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The Dilemma.

It was still early when Morgan arrived home from work. The driveway was empty and she wondered how Finn was fairing at his job with his wounds from the night before. Her own arousal was becoming more nagging the more she played with him. Every time he knelt before her a familiar need pulsed through her veins.

When she walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner she thought about how lucky her subs were. Most dommes expected their subs to do the housework, but cooking was an activity she enjoyed. It was peaceful and allowed her another outlet for creativity. It was also an act she considered vanilla. Whenever she cooked she escaped the lifestyle for a little while, just long enough to miss it.

She began dicing carrots and potatoes, thinking back to the events of the morning. It was her responsibility as his trainer to figure out what he wanted and guide him to discover what his body and mind could handle, and what they couldn’t. As far as she knew there was no such animal as a no limits submissive or slave, though they could have no limits in a certain area. Some slaves even had no limits in multiple areas, but everyone had limits somewhere. Even she had limits as a domme, and if her limits clashed with his desires she would have to make the decision whether she was the best trainer for him.

During her commute, she had been mulling over possible reasons why he hadn’t locked the bathroom door. Had he purposefully left it unlocked so he could be caught? He enjoyed being punished, that was clear. And that was fine, she could play the disciplinarian to his ill-behaved boy. It would just mean that if she needed to extinguish a behaviour her methods would have to involve discomfort he wouldn’t find pleasurable.

She also had to consider that maybe he hadn’t wanted to be caught for the punishment, but for the embarrassment. Did she need to be the horrified girl to counter his ashamed boy? Or had he left it unlocked because he had planned on behaving himself, but wasn’t able to maintain control? Self-control wasn’t one of his strengths, and neither was waiting.

Once the food was almost done she went to change her clothes, knowing he would be home soon. She put on a short black dress and black boots. Though it was more stereotypical dominatrix than she normally went for she felt it was fitting since the key to releasing him from his chastity was in her bra.

About thirty minutes later the front door opened and he walked in holding a black duffle bag in one hand.

“Go put your clothes away then bring me your collar,” she ordered as soon as he had taken his boots off.

He looked up at her, his distress made clear by the lines on his face. He silently walked back to the bedroom, and several minutes later emerged carrying his collar. He sat down slowly at her feet, his face scrunching up in pain.

“Good boy,” she praised, bending down to buckle the collar around his neck. She handed him a plate of food off the table then watched the fork shaking in his trembling hands while he shovelled food into his mouth.

After they were finished he followed her to his room where she stripped him out of his dirt covered clothes and took off the chastity device. His body responded eagerly to its freedom, hardening almost immediately. She smiled at his instant reaction and ran her hand down him so she could hear the breath suck in through his teeth.

“You need to take a shower,” she said, leading him to the bathroom. “Make sure to wash yourself well,” she instructed before sitting down to supervise.

He got in and began washing his body, avoiding spending too much time on his nether region.

“I told you to wash yourself well,” she scolded, noticing the evasion.

His hand went back to his freshly released prisoner, slowly rubbing soap over it.

“Make sure to get all of it,” she said.

He ran the soap over and underneath, his eager muscles starting to clench.

“Enough. Put your hands on top of your head,” she directed.

“Please, Mistress…” he started, wrapping his hand around himself.

She grabbed the ring on his collar, pulled his head down then smacked his red striped backside as hard as she could with the palm of her hand. Both his hands flew to his head, and tears flooded down his face when she brought her hand down again. “I don’t like having to repeat myself,” she said, releasing his collar.

He stood frozen under the stream of water, his hands clasped firmly in his hair.

“Get out and dry yourself off.”

He stepped out carefully, his body jerking with every movement. She handed him a towel and he reluctantly let go of the grip he had on his scalp to take it from her. He was harder now than when he had been touching himself, a response that could only be the result of the punishment she inflicted.

Once he was dry he followed her to his bedroom and knelt down on the floor.

“I already told you once today that as soon as you realize you don’t get to do anything without my permission your training will be much easier,” she reminded him, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

He continued to whimper, staring at the floor.

“Is your need getting in the way of your better judgment?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” he mumbled, wiping his face with the backs of his hands.

“I see. This is your first official day of training, so maybe it’s unfair of me to expect you to have any amount of self-control when you’ve never had to have any in the past. I’m not an unreasonable mistress. I’ll allow you to come if you can make me come,” she bargained with him. “Do you want to please me?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said eagerly, standing up from the floor.

“On your knees,” she commanded. “You need to prove yourself with your mouth before you’ll get an opportunity to prove yourself with your cock.”

He got to his knees and crawled towards her, the image making her arousal drench the insides of her thighs. She leaned back on the bed and opened up to his mouth, then remembered how inept he had been the last time.

His tongue licked her frantically, lacking rhythm and direction. “Slow down,” she instructed, knowing he was trying to rush the process so it could be his turn.

His tongue slowed but still wasn’t anywhere near where it needed to be.

“Go up.”

He pulled away and sat back on his heels. “You obviously don’t like how I do this.”

“Have you ever made a girl come with your mouth?” she questioned.

“I’ve never had one complaint.”

“So you think they enjoyed it?”

