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Countdown…

Let me count to ten and you can cum – can you do that for me ?

Yes? Are you sure? Ok…

 

1 … Am I finally going to let you cum?

2 … Mhh …

3 … So horny, aren’t you ?

4 … Soon, hold the edge.

5 … Halfway there

6 … Almost time to cum

7 … So close

8 … Ah, I’ve changed my mind … I’d rather lock you up now.

Come on, this has turned me on so much, I need you to eat me out now

The Sweet booty is Cherry’s and well, you know who Mistress is, don’t you, my darlings? Let’s see how much you love my Cherry, which photo of his exceptional ass do you like the best?

Spirituality, Sexuality and BDSM.

Some individuals within the BDSM and fetish lifestyle are more comfortable with others knowing about their “taboos”. Unfortunately, even with advances with people being more open-minded as well as the growing number of people joining the fetish community there are still many that keep it in the closet, away from friends, family and even spouses.   Not all activities are as hardcore as others, such as light bondage compared to rope and rigging. What a good majority of vanillas do not realize is that the things that we do are not just for fun but an actual way of life. It brings us joy, completion and excitement, a living embodiment of Art and Passion.   How many of you can truly call it a Spiritual experience?  Non-fetishists and the like as well as partakers also fail to see and feel the Spiritual side of fetish and BDSM.  I cannot speak for everyone of course, but for me it does all of that and then some, brings me to new levels of consciousness, almost like meditation, a ying and yang comes to mind when I’m interacting with my submissives.  It’s balance, shadow and light, pain and pleasure, and of course Dominance and servitude.                                                                Goddesses of old required gifts and deep Devotion, oftentimes the followers kissing their gilded feet, laying bountiful flowers and things of beauty and significance, serving their Goddess was an Honor of the highest degree. In return they not only felt and relished that Honor but were rewarded as well. To be a servant of the Goddess was truly respected.                                                                                                                        Many of today’s Mistresses are very much like those Goddesses. The submissives and devotees the followers, happy to serve yes, but also needing deeply to do so, finding completion only in serving.                         For anyone who does not understand our lifestyle I offer this bit of advice..open your mind, your soul, even open a book about it. This is not a new thing, from ancient religious practices, right of passage rituals, Priestess Initiation to the Houses of Discipline ran by our Mothers of all Mistresses, the Governesses, which were wrongfully confused with brothels of the day.                                                                            Ascension and Evolution come with being human, we are sexual and sensual creatures. It doesn’t seem natural to not include it within our life’s journey, our soul searching or finding our True Selves.                         Let us try everyday to learn something new about ourselves, think outside the box, find our kinky or kinkier selves..and while we’re at it have some fun doing it.       IMG_8464.JPG                  

A Well Dressed Lady is a More Superior Domme.

Hello darlings, my apoligies for being away a couple weeks but I have had new projects, clients and the like to attend to along with life’s normal distractions.  Rest assured I’ve got some lovely surprises in store for you but tonight I will share with you a bit of my mind, a Journaling.  Topic: Fashionable Divas and Sophisticated Dommes. It is my opinion that being well dressed and classy not only adds to your respectability but also your confidence as a Mistress or Domme. If you do not take yourself seriously do you really think anybody else is going to?  Probably not. Besides, let’s leave the hoochie outfits and such for the sugarbabies, haha. I enjoy dressing sexy as much as the next sultry Goddess and I’ve even been known to take it all off or at the least don some lingerie or fetish-wear during photoshoots, but during meet and greets, hosting get-togethers and of course sessions I’m not all hanging it out there. Meetings are classy but sexy, sessions I like to wear my leather and latex but you don’t get to see the whole enchilada boys, oh no, that’s just it, you keep them wanting, torture them ladies, quite literally.  Well, I’m sure you get the idea. Now, I haven’t teased everyone with my lady wood material in a bit, so how about some?        

 

 

Just a few pretty things I’ve come across that I felt like sharing but honestly the choices are endless and so are my ideas, I can design my own looks all day..and probably shop all day too! It’s all Art to me, from my hair, make-up, nails to my outfit jewelry and accessories down to my feet. It’s all got to come together, Im an Artist, Dominating comes in all forms.  So, if your’e interested to see more of what I like check out my Goodies List on Amazon and don’t be shy, my darlings, you can be disceet 😉  Goddesses do like to be shown devotion in all kinds of ways.  Also, I’ll be showing more of my own looks and creations, my Fashion Fetish Art, I Dominate that well I’d say, so be looking out for more of that..yay…Have a Beautiful night everyone, early morning, whenever and feel free to check out my List if you wish, talk to you soon, Thanx for reading darlings, sissies and sluts, Mistress does Appreciate it..*)0(*                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          http://www.amazon.com/registry/wishlist/3ECJLMV6PA7TD

The Professor.

