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I sat in the chair in my dungeon I call my throne. High back, black crushed velvet on the seat and back, intimidating. I sit and look at my victim. At least, I’m thinking of him in that way right now.
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
Devils in Skirts, Dominant Women
Great title.
Amused, Cressada flicked Malcolm’s rump, saying, “I’m pleased you’re so in tune with – ah… petticoat rule and wearing the boots, child, but why single out Langdon for your kind attentions?”
“Bah!” Margery snorted, “He’s always burned my little Frances… thinking he’s so all-fired smart,,, and he’s twice too big for his britches. The kicks I’m getting seeing him cut down to size… Bob now, is a nice inoffensive laddie… but this one…” she swaggered so close to Malcolm’s scrubbing head that he had to veer it aside, “this treatment is exactly what he deserves. Any boot licking mouse that lets a woman thrash him and make a damn fool of him gets no sympathy from me.”
“You’re sweet,” Sada swayed aside. “Let’s be comfortable, girl. I can oversee the husb. from over there. And he asks for no one’s sympathy. He crawled under my heel with his eyes open. And he begged for his punishment, my dear, simply crushed by his inability to defy me.” The blonde, lissome maiden and the dark strapping beauty reclined on a lawn chaise. Fingering the ugly rawhide, she accounted for every move of her toiling groom with chilled-steel grey eyes. A deep surge of despotism swelled her momentous bosom, thrusting the sumptuous furs apart. Margery watched Malcolm’s degration snootily. “One time I respect that man,” she said, “but now he’s just a disgusting worm.”
Originally posted 2007-08-04 03:29:29. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
I’m sure you’d like to visit the Mistress of Evil’s castle of discipline.
Sometime later his head was pulled backward and he realized that his mistress had had enough. He was slightly dizzy from lack of oxygen, for in her passion, she would clamp her legs around him, making it impossible to breathe. He was also surprised to discover that a fair amount of time had passed, with his knees aching from the hard floor. He was sent upstairs to help get set up for the evenings BBQ.
He reported to his neighbor in the kitchen and was given a list of chores, from setting up the tables on the patio, to collecting and setting out food. He was instructed to kneel at his mistress’s side during dinner and he fetched things for her or she fed him bits of food as the mood struck her. He was then tasked to cleaning up after the meal with other people that had been assigned that chore by their masters or mistresses.
It seemed to be a more informal and relaxed night than the previous, with people lounging outside after dinner. The fact that he was kneeling, naked on his neighbors patio didn’t concern him. Occasionally, he was aware of the fact that he could still smell and occasionally taste his mistress’s musk on his lips and that seemed to spur him to be more efficient at the task she had set him. He was determined to do well at whatever she ordered him to do. The only thing that managed to penetrate his blissful haze was her comment about Master Ted punishing him later. Somehow he felt that even though Master Ted was probably stronger than his mistress, it wouldn’t be as bad since it wasn’t her paddling him. He thought of the punishment of the previous night and realized that there were still welts on his behind that he could feel. He also remembered Brad’s comment about bruising and welts. He shuddered
As the evening wore on, it seemed more and more people drifted down to the dungeon. It seemed that this was to be punishment night. Or at least it seemed that way to him. He cringed at some of the things that were done to the male subs and slaves, amazed at their bravery at not crying out, some even seemed to be enjoying themselves. He knelt at Lara’s side mostly, occasionally being made to run an errand, getting her drinks and snacks from the kitchen. She chatted with the other guests and talked about the pros and cons of some of their toys. She mentioned to a number of people his transgression and that he would be being punished later. Each time, he heard her disappointment in him and he vowed to do better.
She was chatting to an older man about the trials of training novices. when she turned to him and said, ‘Pet, you should probably get your harness and plug. It will be quite a while before Ted is ready for you and you might as well get your time in now. Will you be able to manage on your own, or will you need help?’
Before he could answer, the man turned to Lara and said, ‘I would love to help him my dear, I am sure I could stuff his botTed quite nicely.’
‘Ah, Walt, I am sure you could, although it wouldn’t be with the plug now would it?’ She giggled, ‘Or would you have him on his knees? I see you haven’t brought any of your toys with you tonight. All alone and feeling randy are we? I am afraid he would be a disappointment there, he has never really learned to suck cock now have you my dear?’
At his horrified look, she laughed and said, ‘There you see Walt, I have been seriously neglecting his education. He is under the impression that boy pets are for girls to play with and girls pets are for boys. Silly thing.. I keep trying to explain to him that toys have absolutely no choice in the matter. Remember Phillip’s dog? That one REALLY struck fear in Ted’s nicha! Run along pet and put the new bigger plug in.’
He got up to leave and do as he was told, beginning to realize that his body wasn’t under his control anymore.
He heard he laughing and saying, ‘I have promised him to Ted next weekend, have to prep him, you know. I remember the last time Ted tried an unprepped boy. Ugly..’
The laughter chilled him.