“I don’t know, but I think you’re harder to satisfy than other women,” he said, looking up at her defiantly.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

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Morgan leaned back in the driver’s seat, contemplating her recent decisions. They had spent the remainder of the night in awkward silence, and now she had to focus on work. She looked up at the two-story group home, preparing for the chaos she usually encountered when she walked inside.

The television blared from the living room, and several different radio stations were competing with the sound from upstairs. She wandered down the entryway then glanced into the family room, returning the waves of the two men seated on the leather couch.

“Is Natalie here?” she asked.

“Office,” they both replied, pointing up the stairs.

She turned and walked up the steps, glancing through the open doors of the bedrooms as she walked by.

“Hey,” she said when she walked through the office door, shutting it behind her to try and block out some of the noise.

“Hey,” Natalie replied, flashing a toothy smile when she glanced around her computer monitor. “What’s wrong?”

She took a seat at the other desk and opened her laptop. “Nothing, why?”

“You look… annoyed,” Natalie said, her pixie face bobbing to the side.

This was one of the biggest issues with her choice of work. Everyone was an expert in behaviour. There was nowhere to hide. Dommes were even worse. They were masters of reading body language. “I’m not annoyed.”

“You sound annoyed,” Natalie prodded, sliding her chair back from her desk.

“How do I sound annoyed?” she replied, trying to focus on the Emails littered across her screen.

“Now I know you’re annoyed,” Natalie said, bobbing her head back the other direction.

“Because you’re annoying me.” She continued scrolling, refusing to make eye contact.

“Come on, tell me. It’ll make you feel better.” This was another problem with her chosen field. Not only did everyone know when there was an issue, but they all wanted an opportunity to help fix it.

“It’s personal.”

Natalie got up from her desk and went to lock the door. “Lexa told me about your new toy.”

“Of course she did.” She slammed her laptop shut knowing there was no escaping the conversation.

“Come on, it’s not like it’s a secret. At least not among us.”

“I know.” Nothing was sacred within the community, especially not among dommes of the same chateau.

“So what’s going on? Maybe I can help,” Natalie said, sitting back down in her chair. Her right leg crossed over her left then bounced anxiously.

Her eye’s wandered over the various degrees and training certificates that hung prestigiously from the wall behind Natalie’s desk. It always amazed her that the chateau’s resident bubbly blonde with her teased up hairdo and uncouth demeanour was also the only domme there who held a doctorate degree. “It’s not something that can be helped. This whole thing was just one big mistake.”

“Why? What happened?” Natalie asked, brushing a wisp of hair away from her face.

“He’s too fucking selfish!” The words burst from her lips, but she didn’t care anymore. Her frustration was at an extreme on too many different levels and she had to release some of the tension. “I’ve made him come twice. Twice! He can’t even get me wet. And he doesn’t care! He thinks it’s my problem, not his.”

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When he heard footsteps coming down the hall he opened his eyes in time to see her walk through the doorway.

“Good morning,” she said, looking down at him. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, then winced when she ran her hand over his wounds from the night before. But his body responded desperately to her touch, hardening when the softness of her hands cooled the heat still tearing through him.

“In the morning I expect you to be up in time to shower, eat breakfast and get to work. What time do you need to get up to complete all those things?” she asked.

“Seven, Mistress,” he replied.

“Okay. You will get out of bed and wait for me here,” she said, pointing at the floor in front of her.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Go ahead,” she directed, still pointing at the floor.

He got to his knees slowly, pain searing through his body.

“After you take a shower and get dressed you can come eat breakfast.” She reached down and undid the chain, then unbuckled the collar. Her hand then moved lower, and he bit into his lip when she wrapped it around his length, slowly dragging it from his base to his tip. “Do not touch yourself while you’re in the shower.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, running his hand over his bare neck.

He made his way to the bathroom and shut the door, then proceeded to turn on the shower. While he stood waiting for the water to heat up he turned around to glance in the mirror. Thick red marks covered his backside starting just below his waist and ending midway down his thighs. He quickly averted his gaze and stepped under the flow of the water.

Every move and every thought brought back memories of every moment he had spent with her, and every way she had pushed and punished his body. His desire for release was unyielding, and he realized any evidence from misconduct would be quickly washed down the drain. He grasped himself and began stroking, turning his back towards the water so he could imagine the sting against his wounds was her punishing him once again. His mind was too lost in his reverie to hear the bathroom door open.

“I thought I told you not to touch yourself,” she said, jerking back the curtain.

He jumped and froze, releasing his hold. “I…I…,” he stammered, but the tension in his body betrayed his truth.

She reached into the shower and spun the left handle. Ice water poured down on him, shrivelling his arousal within seconds.

“Out,” she directed, turning off the water.

He stepped out and towelled off quickly, trying to rub the goosebumps off his skin. Even though he was shivering, his face burned, mortified at having been caught masturbating in her shower like an adolescent boy. He followed her back to the bedroom then got to his knees, thinking it was what her next command would be.

“Stand. Legs apart, hands behind your back,” she instructed.

When she walked to the dresser he tensed, waiting to see her grab the strap. Instead, she opened the top drawer and began rustling through it. The item she pulled out was clear plastic, and from what he could see he was already regretting the poor choice he had made.

