Devils in Skirts, Dominant Women
A highly entertaining looking collection of female domination photographs.
Originally posted 2016-09-11 16:16:17.
She told me it would be a special weekend and that I should not make any plans. It would be something I had always wanted but she wanted it to be a surprise. So I was looking forward to a special time when I came home on Friday afternoon. I had taken some time off so I could be home early. To my surprise she was not home waiting for me as I expected.
Instead there was a note taped to the door: “Hi Honey. There are your instructions. Follow them EXACTLY. Go in your room and take off all your clothes. Shave all the hair from your underarms, genitals and around your nipples. Take a complete enema, then put oil on all over and take a shower. Don’t bother putting anything on. Go to the kitchen and you’ll find your next instructions. Love, Me.”
I was already excited, and by the time I got to the bathroom I was getting an erection. If what I hoped was going to happen, this was going to be one great weekend! For weeks we had been discussing bondage fantasies and trying out different techniques. But I had never quite felt totally helpless or taken as far into the pain as I needed and wanted to go.
If this was going to be the fantasy I had requested, I would need to pace myself. I controlled my desire to masturbate and concentrated on preparing myself. I took three bags of water and squirted them out until the water was clean. Then I carefully shaved and showered as instructed. Since I didn’t need to get dressed I went directly into the kitchen.
Sure enough, I found another note: “So far so good. By now it’s probably around 3 o’clock. I won’t be home until 5. What I want you to do is this: go in the dungeon and you will find a scene set up. You are to place yourself in bondage by the time the clock chimes 3:30, using the equipment I have set out and then wait for me. Do not come, I have plans for you. Love you. Me.”
I had a glass of water and headed downstairs. I had played around with self-bondage for years. In fact, in our first sessions I basically tied myself up, and she just did the finishing touches. She knew exactly how I liked to be tied and how much I could take. I figured she would set up a scene that would take me beyond my limits as I had requested.
Sure enough there was another note on the dungeon door giving me detailed instructions on how to tie myself up. I took the note, forced myself not to read it yet, and went into the dungeon. From the looks of the equipment she had prepared, I was in for it. Great.
“1. Lock the dungeon door. If you left any other doors in the house open, go up and lock them first. Turn on the video that’s in the player.” I swung the heavy door closed and locked the deadbolt. Now once I was tied, only she could gain entrance to our secret room to release me. I started the cassette player and a compilation of my favorite bondage tapes started. I smiled. Plenty of inspiration.
“2. Put on the leather harness. Make sure it’s on tight.” I put my arms through the harness and locked the chains that fit so nicely around my chest, pushing up my nipples. Then I put the cock ring and waist straps on nice and tight. The pressure of the ring made me get hard. I looked at the note to see what she had in mind next.
“3. Put the spiked parachute on your balls and hang a 5-pound weight from it.” Ouch. I oiled up the parachute and gingerly wrapped it around my balls. The spikes dug into my flesh; the weight made it worse. She wanted me tortured, that’s for sure. Still, the stretching sensation on my balls felt good, and the penis bondage would give me some erotic relief during my ordeal.
“4. Enjoying yourself yet, my little torture slut? Good. Now be good and put on the cuffs and nipple clamps I set out.” How well she knew me. I wrapped my wrists with the tape we found at the athletic supply store, then slid them through the cuffs. She had put out my good old favorite all-metal nipple clamps. They were firm but comfortable. I wondered how comfortable they’d be in an hour or so.
“5. Sweetie, I just know you’re going to need a gag. Put it on the fourth hole and get used to it.” I opened wide and slipped the leather gag into my mouth. The fourth hole was just where it stopped being comfortable, and she knew it. Sadistic bitch! But the consequences of disobedience, well documented by the dungeon cam, could be severe. I just hate being whipped. I pulled the strap to the fourth hole and latched the buckle. Mmmpf. Mmrff! Oh well, something to bite on when the pain got bad.
“6. OK, now you’re ready for the final phase: at exactly 3:30, put the weights on your nipple clamps, and suspend yourself from the spreader bar at exactly the height I have set it. Kick the stepladder out of the way; you won’t need it. Put your feet through the loops in the ankle ropes and pull them until they’re tight. I will release you when I get home at 5. Have fun! Love, Me.”
I looked at the clock: 3:27. Time to start. The nipple weights were loaded with a couple of one-pound fishing sinkers on a thin rope through a pulley on the rafter. On the other end was a spring clamp, which I pulled down and attached to the chain of my nipple clamps. When I let go, the weight pulled the clamps up toward the ceiling, hard enough to stretch my nipples but not quite hard enough to pull the clamps off.