The struggle with the plug was worse than before. It refused to go past a certain point. Time stretched on as he struggled, more lube, trying to push it in little by little and not tear anything, but the last quarter inch refused to go. He was near tears, imagining his fate if he failed in this minor task. Finally, in an act of desperation he reapplied the lube to both the plug and himself and then carefully positioning himself began to slowly sit on the evil thing. He felt as though he was being rent in two, bewildered to why he had to suffer this sort of abuse. Then he remembered what she had showed him earlier today, her toy was even larger than what he was trying to insert. He had gotten to the difficult part and he felt himself stretching, on the verge of ripping his skin, and then, suddenly he was past the widest part and it slid down and seated itself.
He put on his harness, although he suspected that it was more than unnecessary. He had not idea how he would get it out when the time came. He cleaned the excess lube off of himself, washed and then tidied the bathroom. He felt full to bursting, as if the plug had filled his entire body. It felt more than huge when he walked back out to join his mistress.
He knelt at her side quietly, watching other people get there punishment, squirming a little and trying to forget the invader to his rear. She glanced down at him and watched him squirm for a moment before remarking, ‘You know my pet, I think you should be more demonstrably grateful for the attention I show you. Look at how Laala’s pet shows her gratitude.’ He looked over at the woman Lara had pointed out. A naked girl was lavishing her mistresses feet with caresses.
‘Yes my pet, I mean that. Come on kneel down in front of me. That’s right. Now spread your knees wide so that people can see how my pet is willing to stretch himself to accommodate his mistresses cock.’
He began to kiss the tops of her feet, then taking her shoes off began kissing and fondling her feet. He was amazed that it felt so good, so right to him. The feeling of his lips on her skin, sucking and licking her toes. He felt his cock go rigid and begin to throb against his belly as he started making grunting noises as he worshiped his beloveds feet. He felt her foot against his head, pushing him backwards until he sat on his heals. Then her toes touched his cock, stroking him. He was moaning, overcome by the fleeting pleasure of her touch. He was close, close to cumming when he realized what he was about to do.
He pulled away and said ‘Mistress, please stop, you will make me cum! Please!’
‘Move back where I can reach you Pet, good boy. And no, there will be no permission tonight.’ She continued stroking him while he pleaded with her to stop. He tried thinking of other things, but it was difficult to try to stay focused.
He heard her as Pat for the clover clamps. ‘Put your hands behind you Pet, Pat will help you focus on something else.’
He felt Pat grab his nipple and pull outwards, clipping a small metal clip onto the base. Waves of pain struck him. Then she did the other. The conflicting sensations warred within his brain. Then something odd happened, the throbbing in his nipples became not/pain. It was more of an intense feeling that blended with what she was doing to him. He moaned with pleasure.
‘Lara, his eyes have glazed over, he is gone.’
The intensity began to fade as he realized that she was no longer insistently stroking him, she had walked around him and had draped herself around him. ‘Are you back my Pet? Things all better.’
‘Yes ma’am, thank you for not letting me disobey you.’
He felt her breathing into his ear, it gave him chills, then she very quietly laughed and reached around and took off the clamps. He had almost forgotten they were there, for he had gotten somewhat numb. Then the blood began to rush back where it had been denied.
He whimpered. The removal was much worse than the wearing. He felt tears well up in his eyes.
‘What is this? Tears? Of gratitude no doubt. I have saved you from cumming without permission and I would hate to have to punish you even more than Ted will see to later. We are almost ready for you my dear. Just one more person and the table will be free. Soon my Pet, you will have his hands on you, and you will be a very good pet and do exactly as he asks you. Whatever he asks you or I will be very, very disappointed in you. And you probably wouldn’t enjoy me when I am disappointed. Now my dear, come and lay over my lap, I want to play with your botTed.’
She positioned him over her lap as if she were going to spank him. His legs spread so she could reach down and play with his cock or balls if she wanted. She tapped at the base of his plug, calling people over to show them how well he was stretching. He felt his entire body turn crimson. She pointed out that his cock was fully hard and told them it was because he loved showing people how big his ass was becoming so he could handle her cock better. The story of how he had gushed when Brad took him was gone over again and again. He began to hope that Master Ted would hurry up and beat him, just to put him out of his misery, ass up on her lap. When she wasn’t humiliating him to her guests she began pinching his balls with her fingernails, or rubbing her hands over his ass. She leaned down and whispered how when the weekend was over she was going to take him shopping so he could have proper attire when he served at parties. Then she laughed.
‘Oh, it looks as if the table is free. Now remember my Pet, Ted will be administering the punishment part, but if you perform well with your lesson, your ass will escape untouched, well maybe a better word will be UNHARMED. It is a good thing Brad is such a good boy and well trained too. Although you should remember that he won’t be helping you out at all, you will have to do this all on your own. And I know you want to please me, don’t you?’
Continued
Originally posted 2010-12-13 19:04:20. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Xena would inevitably prompt the idea of Lucy Lawless as a dominatrix.
Did you want to lick the warrior princess’ boots?
by Subboy
Tigresses capture their prey
I love going out with my friend Stacy. It’s not only that she’s extremely attractive; the kind of woman who when she walks into a room everyone; men, women, young, and old, notice her. It’s also that she’s unpredictable and fun. When we went out a couple of nights ago it was even more shocking, exciting and fun than usual.