“When you realize you don’t get to do anything without my permission this process will become much easier for you.” She slid a ring behind his sack and up over the base of his shaft, slipped a clear case over his length then locked everything in place with a small padlock. “Get dressed. And you’ll need to bring some clothes from your house if you intend to continue staying here, but not too much.”

He watched her walk out of the room then went to grab his jeans off the floor where he had left them the night before. The device felt strange and heavy when he started moving. There was no way out without the key, which he prayed she had somewhere. After he pulled on his pants he examined himself to see if anyone would be able to notice. The prison was well hidden under his jeans, its prisoner incapacitated.

She was already seated at the table when he walked into the kitchen, and the heat in his face lit up again under her stare. He grabbed the plate off the counter and brought it to the table, then hesitated before deciding to sit down on the floor.

“Good boy.” The words came softly from her mouth, not intending to mock or patronize but to assure him that he had made the right choice.

The cage crushed him when his body began trying to recover from its recent ice shower. Part of him wanted to shift his weight as much as possible to alleviate the pain, but the part of him that had brought him back to her house made him want to grind his hips into the floor to relive the memory of the previous night.

“Am I allowed to ask questions?” he asked, though he wasn’t sure if he should be asking questions when he was terrified of the possible answers.

“Of course,” she replied.

He looked down at his plate and jabbed his fork into the pancakes, unsure of what to ask first or how to ask it. “What am I supposed to be doing? I mean, what is it that I’m expected to do, or not do?”

“I expect you to behave, and be obedient,” she said, stripping him with her gaze.

His eyes ran over her work attire, which consisted of black slacks, a light blue button-up shirt and shoes that though he didn’t know what the proper name for them would be, they were clearly not boots. It was much less revealing than what he was used to seeing her in, but it didn’t make her appear any less intimidating. “Am I supposed to become like the men at the house you brought me to?”

“You’re not supposed to become anything, Finn. People are who they are, no amount of training will change that,” she said, crossing her legs and tilting her head to the side. “Why did you come back here?”

Because he missed the feel of the collar around his neck and the sound of the chains when he pulled against them reassuring him that he was no longer in control. But he had only become that person since meeting her. She had a way of running off his self-respect, and his self-control. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know or you don’t want to say it?”

He shifted his weight slightly, just enough to send a shock of pain up his spine. He could never say it. Not to her, not even out loud to himself.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say it,” she reassured him. “You don’t have to make this easy for me. I don’t mind taking the time to figure it out for myself.”

He moved his eyes to her legs, remembering what they looked like underneath her slacks. “Are they slaves? The men at that house?”

“Community slaves.”

“I don’t understand what that means.” He looked up at her face, trying to focus on the words coming out of her mouth and not just the movement of her lips.

“Our community has eight chateaus, and all our members have to abide by our set of regulations. In our community, the submissive decides after their training whether they want to stay a submissive or become a slave. If they choose to become a slave, they make the decision whether they want to be owned by one mistress or serve all the dommes in the community.”

“What’s the difference between a submissive and a slave?”

“A submissive who is trained by one of our dommes is always considered part of our community, and they can participate in community activities at their discretion, and participate in agreed upon scenes with any domme who wishes to top them.” She paused and looked away briefly, her lips pressing against each other. “A slave is a slave,” she finally said. “They choose to abide by the rules of consensual non-consent. They’re a slave all day, every day and can be used in any way and at any time their owner chooses.”

It took him a moment to absorb the meaning of her words. He couldn’t understand why a person would willingly give up that amount of control and willingly live that way for the rest of their existence. “Why don’t you have your own personal slave?”

“I don’t keep slaves.”

“Why not?” She was part of the community she spoke of and admitted to enjoying controlling men. It made no sense that she wouldn’t want to keep a slave of her own, or possibly more than one if the rules allowed it.

“I have my reasons.”

He looked down at his hands which were busy folding and unfolding the bottom of his untucked shirt. There was only one other question he had but had been afraid of the answer since the first time she had collared him on the floor of the limousine. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Come on now, Finn,” she said, the curve of her lips turning up at the corners, “you know I can’t tell you that. Half the fun is in not knowing what’s coming next.”

“But what if it’s something I don’t want to be done to me?” The words came out more hoarse than he had planned, and his heart felt like it would burst through his ribcage if it pounded any harder.

“Like what?” she asked, leaning towards him.

He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.” He had never been so lost. How could he list his limits on his fingertips when right now all he could think about was how she looked from his knees?

She stood up and walked over to him, kneeling down so her eyes were the same level as his. “I’m not here to beat you down, I’m here to make you strong enough to handle giving up control,” she said, running her fingers through his hair. “I know you enjoy when I punish you, but I also know you’re not comfortable saying the words. And that’s okay. I will always push your limits because that’s where you will find yourself, but I will never cross the lines you set.”

He wanted to lean forward and press his lips against hers, and if it meant she would reignite the marks on his hips, it made it even harder to resist the urge.

“Do you remember your safe word?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“What is it?”

“Your name, Mistress.”

“Good boy”

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Just Delicious.

Last Friday evening when I got home Mistress informed me that tonight was going to be a very hot night but I did not realize until later just how hot things were going to get.

