This week has been all about the foot fetish! My boys must know when I've just received a glamorous pedicure, because not 24 hours after my toes were made baby soft, out cam the foot session requests! And my goodness have they been fun...
I already wrote about the first one this week, then yesterday, I had another. The most recent foot session I could do some bondage, so my toy got chained to the wall first thing. He was laid on the ground, wrists chained to the wall, and his feet bound to my suspension unit, wide open, so I could have easy access to torturing his cock, ball, asshole, and all that lays between.
I admit I was not feeling terribly cruel yesterday, so my pet got more "torture" than actual torture. His poor little nipples were clipped, but they just couldn't retain the clips I applied, so I had to discard them. But that just meant I turned my full attention to his cock! I alternated between vibration and smacking. I did crop his cock and balls a bit, but I was feeling really "hands on" and didn't use implements as much as I used my hands and feet.
And did I tease that pet!!! Ha! I straddles him while standing, leaned over his body to torment his cock and balls, and gave him a full view of my ass. Of course he told me how delicious it looked, and how badly he wanted to have it on his face. I told him how wet my panties were from causing him so much distress, and I ran my fingers over my cotton covered pussy and wiggled my ass at him. He continued to beg for me to bring my ass closer to his face, and I continued to tease him by lowering my ass just out of reach of his outstretched neck. I just laughed at his frustration.
I lubed his cock, and sat between his spread legs. I was in a chair, so he had a perfect view of my pussy while I slid my feet all over his cock and balls. I pulled my panties taut between my pussy lips, and he begged for me to give him a peek. As I worked the arch of my feet up and down the shaft of his prick, I kept my thighs open and ran my fingertips over my damp panties. I let him beg some more before I gave him a partial peek, pulling my panties to the side so he could glimpse my glistening flesh for a moment. Ha!
Eventually, I smothered him with my ass, and permitted him to work my clit with his mouth gagged with a pair of my stockings. If he was going to have my pussy smashed onto his mouth, he'd have to work for it, right? Ha ha ha! And he made an excellent effort, fighting against the gag to get ass much of my cunt in his mouth, working desperately to stimulate my clit. And he didn't neglect my asshole, legs, or feet either. He was appropriately enthusiastic and eager to please.
And what a slut when I got him bound to my spanking bench! He begged for his anal play, and promised me all sorts of service if I would just play with his asshole. That little anal slut wanted to get fucked so bad, but once again I had a toy who's eyes were bigger than his...asshole. Ha ha ha. These pets are fortunate I'm knowledgeable enough to know when they're ready for a thorough ass-fucking, and am willing to work them up to it, instead of just ramming into them when they have no idea what they're asking for. Still, he got all the play he needed, and he was gratifyingly trampy, shaking his ass at me, dedicating his asshole to my amusement, offering up his ass for me to turn out for money.
And pleased I was. Truly, it's weeks like this that make me so happy to be a Domme. The give and take I've had with my clients this week has been so rewarding. And the cuckolding inquires are flooding in, making me very excited about the potential for a lot of sensual humiliation. It makes a gal excited to wake up in the morning!
Friday, July 3, 2009
This week has been all about the foot fetish! My boys must know when I've just received a glamorous pedicure, because not 24 hours after my toes were made baby soft, out cam the foot session requests! And my goodness have they been fun...
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
I've had two photoshoots, now offer cuckolding sessions (online and in person), and been learning so many new fun things!
I'm getting into much more electrical play, and am itching to really turn up the juice, so to speak! Heh heh.
And I am so excited about cuckolding play. It has been something I've been looking forward to doing for a while now. I just love the idea of a panting, horny slave, watching me get a rough rogering, and all my pet can do is endure. >:)
Give a look to my website, TheLadyLola.com, to read about my experiences with Big Boss, so far.
Looking forward to hearing from you, and seeing you, soon!