We went out with our friend Heather to a club we don’t usually go. Stacy tells us that she is in the mood for something different. She looks fabulous as usual. She’s 5’10″, and in extremely great shape. She teaches aerobics and kick boxing, and spends most of her time at the gym. She’s all in tight black clothing, with a silver necklace and silver ear rings. Heather is looking hot too. She’s a sassy red head, with a mischievious glint in her eye. Like most of us modern day girls about the town, she’s had her fair share of inconsiderate, idiotic boyfriends. Sometimes when things don’t go well she overeats. Long story short, she’s fifteen/ twenty pounds overweight. She’s in Stacy’s classes, so she’s getting in shape and getting her confidence back. Oh and me, my name’s Sarah by the way. I’m pretty hot if I do say so myself. Well let me just put it this way; I was a cheerleader in college (as lame as that sounds) and I’m in better shape now. I get hit on by plenty of men, even if they aren’t always the ones I would like hitting on me.
So anyway, three hot chicks out on the town. The club Stacy takes us to doesn’t seem very promising. Most of the guys are either with girlfriends or they seem a little too old.
“Maybe we should go somewhere else,” I say “This seems kind of lame.”
“Trust me girls,” Stacy says “I’m sure this will be perfect. Just follow my lead. Tonight’s going to be a little different, but you’ll love it.”
“I’m in.” says Heather.
“If Heather’s in, I’m in.” I say.
Totally out of the blue, this guy Danny appears. Danny is so hot. He’s like a young Brad Pitt with more muscles. No really, he’s that hot. Of course he and Stacy are great freinds with benefits. Stacy says that although he’s totally hot, he’s not the best lover, because “he could try harder.” You’ve got to be fucking kidding, he could try harder with me. After we chat with Danny awhile, Stacy sends him away. What?
“Danny,” she says “look, me and the girls are kind of doing something different tonight. It’s kind of Heathers night, so I don’t mean to kick you out, but I’m kicking you out.” Stacy’s the only woman who would ever say this to Danny by the way, “Look, if everything goes as planned, I would love to go out tomorrow night. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“That’s cool, I was–” he starts to say, but Stacy shoos him away, like a stray bad puppy.
“Leave Danny,” she says “just go.”
I can’t fucking believe it, the only hot guy here, and she sends him away.
“Great, now what?” I say.
“See that guy in the corner, I think that’s who we want.” Stacy says.
“Who?” Heather asks.
“The guy with the blue shirt.” He looks ohhhhkaaay, he’s not Danny, not even close, I’m a little confused.
“I’ll be right back,” Stacy says as she gets up and goes over to the guy. You can tell that the guy is in total shock that someone like Stacy is talking to him. Soon she brings him back.
“Girls, this is Eric. Eric this is Heather, and this is Sarah.” Stacy buys everyone a drink, which is weird because usually guys are ready and willing to buy her drinks and a whole lot else. “So Eric, why were you sitting by yourself?”
“I don’t know.” he says.
“Shouldn’t you try and talk to some women?” He kind of laughs a little, as if this is out of the realm of possibility. It’s funny, he’s not really bad looking, he should try.
“Well hey, you’re with three women now.” Heather says.
“What do you think?” Stacy asks.
“I can hardly believe it. I mean you’re, you women are gorgeous.”
“Isn’t he sweet.” Stacy says. “You know, we’re going to destroy you.”
“Okay.” he says. Did he even hear what she said?
“Do you want me to destroy you?” Stacy asks.
“I don’t know.” he says “I don’t know what that means.”
“I think you do.” Stacy says ” I think you’ll love it.”
What the hell was that all about. There’s a couple of moments of awkward silence. Stacy seems perfectly comfortable though.
“Listen girls and Eric, Eric and girls, I think this evening just might work out. Let’s go to my apartment.” Stacy says. As we’re leaving she whispers to me, “Just go with the flow, we’ll have fun.”
Originally posted 2008-03-10 15:48:14. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Mistress Denise’s can tells us she’s a dominatrix. (?)
The charcoal outline of the painting is done; the heads and flesh
parts are painted in. Her diabolical face is already becoming visible
under a few bold strokes, life flashes in her green eyes.
Wanda stands in front of the canvas with her arms crossed over her
breast.
“This picture, like many of those of the Venetian school, is
simultaneously to represent a portrait and to tell a story,”
explained the painter, who again had become pale as death.
“And what will you call it?” she asked, “but what is the matter with
you, are you ill?”
“I am afraid–” he answered with a consuming look fixed on the
beautiful woman in furs, “but let us talk of the picture.”
“Yes, let us talk about the picture.”
“I imagine the goddess of love as having descended from Mount Olympus
for the sake of some mortal man. And always cold in this modern world
of ours, she seeks to keep her sublime body warm in a large heavy fur
and her feet in the lap of her lover. I imagine the favorite of a
beautiful despot, who whips her slave, when she is tired of kissing
him, and the more she treads him underfoot, the more insanely he loves
her. And so I shall call the picture: Venus in Furs.”
Originally posted 2007-06-19 16:10:58. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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