I awoke, presumably at some point in the morning, shrouded in darkness. As the usual post-sleep confusion faded, my situation became clearer. Despite my disappointing performance last week, madame decided to keep me on as one of her toys, at least for now. She had summoned me to her home for the weekend, during which I was to give myself completely to her and her whims. I had arrived late last night after work. After entering the door, madame shut it behind me and demanded I remove my clothing. She took it, hid it somewhere, and brought me to what she liked to call her “punishment closet”.
 “Your performance last week was relatively poor, thing”, she stated matter-of-factly. “While I have decided to keep you for now, you’re going to have to start from the bottom and earn your place. Until tomorrow morning you’ll remain in the closet and reflect upon what that means.”
 She then shut me in the closet, turned off the lights and locked the door. Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I spotted a dog’s bowl with some water. While drinking from the bowl was embarrassing, I had little choice. I could tell right away that this was going to be a long weekend.
 Back in the present, I did my best to re-orient myself mentally and prepare for a day of the best service I could muster. Shortly afterwards, the door opened, and the man from the previous week stepped in. Unlike me, he was actually dressed. This made me feel incredibly awkward, but clearly he had earned the right to wear clothes in madame’s home.
 “Madame has stepped out for now to enjoy a breakfast with her friends. She has left you a list of tasks that you must complete”, he barked. “I am also to report any issues or poor performance to madame immediately upon her arrival home. I look forward to whatever punishments she decides are appropriate.”
 I quickly got to my feet, and said “yes, sir”, and went to get the list.
 The chores were rather un-glamorous. I spent the morning folding laundry, cleaning the dishes, sweeping the kitchen, and more. All the while the man, clearly another of madame’s toys, watched carefully. I couldn’t help but be extremely embarrassed the entire time, being entirely nude in front of this near-stranger. To make matters worse, whenever I looked at him I was reminded of that incredibly potent forced encounter I had with him a week prior. The taste of his ass and cock would often briefly return in my mouth, reminding me just who I was to him and madame.
 The man appeared to be taking notes, but I tried to avoid paying too much attention to him, and instead focused on my tasks. I was very anxious to prove myself to madame, and hopefully not be dismissed from her service after this weekend. Being able to serve her meant the world to me, and I intended to show it.
 A few hours later, my wish was granted, and madame returned home. Myself and the man immediately prostrated ourselves before her. He began to kiss her right foot. Assuming that this was protocol, I began to kiss her left. She grabbed my face and threw me back.
 “Did I give you permission to do that, you disgusting thing? Slaveboy over here has earned the right to do this. You, thing, have not. You are beneath him in every way, and you need to learn your place.”
 I grimaced, and returned to my position prostrating at madame’s feet. I wished to apologize, but I knew the penalty for speaking out of turn.
 “Slaveboy, how did that thing over there perform on its chores?” She inquired.
 “It did very poorly, madame. The clothes were not folded how you liked them, the dishes were done adequately at best, and the floor is hardly cleaned to your standards”, he replied confidently, with a hint of smugness.
 “I see. It’s going to be a long weekend for that one, I suspect.” Madame replied. “Slaveboy, go and fetch the special outfit for the thing to wear”.
 The one madame called “slaveboy” left the room. I could sense madame was disappointed, but did not dare look up at her. I quaked a bit, worrying about what was to come.
 Slaveboy returned with an outfit in tow. He grabbed me and pulled me to my feet.
 “Dress.” He barked, as he handed me an outfit I had not seen before.
 I took it, and examined it more closely. It, for all intents and purposes, was a japanese schoolgirl’s uniform. I turned bright red and looked towards madame. She immediately slapped me.
 “Do not make eye contact without permission!” she demanded.
 I had to fight back the tears while I put the outfit on. Unlike the maid’s outfit before, this one fit much more tightly, the skirt was short, and it had no underwear at all. My inadequate cock hung slightly below the dress-line.
 “Take care of that useless appendage, slaveboy”, Madame said.
 Slaveboy reached onto the counter behind him and grabbed some tape. He then roughly grabbed my cock, pulled it back between my legs, and taped it there.
 “Much better,” Madame spoke, “that thing has no use, at least for now. Best to keep the thing reminded of its role around here”.
 I flushed crimson and started to sweat a bit, but remained silent, lest I incur madame’s wrath once again.
 “Now, collar and leash the thing”, Madame commanded.
 Slaveboy grabbed me by the neck and placed the same collar and leash on me from before. The memories of my humiliation flooded back into my mind once again, and my now-useless cock twitched underneath the tape. I calmed myself and tried to remain focused. Slaveboy pushed me back onto my hands and knees, and handed the leash to madame. She then walked me through the hallway into a new room I hadn’t seen before.
 The room was somewhat dimly lit, but mostly resembled a living room. Some of the furniture appeared to have hooks and other extensions designed to fit various bondage implements, but it otherwise seemed mostly innocent. Madame tied my leash to one such hook next to a fancy looking chair, and sat down in it.
 “Today, thing, you’re going to learn protocol and how to properly respect your owner”, Madame stated. “I have many rules,” she continued, “Some of which you’ll learn in time. For now, you would do well to remember the following. I am your owner. You respect me at all times, and you live to serve me. You obey my commands without question, or you will be dismissed from service. Slaveboy here is also your superior. If his commands do not contradict mine, you obey them as well. Understood?”
 I nodded in agreement. This was met immediately with a slap across the face.
 “When I ask something of you, you respond with “Yes, Madame.” Is this understood?”
 “Yes, madame”, I croaked out, tears streaming down my cheeks.
 “Good”, she said, matter-of-factly. “Additionally, I do not like anything in my home to be soiled by male cum. As the lowest member of this household, you must clean up any immediately using your mouth. Additionally, you will be responsible for any chores, tasks, and anything else requested of you. Your body, and its holes, now exist solely for my enjoyment. That thing you call a penis is no longer relevant here, and it will remain taped up or in chastity until I say otherwise”.
 I gulped, but nodded and said “Yes, Madame”.
 “Now,” she spoke, “We will address your failure to complete chores to my satisfaction. Tomorrow slaveboy will give you the full rundown of everything that needs to be done, as you are clearly too dense to even figure out basic tasks for yourself. Today though, you will atone for your errors.” She continued. “Slaveboy, let’s start with one of my favorite basic scenes.”
 He nodded, and began to unbuckle his belt.
 Madame leaned forward in her chair, grabbed me, and put me on my knees. “Today, you are a slutty schoolgirl until I say otherwise, thing.” She said, a menacing tone in her voice. “Much like you’ve misbehaved in my house, you have misbehaved at school, and your professor aims to punish you.”
 Before I had the time to process this, slaveboy, now playing the role of the professor, has grabbed me and thrown me over his knees.
 “Beg for forgiveness”, he stated.
 “Please, sir, i…”, Before I could finish, the sting of the belt hitting my exposed backside wracked my senses.
 Tears began once again to stream down my cheeks, and I tried to beg for forgiveness. I could hardly choke anything out. The hits continued, one after another. Sometimes he would stop briefly, and I’d think the ordeal was over, only for him to start again. I would not be sitting comfortably for quite some time.
 Finally, the “professor” stopped.
 “It’s time for you to show me just how sorry you are, slut”, he said gruffly.