Mistress had dinner ready and she told me she wanted us to eat quickly so we could get straight to the “activities” she had planned. I thought it curious because Mistress usually did not plan anything out in advance.

After dinner, she gave me a hot deep kiss and told me to go upstairs and take a good shower. She grabbed my cock and squeezed it while she gave my ass a push with her other hand.

I moaned and smiled and she told me to “run along like a good bitch” and take that shower. She said she would be there in a minute.

I ran upstairs and got in the shower already hard as a rock and heart racing as it seemed like Mistress was going to be in a hot kinky mood. Once she got into the shower with me she kissed me deeply again and then moved her hot mouth down to my nipples.

I groaned loudly and went to stroke my cock but she grabbed my hand and told me

“… if you want to cum, then you are going to have be an especially good bitch tonight. You will have to do everything I tell you and then you will get to cum. I haven’t decided yet whether you get to taste your own cum from my pussy or if I am going to make you shoot your load in your face and lick it from there. We’ll see, now get to work and finish your shower. I have laid some things on the bed that I want you to put on.”

My excitement was at a fever pitch. Mistress would let me “humiliate” myself (on the floor, feet up, my cock pointing down towards my face…mmmmmmm) when I pushed her but tonight she seemed very interested in running the show herself.

When I got to our bed there was a blindfold and silk thong for me to wear. The thong was her favorite, it had holes cut in it for my balls and cock to stick through. I put on the thong and the blindfold and then laid back on the bed and waited. My cock was standing straight up in the air and I could feel pre-cum oozing from it.

A few minutes after I heard the shower go off I heard the closet door open as if Mistress Del was going to put on something sexy. Then she came out and she told me to sit up in the bed so she could get behind me. I did as I was told and I could feel her large warm breasts on my back and her tongue on the back of my neck.

She scooted forward until I could feel her hot pussy at the small of my back and then she reached around to the front of me and started playing with my nipples.

Once again, I groaned loudly and she started talking to me.

“Yes, you like that don’t you?”

“You know I do, Mistress.”

“Yes, I know you do and I also you know that you will do a lot of hot things while I play with them.”

“Yes, Mistress I will do anything to please you. “

“You cum in my pussy when I play with them, you thrust your cock searching for relief when I play with them, you groan ever so loudly when I suck them, and you even shoot that hot cum of yours wherever I tell you to when I play with them“.

“Yes, I do Mistress.”

“Do you want to shoot your hot cum now?”

“Yes Mistress, OOOOOOO, YES Mistress,” I said in a shameful manner.

“I’ll bet you do but first I want you to answer some questions for me. Can you do that, BITCH?”

“I’ll try Mistress, I will try.”

“Good. First, what do you think of when you have our little rubber toy up your ass? Are you thinking of me or something else?”

“I think of you fucking me with a rubber butt plug and how humiliating it makes me look to have my Mistress doing that to me.”

“You like it when I humiliate you, don’t you?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“So, I think you would like it if I humiliated you and made you take a real cock up your ass. Would you like that?”

“NO! Mistress, please NOOOOOOOOOO!”, I said.

She stopped playing with my nipples and I moaned and tried to play with them myself.

“No, no, no. You do not get to play with those yourself, BITCH. I have seen how nasty you get when you play with your nipples. It starts with the nipples and the next thing I know my slave boy has his cum all over his face. Tonight I need you around.”

She started playing with my nipples again.

“So, about that rubber toy…I know you would love to be humiliated in front of me and have a cock up there wouldn’t you?”

Quietly I said “… Yes. Mistress..”

“I thought so. In fact, the way you stick out your tongue when you get so ‘nasty’ I’ll bet you would love to have cock some other places.”

“Well, BITCH, I think you are a cock sucker and would love to have me watch you suck another man’s cock. Would you be humiliated if I made you suck cock?”

“Yes Mistress”

“Good. Well move forward and sit on the edge of the bed. Good. Now I want you to do something for me.”

“Slowly reach out your hand.”

I reached out my hand slowly since I was blindfolded and my hand touched another person! Mistress said,

“Keep reaching around. I think you’ll find something pointing straight at you.”

I started moving my hand across the other person’s body. There was way too much hair for it to be another woman so I knew I was looking for a hard cock somewhere in front of me. My heart was racing now and the excitement was almost overwhelming! I moved my hand and found that indeed he had his hard cock pointed right at me and I wrapped my hand around it and began to gently stroke it.

“Good BITCH. You know what to do. I want to watch you stroke that cock. If you want to cum you’ll have to stroke that cock. I’ll play with your nipples as long as our friend here is getting what he needs. You stop. I stop. You don’t get to cum. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress”

“I knew you would. So keep stroking. Keep stroking BITCH.”

I moved my hand up and down his cock. I wondered who this was. His cock was a little longer than mine was but not much. It felt hot and huge in my hand as I moved it back and forth.

“BITCH, you love this, don’t you. Now its time for the next step. Start rubbing that cock all over your face Show me how much you want it. Now!”

I leaned forward and pulled the hot flesh onto my cheeks and started rubbing and nuzzling my face into his cock. Mistress was tweaking my nipples all the time while she began to taunt me.

