By now I was feeling quite exhausted. I’d been up for a full 24 hours and spent a good bit of that time engaged in {ahem} vigorous activity. He peered around, blinking, trying to clear vision dulled from having been blindfolded for hours; I pulled him against me and we collapsed together on the sofa.
For all the kinky, raunchy things we do I think one of the most important things tia and I give to each other is the simple joy of snuggling. Lying in each other’s arms, bodies pressed together. Stroking his springy curls and marveling at the way he feels curled against me, so sweet and tender and somehow, at least to my Mistress-ly psyche, submissive. Like he’s completely surrendered to me and found utter peace in doing so. After the very thorough fucking of his mind & body that’d been going on this night it was obvious that he was floating in bliss. Maybe he wasn’t even aware of the way he continued gently humping against my leg, his frustrated winkie desperately trying for some satisfaction. But I noticed his lust-driven motions. And seeing how thrillingly aroused he was, how lost in ecstasy after all the nasty things I’d been doing to him, got me going once again.
After a little while I impulsively pushed him down on the mat once more and climbed on top of him. Reaching into my nearby dildo case I pulled out a condom and a couple of mini clothespins. I rolled the condom over his erection and slid down onto it, taking it easily inside myself. Then I leaned forward and clipped a pin to each nipple. From his reaction I guessed that the pinch of these was much more bearable – and pleasurable – than the full size variety. Which only encouraged me to play with them more, and harder.
I twisted the pins and flicked them with my fingers. I lightly slapped them. I grabbed them, pulling them farther and farther away from his body until his nipples were painfully stretched. And then I really started to move, riding him harder and harder, stretching those nipples out more and more with every thrust. My powerful humping made his body slide around under me; I viciously pulled his nipples out even further, holding them in place above his chest as if I were trying to use them as tiny anchors.
Poor thing; I guess it’s nothing to be wondered at if his little cockette started to wilt from all that, ah, stimulation.
But once again the feeling of taking him sadistically, without regard for his pleasure, of raping him, had got me REALLY excited. I wanted another orgasm, the full-strength clitoral kind. He gasped as I abruptly hopped off, then whined at the torture of cold air where seconds ago there had been slippery wet heat engulfing him. I tugged his leash as I swung around to sit on the sofa, making him scramble to his knees and crawl hesitantly toward me. “Get your face over here slave.” I ordered, patting my shaved pussy lips. “I want you to lick me.”
This time his moans were muffled by the folds of my cunt as he obediently nuzzled up to my crotch and started licking. He ran his tongue up and down the full length of my slit, which he knows I like, and sucked gently on my outer labia. I closed my eyes and lay back, savoring the sensations. But it wasn’t quite what I wanted; so after two or three minutes I pushed his head down and amended my order: “Lick my hole slut.”
From the way he groaned I guess he found my order especially humiliating. I found it delicious, feeling that tongue alternately darting into my hole and delicately lapping at the outer rim of my vagina I slipped a finger down and began rubbing my clit again. I took my time this time, or at least I tried to. I held off from coming for a while anyway, floating in a cloud of ecstatic sensation. When I finally let go, allowing the waves of orgasm to crash over me, I bucked so hard againsthim it’s a wonder I didn’t give him a bloody nose.
Once the waves of pleasure had dissipated I had to take a nap. I ordered tia to curl up on the floor next to the sofa, spread a coverlet over him and settled myself down on the sofa. I dozed for an hour or so, enough to get my second wind, and then seeing it was after ten I decided it was time to put the next part of my plan in motion. This part required that tia be left in bondage while I went out for a while. So I ran a heavy chain through the d-rings on his shackles, around the leg of the sofa, and fastened it with a padlock. Another length of chain for his ankles and I was confident that the illusion of inescapable bondage was complete. (It was only an illusion of course; should there be a real emergency he could have unfastened the shackles with very little effort.) I stood over him, legs apart, and informed him that I was leaving for a while, and he better not try to get away while I was gone. Giving him a little kick in the flank I turned, snatched up my purse, and strode out the door.
My errand was fetching a large quantity of barbeque, tia’s favorite food. So when I returned about 30 minutes later I left the bags in the van so the smell wouldn’t give me away. As soon as I got in I fed him another allergy pill, awkwardly holding the glass so he could sip some water while still chained to the sofa. I doubt he stayed hard the entire time I was gone, but his cockette was fully erect and glistening with pre-cum when I got around to noticing it now. So I decided it was time to let my sissy slave have a nice orgasm of his own…but only in a very sissy fashion of course.
I’d taken a few minutes before I left to wash the toys, so now I stood and went to the kitchen to retrieve my strap-on. I stripped to my bra and panties and wiggled back into the leather harness, with the purple vibrating dildo in place. Returning to the living room I unchained tia from the sofa. Now he was lying on his back; I squirted a glob of lube on the head of my cock, lifted his legs, and took aim at his already well-fucked hole. Leaning into him I let my own body weight force my cock deep inside, until my pelvis rested against the curve of his ass. And then I began to fuck him with slow, deep thrusts. I started out softly, lying on top of him, kissing and stroking him like a gentle lover. But soon I sat back on my haunches, pushing his legs against his chest and reaming him.
“Touch yourself slut,” I ordered. “I want to see you wanking that little cockette for me.” He moaned and obediently reached down to wrap his huge hand around his tiny dick. I love to tease him about how small his penis is, how insignificant it is to me. But in actual fact it’s a perfectly normal 5.75”. It LOOKS really small when he’s holding it though; his hands are so large they dwarf it. And I’m not sure why this sight – of his big long fingers wrapped around his delicate dicklet – gets me so hot, but it does. Maybe I get a thrill from seeing my verbal humiliations brought visually to life.
My growing excitement shows in my words; as he tugs on his joystick I spew a stream of obscenities, telling him how he belongs to me, how he’s nothing but a fucktoy, a piece of meat for my pleasure, a collection of holes for me to rape and plunder. His arousal is obvious in his grunts, whimpers and moans, but I can also tell he’s holding back. He knows better than to cum without permission…and he’s also inhibited by that streak of fastidiousness that I so love to violate. He would want to cum in a condom, or a tissue, or anywhere else but all over himself, making a sticky mess. So naturally that’s what I want him to do.
I push his hand away and grab hold of that pretty phallus myself. Jerking my hand up and down the curved shaft I growl “I want you to cum for me slut, just like this. Cum with your ass stuffed full of my big dick and your little cockette in my hand where it belongs. Shoot your sissy cream all over your belly and make a big icky mess for me. Cum for me NOW slave, and show me what a well-trained ass whore you really are.” Groaning helplessly, with his eyes rolled back in his head, he did just that.
His cum spurted out over my fingers and onto his tummy, rivulets of sperm trickling down to fill his bellybutton. I kept squeezing his cockette until it ceased to twitch, coaxing every last dribble out of it. Then I dipped two fingers into the viscous mess on his belly, scooping up as much of it as I could, and cheerfully ordered “Now open up slut! You know the rule: when sissy cums, sissy eats it! And lucky you,” I continued as he slurped the goo off my fingers, “today you get to taste it fresh without that nasty condom flavor.” He moaned as I dipped my fingers in the puddle of cum again, collecting another glob of slimy jizz and feeding it to him. I continued scooping it up and feeding it to him until I couldn’t get any more off him. And then I wiped my fingers on his belly and face, smearing the remains of his orgasm all over him.
He was still shuddering, deep down the rabbit hole of sexual degradation, when I finally pulled my cock out of him and clambered to my feet. Looming over him I reached out one foot to fondle and mash his wilted member. “Awww my little sissy, look at you” I gushed sweetly, “that’s exactly how a slut like you should look: well fucked and covered in cum.” I gave a final stomp, squashing his genitals under my bare foot, before turning away to wiggle out of my harness once more.
When I turned back I saw that he was sitting up and scrubbing at his semen-stained face with his hands. “Stop that slut!” I barked, reaching for my crop and dealing out a slash on his shoulder with it. “Stupid whore, if I wanted you to clean that off I’d have told you to! You’re nothing but a cumbucket now and you better get used to wearing it.”