Now I was getting really turned on, but I still had to complete the final instruction. I carefully backed up to the second step of the ladder. The parachute stretched my balls as the heavy weight swung back and forth. A 3-foot spreader bar hung from the chain hoist. I got hold of the left end and clipped my suspension cuff to the end of the bar. I stretched out and fastened my right cuff the other end. The final clicks of the spring clips just before a severe suspension are some of the most exciting and erotic sounds there are.
Now for the moment of truth. I carefully stepped down off the ladder to test the suspension. With my feet together my heels just touched. Uh-oh, this was going to be severe. I had told her I wanted to be taken beyond my limits, but was I ready for this? I really wanted to find out what was there, the truth buried deep in the pain. I knew I could trust her to show up and let me loose. We had played this game before. OK.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed the ladder back and out of the way. It fell over with a crash. I was committed. I was trapped. I got a raging hard-on. I tested my bonds. They were very secure. I had built them myself, and I knew well how strong they were. This is it. Might as well go all the way.
I looked for the posts on either side of me and located the ankle ropes. They were loops of thick rope tied with a slipknot. I wiggled my right ankle through the loop and tested it. The knot slid just a little. I judged I would be standing on tiptoes for the next 90 minutes. How long would I last before I had to hang completely from my wrists? What would happen then? I didn’t know but I wanted to find out.
I pulled the ankle rope tight. Then I stood up on my right toe while I found the other loop with my left foot. Careful, careful…there. I pulled in as far as possible.
The mirror on the opposite wall revealed my situation. There I was, naked and shaved, gagged and bound in tight leather straps, my wrists and ankles both trapped a yard apart. I was standing on my toes with my nipples and balls tortured. And no prospect of rescue for an hour and a half. I had a pang of remorse and fear. What if I couldn’t take it? Then I took a deep breath and relaxed. Worrying wouldn’t help anything now.
The physiology of suspension bondage is interesting. The stretching puts pressure on all the erotic points, giving the victim an involuntary erection, especially if the nipples are stimulated and the genitals are bound. At the same time, a process of circulatory stagnation begins from the wrists and hands, and gradually works its way up the arms toward the shoulders. An exquisite pain that goes deep into the bones accompanies the gradual progress of the numbness.
Was I crazy to be enjoying this? Yet curiously I found myself delighted at my situation, and extremely turned on at the prospect of such severe and prolonged torture. I couldn’t rub my hard cock on anything or achieve a release. Yet what I felt was the height of erotic pleasure. I felt very thankful to have such an understanding and cooperative partner, and I knew I would enjoy every second of my severe bondage and erotic torture until she came to relieve me.
If the entire weight of the body is suspended from the wrists, sooner or later the pressure on the shoulders reduces the blood supply to the brain, resulting in unconsciousness. In the Roman days, crucifixion used this to terminal effect. However, if the victim is bound so he can reduce the weight on his wrists, the spread of the numbness is slowed and the agony can be prolonged indefinitely.
That was my situation. Bound as I was, I could relieve some of the pressure on my wrists enough to avoid suffocation. But to do it, I would have to struggle. I stood on my tiptoes and stretched, but I could barely move. After awhile I knew the muscles in my ankles would give out, and all my weight would be on my wrists and shoulders. I pulled myself up as far as I could, my feet leaving the ground. I could only maintain that for a few seconds, but it was a relief.
I relaxed, and let myself just hang. It was only 3:35. My wrists hurt but I knew this was only the beginning. I knew some of what was ahead, but not all. I tried to wait and not use up my energy too quickly. Time crawled by. One part of my mind wanted the pain to stop, while another, more powerful part just wanted it to go on and on forever.
The real effect of slow sexual torture comes with time. The sensations are intense at first, then one becomes kind of used to them. My bondage felt good after 15 minutes or so, but I knew it wouldn’t last. I was only used to the first level of pain. The pain would reappear at a deeper level, and stay longer. I waited.
The pain came in slow waves. Each wave lasted five minutes or more. Then I would get used to that level of pain and it wouldn’t be so bad for a while. Then another long wave of pain burned deeper into my body, each one worse than the last. I looked at the clock: 4:05. How could I stand any more of this? I twisted my chest and moved my hips, pulling on my nipple clamps and swinging the weights hanging from my scrotum to give myself some erotic sensation, but it didn’t help much.
The pain was working its way down my arms under the numbness that spread from my wrists to my elbows. I raised myself up off the floor, letting my wrists take all the weight for a few moments. Then I let myself back down onto my tiptoes. My ankles wouldn’t last much longer. At least my wrists were completely numb.
At some point I started moaning. The pain was working its way deeper and deeper into my body. I could barely move but my body was twisting and writhing to try to get away from the pain. It was an automatic response; I couldn’t help myself. None of it worked but the sensation of struggling kind of distracted me from the pain.