 He then dropped me on the ground, stood up, and removed his pants. Meanwhile, madame clasped my hands behind my back and dragged me to my knees.
 “Last week you performed very poorly at this next test, slut. Today we’re going to train you how to suck cock properly, and like it. Now, thank me for the opportunity to suck this man’s cock.” she spoke.
 “But…But…Madame. I am straight, I really don’t like cocks”, I blurted out. I realized now what a horrible mistake that had been, even if I believed it to be true.
 Madame grabbed me by my hair and shoved me into the professor’s throbbing cock. As my face rubbed against it, I could feel his heartbeat as the blood flowed through it. He was clearly enjoying this quite a bit.
 “Slap this slut with your cock”, Madame ordered.
 The professor grinned, and obliged, slapping me across the face repeatedly. While this was not particularly painful, it was horribly emasculating. Here I was, essentially cockless in a schoolgirl’s uniform being slapped by another man’s cock, and there was nothing I could do.
 Madame once again pushed my face into the cock.
 “See that cock, slut? You wish you had one, and unless you learn to love it, you’ll never get to use yours again.” She spat. “I want you to worship this cock, beg for it, and show it all the affection you can muster. Now.”
 I looked at the cock now pressed against my face. I took in the dirty gym sock smell of the professor’s cock and balls, and my eyes teared up a bit. I closed them, and began to lick, reluctantly. I wanted to get up and run, to be anywhere else. But, I also wanted to serve madame. I’d have to do this, I have no choice in the matter. Her will is absolute.
 I started to lick more aggressively. The taste was almost unbearable, but I could do this. For madame, I’d do this. Seeing that I was finally acquiescing, madame opened my mouth and pushed the cock in. I gagged immediately. She slapped me in response.
 “You do not disrespect the cock I am giving you, slut. Now, I want you to worship this cock, because your continued service here depends on it.”
 I tried my best, despite all of my reservations. I gagged, choked, and barely tolerated the taste and smell.
 “What a good slut”, Madame spoke in a praising tone. “Perhaps you’ll become an adequate cock-sucker yet! Now, my dear slaveboy professor, don’t cum yet. We have a lot of work for this slut to do first.”
 The professor grinned, and pulled his cock out of my now aching mouth. He quickly replaced it with his balls, which somehow managed to smell even sweatier. I coughed, but continued to worship.
 While I continued to worship the professor’s balls, Madame spoke.
 “Perhaps we need to make things a bit tougher on this slut. Slaveboy professor, I want you to keep having her practice worshipping your cock. I’m going to go on a quick 15 minute run.”
 The professor nodded, and turned back down to me. “Let’s see just how well you can suppress your gag reflex, you little slut”.
 He grabbed me by the neck, and shoved his cock down my throat. I struggled not to gag, but failed miserably. While I struggled to catch my breath, he slapped me, then forced his cock back down my throat. This continued for the next 15 minutes or so.
 By the time madame returned, my face was a mess of saliva, tears, and what I can only assume was sweat from the professor. He grinned at madame. I now noticed she had not changed or showered after her run. I had no idea what to make of this, but I did not comment.
 “Now, professor. I think this slutty schoolgirl really wants your forgiveness, and I think there’s only one way she can do that. You’re going to need to fuck her.”
 He grinned once again, more so than ever before. I got the distinct impression he enjoyed not being the bottom toy for madame now that I was here.
 Before I had time to process what was going on, I was thrust over the couch madame sat in before, my ass no longer covered by my skirt, pointing vulnerable in the air. With my hands still bound behind my back, I had no way of stopping this.
 “Now now, professor” Madame spoke, “We don’t want to permanently harm our little plaything. Prep it first”.
 He grunted, a hint of disappointment masked in obedience. Suddenly, my exposed ass was warm and wet. He was licking it! In spite of myself, I moaned in pleasure. I may not like having sex with other men, but this still felt amazing. He tongued my asshole, and spun his tongue around the area. Suddenly, madame grabbed my face firmly and spit on it.
 “You do not get to enjoy this slut, it is only for your own safety. Be quiet and prepare yourself to continue to serve me”.
 I nodded meekly, her spit dripping down my face.
 Suddenly, the pleasure stopped and was quickly replaced by a sharp pain. The professor was entering my ass, and quite forcefully. He is considerably more well-endowed than I am, and my tight asshole is not accustomed to this at all. Feeling more pain than pleasure, I held back a yelp. The professor repeatedly pulled himself all the way out, and re-inserted, just to make sure I fully experienced the pain over and over. I was nearly blinded with pain and confusion at this point, and was about to give in and finally yell during a particularly potent thrust, when suddenly I was unable to.
 While I was focused on what was going on behind me, madame had removed her running outfit and placed her ass firmly on my face. It was clear to me now why she had not showered, this was yet another punishment. The smell of sweat was powerful, nearly overwhelming, but also somehow intoxicating.
 “We’re going to play a little game, slut.” She spoke, playfully, “You’re going to make me cum before slaveboy professor over there does. Fail, and well, don’t fail.”
 Shame, fear, anxiety, and humiliation all fought for control of my mind. I could barely believe what was happening here. My face was buried in a sweaty ass. I was dressed like a japanese schoolgirl. I spent the last hour begging for cock and worshipping it. Now, that cock was absolutely destroying my ass while my skirt bounced up and down. What had I become? Is this all worth it? Of course it’s worth it, I have to serve madame. This clicked with me stronger than ever before. I was her slut. I was her thing, her toy. She got to choose what to do with me, and I had to trust she knew what was best. With that, I threw aside my reservations and began to worship her ass.
 My tongue swirled between her smooth, sweaty cheeks. The taste filled my mouth, and while it should have been gross, it was wonderful. I stuck my tongue in and out of her asshole. I savored the tastes and smells, and did my best to please her. I could do this, and I could make madame proud of me. I could…Suddenly, a wave panic flowed through my body. My ass was growing warmer and warmer. I could feel the cum of the professor filling my tight hole, and I could hear his grunts of pleasure and satisfaction. I had failed.
 Madame removed her wondrous ass from my face. It was devastating, and she was clearly disappointed.
 “Oh, toy.” She spoke, an awful frightening tone in her voice, “You did not do what I had asked. You must now be punished.” I gulped, cum dripping out of my ass.
 “To begin with, remember one of my cardinal rules? All male cum must be cleaned immediately. Start with professor slaveboy.”
 I meekly shuffled over to his semi-erect cock. It stunk of my ass and cum. I couldn’t bear to do this.
 “Madame,” the professor spoke, “This student appears unwilling to perform her task. Should I help her?”
 Madame nodded. He grabbed me forcefully by the face and shoved my mouth onto his cock. It was disgusting. I, slowly, fighting my gag reflex, slurped up everything from his cock.
 “Now, the floor”, Madame stated.
 I tried to lower myself gracefully to the floor, but without the use of my arms I fell. If it were possible to be more humiliated, I would have been at this point. I inched over to the pool on the floor like a worm and lapped it up.
 “Now,” Madame spoke, “For the remainder of your punishment. Your cock will remain bound for the rest of this weekend. You will remain in this schoolgirl uniform to remind you of your shame.”
 I nodded, perhaps this punishment wasn’t so bad! Lastly, the professor and I will be reversing our roles in the previous scene. This will continue until you make him cum, simply by licking his ass.
 “But Madame, can I really make him cum that way?”
 “You’d better”, she spoke as the professor spread his ass and brought it to my drenched face. “Or it’s going to be a long night for you.”