Giving him a second sharp whack I bent to retrieve a small black case from the side pocket of a duffel bag. “And here’s another thing you’ll have to get used to wearing slave.” I chortled, spilling the clear plastic bits of his chastity cage out on the sofa. I tugged the leash to get him up on his knees and facing me, then began the finicky process of locking him into it. First the ring around the back, behind the balls, then the bit that closes the ring and holds it in place. Next the ribbon tied painfully tight just below the glans and used to pull the penis down into the shaft of the cock-cage. The happy second of snapping the lock closed followed by the painful moments of pulling and prying to loosen the ribbon and free it from the cage. When he was finally secured in it I gave the device a few smacks, making it clatter and bounce from side to side as I reminded him “There now, that’s safely locked away. Because nobody is interested in using that silly little thing, are they slut? Except to torture and control you with.” Grinning evilly, I slipped on my tshirt and yoga pants then sauntered outside to collect the barbeque.
He must have had an inkling of what was to come as soon as the smoky sweet aroma hit him. But he cannot have anticipated me strolling in with a dog dish in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. I perched on the sofa and plonked the double dish down on the floor in front of him. One side of the dish was piled high with savory ribs and chicken wings, liberally slathered with his favorite sauce. I popped open the top of the beer and, pouring it into the other side of the dish I declared “NOW I have crossed the line into complete decadence!”
to be continued..
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Saturday, February 18, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Sleeping Violation
The idea of creeping up on someone & ravishing them in their sleep is one that runs though quite a lot of my fantasies. And as pre-engineered scenes go it’s an easy one to put together on the spur of the moment. So last night I decided to throw tia a mighty swerve and ‘rape’ him in his sleep.
My mojo has been seriously limping lately. Worries about money, about the kids, about my health and that of my loved ones; all the usual crap of life has been dragging me down. And I’ve been going around bitching and whining about needing a domme fix for weeks.
We’d shot a scene together yesterday that went pretty well. It wasn’t enough to get my fires blazing, but it was a decent spark. Then after I tucked tia in bed I did a few more solo clips that fanned those flames a good bit higher. By the time I was ready to quit for the night I was also ready for some serious action.
And tia was asleep.
Naturally my mind supplied the favorite arousal-button of the sleeping violation, so I quickly assembled my “rape kit”: Strapon (of course) but no lube, as I happened to know my victim had some on his bedside table. *whistles innocently* A long scarf to tie his wrists with. A nice fat ballgag and a damp washcloth.
(I actually took some time debating how best to secure his wrists. Shackles? Rope? I needed it to be fast but not terribly secure; knowing my slut he was more likely to beg for more than put up any serious resistance. The scarf won on grounds of speediness.)
Silently opening his door I saw that he had a pillow over his face. Good; the light wouldn’t wake him and I’d be able to be on him before he knew I was there. I pulled the door almost shut; leaving a sliver of light that was just enough to see by. Didn’t want to rouse my victim’s roommate! Then, laying the washcloth down beside the bed and moving the lube within easy reach, I climbed on top of him. I shoved the gag into his mouth and leaned down to growl in his ear “do exactly as I say and you won’t get hurt bitch”.
The gag fastened in place I pushed him over onto his stomach, grabbing one arm and twisting it up behind his back as I did so. My scarf made a quick lark’s head around one wrist and the ends were available to bind the other, which I was already tugging into place. His hands secured, I climbed off his shivering body. I stopped beside him, my hand on his ass, to murmur in his ear again: “Mmm, that’s a sweet ass you got there bitch. I’m really gonna like sticking my dick in it. And if it’s not as much fun for you as it is for me…well, too bad”. He shivered as I gave his ass a solid smack.
Moving around to straddle his legs, I spread his buttcheeks and slid my silicone hard-on between them. I could feel the moisture of our earlier congress still present; there seemed to be quite a lot of it. “Well well, the little slut’s all juiced up already” I taunted him, rubbing my cockhead around his anus. “Were you waiting for me to come and fuck you bitch? I bet you were, I know how you slutty little sissy whores are, always wanting to have a cock in you. I bet I don’t even need to use any lube do I?” I continued, abruptly shoving the first two inches of my dick past his sphincter.
I immediately pulled back out as his sharp gasp let me know how much the sudden intrusion hurt. A few seconds pause to let the spasm subside and I knew he would take me much easier. Wanting to be on the safe side but still maintain the illusion of an unprepared entry I sneakily squirted the tiniest dab of lube I could onto the head of my dick while I was at it. Then, taking aim once more, I pushed my entire length into him in one firm stroke. “That’s it, take every inch of it baby. Gonna fill that sweet ass up with my cock whether you like it or not.” He moaned as I began to slide in and out.
After a few seconds of fucking I shifted position so that one of my knees was between his thighs. Now I was at a better angle to tease my clit with the strapon, and I could balance my weight on my legs, freeing my hands to do other things. I kept one hand on his hip, squeezing it, using it to pull his pelvis toward me in time with my thrusts, occasionally giving him another smack. My other hand was at his wrists, pinning them down. Then in his hair, pulling his head back as I snarled: “oh yeah, you like that bitch, don’t you? Having that big ol cock all the way up in there, being used like the slutty little whore you are. We both know what a filthy sissy tramp you are, don’t we? DON’T WE?” He moans in helpless acquiescence as I yank his head back even harder.
I continued shoving my fucktool into him, telling him what a whore he was, a horny, cum-craving sissy whore, telling him that I knew slutty little sissy bitches like him needed their hungry asses filled, murmuring words of filthy humiliation in his ear as I ground my pelvis against his soft white ass. Until, at last (though it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes really), I came.
I always am a little surprised I don’t ejaculate when I cum. It sure FEELS like I do; a jumping, throbbing pulse that squeezeshoots out bursts of…something. From the cock that’s not my flesh squirting into the body of my lover/victim, which I can almost(still not really) feel squeezing around me. I guess it’s at these moments that I most feel a…lack…in my body, or a closeness to the genital equipment I might have opted for, if given a choice.
A-ny-way, back to my story…I gave tia’s ass one more smack and informed him “you’re a nice piece of ass bitch, a fine little piece of fuckmeat. I really enjoyed sticking it to you.” Three more pounding thrusts HARD into his butt to emphasize my point and I yanked my purple phallus out of his abused asshole.
“But you’re not done yet bitch” I continued, hastily scrubbing the dildo with my damp washcloth. (Were you wondering when I’d get to that?) I released one of his bound hands and tugged both arms so that I could re-tie them above his head. Then, moving to kneel beside his face, I unfastened the ball-gag and placed the tip of my cock against his lips. “You got my cock all dirty, now you have to lick it clean” I said as I shoved it into his whimpering mouth.
I swear, that boy never gives such good blowjobs as when he’s half asleep. Or maybe it’s just that his throat is more relaxed, he’s able to open up and let me just fuck the shit out of his face. That’s definitely what I was doing now; I’d meant to give a few thrusts just to drive home his enslavement and humiliation. But he was so receptive, taking my dick down his throat with such moaning ease, that I started to get really aroused again. I wound one hand through his hair and with the other reached down to grab his little cock. I kept pulling and yanking on it, roughly jerking him while I fucked his face. I didn’t think I was likely to cum again but it felt so good I didn’t want to stop. The physical sensations, the dildo pressing rhythmically against my mons, pulling his hair, feeling his cockette twitching in my hand…and the sense of sheer dominant triumph at having him helpless, at my mercy, and using him so…the combination was intoxicating.
But stop I did, eventually, pulling my dick out of his mouth with an audible ‘plop’. I smacked him with it a few times, rubbing his face in it, then used the palm of my hand for one last stinging slap on the cheek. “See you later bitch” I threatened, and as he lay there naked and trembling, hands still bound and whimpering with frustrated need, I walked, laughing, out the door.
My mojo has been seriously limping lately. Worries about money, about the kids, about my health and that of my loved ones; all the usual crap of life has been dragging me down. And I’ve been going around bitching and whining about needing a domme fix for weeks.
We’d shot a scene together yesterday that went pretty well. It wasn’t enough to get my fires blazing, but it was a decent spark. Then after I tucked tia in bed I did a few more solo clips that fanned those flames a good bit higher. By the time I was ready to quit for the night I was also ready for some serious action.
And tia was asleep.