“GOOD, it looks like you don’t mind having cock on your face. I always thought you would like a hot cock besides your own. You like it don’t you? You want that cock, don’t you? You’re just a sissy cock sucker aren’t you?”

I readily said “OOOOOOOO, Yes Mistress, Yes.”

“Now my sissy cock sucker, show me what a sissy you really are. Open your mouth and suck this real man’s cock.”

I didn’t need any more coaxing. I had fantasized many times about my Mistress making me suck cock and I wanted to do it. I opened my mouth wide and slowly pulled his cock in. I put it in my mouth as far as I could take it and then closed my mouth around his cock. My own cock was so stiff it hurt and I concentrated on making him feel good by sucking him the way I knew I liked to be sucked.

“Oh my God, what a sissy cock sucker you are”, she said.

“That’s right. Suck him. Service him like the little sissy boy you really are. And while you have that man meat in your mouth, just think about how this would look to anybody seeing this. Your Mistress is forcing you to suck cock right in front of her in your own bedroom. You are being a sissy cock sucker to another man. You’re just like a woman, little sissy cock sucker! Here, let’s put this on you. ”

While I slowed sucking his cock I could feel my Mistress reach around and put a bra on me. She instructed me to move my arms this way and that so I could wear it and I could feel that my nipples were still exposed.

“There you go you little cock slut! You are so pretty now with your little bra on. How do you like getting your face fucked?”

I could only say ” mmm … mmm”

“Well, I think you have done your work good enough for now and I think you know that your place is to service this real man and me. Now I want you to stop sucking his cock, move off the bed and stand against the wall. Since you are just a little sissy cock sucker I’m sure you won’t mind if you don’t get any pussy tonight. You are not going to get anything but this man is and remember, if you want to cum you will OBEY.”

My mind was still reeling and this was VERY humiliating to me, another man was about to fuck my Mistress while I stood next to the bed in a bra and thong. I heard my Mistress talking to me.

“Sissy, you know you want this and I want this, you want me to humiliate you. Well, Sissy you are not in control right now. I am. And right now while you are standing there dressed up like a little sissy BITCH I am guiding his cock into my dripping pussy. He is putting his hot mouth onto my huge nipples and licking and sucking them. It feels so good.”

“Mmmm. I want to cum and then I am going to make him cum fast because I don’t want you to wait too long. I am playing with my clit right now. Moving my hand very fast on my clit.”

“Oh, oh, oh, yes, Bitch, I’m cummmmmmminnnnngggg. YESSSSSSSS.”

I could see in my mind what was happening. Her long slim fingers playing with her clit and I could only imagine what it looked like for her to have this big cock fucking her.

“Now, sissy cock sucker nipple bitch, I am going to reach down and pump his cock into my pussy because I know you want to get to your treat.”

“I am pumping him now. Mmmmmmm it feels good and we are so wet. You know how I like to feel cum shoot into me with my hand on the cock when it cums? That’s what I want right now. OOOOOO, he’s getting close.”

I could hear him fucking Mistress and I heard her coaxing him to cum. When he finally exploded she laughed joyfully and he groaned with pleasure’

“ooooooooooooh,  Mistress, mmmmmmmm.”

I could hear her retrieving Kleenexes from the box beside our bed and I knew she was using them to make sure their cum did not spill out onto the bed. She always did that, i would now become her own cum slave.

“Now, you cock sucker. I know how you like to taste your own cum after I let you shoot it down onto your face. Get over here NOW and show me how you lick a cum-filled cunt as good as you suck cock. Lie down on your back and I will let you taste his cum right from my pussy.”

I wanted to cum so bad and I tossed away any shred of decency that I had left and quickly got onto the bed as I was told.

Mistress started playing with my nipples, further arousing my cock.

“My, my, your cock looks like it is ready to explode. I bet you would really like to cum now wouldn’t you BITCH?”

“Yes, please, Mistress, PLEASEEEEEEE, Mistress”

“Here’s what I want you to do. First raise your feet up so I can grab your ankles. That’s a good BITCH.”

The next thing I felt was something being spread on my anus and then the head of a cock being pressed against me. I let out a quick gasp.

“That’s right slut boy. Time for you to get fucked like the little slut you are. Now he is going to push and push until he is inside of you.”

I could feel him pushing the head of his stiff cock against my anus and I was scared and excited at the same time. As the head of his cock stretched my sphincter, it really started to hurt and Mistress told him to pause for a minute until I relaxed.

After a minute or so I relaxed and Mistress told him ram all of his cock inside of me, hard and fast.

I screamed, “NOOOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOOOOO.”

He shoved the cock into me with no abandon. Ripping me as it went in, but once in he just kind of stayed there. It felt really good to have a cock stuffed up my ass and my relief must have triggered Mistress.

“You like that don’t you?” You want to cum don’t you?”

“Oh yes, Mistress,  I want to cummmmmmmmmmmm.”

“Well, in order for you to cum you have to eat some cum so here you go. Be my little cum slut, too. Eat my pussy and slurp up his cum from me and while you are doing that I will allow you to play with your cock.”