Sunday, May 3, 2009
I didn't think he deserved to have me all Dommed up our first meeting on his return from vacation. I felt that he was undeserving of having his fantasies fulfilled that. I hadn't even received the only task he was given for the 2 weeks he spent away. I didn't think that sort of behavior should be rewarded.
When I met him I wore a black strapless top, denim mini skirt, and high heeled sandals with ankle straps. I didn't bother with panties, but that wasn't for him; it was for my own convenience. I did, however, make up my eyes very dark as a tease for him. He loves that so much! ;)
Upon entering the room, I ordered him to strip. I didn't even grace him with my gaze, I just walked over to the mini bar and began to fix myself a drink. At the sound of the last piece of clothing being folded I turned around, sipped my drink, and told him to put his hands behind his head, and stood there looking at him.He expected me to do something then, but I did nothing but look and sip.
Big Boss bit his lip and waited. He began to feel very uncomfortable. He had to close his eyes because he couldn't stand to view his abject submission. I allowed it...for the moment.
I sauntered over to him, swaying my hips. Still, he didn't open his eyes, but I knew he felt me coming closer. I spoke to him in low tones, murmuring questions to him. I asked him how he felt being completely naked with his fingers interlocked behind his head. Barely audible to me he whispered that he felt small. I asked him if that meant he felt vulnerable, and he could barely get out the "yes". I just chuckled at his passivity...It's so easy to make him pliant...
I ordered him down on his knees, and told him to undress me. I knelt a bit so he could take my top off first, then stood up right so he could unbutton my skirt. I leaned on his shoulders as he slid off my skirt, stepping out, keeping my heels on so I would tower over him.
There I stood, naked, my pussy inches from his face. I grabbed him by the back of his head, and forced his face into my crotch. I made him lick my clit in thick, wide, wet strokes. He looked up at me with his puppy dog eyes, searching for reassurance. I just smiled my wicked smirk down at him, and figured I'd just let him continue to wonder if I was pleased.
I then told him to climb up onto the bed, lay on his back, and to bring his ankles up to his ass. I spread his knees open, and bound his thighs with rope, tying his ankles so he couldn't close them from my prying gaze. I bound his wrists above his head, and he groaned with shame. That made me laugh out loud, and I tweaked his nipples hard to make him squirm. I whispered in his ear that he was my very vulnerable toy now, and I had a new game for him to endure.
I reached under the pillow and retrieved the vibrating bullet I had hidden there earlier. Then I reached for the lube on the nightstand, and greased up my little silver toy, and then his tight asshole. He twisted in his bondage, but I had made sure he wasn't getting away. I slipped the bullet into him easily, and allowed him to get used to it just sitting there up in his ass.
By this point he was as docile as a lamb, and so deep into subspace he'd obey me without even thinking. I untied his ankles and thighs, then rebound him, mummifying him from the top of his thighs to just below his knees. I roped his ankles together and connected them to the foot of the bed, standing back to admire my handiwork. He looked like a caterpillar in a cocoon. :)
I climbed over his body , and sat down gingerly on his face, ordering him to resume worshipping my pussy and this time to be sure to include my asshole in his attentions. I reached for the remote of the bullet, and turned it on low. I felt him buck a little in surprise at the sensation, and I pressed down on his face with my ass to remind him what he was instructed to do. I let the remote go and reached for his rock hard cock. He was leaking cum, he was so turned on. I gave him long slow strokes, every so often turning the speed of the vibrator up a fraction.
By the time I had the vibe at full speed, he was devouring my cunt while moaning so loudly I was sure someone would hear. It made me laugh even harder to see him that state. He would have done anything for me, promised me anything at that point. I made him promise to take me shopping, wherever I wanted before I let him cum in thick ropey spurts, bucking his hips as much as he could while bound to the bed.