Naturally my mind supplied the favorite arousal-button of the sleeping violation, so I quickly assembled my “rape kit”: Strapon (of course) but no lube, as I happened to know my victim had some on his bedside table. *whistles innocently* A long scarf to tie his wrists with. A nice fat ballgag and a damp washcloth.
(I actually took some time debating how best to secure his wrists. Shackles? Rope? I needed it to be fast but not terribly secure; knowing my slut he was more likely to beg for more than put up any serious resistance. The scarf won on grounds of speediness.)
Silently opening his door I saw that he had a pillow over his face. Good; the light wouldn’t wake him and I’d be able to be on him before he knew I was there. I pulled the door almost shut; leaving a sliver of light that was just enough to see by. Didn’t want to rouse my victim’s roommate! Then, laying the washcloth down beside the bed and moving the lube within easy reach, I climbed on top of him. I shoved the gag into his mouth and leaned down to growl in his ear “do exactly as I say and you won’t get hurt bitch”.
The gag fastened in place I pushed him over onto his stomach, grabbing one arm and twisting it up behind his back as I did so. My scarf made a quick lark’s head around one wrist and the ends were available to bind the other, which I was already tugging into place. His hands secured, I climbed off his shivering body. I stopped beside him, my hand on his ass, to murmur in his ear again: “Mmm, that’s a sweet ass you got there bitch. I’m really gonna like sticking my dick in it. And if it’s not as much fun for you as it is for me…well, too bad”. He shivered as I gave his ass a solid smack.
Moving around to straddle his legs, I spread his buttcheeks and slid my silicone hard-on between them. I could feel the moisture of our earlier congress still present; there seemed to be quite a lot of it. “Well well, the little slut’s all juiced up already” I taunted him, rubbing my cockhead around his anus. “Were you waiting for me to come and fuck you bitch? I bet you were, I know how you slutty little sissy whores are, always wanting to have a cock in you. I bet I don’t even need to use any lube do I?” I continued, abruptly shoving the first two inches of my dick past his sphincter.
I immediately pulled back out as his sharp gasp let me know how much the sudden intrusion hurt. A few seconds pause to let the spasm subside and I knew he would take me much easier. Wanting to be on the safe side but still maintain the illusion of an unprepared entry I sneakily squirted the tiniest dab of lube I could onto the head of my dick while I was at it. Then, taking aim once more, I pushed my entire length into him in one firm stroke. “That’s it, take every inch of it baby. Gonna fill that sweet ass up with my cock whether you like it or not.” He moaned as I began to slide in and out.
After a few seconds of fucking I shifted position so that one of my knees was between his thighs. Now I was at a better angle to tease my clit with the strapon, and I could balance my weight on my legs, freeing my hands to do other things. I kept one hand on his hip, squeezing it, using it to pull his pelvis toward me in time with my thrusts, occasionally giving him another smack. My other hand was at his wrists, pinning them down. Then in his hair, pulling his head back as I snarled: “oh yeah, you like that bitch, don’t you? Having that big ol cock all the way up in there, being used like the slutty little whore you are. We both know what a filthy sissy tramp you are, don’t we? DON’T WE?” He moans in helpless acquiescence as I yank his head back even harder.
I continued shoving my fucktool into him, telling him what a whore he was, a horny, cum-craving sissy whore, telling him that I knew slutty little sissy bitches like him needed their hungry asses filled, murmuring words of filthy humiliation in his ear as I ground my pelvis against his soft white ass. Until, at last (though it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes really), I came.
I always am a little surprised I don’t ejaculate when I cum. It sure FEELS like I do; a jumping, throbbing pulse that squeezeshoots out bursts of…something. From the cock that’s not my flesh squirting into the body of my lover/victim, which I can almost(still not really) feel squeezing around me. I guess it’s at these moments that I most feel a…lack…in my body, or a closeness to the genital equipment I might have opted for, if given a choice.
A-ny-way, back to my story…I gave tia’s ass one more smack and informed him “you’re a nice piece of ass bitch, a fine little piece of fuckmeat. I really enjoyed sticking it to you.” Three more pounding thrusts HARD into his butt to emphasize my point and I yanked my purple phallus out of his abused asshole.
“But you’re not done yet bitch” I continued, hastily scrubbing the dildo with my damp washcloth. (Were you wondering when I’d get to that?) I released one of his bound hands and tugged both arms so that I could re-tie them above his head. Then, moving to kneel beside his face, I unfastened the ball-gag and placed the tip of my cock against his lips. “You got my cock all dirty, now you have to lick it clean” I said as I shoved it into his whimpering mouth.
I swear, that boy never gives such good blowjobs as when he’s half asleep. Or maybe it’s just that his throat is more relaxed, he’s able to open up and let me just fuck the shit out of his face. That’s definitely what I was doing now; I’d meant to give a few thrusts just to drive home his enslavement and humiliation. But he was so receptive, taking my dick down his throat with such moaning ease, that I started to get really aroused again. I wound one hand through his hair and with the other reached down to grab his little cock. I kept pulling and yanking on it, roughly jerking him while I fucked his face. I didn’t think I was likely to cum again but it felt so good I didn’t want to stop. The physical sensations, the dildo pressing rhythmically against my mons, pulling his hair, feeling his cockette twitching in my hand…and the sense of sheer dominant triumph at having him helpless, at my mercy, and using him so…the combination was intoxicating.
But stop I did, eventually, pulling my dick out of his mouth with an audible ‘plop’. I smacked him with it a few times, rubbing his face in it, then used the palm of my hand for one last stinging slap on the cheek. “See you later bitch” I threatened, and as he lay there naked and trembling, hands still bound and whimpering with frustrated need, I walked, laughing, out the door.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Cuckolding: a few thoughts from an outsider
As a fetish goes, cuckolding is one that interests and excites me personally, I must admit. But in a way different than most, if what I see in blogs and on Fetlife is any indication.
Typically in cuckolding stories its all about the dominant wife or GF having sex with another man, and I can see (from the outside) its appeal as far as humiliation, tease and denial, goes. I understand and even share some of these feelings--but 'the act' of cuckolding does not in and of itself 'do it' for me, personally.
For instance, often in cuckolding stories (fiction or otherwise) the wife/GF may just go out with the bull, or exile the submissive husband/BF to his room while the domme and bull have some good 'ol fashion vanilla sex without the sub being involved at all.
While this would produce jealousy in me personally, to some extent, it would also produce...boredom.
No...what truly excites me about cuckolding stories is when the domme and the bull dominate and humiliate the submissive together, especially if feminization is involved. Its exciting to me then--when the submissive is an active and desired participant in the activity, as opposed to exiling the submissive from his own relationship or marriage with the domme, which strikes me as more hurtful.
Its one of the reasons I find the blog "All Mine" so delicious. The sissy submissive husband tammy is very much a part of the proceedings, and the Mistress, the bull, and other playmates all seem to be successfully managing a loving, polygamous lifestyle so well and so HOT than one cannot help but feel a bit envious of their adventures.
Not that my own life isn't without its adventures either! ;) But I do sometimes feel like we hit a number of speedbumps along the way.
(For those of you reading this who do not follow our blog Slavegirl Sissy just know I am an owned, collared slave to my Mistress Lady Erisiana Cherie, who is married to a lovely man (Father Izzy). He is not my 'Master' but has topped me a little, from time to time.)
Anyway...back to cuckolding: as you can see, in my case, it doesn't really apply or fit my own relationship status at all. But the appeal of it lies more in a forced bi interest, to me. The total surrender of oneself to one's Mistress up to and including one's own sexuality and sense of identity...to be owned and used as a slave, period, objectified and effectively genderless to be used by a Mistress or a Master equally....this is what excites me.
That delicious feeling of being OWNED, body and soul, as helpless as a fly in the web of a beautiful Spider Queen...*smiles softly*.
Makes me just want to sink deep into submission and never come back up again...would that I could!
Typically in cuckolding stories its all about the dominant wife or GF having sex with another man, and I can see (from the outside) its appeal as far as humiliation, tease and denial, goes. I understand and even share some of these feelings--but 'the act' of cuckolding does not in and of itself 'do it' for me, personally.