“Please let me cum, Mistress”

I opened my mouth and I felt a hot drop of cum fall down next to my mouth and then Mistress lowered her pussy onto my face and started rubbing her cunt back and forth all over my face while I worked my tongue fast and furious.

“OK, you cum slut cock sucker, you can start to play with yourself. Reach down there and make that cock of yours shoot your cum all over your chest. I know you do not need any help but just remember how out of control and humiliated you are right now. You are playing with yourself in front of two other people. You have a man’s cock stuck up your ass while you are dressed like a little slut with your nipples sticking out. You are eating another man’s cum from your Mistress’s pussy and you love it. My, you are a just a sissy little cum slut cock sucking BITCH, aren’t you?”

I was pumping my cock fast now and just as I was about to cum, Mistress said,

“The best part of all of this sucking and fucking is my Bitch is caught on tape for anyone to see.”

I exploded, I shot all over my chest, then my next gush went up to my face then another onto Mistress’s tummy, as I was screaming,

”OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH”.

He pulled his cock from my ass and shot his cum all over my stomach screaming,

” Yes, Bitch Yesssssssssssssssssss.”

Mistress started to laugh and took her fingers, scooped up all the cum and brought it to my mouth.

I open my mouth, my tongue licking all the cum from her fingers as fast as I could. I wanted more, needed more and pleaded with Mistress,

“Please, please feed me more, I must have him again, I must have more cum, pleaseeeeeee”.

Mistress laughed at me and said, ” You BITCH SHUT UP and lay down on the bed.”

I fell to the bed my ass pointing up as she told him,

“Spank his ass good, he does not deserve to be in the same room as us.”

Then I felt his hand, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP against my ass. I put my head into the bed and started to cry from the pain. He did it again and again as Mistress laughed and laughed. When I could not take any more he finally stopped and got off the bed.

I fell flat on my face and passed out from the pain. The next thing I remember was Mistress Del waking me up, we were alone again and she was kissing me with her sweet warm kisses.

I love my Mistress and will do anything to please her. I only hope the next time she has two men so I can get twice as much cum. Yes I am a cum slut, a happy cum slut BITCH for my Mistress.

A Proper Toy.

When I arrived home I noticed a note on my computer. It read. “Take off your clothes and put them in the washer. Go to the bathroom and shower, then go to the bedroom and put on the clothes laid out for you. Make sure My toys are prepared and in the right places, then you may join Me in the living room bring your hood with you and take your place at My feet (on your knees, hands behind your back clasped together).”

Doing Her bidding I took off my clothes as instructed and placed them in the washer, my whole being shaking with anticipation as I took a shower and almost skipped to the bedroom to see what she had laid out for me. To my surprise there on the bed was pantyhose with no crotch, a corset, and a wig. Donning them quickly so as not to keep my Mistress waiting, I prepared Her toys and quickly returned to the living room where She was sitting and knelt on the floor at her feet, hands clasped behind me. She ignored me as I knelt there and continued with what She was doing.

Finally after what seemed like hours (but was only 5 minutes) She looked down at me with a scowl on her face.

“Did I displease You?”, I asked in a quiet voice almost a whimper.

“Did you do as you were supposed to this morning?”, She asked in a stern voice.

My eyes dropped to the floor and my heart began to race as I replied, “No Mistress, I forgot and am very sorry.”

“Sorry?!!”, she bellowed, “you will find out what sorry is for not doing as asked!”

She stood up, almost knocking me over, walking over to the table she picked up something and returned to where I was still kneeling, afraid to move for fear of angering her more. She placed ear plugs in my ears and a mouthpiece in my mouth which held my mouth open not allowing me to close it. With one swift movement she took the hood from my hands and pulled it over my head, making sure the eyepiece was closed over my eyes she buckled it. She moved to my back taking my hands and covering them with mitts which she locked together. I felt her hands on my ankles which she also locked in cuffs.

Spread those knees!”, She commanded in a loud voice.

As I did as she asked she locked the ankle cuffs to a bar, then placing another pair of cuffs to my thighs She locked these to another bar making it so I could not close my legs. Mistress could feel my body shaking as I wondered what was in store for this disobedient slave. Silently I waited, scarcely able to breath,  for I could see nothing and just barely hear Her moving around. Out of now where there was a sharp pain on my back as she brought Her cat o’nine tails down on it. Mistress pushed me sending me to my elbows and knees as She worked her way carefully over my ass and back covering every inch of both with the cat,  as I squirmed to avoid the blows, yet I felt myself getting hard despite the pain. She stopped and then caressed my nylon clad ass with her hand, giving my cage a shake, my thighs spread and ass in the air, I felt so exposed . I wanted to touch myself but the mittens and locks prevented it, besides she would punish me twice as badly if she caught me touching myself.

Mistress moved around in front and I felt the tip of her “cock” through the opening in the mouthpiece. Placing her hands on both sides of my hood she started working Her cock in and out of my mouth. Through the earplugs I heard Her say in a loud voice something like “Yes that’s it , My little cock sucker, show Me how much you love it”.

I was doing my best at licking and sucking her cock, taking it beyond my gag point several times, as I  was not going to anger Mistress any further.

“Just imagine, my little slut, if that was a real warm cock, the way you are sucking he would be filling your mouth with his cum and you would swallow it too! I can tell, you are such a greedy little whore”.