4:30. I had never been in suspension more than half an hour. This was much more than I had ever been able to take. Being alone in the dungeon made a real difference; I was unable to plead, unable to convince her to let me go. There was no choice. I had to take it no matter how bad it got.
I was in a state of total surrender to the pain. It was involuntary. I couldn’t escape and I couldn’t stop it. I looked forward to her coming but didn’t want her to see me this way. At the same time, I wanted her to love me for being like this: her helpless torture slave.
I was moaning so loud I didn’t even hear her come into the room. Suddenly she was there. Naked and beautiful. I wanted her so much. “I’ve been watching you on the dungeon cam. I like watching you struggle. I want to watch you close up. And do things to you while you’re so helpless.”
She came close to me and looked me in the eyes. “You’re mine now, and I won’t let you go.” Her hands moved over my body, arousing me despite the desperate pain I was in. “I like you like this,” she purred. “I’m going to keep you like this all weekend. I’ve been keeping a file of the pictures you gave me and your fantasies. Now every one is going to come true. And you won’t be able to do anything about it.”
She straddled my leg and rubbed her pussy on my thigh. She caressed my cock, which was still rock-hard but had surprisingly little feeling. Then she twisted and pulled my nipple clamps, and I gasped. The pain was unbelievable. She pulled harder and I heard someone screaming. I guess it was me. I was breathing hard. I loved it.
She backed away from me, watching while I struggled not to break contact with her body and failed. I moaned. “You can struggle and moan all you want,” she said, waving her hands as she settled into the comfortable armchair a few feet away. “I’m not going to let you go. You might as well get used to the pain because it’s here to stay. I’m going to watch you suffer…and enjoy myself,” she sighed, leaning back languorously.
Her hands stroked her already-wet pussy as she kept her eyes fixed on me. “Mmmmm. Now I see why you wanted this. The writhing is so sensual. Your body is so beautiful when you struggle against the pain. Are you beyond your limits? Is it too much for you to bear? Good. That’s just the way I want you.
Seeing her so close, so hot while I was restrained and tortured made me want her. I writhed anew with pain and desire. We locked eyes as she brought herself again and again to the edge of an orgasm, and then stopped just short of the brink. The room was full of our moans and sighs of passion and pain.
Suddenly the clock chimed. She sighed, and slowly, reluctantly got up from her comfortable perch. “Time to release you, my dear. At least, from this position. But there’s more. So much more I’m going to do to you. Now I understand about taking you past your limits. It’s like learning to swim, isn’t it? Getting past your limits is the hard part. Once you’re there, you have to cope somehow or other. And it’s very sexy.”
Slowly she released the weights on my nipple clamps. Every movement was torture. Then she removed the weight from the ball parachute and untied my ankles. I just hung there, totally helpless as she tied my ankles together and chained them to the wall behind me. Then came the creak and rattle of the chain hoist as she carefully lowered me facedown on the mat. My arms were useless. They felt like they were on fire as the circulation and feeling returned. She bound them behind me, Japanese style with the wrists tied tightly to the opposite elbows.
Working quicker now, she put a thick leather collar around my neck and padlocked it in place. Then she clipped a chain to the collar and fastened it to a ring on the floor. I was captured again. She rolled me over on my side and carefully removed the clamps from my nipples. They were pinched and blue, and she rubbed and squeezed them to get the circulation going again. I moaned with the pain.
“It’s not over, baby,” she whispered into my ear as she buckled a padded leather blindfold over my eyes. “This is just a short rest period. You get 15 minutes to relax before we start the next torture. And this is how it’s going to be. All weekend long. You asked for it, honey. Now you got it. I hope you’re enjoying yourself because I sure am. Ta-ta!”
I heard the light switch click and the slam of the dungeon’s heavy door. After the snick of the deadbolt, all was silent except for the ticking of the big clock. The next time it chimed, the pain would start again. I moaned into my gag and cried as I rolled back and forth on my erect penis.
I’m so lucky.
Originally posted 2016-09-10 06:01:15.
A few years ago, after several interviews, I finally got that good job I’d been seeking. The last step was to pass a pre-employment physical with the companies chosen doctor. The HR person gave me a sealed packet of forms to be completed and the name of the doctor to call. I was somewhat taken aback as the doctor’s name was obviously female, and that meant she’d likely have to see my teeny weenie, something that I tried to avoid happening. My teeny weenie measures just under four inches (ok, closer to 3 ½ inches) when fully erect while being very thin, less than 3 inches in girth. When flaccid it is not much more than a skinny little nub.
I called and made an appointment for in the afternoon three days later. I made sure I didn’t jerk off in between, so that at least I would be likely to show a swollen penis, better than a flaccid little nubbin if I needed to expose myself.