For instance, often in cuckolding stories (fiction or otherwise) the wife/GF may just go out with the bull, or exile the submissive husband/BF to his room while the domme and bull have some good 'ol fashion vanilla sex without the sub being involved at all.
While this would produce jealousy in me personally, to some extent, it would also produce...boredom.
No...what truly excites me about cuckolding stories is when the domme and the bull dominate and humiliate the submissive together, especially if feminization is involved. Its exciting to me then--when the submissive is an active and desired participant in the activity, as opposed to exiling the submissive from his own relationship or marriage with the domme, which strikes me as more hurtful.
Its one of the reasons I find the blog "All Mine" so delicious. The sissy submissive husband tammy is very much a part of the proceedings, and the Mistress, the bull, and other playmates all seem to be successfully managing a loving, polygamous lifestyle so well and so HOT than one cannot help but feel a bit envious of their adventures.
Not that my own life isn't without its adventures either! ;) But I do sometimes feel like we hit a number of speedbumps along the way.
(For those of you reading this who do not follow our blog Slavegirl Sissy just know I am an owned, collared slave to my Mistress Lady Erisiana Cherie, who is married to a lovely man (Father Izzy). He is not my 'Master' but has topped me a little, from time to time.)
Anyway...back to cuckolding: as you can see, in my case, it doesn't really apply or fit my own relationship status at all. But the appeal of it lies more in a forced bi interest, to me. The total surrender of oneself to one's Mistress up to and including one's own sexuality and sense of identity...to be owned and used as a slave, period, objectified and effectively genderless to be used by a Mistress or a Master equally....this is what excites me.
That delicious feeling of being OWNED, body and soul, as helpless as a fly in the web of a beautiful Spider Queen...*smiles softly*.
Makes me just want to sink deep into submission and never come back up again...would that I could!
Friday, August 5, 2011
Submission: its not always easy
I'm fully aware, believe me, of how fortunate I am to be the collared sissy slave to Mistress Erisiana Cherie. I live a life that sometimes resembles a porn movie, or a piece of sissy fiction. I serve (occasionally) her husband; am toyed with and teased by his submissive girl; attend rather naughty play parties and go to dungeons and clubs. I've had experiences I never, ever in my wildest dreams that I thought would ever come true.
But submission is not always like a porn movie. Sometimes its hard, difficult, frustrating (in the bad sense). Sometimes there are arguments, misunderstandings. Sometimes real life just gets in the way.
I find myself slightly suspicious when I see blog/forum entries that's basically describe a 24/7 porn movie BDSM lifestyle where everyone seems to be in everyone else's pants all the time. No one seems to have job or child responsibilities, or ever seems get tired, ill, or just not in the mood.
Kind of like how you almost never see characters on tv or movies go to the bathroom. :P
And yet, I myself have a life that others may disbelieve as well. Which I really wouldn't blame them--sometimes I don't believe it myself!
But there are times *I* am 'not in the mood', emotionally or physically. And at times like this...submission is hard. I'm not in the headspace I should be in, I'm not serving my Mistress as well as I could, as well as she deserves.
Such a time happened just the other night.
I was out of town, on business, all alone in a cheap hotel without even a working tv set. I don't want to say what I do for a living, but just know that its on the very low end of a blue collar job, it doesn't pay the greatest, the hours are long and physically demanding. It sometimes involves getting up long before dawn to drive a hundred miles away or more, working a long tiring day, driving back to catch a few hours sleep before doing it all over again.
Mistress knows this, and understands this. She is so loving and generous in heart and patience. But sometimes she makes a point of establishing her control of me when she knows it isn't easy for me. Indeed, that's more than likely why she does it. But knowing that doesn't exactly make it easy at the time.
So I was out of town, kind of worn out from the day. I had thought about having a relaxing swim in the hotel pool, then doing a bit of reading before calling it a night. I was missing Mistress...I always miss her during my workweeks, and being so far out of town only made it worse. I wrote her a email on my phone, then stripped naked and took a photo of myself, kneeling and kissing my necklace-collar to send to her as a surprise, because I knew she was missing me as well.
She enjoyed the photo and appreciated the gesture. A little too much, because it was then an evil little lightbulb went off in her head and she decided on the spot to do some long distance training via text messages.
Its here that I might lose some of you reading this, particularly unattached submissives who might think me crazy or ungrateful for not fully appreciating Mistress taking the time to toy with me. All I can say is that this is real life, its a real relationship, and I think its unrealistic if not impossible to expect two people in that relationship to be always raring to go, 24/7.
Mistress ordered me to look through the phone book for any adult stores or adult theaters in the area. "Oh God," I thought. "Please Mistress, no..I am so tired and I don't like where this is going..please don't send me out to some strange porn store to do God-knows-what when I'm out here on company business. Suppose I'm caught? Suppose I'm fired?"
All the raced through my mind but I obeyed, on my knees in the hotel room going through the phone book, wearing only my pink panties and a towel that she had me wrap around my chest--like a woman might to cover her breasts after a shower.
She had me edge twice while looking for listings, to 'put your mind in the proper place'.
I was more than a bit relieved to tell her, truthfully, that there were no adult listings. Apparently that part of central Florida is in the ultra-religious anti-adult-anything part of the state, where consenting adults making perfectly legal adult movies of themselves can be arrested by police with apparently nothing better else to do.
NOT the best place in the world to be going out and doing naughty stuff to begin with, let alone when one is there on business! :P
Mistress seemed to accept this, although via the internet, she did find some adult strip club 50 miles away from me. No please no. She then asked if there was a Walgreens or something near me. Yes Mistress, I admitted, (not liking where this was going either), there is a Walgreens near me.
"Then, my little chickenshit sissy, BEG ME to be allowed to go buy some sissy supplies--some lipgloss, pantyhose, condoms & lube--INSTEAD of being forced to go to a porn store to expose yourself like the sissy you really are!"
I cringed. I didn't like this idea either. In fact, while safer for me it would also be more embarrassing--being outted as a perv out and about among vanilla people.
I knew I would have no choice but to obey. The hour was growing later and later...it was already too late for a swim; I knew I would have to get to bed early to get up the next day, the longer I resisted the inevitable or tried to beg my way out of it the longer it would take. I felt her will break me down, felt that evil smile on her face.
Yes Mistress.
I dressed quickly, my mind all abuzz with conflicting thoughts and feelings--arousal at her dominance and humiliation of me, annoyance, aggravation, and even a flash of anger at her horrible (in my opinion at the time) sense of timing--fucking with me a hundred miles away when I knew that she knew I was so tired and not wanting to play.
I got to the store, it was just a minute or two away. texted her that I was about to be outted as a pervert for her amusement, then went in.
I was so nervous and jittery...I *really* do not like public exposure at all, and I knew, damnit, that this would only attract MORE attention to myself. I furtively darted aisle to aisle in the cosmetics section. A woman employee WOULD be organizing the lipstick section at that moment, of course. :P Just my luck.
I agonized over what to do for several minutes...I couldn't tell what was lipgloss and what was lipstick from the next aisle over, and its not like I have a whole lot of experience shopping in the makeup section to start with.
I lucked out, as behind me in a whole section on its on was some Burt's Bees lipgloss. (Although I'm not sure if it counted, as it seems to be more of a lip BALM) Ignorance is bliss and a reasonable defense, I decided, and grabbed the tube of lip-something and continued my quest to embarrass myself.
I was angry by this point and more than a little rebellious. Despite my pleas, Mistress would not help me by telling me where to find lipgloss, what size of pantyhose to get. I was NOT going to buy lube, I decided. I grabbed lubed condoms instead. Two birds with one stone.
The pantyhose. Ah hell.
A quick peek around the corner told me that the woman employee was kind of involved in what she was doing down the aisle by the lipsticks: I *should* be safe enough to dash forward and grab a box of pantyhose without attracting too much attention. What size? What color? ARRRGH.....
Fuck it. I darted forward and grabbed the first box I saw that said 4X. I wasn't sure if it would fit (it was a bit tight later) but I'm not about to be caught browsing different pairs of pantyhose.
Now the checkout line. 'Damn you', I messaged to my gleeful Mistress.
I got through the line, cute perky checkout girl and all, and with a 'Have a good night Sir!' ringing in my ears I was out the door!