I tossed him some babywipes, and walked into the bathroom to take a shower, leaving him to struggle out of his bondage if he wanted to clean up.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I would meet him for a drink at the bar close to the motel we meet in, and slip a drug into his drink when he wasn't looking. As the drug took it's effect, and I saw him becoming drowsy, I'd scoop him up and whisk him away to my dungeon.
He'd be hooded when he became conscious again, and I'd have him naked and bound to a chair with his hands behind his back and legs spread wide. I'd have his mouth duct taped under the hood so I wouldn't have to hear his screaming. I don't need him to answer any questions just yet, I need him to listen.
I'd tell him how he was mine, now. I would say that he was leaving his old life behind, and that the faster he forgot about what he was before, the easier this new life would be for him. I would whisper to him that he was to molded into the perfect serving slave. That he would endure humiliations and pain for my pleasure; that to serve me gracefully and efficiently would be his reward.
I'm sure he would be frightened, and he'd be conflicted about whether or not to resist. But he would be immobilized in bondage, and he wouldn't know where to run to even if he were to escape. His tension and fear would fill me with pleasure, and I can feel my body hum at the thought of his torture.
I wouldn't let him sleep. I'd work on him all night, alternating between bringing him to the brink of orgasm, then dousing him with cold water. I would clip electrodes to his nipples and increase the current until he was bouncing in his chair, then lick at his nipples soothing the pain away. I would be administering the torture, but also be the comfort for him when it was over.
All during his torment I would tell him it was necessary for me to separate him from himself. That he would need to cease to be a human, and to become my "thing". My thing that lived only to do my bidding, to slavishly devote all of his attention and thoughts to pleasing me.
I would put him in chastity, telling him his orgasm were a thing of the past. In his service to me he would forgo cumming, and center all his sexual fantasies around my happiness. He will learn to lick my asshole, my pussy, my breasts, in the way I enjoy. My orgasm would be his goal when worshipping me, and he would submit to this, on command, whenever I desired.
The power, the control, his anxiety gets me off every time.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
As I got ready for the event, we chatted online with him appearing on webcam. I had him stroke himself as he watched me do my hair, apply my makeup, and dress for the performance. Every so often I would tell him to stop and slap his balls. But I didn't feel that was painful enough, so I had him wrap rubberbands around the base of his cock, and continue stroking. Whenever he was getting close to cumming I had him stop stroking and snap the rubberbands. I saw him jump a little in his chair with every pinch of the rubberbands, and I couldn't stop giggling at the state he was in! His cock head dripped with precum despite the pain he was in, and I forced him to gather up the droplets and lick them off of his fingers.
When I finished getting ready, I bent over in front of my webcam, and lifted my dress to show him my garters, stockings, and bare ass. I instructed him to jerk off while continuing to snap the rubberbands, and to cum for me. Big Boss orgasmed while I spread my ass cheeks for him to adore. Of course, he had to eat the offering he made to me!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
I instructed him to masturbate 3 times throughout the day to the pictures.
The first pic he was to jerk off thinking of what my ass smells like, how my silky ass cheeks feel pressed against his face, and the spicy, musky taste of my asshole.
The second picture he was to jerk off imagining the warmth of my piss running down his face and neck, the bitter nectar filling his mouth, and that my pee is marking him as my property.
The third picture he was to jerk off thinking about how I tease him, how I deny him the infinite pleasure of being fully embedded in my pussy, and how he will be displayed to my girlfriends and be shown off as an obedient slave.
At the end of the day he sent me an email informing me he had done as I instructed, and that it had been the best day at work he's had ever! He thanked me over and over, and pledged he would do anything for me, just to have the chance to be with me again.
Monday, March 30, 2009
My little boy loves his bottle, and nuk-nuk. He loves to be cradled in my arms as I tell him stories about what happens to naughty boys who do not have a Mommy that cares for them as much as his Mommy cares for him. Stories like the one I told him Friday as I gave him his bottle after a particularly sever spanking, about a boy who pulled kitties' tails, and wrote on walls, and skipped school. That little boy got a very hard spanking from the judge in front of everyone! How humiliating!
