele played. It disappointed her when I just smiled politely. She then adds that she will continue to be Gisele’s slave. Her number one submissive status is safe. This upsets me because I feel that Gisele could have done better mainly by picking me. I feel the song ending and I quickly slide my hand down her ass and push on the plug causing her to gasp in discomfort. I walk back to the table with a smile.

I go to the bathroom and remove my plug and undergarments. Looking at them for a second, I drop them into the garbage. Rejoining the table, we all make mundane small talk and steer away from the scene. Gisele comes over and joins us. She then asks each one of us to dance with her. The women do non-nasty dancing invented by the Baptists renamed line dancing. Eventually it is my turn to dance with her. We smile and I tell her how beautiful she looks. She asked me what gift I gave her. I spoke about the crystal glass set. Then I told her my gift to her. Leaning over, I whispered that in my box was the collar I had worn for her. There was a pause before she spoke something I couldn’t make out. …

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To my surprise, she said that her form of discipline was face slapping. She said that she would keep clear of the eyes and ears and that her slaps would not really hurt but sting the surface of the skin and the ‘punishment’ was really to have to walk around with a pair of red cheeks for a time depending on the seriousness of the wrong doing. She asked me if I was prepared to accept this, implying that this would be a condition for my staying. I actually felt excited at the thought and agreed. She then said that I would have to raise the level of my sideburns to just above my cheekbones to bare the whole of my cheeks and offered to do this for me and cut my hair: a service that she continued to do for me during the whole of my stay.

My first mistake was to leave my bed untidy. She told me off and led me into a spare unfurnished room and told me to hold my hands behind my back and face her. First she repeatedly patted my left cheek with the fingers of her right forehand, working upwards from my jaw bone and ending high on my cheek bone to find the best slapping level, indicated by the sharpest sound. Then she gave me a light ‘test’ slap just below the cheekbone, which made a loud high pitched sound and said “Right. Now we’re ready. We’ll do the left cheek first.’

She told me to clench my teeth, stay still and focus on her forehead. She also gave me a daub of cotton wool to put in my left ear to avoid ringing. She then brought her arm back and slapped my left cheek six times with a flick of her supple wrist, very accurately on the same place. The sounds of the slaps were very high pitched and reverberated around the room. The stinging on my left cheek quickly gave way to a warm glowing sensation. She then repeated the slapping on my right cheek with the forefingers of her left hand I found her slapping very ‘feminine’ and stimulating and it did have an effect which must have been obvious to her because she immediately sent me to the bathroom. When there, I actually gained pleasure from the sight of the red marks on my cheeks in the mirror.

Shortly after this, she invited me downstairs for a coffee and actually remarked that I was quite lucky because the colour in my cheeks improved my looks. Later, I committed the more serious offence of bringing in mud on the carpet from my feet. This time, I received twenty slaps on each side. This left my face very red and a little sore to the touch. My cheeks were still noticably rosy a day later.

Sometimes she would slap me for reasons other than discipline. She started to give me regular evening slappings, to purify my skin against acne, doing it in the evenings so that the redness was not too obvious . After each hair cutting, she always gave me a light double slap on the left cheek to indicate when she had finished.

Once I had the courage to tell her that I enjoyed her doing it. Then she said ‘Come on then’ led me up to the spare room and offered to give me as many slaps as I wanted. I said can we try three each side.

After this, I asked if they were very red. She looked at each side and said “Just a little pink. Would you like more?” I nodded and asked if she could make them really red. She said lets try double slaps. She placed both hands on my cheeks and started slapping both sides simultaneously and quickly, making really sharp slapping sounds which I enjoyed.

Originally posted 2009-03-02 15:03:28. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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Tied, tightly, bent over a bondage table.

Naked, feet tied apart, arms bound in front of him, blindfolded, and gagged. I like what I am seeing. He’s breathing heavily.

I’ve played hard with him. I haven’t used everything in my dungeon. Well, maybe one of almost everything.

I’ve been in a mood. It’s my sadistic mood. It’s not satisfied yet.