Road Head For Mistress and Some Exhibitionism Part 1.

I set forth a very simple list of tasks for you, stupid whore. Why is it you cannot even manage to get these accomplished in the allotted time? I think you must enjoy being punished, I think today we are going to have to dissuade you of any such notions.” You can feel the anger emanating off of me as I press your face into the floor. The tightness of my grip, and my ireful tone guarantee this will not be an easy afternoon. Trepidation and mild fear make your cock surge into hardness and I laugh cruelly at your reaction, delivering a stinging slap to your dangling scrotum.
 “What a little fucking slave bitch you are. Taking cock up your ass like the best of whores, sucking down gobbets of cum, I allow you all your disgusting perversions and how do you repay me? By lazing about all day, wasting my time!” Again, several short punctuating slaps to your balls, these bringing tears to your eyes.
 “Yet here you are, bent over; face in the ground like a worthless, useless cum-dump enjoying the shit out of having your balls slapped by a women. In fact, I spoke out of turn. Who’s balls are these Simon?” Here, I roughly grab your sac into my hand my grip just tight enough to begin hurting. My tone is imperious as I continue. ” Answer, you fucking worthless slut.”
 “Yours, Mistress.”
 “At least you got something right. Now, precisely why wasn’t the list completed by the time I returned?” The list had actually been quite impossible to finish in the allotted time, but you dared not imply that I was being unfair. Shame and trepidation vie for the lead in your twisting stomach.
 “I’m sorry Mistress, I tried really I did.” I make a derisive sound and pull a slotted paddle from a ring on my belt. Three hard blows fall onto your exposed ass, leaving splotchy red marks in their wake and your chest heaving.
 “Not good enough fag-bitch. Why didn’t you finish your chores?” You pause for a moment, your mind spinning, trying to come up with the proper response. “To long.”
 More burning wallops follow this pronouncement, until you are choking down quiet sobs; your ass on fire. My hand reaches down to caress your welts, adoring the shuddering breaths you draw in. I lay the paddle across your heated skin, watching you twitch in apprehension at the touch of the wood.
 “Shall we try this again? You are a stupid worthless slut useful only as far as my humor extends, I gave you a list of chores this morning with the admonition that they would be completed by the time I returned. They were not, explain this to me, cock.”
 “Mistress, please.. I..I spent the whole…” Your stuttering, pathetic explanation is cut short as I resume punishing your ass, making sure some of the paddles strike your exposed scrotum. You dance beautifully beneath my chastisement and my cunt fills with liquid fire at your whorish reaction- hard cock bouncing up and down to your gyrations.
 “Pathetic slut.” The paddle lights fires across your skin every time it descends.
 “Stupid whore.” With every burning imprint the litany of your worthlessness continues.
 “Useless pencil-dicked pervert.” Your face feels as hot as your cherry-red ass with your continued humiliation; perfect shame, only fanning your fierce erection.
 “Cock-sucking bitch.” Again and again the paddle falls, each swat punctuated by a litany of your failings.
 “Incapable of pleasing me… Fails the simplest of directives… Worthless fucktoy… Unable to answer… a simple question.” I pause in my diatribe; chest heaving, my face flushed with desire. The flagging pain finally catches up with your senses and you are barely able to catch your breath, as you moan piteously. “Such a wonderful sound, perhaps now you find yourself capable of answering?”
 “Yes Mistress, please. I am fucking worthless. Use me, punish me. I am nothing more than a cock-sucking slut. I didn’t work hard enough to please you. I am a useless lazy cum-dump and I deserve your punishment. Please.” I tangle my hand through your hair; painfully, proprietorially.
 “Finally you understand, pet. Now that we have that cleared, I believe your punishment can begin in earnest.” You shiver as I begin to fondle your welted ass, my fingers finding your wincing hole with little difficulty. I continue to hold your head, as I explore your body with the ease of familiarity. Causing pain and pleasure in equal doses; until your unsure whether the noises you’re making are a whimpering plea for me to stop or to continue.
 “Since, you so obviously enjoyed your own inability to come up with a suitable response, I have come up with a wonderfully fitting way for you to spend the time, while I prepare for our evening.” I lead you over to the stairs, motioning for you to precede me along the banister-wall. Gauging the railing rising above your head, I indicate you should stop. “Hands above your head, naughty boy and you had better keep them there.”
 Your eyes are curious but you say nothing, as I turn and start up the stairs. Some where above your head I stop, and you feel leather cuffs being secured over your wrists. Your arms are pulled somewhat painfully, as I affix the straps to the post; forcing your to rise up on your tiptoes. You hear me make my way up the remaining stairs and into the bedroom.
 Your wait of a few moments seems a great deal longer when strapped naked to a wall in the living room, almost dangling from a stair railing. Your already punished ass, at first welcoming the cool wall, now was beginning to sweat and itch because of it. You hear me descend the steps and I enter your vision as I approach, a tangle of black leather and metal in my hands.
 “I expect you shall do better obeying this directive, then the last. It’s fairly simple, I so thoroughly enjoyed hearing you debase yourself earlier I would like it to continue while I get ready.” I gesture to the straps and glinting metal, in my hand. “This wonderful contraption will ensure your weak little cock maintains a pleasing aspect for my amusement.”
 You feel me begin to stroke your cock, your head falling back against the wall. It doesn’t take long before it is fully erect. I slide a metal ring over your cock, then three more follow in rapid succession all connected by a thin leather strap with a small ring at the end. The cage fits snugly over your hard cock and isn’t in the least torturous. I produce a small clip with a weight attached to the end and a little bell. These go onto the end of the cage and pulls your cock down slightly.