I arrived at the doctor’s office at the appointed time and it was obvious that I was to be the last patient for the day. In fact, I think they were staying late to accommodate me. The waiting room was empty except for me, and the receptionist locked the door behind me and turned the sign to show the office was closed. Within a few minutes an attractive, young medical assistant named Vicki came out and led me back to a rather spartan exam room, swinging the door most of the way closed, but still open a crack. She then told me to remove my clothes so she could get my vital statistics.
I removed my clothes except for my underwear. Looking rather impatient as she stood by the scale, she said, “C’mon. All of them.” Sheepishly I slid my underwear down, exposing my partially erect, yet shamefully small penis. I noticed a slight grin on her face as she told me to come over and get on the scale so she could measure my height and weight. She checked my weight (165 lbs.) then proceeded to check my height. As she raised the measuring arm she gave me a little pat on the ass as she said “Move forward a bit so it will reach.” Then looking at my little erection she added, “You have plenty of room.” By this time I was at my near 4 inch maximum length protruding straight out. After measuring my height (5’7”) I was told to have a seat on the exam table so my blood pressure and temperature could be checked. All was well.
Vicki then told me I needed to provide blood and urine samples. She pricked my finger and filled several small glass tubes with blood samples. As she handed me a plastic cup for urine she informed me that for chain of custody purposes she would need to witness me peeing into the cup. “Come with me,” she directed, opening the door and walking down the hallway. Naked, I followed her down the hallway to the bathroom, grateful that no one saw. Holding the cup in my left hand, and my little erection between my right thumb and two fingers, I managed to squeeze a little urine through my hard penis, filling the cup about half way. As I handed the cup to Vicki she looked at the sample, looked down at my little erection, and said, “I guess it will have to do.”
My luck didn’t hold out on the return trip to the exam room. As I left the bathroom, there were the receptionist and two black ladies, apparently the cleaning crew, standing in the hallway. They both snickered as I covered up my penis and squeezed by.
Back in the exam room I was told to lie down on the table and that the doctor would be right in. I asked Vicki for a sheet to cover up and was told that this practice had stopped using such items to keep costs down.
A few minutes later, just as my erection was beginning to soften a little, in walked Doctor Karen Simpson, along with Vicki. Dr. Simpson was a tall, attractive, blond, probably in her mid forties. She shook my hand and introduced herself. Noticing that my little weenie was pointing straight up the doctor told Vicki that she should remain in the room.
As I laid there Dr. Simpson took the packet and told me there was a medical questionnaire to complete first, and then she would perform the physical exam. She walked around the room asking me various questions about my medical background. Eventually she reached the section regarding sexual history and practices.
“Ever have sex with a man?” she asked. Being honest I replied that a previous girlfriend used to make me perform oral sex on another one of her boyfriends. “I see,” was her nonchalant response. However, I was sure Vicki was trying to suppress laughter. And my little weenie was now beginning to throb. I began to wish I had jerked off before the appointment.
“Do you use condoms for protection when you have sexual intercourse?” was the next question. I hesitantly stammered out a, “Yes.” I’m pretty sure she left the questionnaire, when sensing my hesitation, the doctor asked, “Do you have any trouble finding condoms that will fit and stay on. You are quite a bit smaller than average.” Now I knew Vicki was stifling her laughter as she watched my little weenie pulse. I could only respond by saying that I’d found a shop that orders extra small condoms for me. “Good,” replied the doctor.
“Last question: Do you currently have a sex partner, and how often do you have sex? If not, how often do you masturbate?” I’m sure I was bright red as I related how I have a girlfriend, but she thinks I am too small. So mostly I provide her with oral sex. I masturbate once or twice a day normally. “I understand,” was the response. “And does she have other partners?” Sheepishly I answered, “Yes. She tells me she needs sex from someone who is more well-endowed.” She jotted down some notes, and mentioned that some additional blood tests were to be ordered.
“Ok. Let’s check you out now.”
She put on rubber gloves and gave the form to Vicki, so she could complete the paperwork as the doctor performed the exam. The doctor then began with the physical exam, poking, prodding and using her instruments. She checked my eyes, throat, heartbeat, breathing, reflexes and internal organs. She had me get up and demonstrate balance and coordination by standing on one foot with my arms extended, the touching my nose. Then, she checked flexibility by having me lean over and touch the ground. As I was bent over she gave me a little pat on the ass and said I could stand up.
Then came the part I was dreading. “I need to check your sexual organs.” I nervously nodded and stood there, hands at my side, as the doctor took my little erection in between her thumb and forefinger. “Obviously this works, in a sense,” she noted, “even if unfortunately for you it is a bit small.” She smiled as she gave it a couple of squeezes. I nodded my head in agreement, trying to think of anything I could to avoid squirting in her hand.