With that she pulled her cock out and she left me in that position and I waited unsure of what was next, I could hear voices but I was unsure if they were coming from the television or not..

Soon she returned and knelt behind me slathering my asshole with Vaseline then slowly inserted the head of her large cock. It was 10 inches long and thick. She slid it slowly further and further with each stroke, my ass accepting more and more, as the pain subsided into pleasure I felt her thrust it all the way in the balls of her cock pressing against mine as she pinned it in place.

Her hand, or so I thought, brought my head up as I felt something slide through the hole in my gag. It was not rubbery, it was warm and soft on my tongue and began to harden as I sucked and tongued it. Mistress removed the earplugs leaving the mask intact as she directed me to show her how much I loved having a cock in my mouth.

I began sucking it harder, taking it in deeper as I rolled my tongue around it, flicking the tip. His cock getting harder and harder, the warmth feeling much different than Mistress’s cock. The excitement of finally experiencing a real cock, mixed with the inner emotions that had been bred into all males that this was wrong, was driving my cock to a hardness that I  didn’t know was possible.

Mistress leaned forward pressing Her cock harder as She whispered in my ear, “This is your reward for being suck a good little cocksucker with My cock.” “Make love to this and he will reward you with his cum which you will taste and swallow, then you will lick his cock clean.”

Wanting to please my Mistress I worked on the cock in my mouth just the way I had practiced on her rubber cock many times before. I worked my tongue around the head and under, pursing my lips I slowly bobbed my head up and down, my tongue sliding along the underside of the unknown cock in my mouth.

Between the cock in my mouth and Mistress’s cock in my ass I was in a state of bliss, I never anticipated how good it would felt to be tag teamed like this, my mouth full of warm pulsing cock and my ass full of Mistress’s huge cock. I felt strange hands grab the sides of my head and tighten to slow me down.

Instinct took over and as I slowed my movement down, the unknown person pushing deeper and deeper into my throat until his balls were resting on my chin. His body stiffening as he climaxed, shooting his hot salty cum deep into my throat and slowly withdrawing his cock leaving a trail of cum coating my tongue.

“Lick him clean, taste the cum that you have waited so long to receive,” Mistress said firmly.

My tongue continued licking and swirling around his cock making sure I had gotten every drop, tasting his juices and feeling my cock twitch in the cage wanting so desperately to come out.

“Is my cocksucker now satisfied?”, She asked.

Nodding my head in answer to her question I was startled by a stinging blow across my well fucked ass.

“I asked you a question cocksucker and I demand a proper answer.” Mistress’s voice bit almost as much as the stinging blow.

“Yes Mistress,” I stammered.

The tears welling in my eyes were saying one thing, however my cock was saying differently. I was yearning to have both cocks back inside me filling my orifices, along with the pain and the pleasure that went with it.

My Visitation Part 2

When I arrived home I noticed a note on my computer. It read. “take off your clothes and put them in the washer. Go to the bathroom and shower, then go to the bedroom and put on the clothes laid out for you. Make sure My toys are prepared and in the right places, then you may join Me in the living room bringing hood with you and taking your place at My feet (on your knees, hands behind your back clasped together).”

Doing Her bidding, I took off my clothes as instructed and placed them in the washer, my whole being shaking with anticipation as I took a shower and almost skipped to the bedroom to see what she had laid out for me. To my surprise there on the bed was pantyhose with no crotch, a corset, and a wig. Donning them quickly so as not to keep my Mistress waiting, I prepared Her toys and quickly returned to the living room where She was sitting and knelt on the floor at her feet, hands clasped behind me. She ignored me as I knelt there and continued with what She was doing.

Finally after what seemed like hours (but was only 5 minutes) She looked down at me with a scowl on her face.

“Did I displease You?”, I asked in a quiet voice, almost a whimper.

“Did you do as you were supposed to this morning?”, She asked in a stern voice.

My eyes dropped to the floor and my heart began to race as I replied, “No Mistress, I forgot and am very sorry.”

“Sorry?!!”, she bellowed, “you will find out what sorry is for not doing as asked!”

She stood up, almost knocking me over, walking over to the table she picked up something and returned to where I was still kneeling, afraid to move for fear of angering her more. She placed ear plugs in my ears and a mouthpiece in my mouth which held my mouth open not allowing me to close it. With one swift movement she took the hood from my hands and pulled it over my head, making sure the eyepiece was closed over my eyes she buckled it. She moved to my back taking my hands and covering them with mitts which she locked together. I felt her hands on my ankles, which she also locked in cuffs.

Spread those knees!”, She commanded in a loud voice.

As I did as she asked she locked the ankle cuffs to a bar, then placing another pair of cuffs to my thighs She locked these to another bar making it so I could not close my legs. Mistress could feel my body shaking as I wondered what was in store for this disobedient slave. Silently I waited, scarcely able to breath,  for I could see nothing and just barely hear Her moving around. Out of nowhere there was a sharp pain on my back as she brought Her cat o’nine tails down on it. Mistress pushed me, sending me to my elbows and knees as She worked her way carefully over my ass and back covering every inch of both with the cat-online as I squirmed to avoid the blows, yet I felt myself getting hard despite the pain. She stopped and then caressed my nylon clad ass with her hand, giving my cage a shake, my thighs spread and ass in the air, I felt so exposed . I wanted to touch myself but the mittens and locks prevented it, besides she would punish me twice as badly if she caught me touching myself.