 “Now if your cock softens that weight will pull it down, the bell will sound, and you will have failed. Which I would make you regret immensely. Try to be creative now, while voicing your humiliation.” I take myself back up the stairs.
 Careful to follow my instructions implicitly, you pitch your voice loud enough that it carries up to my waiting ears. I adore listening to you humiliate yourself for my amusement knowing that your cock is raging hard from the twisting shame in your gut.
 “I am your fucking useless slut, Mistress.”
 Your mind tracks the beads of sweat as they trail down your skin, you feel your cock begin to soften at the lack of attention you’re paying it. The weight on the tip begins to slip dangerously low and you feel your heart begin thundering. Quickly you scrabble to regain the strength of your erection, your mind tearing through the most recent humiliations inflicted on you.
 “Please Mistress, please punish me! I don’t deserve to lick the cum from your holy cunt.”
 Your sagging cock begins to return to it’s former glory as you relive sucking cum from a juicy cock. Adoring every second of your own remembered debasement; the added weight of the silver cage gripping your dick mercilessly, almost feels like a hand.
 With a mind of their own, your hips jerk forward into the air; the salty sting of sweat against your welts, adds the needed fire to your waning desires. You pull against your bonds uselessly, only reenforcing your state of helplessness- driving home your much needed subservience. Hopefully for your sake, not to belatedly, you remember your charge.
 “I beg you Mistress, use me; make me your whore. I beg to serve you, properly.”
 You hear the sound of shower spray from the bathroom upstairs and allow yourself the luxury of picturing my grace. Your abused cock fills the confines of metal and leather encasing it, mentally tracking the fall of water from my breasts; down the flat of my stomach. You ache to wash me, soap my soft skin- adoringly caress every inch of my body, worshiping me with your fingertips. The actuality of your punishment descends, denied the very service that defines you. Shuddering, you continue your verbals abuse.
 “I will do anything you ask, let me please you Mistress. I am your cunt-sucking slut.”
 I take my time, continuing to shower. The minutes stretch by broken only by the sound of your occasional humiliating outburst, seemingly lost into the emptiness of the house. A feeling of repetitious ineffectuality grips you at around the hour mark, and your last self-deprecation falters and falls almost soundlessly.
 Suddenly, hanging suspended from the stair rail, you feel silly. No passersby, noticing your subservience. I, deaf to your continued humiliation, proving your presence unnecessary to my daily rituals. Nothing, save your imagination, maintains your erection. Your devotion to me lagging once again, your cock sinks weakly it’s reaction only hastened by the spreading numbness in your bound hands.
 You feel the cage slipping from the head of your half-flaccid cock, and you almost let if fall; toying with the idea of your mysterious punishment. Attention is attention after all, and you are a pathetic slutty cock. The pervading silence acts as a warning system to my arrival, recalling your drifting attention and the words pour from your dry lips; the reality of my ire waking your shrinking prick.
 “Mistress, please.. I’m sorry… I need you Mistress… I’ll be your good boy. Please…”
 Your head falls to your chest, with the answering silence. Your much-needed response not forthcoming, your tiny cock continues it’s withdrawal. The sounds of my heeled tread down the stairs revives you in no time flat, your voice when it sounds is as full of humiliation and dejection as you can manage to make it.
 “I’m nothing more than your cum-tasting bitch, teach me my place, Mistress. I beg to learn to please you.”
 I come to a stop before you, and you’re careful to keep your gaze locked on my heeled pumps. You caress them hungrily with your eyes, wishing you could kiss their strapped-feminine perfection. Delicate chrome 6in heels angle my foot impossibly, but only add to the beauty of my line; every toe lovingly painted with perfect tiny patterns, the lustre of my skin reflected in the high-shine of my patent shoes.
 “That will be quite enough, Simon.” You feel my hand grasp the base of your cock, my nails biting into the skin of your scrotum as I cup your pride fiercely. “I noticed you managed to somehow, not ring the bell; despite your flagging attitude and lack of exuberance. You may regard me now, whore”
 “Thank you, Mistress.”
 You raise your eyes slowing drinking, in my attention like a thirsty slut. The play of light across my skin warms it’s hue slightly, softening my ivory complexion; though still stark against it’s black leather covering. A single line of sandy hair graces my otherwise shaven, tight cunt. As is my preference to wear, the black corset accentuates my curves, hugging my body like skin. Tiny red laces accent the boning, each ending in small rose; you drink in the smell and sight of my leather clad form, a mixture of shiny patent and natural.
 My dusky nipples are easily visible through the thin fabric of my white shirt, and already hardened to small peaks. You follow the lines of my collar bones, easily distinguishable, to the hollow of my throat, where you can see my pulse fluttering. The angles of my chin cocked just so, to regard you with lazy irritation evident. My full lips, the lower one always almost on the edge of a pout, colored a delicious shiny red; reflecting the light. The curve of my cheek, small straight nose up to my smokey green eyes, framed by slightly arched brows. My waist-length blonde hair is piled on top of my head in a nest of curls, seeming almost haphazard for the time it took to accomplish.
 To busy trying to pour every ounce of chastised submission into your own gaze, you fail to notice my palm approaching your face. As a result the hard slap catches you unawares, snapping your head to the side and leaving a burning hand print across your cheek.
 “What is it exactly you crave cock-sucker? Is it the attention? Do you need an audience for your humiliation and abuse, you pussy bitch? I believe I have the perfect idea of how we might find exactly the kind of attention you so desire.”
 The black permanent marker against your skin feels strange as I mark the words onto you. From the mirror behind me your are able to make out what I am writing, albeit backwards. In stark letters against your skin is the following message….