Dr. Simpson then took my ball sack in her right hand, manipulating them around. “Your testicles seem to be healthy, if a bit underdeveloped,” she noted. She went on, “Tell me, when you ejaculate, do you seem to ejaculate a normal amount. I mean compared to the guys your girlfriend made you perform oral sex on?”
By this point Vicki was almost openly laughing as she jotted down notes and avoided making eye contact with me. I could only reply with the truth. “No. I usually produce a smaller amount. Nothing like some of the other guys I’ve seen.”
“That’s what I thought. But don’t worry,” she told me. “Just because you are small doesn’t mean there are any health issues. You seem to have found ways to achieve sexual satisfaction despite your rather diminutive size.”
“We need to check a couple of more things. First let’s make sure you have no hernia problems.” With that she stood at my side and put her left hand between my ass cheeks, in the area between my ball sack and anal entrance. With her right hand she cupped my ball sack. She checked several areas, asking me to cough each time. I’m not sure if it was intentional but as she checked various areas her right forearm was applying pressure to my throbbing penis. I was panting and on the edge of cumming. By the time the hernia exam ended my little weenie had a drop of precum on the tip and I was involuntarily moving to and fro, as if fucking the air.
I was beginning to tremble, and my breathing was coming in short gasps. I was on the edge of orgasming. The doctor waited a few seconds for me to regain some sense of composure. “One last check is all. Then we will be done. I need to check your prostate.” I gasped and almost cried when Dr. Simpson put some lube on her right index finger. “Please climb back and lie down on the table,” which I did. “Now Vicki I will need your help here. Stand behind his head.” The doctor then lifted my legs and had Vicki pull them toward her so that my ass was in the air. “Keep your arms to your side and get ready. This might be a little uncomfortable,” she warned. Then her finger entered my ass.
That was it. I could take no more. I started shaking, rocking around and holding on to the edges of the table. Vicki strained to hold my legs still as I grunted and a wad of cum shot out of my little weenie onto my chest and face. The doctor also held on, keeping her grip on me and her finger in my ass until I settled down. “That’s ok,” she comforted me. “Let’s finish this exam. Vicky, when we are done please note in his record that he has an unusually strong anal stimulative response.”
I was still shaking as she removed her finger, utterly humiliated and babbling something about apologies. “It’s ok,” the doctor said. “You can get dressed now and clean yourself up.” She then left the room. Vicki stayed, finishing the paperwork and giggling as I dressed. Already totally humiliated and in a hurry I simply used my fingers to scoop the cum off me, then licked them clean.
Vicki then escorted me out, again patting me on the ass and quietly saying, “Thanks little guy. It was fun.” As I left she added, “You poor thing.” I hurriedly scooted out, hoping I still had the job.
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Originally posted 2016-09-09 16:07:07.
(Face slapping fantasy left as a comment.)
This happened when i was in my tenth standard and going to a tuition centre for writing model exams. I was both excited and apprehensive. 9.45 I was supposed to be in at 9.15. Geeta madam would be really angry. I rubbed my cheeks in anticipation of what was to come. The signal changed and i crossed the road and entered the premises. 9.47 i ran past the grounds and reached the building. 9.49 second floor reached the classroom drenched in sweat.
I looked inside and saw Anjana, Swathi and Banmeet were writing the test. All 3 looked at me, smiled and slightly giggled coz they knew what was going to happen. I took my scale, pencil and pen and went to the class doorstep. “Excuse me maam” I said. Geeta mam turned slowly to my side, but she didn’t say anything and just turned her face away. I tried again “Excuse me maam, ….” She gave me a look that could have cowed a lion.
She walked slowly near me, came close, raised her right hand and slapped my left cheek hard. The first slap is always a surprise, how prepared one can be. She raised her hand again and my cheek stung. She raised both her hands and slapped both my cheeks simultaneously. My cheeks were having a burning sensation and i wanted to touch them but didn’t do it before her.
All the girls were trying hard to suppress their giggles.
Geeta madam again gave me a double slap. She was in a light blue saree with matching sleeveless low cut blouse. She had long hair and it was freely flowing below her hips. I wanted to bury my face in it. Her perfume was delicious and intoxicating. She was very feminine and i could gladly have kissed her feet.
The arrogant and commanding look in her face was awesome. But she had just started her slapping and was getting into the groove. She gave me ten slaps on my left cheek and fifteen on my right.
It was good that she always slapped forehand or else her rings could have pierced my cheek skin. My cheeks had become heavy and were really burning. I was sure that they were flaming red and her fingermarks would be very much visible.
I thought it was over but only then she started to speak. “Idiot late again. How many times have i warned you. Today you are going to learn a lesson” I said meekly “Sorry maam. The bus was late and …” I couldn’t finish for she had raised her right hand and slapped me six times on my left cheek.