My little boy also loves Mommy's feet. Mommy wears thigh high stockings to work, and at the end of the day her tired sweaty feet need rubbing, and Mommy's little boy is happy to massage Mommy's feet. My baby sucks and sniffs my feet, and I shove them into his mouth stretching his lips wide. And if he's very good, he gets a horsey ride on Mommy's leg, bouncing merrily into bliss.
Even though he is mostly a good boy, he does need disciplining. His teachers at school do not have the power to give him the spankings required to keep him in line, so when he gets home Mommy has to correct all the lax discipline during the day. Mommy puts him over her knees and spanks his diaper with her hand, then her slipper, until my boy is red faced and sweating. I spank him in full view in front of the open windows, so that if anyone passes by they'll know what a naughty boy gets. I tell him that people can hear him being spanked, and they can hear me berating him severely.
He really is a good boy. He just need the loving discipline only a Mommy can prescribe.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
During his last visit I dressed him up in silk stockings, a sheer mesh camisole and panty set, red wavy wig, and a full face of makeup. My little gurl hasn't progressed to wearing heels yet, but he's making great strides in becoming my blowjob princess!
At first he wasn't able to take my strap-on all the way in his mouth, and I've had to work with him alot with relaxing his gag reflex to be able to deepthroat. His little pink lip glossed mouth looks so good swallowing my flesh colored dildo. It makes me want to pound his face harder, forcing myself in until I hit the back of his throat. He licks all over my dildo making it glisten with his spit, and that's when I smack his cheeks with it. I don't let him touch his cock until I get behind him to fill his ass.
I never take his panties off, I just pull them down enough to reveal his pink rosebud asshole. I lube him up and ease my strap-on cock all the way in. He's so tight he squirms and twists, but I make him beg out loud for more. I tell him what a little cock slut he is, and I threaten to make him take a real cock if he doesn't fuck my strap-on with enough enthusiasm. Then I let him touch his hard cock, and he cums all over his panties with me impaling him.
One of these days I really am going to make him suck cock. My pet needs a bit more training before that can happen, but he's gonna be my number one little cocksucker!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Fortunately, I know what to do with him. I told him yesterday that he was going to skip his usual Monday night dinner with the sales managers, and instead reserve a motel room nearby. At first he resisted my directive, but I insisted, and he was helpless to deny me. I told him I would meet him there around 6.
I sped home after work, and changed into a tight black corset that nipped in my waist and pushed up my tits, and my nipples peeked out over the top. I rolled up my best silk stockings and attached them to the garters at the bottom of my corset. I put a black satin g-string on over the garters so I could remove them without taking my stockings off, and slipped into my highest black peep toe pumps. My long black trench coat went covered the whole thing, and I pranced out the door.
My clit was tingling as I drove to the motel, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on Big Boss. I had barely knocked on the door of the motel room, when it swung open to reveal my flushed breathless boss, all nervous smiles and panting excitement.I smiled at him as I strode in unbuckling my coat, letting it fall to the ground. He ran to pick it up and hang it on the pole. I walked over to the table and hopped up onto it, crossing my legs. His eyes were glued on me as I let my shoe dangle off of my stockinged foot. I told him to kneel in front of me and give me a good foot rub.
He was so attentive to my feet, cradling them lovingly and massaging them. I told him he was allowed to kiss my feet, and he placed his lips against my instep, and licked my toes. When I was satisfied that my feet had been thoroughly worshipped I told him that I wanted him to take my thong off of me.
Once my pussy had been bared, I turned around and took him by the back of his head, forcing his face into the crack of my ass. I told him I wanted him to lick my asshole clean, and to get as deep into my hole as he could. I felt his warm wet tongue snake into my asshole, and he licked and sucked my butt spotless. By now my pussy was soaked. All his moaning, and subservience had me ready for an orgasm. There's nothing I love more than to have a powerful man under my complete control.