Road Head For Mistress and Some Exhibitionism Part 2.

I am a SLUTTY attention WHORE.
 Please PUNISH me.
 I have been a bad little CUM-SUCKER.
 Heat stains your skin, the blush crawling from your groin and flushing the background of your message, adding an adorable humiliated highlight to the black script.
 “Turn around and face the wall.” My voice almost purrs at you, satisfaction deepening my alto pitch further. You step forward and pivot on your toes, before pressing your cock into the wall. I resume my writing on your back, starting between your shoulder blades and ending at the crack of your ass.
 “Perhaps one of your tormenters will take pity on you and tell you what the back says, however you might find asking them a bit of a hardship. Face me again.”
 I kiss you deeply, capturing you tongue with mine, teasing your soul up form the tips of your toes to coil in the base of your, once again rock hard, cock. You whimper into my mouth, trying to mold yourself against me; pleading my favor.
 A cruel smile curls mischievously across my lips as I release you and step back, placing an O-gag firmly in your mouth. I reach up and loose the cord tying your hands above you, allowing them to fall limply to your sides.
 On your wrists and ankles I affix leather cuffs with clips attached to the rings, and fit you with a studded cross piece for your chest, featuring a single inch diameter O-ring, as well. You watch in dismay as I pull out a pair of chaps and indicate that I expect you to don them, while I look on in delighted amusement.
 You glance up from buckling the chaps to see me pulling on a red, black and white plaid skirt, I retrieve a riding crop from somewhere on my person and poke it at your chest in emphasis.
 “I should let you know I will be very angry if you lose your cage before we arrive at our destination and I free your cock to your tormenter’s discretion. You may nod your understanding.” You nod slowly your eyes beginning to widen at the understanding I intended to parade you about in public dressed as such.
 “Don’t worry dear, I do plan to preserve some of your prized illustrious identity. The piece de resistance.”
 I slide the gimp hood over your head almost lovingly, considering it’s implications and what the evening still held in store for you. Though you can still see, most of your peripheral vision has been cut off; making you feel as if you had blinders on. The darkness heightens your sense of claustrophobia, making your heart palpitate and your skin feel clammy within the stifling hood.
 “Now turn back around and present your more interesting parts to me.” You turn around and bend over at the waist, spreading your ass open for my view. Initially the lube is cold, but quickly warms to your skin. You grunt so adorably at the first feel of something shoved into your ass, just like a little piggy; this time was no exception, as the large plug penetrates and stretches your hole.
 “Stand and turn.”
 “I motion for you to follow me out the front door and into the waiting night.
 You are too nervous and intelligent to contemplate trying to question me about our destination and for the time, I seem to be concentrating on driving. At the first light we come to however, I turn my attention on you; my focus making your cock twitch re-actively.
 “You’re lucky I allowed you to sit in the front on the ride there, you perverted cunt-licker! I can guarantee I didn’t do it for the titillating conversation, the least you can do is entertain me and perhaps some other curious on-lookers. Why don’t you take off the toy and stroke that useless prick of yours for awhile.” I return my attention to the road while you follow my directive and begin fondling yourself in full view of the passing traffic.
 Your already swollen cock doesn’t take long to flush a deep purple and start oozing precum from it’s tip. I wait until I can hear you panting beside me like a bitch in heat before I address you again.
 “Feed me some of your pre-cum from your fingertip.” You slide your finger up your cock, collecting some of the salty moisture gently on your digit; before depositing it gently on my waiting tongue.
 “Mmmm, good boy. More.” We go on like this for a time, slowly milking your cock and depositing the nectar into my mouth.
 “Enough, you filthy slut. Let go of your little cock, it’s had enough fun; pleasure my cunt.” You slide your hand across my thigh as I let my legs fall open, granting you access to my soft pussy. You hand delves into the folds of my skin with ease, separating out my clit and dipping into my slick hole smoothly.
 You work your middle finger into me like a thin cock, utilizing your dexterity to caress the inner wall of my channel, while the pad of your thumb stimulates my full clit.
 I feel you begin parting and teasing at my cunt lips lightly rubbing and pulling on them. In the brief illumination of the occasional vehicle’s headlights, you can tell my skin is starting to flush with building pleasure.
 You let your other hand rise to my chest to engulf one of my breasts. My hard nipple is unmistakable beneath my shirt and your grip finds it with ease, giving it a deft twist as a hiss of pleasure escapes my mouth.
 As you work to bring me to an orgasm, I focus again on the road in front of me. Something catches my attention off to the right and I turn; meeting the gaze of a very interested looking party. The car has two men in it, probably hung far better than you, my pathetic little fuck. I say as much to you drawing your attention to the car beside us.
 “Button down my shirt and take out one of my breasts to worship for these gentlemen, bitch” You free my C-cup tit to the night and and place your gagged fuck hole over my hard nipple; flicking it with your tongue.
 “I didn’t say stop playing with my cunt whore, can’t you multitask? I’m the one that’s driving for fuck’s sake” Your hand resumes it play with my sopping cunt, building up the pressure with your skilled hands. “Let them see my breast now pet, you wouldn’t want to disappoint.”
 You sit back up, and begin tweaking my wet, pebble hard nipple;much to the delight of the two men in the car next to us. I let my mind overflow in the moment, the dirty Mistress being fondled by her perverted, little bitch, slave boy for a couple of strangers on the road. Your fingers, continuing to drive into my cunt and flick my clit pushing me further to the brink.
 You see my hands flex on the steering wheel right before my orgasm strikes in full. Normally one to soak up every second of pleasure sexual gratification brings, when I am driving such isn’t the case. I keep my eyes open and transferring from the road to the roads other occupants, loving that they can tell I’m cumming for them.