“Anjana, Swathi and Banmeet come her and slap this idiot’s face ten times everyone” she commanded. I was stunned. To be slapped my lovely Geeta madam was one thing and okay for me but to be slapped by fellow class girls would be really humilating. All the girls looked very tempted but hesitated a bit.
Madam seemed to know what they were thinking. She caught my ear, twisted it hard and said “Idiot no gimmicks. Any news that you trouble the girls because of this then you would be really sorry. Understand ?”. ‘Yes mam” I meekly replied. So saying madam left my ear and stepped back to enjoy the spectacle.
Banmeet was the first to come. Luckily she wore no rings and did not seem to have much experience in slapping guys. Her hands were soft and her slaps light. Her ten slaps were nothing compared to madam’s super-shots. Madam seemed a bit disappointed that Banmeet had left me lightly.
Anjana was the next and now i was afraid. I and Anjana dont get along well and i had played many pranks on her. I knew that she was waiting to punish me and now i had to suffer for all my previous pranks. Anjana seemed prepared to tear my cheeks off. She removed her watch and bangles but left her ring intact. On purpose. She stepped forward and slapped me hard with her right hand. My face swung to the other side but she slapped me again with the back of her same hand and my face swung back to the original position. Ouch this was really hard. I had seen movies where the slapped guy’s face get swung side to side but this was the first time i was at the receiving end of it. She raised the same hand and slapped continuously left and right. My face swung from side to side and even my neck started to pain. My ears were ringing. She surely must have slapped me more than ten times but didn’t seem to be stopping and went on slapping me.
Finally her arm seemed to tire and she stopped for an instant but only then i realised that she was switching hand and now was going to repeat the same treatment with her other hand !! Without thinking i said “Ten slaps are over” She giggled knowing that her slaps had made an impact, But madam intervened “Slap him with your other hand too, dear. He will take it silently”
Oh my God !! Anjana had a triumphant look on her face. She raised her other hand and slapped me left and right about twenty times. Though the pain had become too much this time i wasn’t prepared to show her victory over me and stood silently. Anjana who was expecting me to howl in pain was a bit disappointed. She vented that on my left cheek again but slapped it accurately six more times. Finally satisfied she stepped back.
I heaved a sigh of relief too soon because there was Swathi left. But she was my friend and i could count her to be lenient on me. Swathi came forward, patted my cheeks softly and swiftly gave six slaps to my right and six to my left in one go. It wasn’t too hard but enough to make my ears ring. She had just slapped me twice more. Nothing compared to that bitch Anjana.
Madam told all the girls to go back to their places and gestured me to come near her. She caught my ear and viewed my cheeks and said “Very good. Should be really red for atleast a day or two. Show this to your mother and hope she adds some”.
Then she added “Hey idiot if you get less than 90% in today’s test then expect double punishment !!!
Originally posted 2016-09-09 12:21:01.
I’d looked long and hard for a Mistress. Finally I found one I could accept who would accept me.
My wrists were attached to my ankles; a gag was tight in my mouth. I was naked and completely available to the woman that sat on the huge chair before me.
Her voice was like some earth grinding machine. Unpitying, relentless:
“You think you have what it takes to be a slave? A slave submits, asks no questions, exists only to please and serve. There are no hesitations. There is no right or wrong, a slave is a creature of its Mistress’s will. Never anything more.”
“You will serve by being always available, as you are now. Just an object, ready to be manipulated.”
I cringed as he attached nipple clamps.
She pulled my hair back tightly.
“You. Will. Obey. Always. You. Serve. You. Submit.”
Her hand cracked across my face with each word.
“You exist only to be used.”
She all but lifted me from the floor by my earlobes.
“I will do whatever I wish to you.”
She pinched my nose, covered my mouth and a few moments I panicked until allowed to breathe again.
“You will serve by obeying. You will serve by downing whatever degrading thing I demand. Maybe later you’ll clean my floor with my tongue while I beat you every time you miss a single particle of dust.”
She grabbed my balls and twisted them back and forth.
“I am a sadist. Above all you will submit to me in your whimpering. I’ll enjoy watching your eyes plead.”
She yanked and yanked until I thought I’d pass out.
“Normally I’d leave your gag off so I could enjoy your begging. But tonight you will listen and learn your first lessons.”
“Now to give you your first lesson in slavery. You will submit to me with your pain.”
Much to my surprise he caressed my cock, it hardened. Quickly she put on what I realized was a cock cage.
“The harder you are, the more it hurts.”
She brought out a simple ruler and began tapping the head of my penis with the sharpe edge. At first I was surprised. But as the taps continued the pain began. She sat there smiling. Every now and then the tap became a swat. I’d pull at my bonds to no use.
A pair of clamps came out. One was attached to each side of my foreskin.