I told him to lay down on the bed, and I tied his hands behind his head with the belt of my coat. I crouched over his face and opened the lips of my pussy wide. I said to him that he was mine now, as I fingered my hard clit, and that I was going to mark him as mine. I let loose a golden stream of urine onto his mouth and commanded him to open and drink. He didn't waste a drop.
I told him he was a very good boy for taking as much piss as I gave him, and that his reward would be to make me orgasm with his tongue. I lowered my pussy down onto his face and grinded against him. He sucked and lapped at my clit, and shoved his tongue deep into me. I rode his face, rubbing my pussy all over his chin, lips, cheeks, and nose. His face was dripping with my juices, and I came hard all over him, grunting and moaning.
Alas, his own orgasm was not to be. I got up, put my panties and coat on, leaving him on the motel bed, throbbing hard, and covered in the scent of my piss and cum. Lucky little pet! HA!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
When I entered the room he was naked and bowing low with his forehead on the floor. So impatient was he to get my hands on his ass, he lifted it up to me when I walked around him. I told him he had a hungry little asshole, and that if he wanted attention there, he would have to earn it.
I proceeded to spank him with my hand, creating an even pinkness all over his cheeks. But that was hardly satisfying for me. I moved to a long narrow leather paddle, and slapped across his ass, and that's when his skin began to truly glow. I could feel the heat radiating off his smooth ass, as I raked my nails all over the freshly abused flesh. He squirmed and wriggled, so I gave him a few more whacks to settle him down.
I stepped around his body and placed the tip of my shoe in front of his forehead, and commanded him to thank me for my kind attention. He slathered my pump with kisses, and cleaned them with his tongue to a gleaming shine. He cradled the heel in his hand, and gratefully placed kisses from the sole to the top of the heel.
I allowed him to run his hands up my legs, and he exclaimed at how shapely my calves were, how soft the skin on my thighs are. He was nearly in tears with awe, and rubbed his face up and down the entire length of my legs, snuggling and nuzzling like a child.
I stopped him from further worship, and instructed him to get on top of the leather horse. I bound his wrists and ankles in leather cuffs and attached them to the horse with a puppy pad under his rock hard cock. Again, the little ass slut wriggled and writhed, aching for me to finger his starving asshole. I decided he had shown me the appropriate amount of deference, in words and deeds, and reached for a latex glove and some lubricant.
After I juiced his little pink rosebud up, I entered him with one finger. My little boy was very tight, and I worked him in and out very deeply. He couldn't control his thrusting, and was soon working his asshole on my penetrating finger. I told him what a slut and whore he was. How filthy he was, and how I was going to make him suck cock eventually. I threatened to take his ass in front of a room full of Domme friends of mine. He went wild for the idea of being my forced bi-slut. He moaned, and I slapped him across the ass as he exploded all over the puppy pad, screaming with his release.
My pet was so grateful, and impressed with the skills of his Mistress, he booked time with me again right away. I was more than happy to indulge him, since he was so well behaved. My good little pets always receive special attention.
Monday, March 16, 2009
But then I realized I'm in charge of this, so I took a giant leap forward.
At the end of the day on Friday I walked into his office and said I needed to speak to him, and closed his door. I sat in the chair in front of his desk, and said that I believed he had something of mine.
As I said this, I spread my legs open and showed him my bare pink slit. I wanted him to see everything, every crease, every rosy pout, the dampness of my pussy. I ran my hand up the inside of my thigh, and tugged on the graters at the top of my stockings, and spread a little wider. He couldn't take his eyes off me as he reached inside of his desk and pulled out the little scrap of red silk I had left in his office.
I told him to come around the desk and hand it to me. And his face got a little red as he walked around towards me. I didn't close my legs when he reached out to hand me the balled up fabric in his hand, but I didn't reach for the panties. I told him to get down on his knees in front of me, and to be honest, I wasn't sure he would. And then there he was, on the floor, his face a foot away from my spread pussy. He was getting a very good long look as I continued to run my hands up the inside of my legs, over my nylons, and slipping my fingers under my skirt.