Slave Falls Asleep..

Your mind floats in darkness, fighting to reach the surface of your awareness…
Unable to move or see, confusion reigns; helplessly you struggle for a moment, sure you hadn’t fallen asleep bound and blindfolded.
Panic only increases your frantic movements…
Laughter assails your senses, soft voices spinning circles of hapless conversation…
Mine, and two others you can’t quite make out.
Your mouth is dry and tastes as though it has been filled with wine-soaked cotton. You start to speak, then stop yourself quickly. Realizing, even in your befuddled state, that given your position it would be highly improper, unless addressed first.
You shake your head once to clear it, letting the memories of the day swarm over you; a quiet afternoon spent finishing your late work, my arrival followed by a simple dinner and a little wine, after which things seemed to get a bit foggy- but nothing that would lead to you being tied in bed, unable to see or move. Fully realizing the picture you must make, tied down, blindfolded and squirming; butterflies of shame stir in your belly and you are unable to stop your cock from surging skyward in response.
Not, you think wryly, that your position comes as a particular surprise- considering our bedroom proclivities. Still, your mind searches for a slight you might have given to earn my ire; you keep trying to peel away your memories… still unable to recall exactly how the night ended, if it had indeed ended.
It begins to dawn on you that the room around you has gone ominously silent.
The bed shifts slightly under my weight, as I settle down beside you; my hands caressing your chest, the pads of my thumbs brushing across your nipples. Tantalizing them into hardness, tingles of pleasure turning into sharp pain as I deftly twist. Watching goosebumps crawl over the surface of your skin as I move my attention lower. My breath tickling the hairs leading in a happy trail towards your prodigious cock, hardens it further in anticipation of my kiss. The bed shifts once again as I lean toward your ear instead, whispering softly to your disappointed sigh.
“I like watching you my little pet- when you can’t see me, when you don’t know who else is here observing your whorish reactions.” I pinch your nipple again for emphasis, chuckling as your body arches upward in supplication, and you moan through clenched teeth while my other hand fondles and strokes your hard cock. “I don’t suppose you remember dinner, drinking to much wine; then passing out without even an attempt to satisfy your Mistress, do you cocktoy?”
Struggling to pull your elusive memories to the surface of your thoughts is harder than it should have been, solely from drinking to much wine. Your fairly certain there wasn’t even enough wine present to have caused this reaction. Still unable to work even a glimmer of your prior actions up, you respond.
“No, Mistress… please, I’m so-” A hard slap stymies your apology and rocks your head to one side. I lay my finger into the bow of your lips.
“A simple shake of your head would have sufficed. I was put in a very bad position, Cherry. Here, I had been waiting to fuck that delicious ass of yours all day. We start drinking a little, things start getting interesting; then you start getting all slurry, mumble something about being tired and take yourself off to lie down. Tell me slut, what am I supposed to do in such a situation?” I remove my finger from your lips as a sign you are free to speak.
“I don’t know Mistress, I beg you; punish your disappointing cuntslave, let me work to please you.”
“Why, I believe I have that well underway, as we speak. Thankfully, your Mistress is a rather resourceful women and I came up with a short term solution for myself, until you could be bothered to awaken. Now that you have, I find that I am in need of your services, so we can continue our fun. You do want me to have fun, don’t you?”
You are able to catch a quiet chuckle in the background that is quickly stifled into a cough, humiliation cascades over you following the realization that it sounded very masculine. Your mind churns in an attempt to pinpoint the game I am playing at, unusually slow in it’s processes.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Such a good boy, usually so good at putting his Mistress first, whatever happened this evening?”
“I’m sorry. Please let me make it up to you. Let me lick your cunt, let me rim your ass.”
“Can you blame me for having to call in a little help?”
“No Mistress, of course not. Please it was my fault. Forgive me, Mistress.”
“Hmm well pet, I believe we are going to get a chance to see exactly how important my forgiveness is to your slutty, soon-to-be-cock-filled, ass.” The words of thanks come pouring out of your mouth unbidden, while your mind is still reeling from my prior statement.
“Thank you, beautiful Mistress, thank you.”
“It’s going to be very hard work for you, whore. Until then, I have a little creme-filled delight I believe you will enjoy.” You feel my weight shift, as I climb onto your chest; my legs are to either side of your head without to much preamble, positioning myself just so, over you. You feel the heat emanating off my cunt, as I lower it towards your mouth. Your tongue stretches upward and you crane your neck to bury it in my dripping pussy. My hips raise up as you near my swollen hole, staying just out of reach; teasing my slave.
You let your head fall back as I elude you a last time, before choosing to allow you the pleasure of licking my cunt. Your first taste verifies your growing hunch that I had been fucking someone unknown man, probably shortly before you awoke. Still fresh and very viscous, unmistakably salty and bitter, the cum leaking from my snatch certainly isn’t mine, or female.
“Clean up his mess now, pretty fucktoy. Let me hear you gobble it up.”
Placing your tongue at the base of my hole, you run it to the tip of my clit; going at it like a child with an ice cream. Not quite able to reconcile yourself with the idea you are enjoying another mans cum, part of you relishes every essence-leaden drop; your own twitching, purple, cum-heavy cock giving lie to your weak attempts at dissembling. My voice is cold and unhappy when you hear it.
“Punish the whore.”
Abruptly, your nipple is snatched up in a vice-like grip; large rough hands begin fondling your ass, stretching and probing your sensitive skin. You whimper piteously, and begin pulling at your bonds trying to avoid the angry stimulation.
“Thank him, slut. Thank the nice man for punishing your little ass. Thank him for cumming while you lick his mess out of my pussy.”
“Thank you for pleasing my Mistress, Thank you for punishing this little slut-fuck-doll for not doing so myself. Unh…fuck” Another groan of pain as your nipple is released, only to have the other side punished equally. The masculine presence tormenting your body addresses you for the first time, his voice with a contemptuous edge, but full of obvious desire and arousal. You can feel his breath on your ass as he wets your hole with his spit.