“We’ve only just started. You won’t be using tHer anymore for anything but pissing.”
The taps made the clamps move, all of it was agonizing. Then she switched the ruler to its side. As the sharp end hit I wished the gag didn’t keep me from screaming. A short scream would’ve been a relief.
“Now you are just beginning to learn about giving yourself to another.”
The clamps came off more painfully than they went on.
Surprisingly a hairbrush was in Her hand.
“Now you are ready to really entertain me. THer won’t add to your injury. But I can go on for a very long time with it. That is the trick of a Mistress. You prepare your work area. Then slowly and lingeringly you enjoy yourself.”
The bristles hurt even worse than the more brutal punishments. Gentle strokes really but the tender flesh couldn’t have tolerated the touch of a feather.
“Maybe I’ll take off your gag and let you beg for awhile. Slaves offer to do anything. But what can someone in chains promise that can’t be taken
“One day you when you’ve learned to thank me for the pain, then you’ll really be a slave.”
Originally posted 2016-09-08 15:51:40.
I was recently introduced to what seemed to be the most attractive, pretty, sweet, and charming young lady, who nurtured and encouraged my deepest loyalty and affections for her, and who very skilfully manipulated me to worship and adore her, and fall very deeply and passionately in love with her.
Then one day the Master and his ultra pretty young Mistress strippers, took me into a room and pulled a curtain open, and which revealed a window in the wall looking through to the other room, of which the other side was a mirror. I was made to watch, and saw this precious pretty young woman kneeling upon a luxurious bed, slowly and seductively undressing out of her bra and panties, moving from side to side very sexily, teasing and smiling in gleeful anticipation.
The Master and Mistress strippers then told me to keep on watching her very closely, as a male model came into her room smiling very greedily, and he sat upon her bed and started to feel her all over and have his pleasure with her.
This broke my heart very intensely, and made me ache in my chest and deep down inside me, and then very painful stinging tears came to my eyes as I started sobbing and crying pathetically. After one of the Mistress strippers asked me how this made me feel, I told her that when I now see a man and a woman getting sexy with each other and enjoying each other, it makes me feel as if I just want to grovel and grovel and grovel, and cringe to extremes, and to debase myself for their pleasure, amusement, and entertainment.
The Master then said to me “He is going to enjoy her all for himself, and you are going to have to grovel very hard for them afterwards!”, and he continued to make me watch them pleasure, comfort, amuse, and entertain each other, knowing that I had to absolutely adore and worship the hideous and nasty tasting dog food.
Then the Master said to me “Take into their room yor dog food, sit on the floor, and start grovelling to them! When he has finished having his pleasure with her, three ultra gorgeous strippers will then come into the room, and they will show him their tongues touching together, and he will lick and taste their warm sweet tongues and get very passionate with them. When he gets very passionate with his very gorgeous strippers, you will get very passionate with yor dog food!”.
I did as the Master and his five pretty young Mistress strippers instructed, as a sadist Dominatrix Goddess joined them watching and observed me, and I proceeded to go through my initial ordeal of kissing and licking my huge plate of dog food for the cruel and greedy lovers extra pleasure, amusement, and entertainment. During this scene, the male lover said to his perfect and stunning strippers, “Beauty is sadism, and sadism is beauty”, and they all moaned in ecstasy and nodded in agreement.
During their very passionate love-making, the male lover said to one of his greedy strippers as he French kissed and embraced her “Don’t worry about him, he likes eating dog food!”, to which another whore he was pleasing replied “If he likes eating dog food, then let him eat it!”, and they all smiled wickedly at each other and laughed at my huge loss and misfortune, as I proceeded to pay homage with my poor old tongue to my humble and degrading dog food.
The Master then starved me for five days, and every evening for a week made me perform in front of his new groups of strippers. Whilst kissing and licking my dog food, as they all had their fun and excitement with each other, my stomach continued to ache and rumble. I begged and pleaded with them saying “Please Master and Mistresses, let me eat my dog food now, I’m starving!”. They made me wait a lot longer, as I licked the dog food all over, and which was even more funnier for them, and even more cringing for me.
High-class strippers and Dominatrix Goddesses are now making me eat dog food for the rest of my life, and I am to eat only five dog food sandwiches per day, so I get used to the taste of the filthy degrading stuff and learn more to appreciate it and enjoy it.
Every other day, the Mistress Dominatrix Goddess brings me stacks and stacks of lovely fresh dog food, forcing me to crave and lust for it in my deprivation and hunger. When performing my licking and eating shows in front of many male and female supermodels, cruel and greedy lovers, Dominatrix Goddesses, and high class strippers, I am made to chant “I must grovel, grovel, grovel, grovel, grovel. I debase myself more and more and more and more and grovel in my extreme debasement and groveling to extremes”.