And a nervous wreck by this point. :P
Nervous and fuming with anger, I managed to drive PAST my hotel and had to do a u-turn and then another u-turn on the divided road to get back, half-convinced I would get in some sort of accident at the way my luck was going.
I make it back to my room and tell her that I have succeeded, Oh Vile One.
She has me strip and put the pantyhose and lipgloss on, then has me kneel on my bed and suck on the end of my hairbrush as if it were a real cock.
*bright blush* Ok, I admit it, the anger had faded by this point. I had fallen into her spell as she KNEW I would. I was turned on and ready to obey, wanting to please her.
Eventually she had me rip the pantyhose apart, front and back, and fuck my ass with the brush while humping the bed until I came in my panties. I used a lubed condom on the brush and thrust it in and out a little bit, not exactly enthusiastically.
And when it was done I was finally given permission to go to bed, spending the night in my soiled panties.
The point of all of this rambling--other than to hopefully entertain and amuse Mistress when she reads this--is really just to illustrate real-life submission as opposed to porno movie submission. Its not always easy, and can be aggravating at times when it conflicts with real life demands. It can, and has been, emotionally painful on occasion (which I doubt I will ever talk about here).
I'm pretty sure she KNEW I wasn't in the mood, could tell my resistance a hundred miles away. She can read me like a book, from the workings of my crazed neurotic little mind to the depths of my heart.
She knew I would obey her in spite of it all. That's why she did it, to let me feel owned by her, to feel her foot on the back of my neck from the other side of the state.
And I love her for it.
She knew that as well.
Damn her. *soft smile*
But submission is not always like a porn movie. Sometimes its hard, difficult, frustrating (in the bad sense). Sometimes there are arguments, misunderstandings. Sometimes real life just gets in the way.
I find myself slightly suspicious when I see blog/forum entries that's basically describe a 24/7 porn movie BDSM lifestyle where everyone seems to be in everyone else's pants all the time. No one seems to have job or child responsibilities, or ever seems get tired, ill, or just not in the mood.
Kind of like how you almost never see characters on tv or movies go to the bathroom. :P
And yet, I myself have a life that others may disbelieve as well. Which I really wouldn't blame them--sometimes I don't believe it myself!
But there are times *I* am 'not in the mood', emotionally or physically. And at times like this...submission is hard. I'm not in the headspace I should be in, I'm not serving my Mistress as well as I could, as well as she deserves.
Such a time happened just the other night.
I was out of town, on business, all alone in a cheap hotel without even a working tv set. I don't want to say what I do for a living, but just know that its on the very low end of a blue collar job, it doesn't pay the greatest, the hours are long and physically demanding. It sometimes involves getting up long before dawn to drive a hundred miles away or more, working a long tiring day, driving back to catch a few hours sleep before doing it all over again.
Mistress knows this, and understands this. She is so loving and generous in heart and patience. But sometimes she makes a point of establishing her control of me when she knows it isn't easy for me. Indeed, that's more than likely why she does it. But knowing that doesn't exactly make it easy at the time.
So I was out of town, kind of worn out from the day. I had thought about having a relaxing swim in the hotel pool, then doing a bit of reading before calling it a night. I was missing Mistress...I always miss her during my workweeks, and being so far out of town only made it worse. I wrote her a email on my phone, then stripped naked and took a photo of myself, kneeling and kissing my necklace-collar to send to her as a surprise, because I knew she was missing me as well.
She enjoyed the photo and appreciated the gesture. A little too much, because it was then an evil little lightbulb went off in her head and she decided on the spot to do some long distance training via text messages.
Its here that I might lose some of you reading this, particularly unattached submissives who might think me crazy or ungrateful for not fully appreciating Mistress taking the time to toy with me. All I can say is that this is real life, its a real relationship, and I think its unrealistic if not impossible to expect two people in that relationship to be always raring to go, 24/7.
Mistress ordered me to look through the phone book for any adult stores or adult theaters in the area. "Oh God," I thought. "Please Mistress, no..I am so tired and I don't like where this is going..please don't send me out to some strange porn store to do God-knows-what when I'm out here on company business. Suppose I'm caught? Suppose I'm fired?"
All the raced through my mind but I obeyed, on my knees in the hotel room going through the phone book, wearing only my pink panties and a towel that she had me wrap around my chest--like a woman might to cover her breasts after a shower.
She had me edge twice while looking for listings, to 'put your mind in the proper place'.
I was more than a bit relieved to tell her, truthfully, that there were no adult listings. Apparently that part of central Florida is in the ultra-religious anti-adult-anything part of the state, where consenting adults making perfectly legal adult movies of themselves can be arrested by police with apparently nothing better else to do.
NOT the best place in the world to be going out and doing naughty stuff to begin with, let alone when one is there on business! :P
Mistress seemed to accept this, although via the internet, she did find some adult strip club 50 miles away from me. No please no. She then asked if there was a Walgreens or something near me. Yes Mistress, I admitted, (not liking where this was going either), there is a Walgreens near me.
"Then, my little chickenshit sissy, BEG ME to be allowed to go buy some sissy supplies--some lipgloss, pantyhose, condoms & lube--INSTEAD of being forced to go to a porn store to expose yourself like the sissy you really are!"
I cringed. I didn't like this idea either. In fact, while safer for me it would also be more embarrassing--being outted as a perv out and about among vanilla people.
I knew I would have no choice but to obey. The hour was growing later and later...it was already too late for a swim; I knew I would have to get to bed early to get up the next day, the longer I resisted the inevitable or tried to beg my way out of it the longer it would take. I felt her will break me down, felt that evil smile on her face.
Yes Mistress.
I dressed quickly, my mind all abuzz with conflicting thoughts and feelings--arousal at her dominance and humiliation of me, annoyance, aggravation, and even a flash of anger at her horrible (in my opinion at the time) sense of timing--fucking with me a hundred miles away when I knew that she knew I was so tired and not wanting to play.
I got to the store, it was just a minute or two away. texted her that I was about to be outted as a pervert for her amusement, then went in.
I was so nervous and jittery...I *really* do not like public exposure at all, and I knew, damnit, that this would only attract MORE attention to myself. I furtively darted aisle to aisle in the cosmetics section. A woman employee WOULD be organizing the lipstick section at that moment, of course. :P Just my luck.
I agonized over what to do for several minutes...I couldn't tell what was lipgloss and what was lipstick from the next aisle over, and its not like I have a whole lot of experience shopping in the makeup section to start with.
I lucked out, as behind me in a whole section on its on was some Burt's Bees lipgloss. (Although I'm not sure if it counted, as it seems to be more of a lip BALM) Ignorance is bliss and a reasonable defense, I decided, and grabbed the tube of lip-something and continued my quest to embarrass myself.
I was angry by this point and more than a little rebellious. Despite my pleas, Mistress would not help me by telling me where to find lipgloss, what size of pantyhose to get. I was NOT going to buy lube, I decided. I grabbed lubed condoms instead. Two birds with one stone.
The pantyhose. Ah hell.
A quick peek around the corner told me that the woman employee was kind of involved in what she was doing down the aisle by the lipsticks: I *should* be safe enough to dash forward and grab a box of pantyhose without attracting too much attention. What size? What color? ARRRGH.....
Fuck it. I darted forward and grabbed the first box I saw that said 4X. I wasn't sure if it would fit (it was a bit tight later) but I'm not about to be caught browsing different pairs of pantyhose.
Now the checkout line. 'Damn you', I messaged to my gleeful Mistress.
I got through the line, cute perky checkout girl and all, and with a 'Have a good night Sir!' ringing in my ears I was out the door!
And a nervous wreck by this point. :P
Nervous and fuming with anger, I managed to drive PAST my hotel and had to do a u-turn and then another u-turn on the divided road to get back, half-convinced I would get in some sort of accident at the way my luck was going.
I make it back to my room and tell her that I have succeeded, Oh Vile One.
She has me strip and put the pantyhose and lipgloss on, then has me kneel on my bed and suck on the end of my hairbrush as if it were a real cock.
*bright blush* Ok, I admit it, the anger had faded by this point. I had fallen into her spell as she KNEW I would. I was turned on and ready to obey, wanting to please her.