“Fag fuckboy, what kind of man passes out in bed with this hot little twat just waiting to be fucked. I’m going to enjoy showing you a right fucking. If you aren’t going to give one to that lush ass, then maybe you’ll enjoy one in yours.” You squirm in a mixture of shaming humiliation and abject ecstasy, as he probes you deeper with his large fingers; chuckling at your response when he adds another.
You drive your tongue deep into my slippery hole, letting the walls of my cunt muffle your uninhibited sounds; absorbing the pleasure of the moment completely. You feel another weight straddle your chest, and I pitch forward; my hole pulled from your ministrations. Thick male musk envelopes your senses and a deep voice interrupts.
“That mouth of his looks pretty talented. Are you good at eating pussy, slave? Ready to listen to me fuck it?” His cock makes wet noises, that are quickly drowned out by my sounds of delight, as it slides into my cunt; perched inches above your face. “Ahhh, such a tight, hot little cunt. Why you aren’t the one fucking it is past me; but hey, I’m thankful for it. In fact, I’ll even give you a taste- fresh from my cock.”
You feel the blunt wet head of his cock, slathered in a mixture of cum, press against your closed mouth. Shamed and unsure, ever-so-demurely you turn your head to the side. Unexpectedly, a hard hand grips your jaw turning your face forward, and you feel warm breath against the head of your cock. Soft nips against your skin. The stubble on the jaw of your unknown tormenter, is an unfamiliar but not unpleasant feeling against your most sensitive skin.
“This can be very nice for you little cum-dump, don’t be to hasty in your refusal or it might turn unpleasant; consider your position here.” The mouth taunting you, gives in and envelops your swaying, jerking cock. The pent up sigh of utter ecstasy you release is divine, as you seek to bury your cock in his wet mouth. “Good boy.”
Your open mouth is quickly filled, his thick cock is coated in cum- old and new. You gag, involuntarily, as he brushes against the back of your throat. His large hand tangles into your hair, moving your head in a steady rhythm on his cock.
“That’s not so bad, is it now? Don’t be shy.” He gives a slight shake of your head, encouraging you to tongue his cock. You oblige, with growing enjoyment of your abasement; your own cock being slathered over adoringly. Bright light assails your vision as your blindfold is pulled from you. “I want you to watch this, little cocksucker.”
My shaven cunt comes into focus, glistening wetly; two fingers of a burly hand driving into it forcefully enough to rock me forward. Soon though, your vision is filled by a pair of hip thrusting forward. You moan around the salty, sweaty cock spilling pre-cum into your begging mouth.
“I thought you’d like that, dirty whore.” He chuckles as he continues to fuck your face, while you catch momentary glimpses of me cumming all over his pumping hand. The mouth pleasuring your cock gives off and you feel the other man settle between your spread legs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your tight hole. “Ah, I believe my friend shall be taking his, how does that sound cock-slut?”
Your eyes roll back in your head as you feel him pressing forward slowly; stretching your ass. His hand wraps around your shaft tightly, and slides downward- pulling your sensitive skin. With long strokes he rubs your cock, sliding ever deeper into your tight little ass. Sooner than you thought possible, considering his prodigious size, you feel his balls slapping wetly against your skin. His voice is lighter than you expected.
“God… good boy, such a tight fucking ass! You feel so good around my cock.” You moan in appreciation, loving the thick solid feeling of his cock stretching your ass; the heat and texture of his body pressing against yours. The cock driving into your face slows and stops, presenting you with his balls instead.
“I am going to fuck the hell out of your Mistresses wet cunt, while you lick her sweet cum off my balls and the base of my cock.” He drives deep into my hot little pussy and waits for your tongue to begin working on his balls. You give an experimental taste, before committing yourself to the task completely; your tongue tracing the lines and delicate veins of his shaven sac. As he pulls out from my cunt, you slide your tongue up onto his shaft again. Swirling around the base of his cock, before he plunges deep.
Not leaving you out, by any means; matching rhythm and stroke effortlessly, your newly acquainted companion plunders your ass with the utmost pleasurable abandon. You let yourself relax, accepting his hot throbbing cock deep into your ass. Reveling every inch as it drives or withdraws, not really certain of anything past indescribably pleasurable friction, anymore. Licking and sucking cum off a salty ball sack with worshipful adoration.
I drop my head to sneak a glance at you from between my swaying breasts, one of which is caught up in the large hand formerly plundering my cunt. I catch a glimpse of you; your face is a mask of ecstasy, eyes closed in pleasure.
“Such a good little slave boy, my Cherry. I’m so proud of my pet, you’ve taken this very well. I do have to admit to telling them you would be into such a proposition.” You moan in response and apply yourself harder to the task in front of you.
You feel the cock in your ass swell impossibly larger, as it thrusts and can’t stop your own thick member from throbbing in response. Your balls tighten and the muscles in your body tremor, then spasm as the cock in your ass erupts, stimulating you beyond thought. Your orgasm shakes your world, and your ass milks the cock spurting inside you.
The balls, currently enjoying the attentions of your talented mouth, harden slightly and you watch the base of his cock jerk and begin emptying it load in my twitching slit. Abruptly, he slides out of my cunt and finishes spewing his cum all over your face. Your disappointment as he climbs off your chest, is short-lived; as I slide down the length of your body and onto your stiffening cock. I tenderly kitten up the cum all over you; before kissing you deeply, our tongues entwining.
I taste like the best kind of sex, the essence of sweet naughty sex and salty male cum. You groan into my mouth as the cock filling your ass softens and slips out, the two men take their leave. Leaving us entwined on the bed. I release your arms from the cuff and let your grip settle around my waist as I continue to ride your delightful cock. Your voice is thick and hoarse with pleasure.
“Truly Mistress, I am sorry for falling asleep.” My eyes twinkle as I smile down at you mischievously, and give a deep throaty chuckle.
“Oh, I wouldn’t be to sorry if I were you. I got tired of trying to get you drunk enough to pass out, so I might have slipped you half a fast-acting sleeping pill… you know to facilitate the scenario.” I wink at you broadly and you give an appreciative chuckle, driving your cock into my cum-filled pussy.
“I have to say I am glad you did.”