Last thing I did was spanking. The position demanded it. First the leather paddle I like the best, about 12 inches long, 4 inches wide. It’s been so well used that the metal in the center bends slightly, and I have to keep turning it over to balance out the lean. I use it over and over. His cheeks turn slighly red.

Then the wooden paddle that’s also a favorite. Almost the same size, but walnut. Hand made, by someone who wanted it used on them. I was happy to oblige. It reminds me of a school paddle.

The leather was a warm up. The wood is demanding, hard to take. I demand a lot.

Red cheeks. Beet red. He shudders when I take one finger and run the fingernail across the tortured flesh. Then my palm against his flesh. I can feel the warmth. I smile.

I want more. I start again. I take my time. One cheek, then the other, then back again. I give him time to handle each blow. I watch his reactions to see when he’s ready for another. I wait a little too long, or hit a little too quickly. I don’t want him to anticipate the blow.

I am building to a peak. I stop, and put down the paddle. I move behind him, putting my body up against his red ass. I grab his hips with my hands. He whimpers. He’s at my mercy. There is no way he can escape my bondage. Not that he wants to.

I picture him bound to the bench, scooting it down the street, trying to escape. Of course, he’d not make it out the door. I laugh.

I lean down so that he can feel my body against his back, my torso against his butt. I grab his hair and pull back. I want him to feel my power. I want him to feel vulnerable. He does. I take my time releasing his hair.

Then I step back. His whimper says he wants me back. But I’m not ready to give him what he wants. Not yet.

I take my hand and rub his cheeks. I use my nails, softly, rubbing up and down and across. Then my palm, slowly, lingering. He moans in his gag.

The first slap startles him and he jumps. I begin my assault on his already sore, already tortured ass. I’ve just been getting him ready for this. It doesn’t hurt my palm at first to hit him. I keep at it until my palm begins to sting.

I want to quit. It hurts me. But I don’t want to quit. It’s hurting him. I push through the pain. It hurts. It feels good. I keep at it. I listen to each blow fall. The sound is either good, or not. I like it when it sounds good. I’m hitting him hard.

He’s moaning now, and I know that I am pushing him. He’s close to the edge. I don’t stop. I slow down and keep him there. He’s at the wall. I stop, finally. The tension in his body eases.

Then I begin to touch him again. His ass cheeks, then slip my hand between his legs. His cock is hard. I squeeze his balls. I move my hand up and down on his cock. He likes this. I stop.

This was when I sat down in my chair, thinking about what comes next. I am in a high state of energy. He’s waiting. He’s deep in sub space. I own him. I can do anything to him, anything. He can’t stop me.

I reach down and pick up the leather harness and strap it on, seeing that it’s positioned the way I want. I open the condom package, and slide it on, I take the KY, and grease up my cock, then wipe off my hands.

I stand up and get behind him. He can feel the coldness as I position the dildo in just the right place. He’s already moaning softly. He loves it. He hates it. I ease it in, slowly, allowing his muscles to relax, taking my time. I’m in no hurry.

I find the right depth. Then begin to move my hips. I can feel it. I can feel my cock, sensations beginning in my sex. It’s not just a thing I’ve strapped on. It’s a part of me. I have a cock. It works. It makes me hot.

I move in and out, finding a rhythym. The feelings increase. I’m moaning. He’s moaning. I’m panting. My movements increase. My orgasm is getting close. My movements get faster. I can feel it building.

The spasms begin. I’m over the edge. I’m taking him with me, taking him to his own orgasm.

Finally, I stop. I pull out of him, take off the leather harness, and sit down in my chair. I need a few minutes, to sit and feel. My body feels good.

I leave him bound, blindfolded, and gagged. He’s waiting.

He doesn’t hear me step behind him. My hand closes on his hard cock, my hard cock. I own it. I own him. He moans again, as I rub my hand up and down, moving just past the blood engorged head of his cock – my cock. I’m not through yet.

Originally posted 2009-09-30 13:15:07. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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