Eventually she had me rip the pantyhose apart, front and back, and fuck my ass with the brush while humping the bed until I came in my panties. I used a lubed condom on the brush and thrust it in and out a little bit, not exactly enthusiastically.
And when it was done I was finally given permission to go to bed, spending the night in my soiled panties.
The point of all of this rambling--other than to hopefully entertain and amuse Mistress when she reads this--is really just to illustrate real-life submission as opposed to porno movie submission. Its not always easy, and can be aggravating at times when it conflicts with real life demands. It can, and has been, emotionally painful on occasion (which I doubt I will ever talk about here).
I'm pretty sure she KNEW I wasn't in the mood, could tell my resistance a hundred miles away. She can read me like a book, from the workings of my crazed neurotic little mind to the depths of my heart.
She knew I would obey her in spite of it all. That's why she did it, to let me feel owned by her, to feel her foot on the back of my neck from the other side of the state.
And I love her for it.
She knew that as well.
Damn her. *soft smile*
Friday, July 15, 2011
What's in it for me..
cuckhumiliation asked: I want to say first that you're pretty much amazing, but I do also have a question
What's on it for you when you use a dildo on a man's ass? Just curious.
Aww, thanks. :)
That’s a fun question! There’s a lot to it. I love the idea of having a nerve-rich appendage that’s basically one big erogenous zone which I can stick into people’s various orifices. In plain English - I really get off on the idea of having a penis. And when I strap one on I truly can almost feel it; like a sexual version of the missing limb amputees sometimes feel.
There’s a directly physical effect as well: the base of a strap-on presses against my pussy mound, lips & clit in a VERY nice way as I’m fucking someone with it. I’ve been rubbing against things to get off since I first started masturbating; it makes sense that I would enjoy this. It’s enough to make me cum sometimes & gets me really hot all the time!
There’s a more complicated psychological aspect to it as well. It ties in with my own gender-oddity and my rape fantasy fetish. And THAT is something which I’m sure I’ll say more about in the future, but I’m not ready to sum up in a few sentences now. ;)
And of course there’s the sheer predatory glee of reaming the ass of some little boyslut who’s totally, wantonly desperate to get FUCKED.
Mmmm. ;D
Monday, June 20, 2011
Humiliation - why's & wherefores
Recently--before a overzealous Fetlife forum nazi closed it down an actual interesting conversation was starting about why humiliation is such a turn on for some submissives.
I'm only speaking for myself here--other submissives may feel the same way, or they may be wired completely different. I'm not into pain--given the choice between getting a severe flogging and curling up on a comfy couch and eating BBQ, BBQ and comfy couch win 10 times out of 10.
I don't seek pain out. It hurts. :P Its the body's way of saying "STOP DOING THAT!".
It has a tendency to turn me personally into Jerry Lewis. "LA-DY! Enough with the ouchy hitty thing!"
But it IS part of the job description, I feel, of being a submissive or a slave. If the Dominant chooses to administer pain for punishment, or for the Dominant's own enjoyment all is well and good. I can't seem to be able to talk Mistress into a 'BBQ and comfy couch' punishment for some odd reason. ;D
Humiliation....well, oddly enough...I don't seek it out either...its NOT the act that Mistress is doing that is putting me into subspace. For example, not too long ago she administered an enema to me. In the hallway. In our house with thin walls with my roommate in the next room over who could probably hear everything.
And Mistress being Mistress, she puts it ON CAMERA. :P
Its NOT the act itself that trips my triggers. I didn't want it, I don't even have an enema fetish at all. What put me into subspace and wrapped me all the tighter around Mistress's little finger was knowing deep down in my heart that I had no choice in the matter at all. That no matter how embarrassed I was or unwilling, it was going to happen anyway. That delicious feeling of being so helpless, so deep in Her power that there was no choice but to obey....oh my...that is what makes me squirm in ecstasy, that giving of myself to her.
It reinforces her ownership of me...and its so beautiful...
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Anyway...that's what I as a submissive get out of it, for those looking for perspective..
I'm only speaking for myself here--other submissives may feel the same way, or they may be wired completely different. I'm not into pain--given the choice between getting a severe flogging and curling up on a comfy couch and eating BBQ, BBQ and comfy couch win 10 times out of 10.
I don't seek pain out. It hurts. :P Its the body's way of saying "STOP DOING THAT!".
It has a tendency to turn me personally into Jerry Lewis. "LA-DY! Enough with the ouchy hitty thing!"
But it IS part of the job description, I feel, of being a submissive or a slave. If the Dominant chooses to administer pain for punishment, or for the Dominant's own enjoyment all is well and good. I can't seem to be able to talk Mistress into a 'BBQ and comfy couch' punishment for some odd reason. ;D
Humiliation....well, oddly enough...I don't seek it out either...its NOT the act that Mistress is doing that is putting me into subspace. For example, not too long ago she administered an enema to me. In the hallway. In our house with thin walls with my roommate in the next room over who could probably hear everything.
And Mistress being Mistress, she puts it ON CAMERA. :P
Its NOT the act itself that trips my triggers. I didn't want it, I don't even have an enema fetish at all. What put me into subspace and wrapped me all the tighter around Mistress's little finger was knowing deep down in my heart that I had no choice in the matter at all. That no matter how embarrassed I was or unwilling, it was going to happen anyway. That delicious feeling of being so helpless, so deep in Her power that there was no choice but to obey....oh my...that is what makes me squirm in ecstasy, that giving of myself to her.
It reinforces her ownership of me...and its so beautiful...
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Anyway...that's what I as a submissive get out of it, for those looking for perspective..
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Sodomy Swerve
I am a big fan of anal sex. So is Izzy. I also occasionally get these "horny spells" where I'm just...insatiable is a word that has been applied. At those times I ESPECIALLY love the added intensity of anal play. In the 36 hours prior to the events I'm about to recount I'd been pleasurably buggered three times already by Izzy. And I had informed my slave that sodomy was defintely among my plans for our time together too.
I'd ordered Tia to dress simply, in a pair of indigo cotton panties and a soft robin's egg blue tshirt. We were making out in his bed, him lying in my arms as I stroked and groped the beautiful body that belongs to me. I kissed him, nibbled his neck, bit his nipples. I pulled him tightly to me and thrust my leg between his, rubbing my thigh against his hardness. And then I pushed him away, stood and ordered him to kneel in the center of the bed.
I grabbed his collar and cuffs, a longish scarf, and 'gizmo', our gag-mounted dildo toy. (We get a LOT of use out of that toy!) I settled in front of him, held out the collar, and said "do you understand what this means?" "Yes mistress, I belong to you" "This body", stroking his torso, "belongs to me, to use as I like." "Yes Mistress" And your LIFE belongs to me, to direct and control." "Yes Mistress" he shuddered, eyes closing and head rolling back.
I moved on to the cuffs. "Give me your wrists" I say, and he obediently holds out his hands, palm up, as I have trained him to do. I am caught by the beauty of them, the clean lines of his wrists moving smoothly into the curves and planes of his large, manly hands. I pause, and look at him seriously "have I ever told you how much I love this part? I so adore this part of your body", stroking those elegant wrists, "and I love it when you offer them to me, and I wrap the shackles around them". He shudders again as I pull the red suede cuffs tight around his wrists and fasten the silver buckles.
Next comes the scarf, which gets threaded through the o-rings on his cuffs and tied in a big pretty bow. His hands thus secured, I push him down onto the bed, commanding him to lay flat on his back. I straddle him, spreading my skirt around us both, and pause for a moment to smirk at him. He must feel my heat, my desire, through both of our panties. And my grinding aganst him, dry-humping him, would surely remove any possible doubt. After a few moments I lean over to reach into the beside table. I pull a condom out of the drawer and sit up, smiling at him. "Here, hold this for me" I command, slipping the wrapped condom between his lips.