Mistress moved around in front and I felt the tip of her “cock” through the opening in the mouthpiece. Placing her hands on both sides of my hood she started working Her cock in and out of my mouth. Through the earplugs I heard Her say in a loud voice something like “Yes that’s it , My little cock sucker, show Me how much you love it”.

I was doing my best at licking and sucking her cock, taking it beyond my gag point several times, as I was not going to anger Mistress any further.

“Just imagine, my little slut, if that was a real warm cock, the way you are sucking he would be filling your mouth with his cum and you would swallow it too! I can tell, you are such a greedy little whore”.

With that she pulled her cock out and she left me in that position and I waited unsure of what was next, I could hear voices but I was unsure if they were coming from the television or not..

Soon she returned and knelt behind me slathering my asshole with Vaseline then slowly inserted the head of her large cock. It was 10 inches long and thick. She slid it slowly further and further with each stroke, my ass accepting more and more, as the pain subsided into pleasure I felt her thrust it all the way in the balls of her cock pressing against mine as she pinned it in place.

Her hand, or so I thought, brought my head up as I felt something slide through the hole in my gag. It was not rubbery, it was warm and soft on my tongue and began to harden as I sucked and tongued it. Mistress removed the earplugs leaving the mask intact as she directed me to show her how much I loved having a cock in my mouth.

I began sucking it harder, taking it in deeper as I rolled my tongue around it and flicking the tip. His cock getting harder and harder, the warmth feeling much different than Mistress’s cock. The excitement of finally experiencing a real cock, mixed with the inner emotions that had been bred into all males that this was wrong, was driving my cock to a hardness that I didn’t know was possible.

Mistress leaned forward pressing Her cock harder as She whispered in my ear, “This is your reward for being such a good little cocksucker with My cock.” “Make love to this and he will reward you with his cum which you will taste and swallow, then you will lick his cock clean.”

Wanting to please my Mistress I worked on the cock in my mouth just the way I had practiced on her rubber cock many times before. I worked my tongue around the head and under, pursing my lips I slowly bobbed my head up and down, my tongue sliding along the underside of the unknown cock in my mouth.

Between the cock in my mouth and Mistress’s cock in my ass, I was in a state of bliss, I never anticipated how good it would felt to be tag teamed like this, my mouth full of warm pulsing cock and my ass full of Mistress’s huge cock. I felt strange hands grab the sides of my head and tighten to slow me down.

Instinct took over and as I slowed my movement down, the unknown person pushing deeper and deeper into my throat until his balls were resting on my chin. His body stiffening as he climaxed, shooting his hot salty cum deep into my throat and slowly withdrawing his cock leaving a trail of cum coating my tongue.

“Lick him clean, taste the cum that you have waited so long to receive,” Mistress said firmly.

My tongue continued licking and swirling around his cock making sure i had gotten every drop, tasting his juices and feeling my cock twitch in the cage wanting so desperately to come out.

“Is my cocksucker now satisfied?”, She asked.

Nodding my head in answer to her question I was startled by a stinging blow across my well fucked ass.

“I asked you a question cocksucker and I demand a proper answer.” Mistress’s voice bit almost as much as the stinging blow.

“Yes Mistress,” I stammered.

The tears welling in my eyes were saying one thing, however my cock was saying differently. I was yearning to have both cocks back inside me filling my orifices, along with the pain and the pleasure that went with it.

Pretty In Pink.

Who doesn’t appreciate the right shade of pink?  I couldn’t help sharing with you some of my current faves I’ve recently come across while browsing. Have to keep those subs and sissies and lil piggies on their toes..or should I say, knees..hahaha…                                             

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Here are that I absolutely Love. pinkelegantparkshoeElegant Park Pump                    pinkivankatrumpshoeIvanka Trump Pink                                                                            Jessica Simpson              pinkjesssimpshoe                                  pinksuedeyinhanshoePink Suede Yinhan Heel                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           What Elegant Domme wouldn’t adore a pair of these?  I know I can never have enough heels, pumps are a Passion.  As sexy as I look in a perfect pair of pink pumps I do have to say that so do my submissives and sissy boys, strutting their stuff for Mistress or groveling at Her feet.  Which ones do you think I should add to my Collection?

Goddess For Hire.

* Goddess For Hire* If you’re looking for a Living Goddess to Worship and shower Devotion upon look no further, I am here, my darlings. A living Goddess strives to be Her Best at all times, a lady, a Queen, a Domina, a Muse. Let me inspire you, guide you and hypnotize you.. So many of you have kinky aspirations that you are not exploring because you haven’t found the right Mistress to show you the way..I can be the answer to your wildest dreams, your fantasies fulfilled. Go ahead and do not fear, I won’t bite…If you are ready to explore your inner kinky self and serve a Superior Living Goddess contact me via email: raretheodosia369@gmail.com also visit my youtube channel-Theodosia Wolfe