After I am made to eat five plates of the filthy and dirty stinking humiliating dog food, I am then made to exclaim “Now I really am full of shit!”, to which the audience responds with even more wild, excited, and exalted hilarity, sexually sadistic, and most spiteful and dirty laughter.
Bad enough for me having to grovel for the pleasure of one Master and Mistress, or one Master and five of his young pretty and stunningly attractive strippers – but ten Masters and Mistresses – or even more in the audience, with one man to one or two women each side of him, watching and taunting me with their loving arms around each other and their almighty pleasure, I just have to grovel more and more to increase their pleasure and enjoyment even more passionately and intensely for them. I have to do this for their pleasure and greed, and I am the extra bit of spice on the top of their very rich, abundant, and luxurious cake.
Their almighty pleasure is like a radar beam torturing and tormenting me by transmitting radiation at me, and like a very powerful force of electricity making me writhe, grovel, and squirm like a maggot. When I have to grovel, and grovel, and grovel for their pleasure, I am forced to lick my dog food frantically, writhing, and squirming, most uncomfortably and anxiously, in an ugly twisting and contorted motion all over, pulling the most ugly faces, and wallowing in disgust and repulsion, and all in huge contrast to their ultra comfort and very skilful sexual and erotic enjoyment.
In my licking and eating performances at huge orgies, and in front of supermodels, Dominatrix Goddesses, and high-class strippers, I am made to do all their dirty work for them, as they are so clean and pure in their pleasures, and I am filthy, dirty, and amusingly disgusting, and very intimate and at one with the nasty dog food. The moment these cruel and greedy libertines put their arms around each other, enjoying the gorgeous and ultra pretty charms and delights of lovely gorgeous women, down I go with my poor old tongue, licking, rubbing, cleaning, and lapping very hungrily all over the nasty smelly dog food, of which I am being forced to adore and worship.
Whilst I am so often very unfortunate to be made to perform, a Dominatrix Goddess will often very kindly present me with my dog food, and a cruel and greedy pretty woman will often take photographs of my suffering and humiliation, exclaiming to me that this is for her own private collection of photographs for herself and her greedy lovers, and which makes the audience shout and scream with excitable and tormenting laughter, as the cruel and very greedy selfish woman takes photographs of me grovelling and cringing in order to make profit out of my human misery.
The only way that I can ever get any satisfaction is to please these cruel and greedy libertines, and as I have been forced to write about this to all the supermodels Dominatrix Goddesses, and high-class strippers, I must now remain their abject slave and be of constant and most humble and obedient service to them all.
Originally posted 2016-09-07 06:45:40.
With serene confidence this dominant black woman dominates the inferior men who serve and worship her. Submissive men cannot help falling at her feet. Her merest glance instills docility and obsequiousness. The pain of her punishments insure instant obedience, serving without question or hesitation.
Originally posted 2016-09-06 12:32:11.
I didn’t think that penis size doesn’t matter before but recently i bought my wife a Sean Michael dildo (it’s about 10 inches long and about 7 inches around (2.25 inches) thick. I myself have a 5 1/4 inch penis and i’m not very thick.
My wife was a virgin before we met and she never has had any other dick in her other than me. She always thought i was good size. When i showed her this big black dildo she was almost taken aback.
She has seen Sean Michael in porn movies before and couldn’t believe the size of his dick. I thought i would surprise her with his realistic dong.
After some apprehension she tried it out but man did we have to move slowly and use alot of lube as he is very thick and long. It took about 15 minutes but after this she was able to take his cock to almost completely to the balls.
She moaned and screamed like i have never seen her do before. She yelled to me that she wanted that more of that “big black dick” in her.
She continued to buck her hips and tell me how much she loved the size of it and while she did that she was sucking me off. She deepthroated me all the way.
She came with such a ferocity that she never does with me. After she came i pulled the big black dildo out and climbed on top of her and put myself in her. I couldn’t feel anything as she was so wet and stretched out.
She just layed there and had an emotionless expression on her face.
She later admitted to me that she only faintly felt me in her. Since this night we have used the dildo out some more. She almost never cums with me in her, but she has earth shattering orgasms with this huge dildo. She has even told me on occasion after fucking that “big black cock” that to her “the bigger, the better it is”.
So now i am a believer that size really does matter. Every once in while, while we are out i see her scoping out black men. She may never admit it but i think she now wants to go black. My wife was a virgin when we met and she was very satisfied with my 5 inch dick until i brought that huge black dildo home and she tried it out. Now i can’t make her cum with my dick and all she wants is black dick.
So beware guys and be sure before you turn your wives, girlfriends on to this lifestyles as there may be no turning back. Has this happened to anyone else.
Originally posted 2016-09-06 09:30:34.