I climb off him then, and stand beside the bed. He watches me hungrily, hands tied above his head, cockette straining against his panties, condom held between luscious pink lips. Then I strip, taking care to put on a show and remove each item in a teasingly seductive way. I want him to be not just aroused, but awed by my 'feminine wiles', those seductive arts that I know he so longs to posses himself. After the bra is removed I lean over him, dangling my breasts in his face, brushing my nipples against his cheeks, and say "I wonder sometimes, which longing makes up the biggest part of your desire...the longing to touch and lick and caress my body...or the wish that you had a body like this yourself. You'd love to have gorgeous big tits like mine, wouldn't you slut?" I mash my boobs in his face as he moans an affirmative. Then standing again I continue with my impromptu striptease.
Once I'm naked I climb back up on the bed beside him. I pluck the condom from between his lips and pull his panties down just enough to expose his throbbing cockette. He shudders and moans as I roll the latex sheath down over it. Then, straddling him again, I lean over and strap gizmo around his head. I taunt him gently as I do it, rubbing my hot pussy against his latex-sheated erection. "You know slut, just a little while ago I was bent over squealing as Izzy stuffed his lovely fat dick into my ass. Wouldn't it be nice if you could have been there, kneeling beside the bed, watching your Mistress get pounded? And then you'd be so lucky, getting to lick and slurp all his yummy cum out of me afterward. Or maybe, if you were REALLY lucky, he'd pull out of me and shoot his goo all over your face, eh? Shoot directly into your open mouth even, right onto your stuck-out tongue. You'd like that, wouldn't you slut?"
"Es Issress" he moans.
I lift myself enough to reach down, grab his penis and guide it into me. "You're such a lucky slut, that Mistress finds your little cockette acceptable to use this way. I mean, I really wouldn't MIND another couple of inches you know. But your little thing will do." I continue muttering for a few more seconds, but soon I'm lost in the sensations of that little curved cock rubbing against my sweet spot. I put my hands on his arms, pushing against them for leverage as I ride him until I cum. I rest for a few seconds after this first orgasm then pull off of him, smiling evilly as I remark "I told you I intended sodomy to be on the menu for us today. But I never said which one of us I meant to get sodomized!" And with that (plus a dab of lube) I sat back down on his face, maneuvering gizmo into my ass as I did so.
As I said it's no secret that I love being anally penetrated; Izzy and I have great buttsex quite regularly. But this is the first time I've ever called on Tia to serve me in this way. I make a point of pointing this out: "Do you ever wish you could feel what it's like, slut? Do you think about having your little cockette in my ass, how tight it would be, squeezing around you? No, I bet you don't, do you...you'd be too nervous about it, feeling like it wasn't proper for a sissy slut like you. You want to be on your knees taking it in YOUR ass, not putting it in someone else's, don't you?" He moans, and I gleefully wiggle my bum on his face, mashing his cheeks into mine.
"Yes, I know your poor little cockette isn't up to fucking my butt the way I like it fucked. But you can serve me like this can't you my love? I can use your body as my personal sex toy, with multiple dildo mounts." I bounce on his head, laughing. And then suddenly (as is normal for me with anal sex) I'm cumming again. I grind into his face as I clench and spasm above him, and finally, when the waves subside, I hop off and turn around to face the other way again.
"Umm, having you two ways like this, being able to switch back and forth...it's almost like being fucked by two guys at once. I like that slut, don't you?" I continue as I guide him into my pussy again. "Ohh, now THAT's a nice thought isn't it? Imagine if you were standing by as Mistress got tag-teamed by two hot studs. Wouldn't that be fun? Imagine being on your knees next to the bed, having to suck and 'fluff' whichever one wasn't currently fucking me, having to keep him hard and happy. Imagine how nice it would be to hear me moaning and whimpering in pleasure as I got pounded by some real man-meat. Imagine how much fun it would be to lick their cum out of my pussy and ass after they pumped it into me."
I'm riding him hard, undulating my pelvis, rubbing my clit feverishly against him.. "Oh, no, wait...I think I'd have to insist that they both pulled out of me and came on your pretty face, in your open mouth. Just so you can compare the taste, you know? Two different flavors of cum in your mouth, from two different guys. A sissy slut should have that experience I think, don't you?" His face is screwed up in that look of "oh shit I don't know how I can stop myself from cumming right this fucking second concentrateconcentrateconcentraaaaate". I love that look.
But I decide to be merciful. I spring up again, swinging around and sliding back down on the dildo rising from his gagged mouth. This time I sit up with it in me, leaning back against the wall. His vision must be completely obscured by my ass and probably his breathing too. I move my hips in little circles, making the dildo swirl around inside me, then fall forward, leaning on his chest, and start thrusting hard against him. I slam my ass into his face, revelling in having the dildo fill me so deliciously while I simultaneously put my slave in a place of such deep submission. How he must feel it! Both the physical discomfort of having me fuck him like this and the pangs of being so thoroughly used. His face turned into my personal anal dildo. It doesn't take long before I'm cumming again.
Once I'm down from the crest of this one I'm ready for something different. I climb off the dildo and order him to get on his knees. Lying on my back I pull a pillow under my hips and gesture him to kneel between my legs. He knows exactly what to do, and lifts his still-bound hands behind his head as he waits for me to get comfortable. Then I guide his erection into my hot cunt once more. I start rubbing my clit with one hand, pinching and twisting my nipples with the other. Too excited now for speech I close my eyes and focus on the sensations. My arousal keeps spiraling up; every orgasm so far only a prelude to the big one I know is coming..
But not yet. I push him away from me, and he whimpers as his erection is suddenly cast out in the cold. "Get your head down there slut, I want gizmo in my ass again" I order, pushing him down between my thighs. I prop my feet on his back and tilt my pelvis up, so that he can access my waiting hole. It takes a few clumsy tries but eventually the dildo's inside my butthole. I start thrusting against him, resuming the rubbing of my clit and playing with my nipples.
It's nice enough; I very much like the feeling of switching from one way of using my slave to another over and over again. But in this position the dildo just doesn't go as deeply inside me as I like. So after a few seconds I push his head away, and gesture that I want him on his knees again. When he's planted in my pussy once more I resume rubbing and pinching, pinching and rubbing. I'm moments away from cumming again when I open my eyes and see his face. Realizing he's about to lose it I shove him hard away from me; his whimpers are almost sobs as his now-inescapable orgasm is completely ruined. I laugh once more and promise him "you'll pay for that later slut!"
But for now..reaching into the nightstand again I pull out another condom, open the package and slide it down over gizmo. Then I push Tia's head down between my thighs once more. This time the dildo is slid into my throbbing pussy, and this time (we've done this many times before) there's no fumbling. So within a few minutes I am bucking wildly against him, crying out in my own spectacularly satisfying (and not at all spoiled) orgasm.
When I've come down again I reach behind his head to unbuckle the dildo/gag. I grab his hair as I remove the dildo from my pussy, pulling his face into my dripping snatch at the same time. "Lick me slut" I command, and he obeys, sliding his tongue up and down my folds. He licks and slurps, and sucks gently on my clit, provoking a few more orgasmic aftershocks. Finally I pull him up, away from my still-spasming cunt. He moans and I pat the bed beside me, saying "come up here and snuggle with me now precious."
And maybe that was the best part: lying there afterward, blissfully spent, with my dear slave whimpering and moaning and rubbing against me in aching frustration.
It's good to be the Mistress. ;)
I'd ordered Tia to dress simply, in a pair of indigo cotton panties and a soft robin's egg blue tshirt. We were making out in his bed, him lying in my arms as I stroked and groped the beautiful body that belongs to me. I kissed him, nibbled his neck, bit his nipples. I pulled him tightly to me and thrust my leg between his, rubbing my thigh against his hardness. And then I pushed him away, stood and ordered him to kneel in the center of the bed.
I grabbed his collar and cuffs, a longish scarf, and 'gizmo', our gag-mounted dildo toy. (We get a LOT of use out of that toy!) I settled in front of him, held out the collar, and said "do you understand what this means?" "Yes mistress, I belong to you" "This body", stroking his torso, "belongs to me, to use as I like." "Yes Mistress" And your LIFE belongs to me, to direct and control." "Yes Mistress" he shuddered, eyes closing and head rolling back.
I moved on to the cuffs. "Give me your wrists" I say, and he obediently holds out his hands, palm up, as I have trained him to do. I am caught by the beauty of them, the clean lines of his wrists moving smoothly into the curves and planes of his large, manly hands. I pause, and look at him seriously "have I ever told you how much I love this part? I so adore this part of your body", stroking those elegant wrists, "and I love it when you offer them to me, and I wrap the shackles around them". He shudders again as I pull the red suede cuffs tight around his wrists and fasten the silver buckles.
Next comes the scarf, which gets threaded through the o-rings on his cuffs and tied in a big pretty bow. His hands thus secured, I push him down onto the bed, commanding him to lay flat on his back. I straddle him, spreading my skirt around us both, and pause for a moment to smirk at him. He must feel my heat, my desire, through both of our panties. And my grinding aganst him, dry-humping him, would surely remove any possible doubt. After a few moments I lean over to reach into the beside table. I pull a condom out of the drawer and sit up, smiling at him. "Here, hold this for me" I command, slipping the wrapped condom between his lips.
I climb off him then, and stand beside the bed. He watches me hungrily, hands tied above his head, cockette straining against his panties, condom held between luscious pink lips. Then I strip, taking care to put on a show and remove each item in a teasingly seductive way. I want him to be not just aroused, but awed by my 'feminine wiles', those seductive arts that I know he so longs to posses himself. After the bra is removed I lean over him, dangling my breasts in his face, brushing my nipples against his cheeks, and say "I wonder sometimes, which longing makes up the biggest part of your desire...the longing to touch and lick and caress my body...or the wish that you had a body like this yourself. You'd love to have gorgeous big tits like mine, wouldn't you slut?" I mash my boobs in his face as he moans an affirmative. Then standing again I continue with my impromptu striptease.
Once I'm naked I climb back up on the bed beside him. I pluck the condom from between his lips and pull his panties down just enough to expose his throbbing cockette. He shudders and moans as I roll the latex sheath down over it. Then, straddling him again, I lean over and strap gizmo around his head. I taunt him gently as I do it, rubbing my hot pussy against his latex-sheated erection. "You know slut, just a little while ago I was bent over squealing as Izzy stuffed his lovely fat dick into my ass. Wouldn't it be nice if you could have been there, kneeling beside the bed, watching your Mistress get pounded? And then you'd be so lucky, getting to lick and slurp all his yummy cum out of me afterward. Or maybe, if you were REALLY lucky, he'd pull out of me and shoot his goo all over your face, eh? Shoot directly into your open mouth even, right onto your stuck-out tongue. You'd like that, wouldn't you slut?"
"Es Issress" he moans.
I lift myself enough to reach down, grab his penis and guide it into me. "You're such a lucky slut, that Mistress finds your little cockette acceptable to use this way. I mean, I really wouldn't MIND another couple of inches you know. But your little thing will do." I continue muttering for a few more seconds, but soon I'm lost in the sensations of that little curved cock rubbing against my sweet spot. I put my hands on his arms, pushing against them for leverage as I ride him until I cum. I rest for a few seconds after this first orgasm then pull off of him, smiling evilly as I remark "I told you I intended sodomy to be on the menu for us today. But I never said which one of us I meant to get sodomized!" And with that (plus a dab of lube) I sat back down on his face, maneuvering gizmo into my ass as I did so.
As I said it's no secret that I love being anally penetrated; Izzy and I have great buttsex quite regularly. But this is the first time I've ever called on Tia to serve me in this way. I make a point of pointing this out: "Do you ever wish you could feel what it's like, slut? Do you think about having your little cockette in my ass, how tight it would be, squeezing around you? No, I bet you don't, do you...you'd be too nervous about it, feeling like it wasn't proper for a sissy slut like you. You want to be on your knees taking it in YOUR ass, not putting it in someone else's, don't you?" He moans, and I gleefully wiggle my bum on his face, mashing his cheeks into mine.
"Yes, I know your poor little cockette isn't up to fucking my butt the way I like it fucked. But you can serve me like this can't you my love? I can use your body as my personal sex toy, with multiple dildo mounts." I bounce on his head, laughing. And then suddenly (as is normal for me with anal sex) I'm cumming again. I grind into his face as I clench and spasm above him, and finally, when the waves subside, I hop off and turn around to face the other way again.
"Umm, having you two ways like this, being able to switch back and forth...it's almost like being fucked by two guys at once. I like that slut, don't you?" I continue as I guide him into my pussy again. "Ohh, now THAT's a nice thought isn't it? Imagine if you were standing by as Mistress got tag-teamed by two hot studs. Wouldn't that be fun? Imagine being on your knees next to the bed, having to suck and 'fluff' whichever one wasn't currently fucking me, having to keep him hard and happy. Imagine how nice it would be to hear me moaning and whimpering in pleasure as I got pounded by some real man-meat. Imagine how much fun it would be to lick their cum out of my pussy and ass after they pumped it into me."
I'm riding him hard, undulating my pelvis, rubbing my clit feverishly against him.. "Oh, no, wait...I think I'd have to insist that they both pulled out of me and came on your pretty face, in your open mouth. Just so you can compare the taste, you know? Two different flavors of cum in your mouth, from two different guys. A sissy slut should have that experience I think, don't you?" His face is screwed up in that look of "oh shit I don't know how I can stop myself from cumming right this fucking second concentrateconcentrateconcentraaaaate". I love that look.
But I decide to be merciful. I spring up again, swinging around and sliding back down on the dildo rising from his gagged mouth. This time I sit up with it in me, leaning back against the wall. His vision must be completely obscured by my ass and probably his breathing too. I move my hips in little circles, making the dildo swirl around inside me, then fall forward, leaning on his chest, and start thrusting hard against him. I slam my ass into his face, revelling in having the dildo fill me so deliciously while I simultaneously put my slave in a place of such deep submission. How he must feel it! Both the physical discomfort of having me fuck him like this and the pangs of being so thoroughly used. His face turned into my personal anal dildo. It doesn't take long before I'm cumming again.
Once I'm down from the crest of this one I'm ready for something different. I climb off the dildo and order him to get on his knees. Lying on my back I pull a pillow under my hips and gesture him to kneel between my legs. He knows exactly what to do, and lifts his still-bound hands behind his head as he waits for me to get comfortable. Then I guide his erection into my hot cunt once more. I start rubbing my clit with one hand, pinching and twisting my nipples with the other. Too excited now for speech I close my eyes and focus on the sensations. My arousal keeps spiraling up; every orgasm so far only a prelude to the big one I know is coming..
But not yet. I push him away from me, and he whimpers as his erection is suddenly cast out in the cold. "Get your head down there slut, I want gizmo in my ass again" I order, pushing him down between my thighs. I prop my feet on his back and tilt my pelvis up, so that he can access my waiting hole. It takes a few clumsy tries but eventually the dildo's inside my butthole. I start thrusting against him, resuming the rubbing of my clit and playing with my nipples.
It's nice enough; I very much like the feeling of switching from one way of using my slave to another over and over again. But in this position the dildo just doesn't go as deeply inside me as I like. So after a few seconds I push his head away, and gesture that I want him on his knees again. When he's planted in my pussy once more I resume rubbing and pinching, pinching and rubbing. I'm moments away from cumming again when I open my eyes and see his face. Realizing he's about to lose it I shove him hard away from me; his whimpers are almost sobs as his now-inescapable orgasm is completely ruined. I laugh once more and promise him "you'll pay for that later slut!"
But for now..reaching into the nightstand again I pull out another condom, open the package and slide it down over gizmo. Then I push Tia's head down between my thighs once more. This time the dildo is slid into my throbbing pussy, and this time (we've done this many times before) there's no fumbling. So within a few minutes I am bucking wildly against him, crying out in my own spectacularly satisfying (and not at all spoiled) orgasm.
When I've come down again I reach behind his head to unbuckle the dildo/gag. I grab his hair as I remove the dildo from my pussy, pulling his face into my dripping snatch at the same time. "Lick me slut" I command, and he obeys, sliding his tongue up and down my folds. He licks and slurps, and sucks gently on my clit, provoking a few more orgasmic aftershocks. Finally I pull him up, away from my still-spasming cunt. He moans and I pat the bed beside me, saying "come up here and snuggle with me now precious."
And maybe that was the best part: lying there afterward, blissfully spent, with my dear slave whimpering and moaning and rubbing against me in aching frustration.
It's good to be the Mistress. ;)
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