He licked his lips when I told him I wanted him to slip the panties onto me. I held up my left leg, my foot right in his face, and he hooked the undies around my ankle. I lifted up my other foot, and he repeated with the other side. I stood up in my high heeled pumps, bringing my pussy right in front of his face. His nose even bumped my clit, and I'm sure his head filled with the scent of my desire. I held up my skirt, and he pulled the panties up over my soaked slit.
I turned around to give him a nice view of the seams in my stockings and my round ass, and told him to adjust the thong in the back so it went straight up the crack of my ass. I could feel his fingers shaking as his fingertips brushed along the smooth crack of my creamy ass, and I bent over to open my ass up a bit. I let my skirt drop when I stood back up, thanked him for returning my panties, and left him there on the floor with a raging hard on pressing thru the front of his pants!
O how I love "Casual Friday"!!! Ha!
Friday, March 6, 2009
I knocked on Big Boss's office door just as everyone was leaving for lunch to "give him some files", that he didn't really need. We chatted for a second, all innocently, tho I did lean over the desk a bit to give him a look at my cleavage. When I was walking to the door to leave, I dropped my pen, and bent at the waist to give him a good view of my stocking covered legs and bare ass. I wanted to make sure he saw the red thong, so I spread my legs a tiny bit. I heard him gasp as I closed his door behind me! Heh heh!
It turned me on so much to tease him that I played with myself in my car. But I couldn't stop thinking about it, so I played with myself again in the restroom a little later. Then I got an idea, and wiped my pussy with the thong and put them in my purse.
Before I left work I left my soaked thong on the chair in his office! I wish I could have seen the look on his face when he found my underwear in his seat, just imagining him taking them into his hand and sniffing them turns me on. I can just imagine him wrapping them around his cock and jerking off into the red silky material. I hope he gives it a huge load!!!
Thursday, March 5, 2009
My clients are busy running their businesses and firms, and they travel alot for their work. They come in when they make time to submit. It may come as a surprise to some, but being a Domme can be lonely sometimes. But not for me, and that's because of my online pets.
I'll give you an example. The other night after a session in the dungeon, I was still feeling that rush of adrenaline I always get when I have a submissive under my complete control. I figured I'd go unwind with a drink at the lounge nearby. So, there I am, body humming with energy, feeling vibrant and excited about the playtime I had just experienced, and no one to share it with. I just wanted to tell someone how much fun I had had, how my slave had begged for more body worship, pleaded with me to let him cum. But I was alone.
I was ordering my second drink when my phone buzzed in my bag, and I pull it out, and it's one of my online tributers. And we had the best time chatting and laughing as I regaled my slave with the games I had played that evening. My online slave and the slave I had sessioned with have similar interests, so my pet was practically panting by the time I was finished whispering how deeply I had penetrated my sub, and how I had made him yelp with his cock and ball torture, and desperate he sounded when he was denied an orgasm.
It was wonderful to have my pet on the other line telling me how he couldn't wait to see me online again, how grateful he was when I gave him my time on the phone. He worshipped me from afar with praise of my beauty and my skill. He really is a very charming little pet, and he's sending me a new latex outfit that I'll be wearing in some new pix coming soon. He's such a good boy.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
My lover follows me into my bedroom, not even bothering to glance at the pitifully eager slave at the foot of my bed. My pet peeks over the footboard to stare at the enormous erection my lover is displaying. If my slave’s cock wasn’t bound up in a plastic chastity cage I’m sure he’d be stroking his pathetic little flap of flesh. My pet is practically drooling with desire. Too bad for him!
“Come, my love,” I whisper to the tall strong man before me, “Kiss me.”
I pull my lover close to me on the bed, and devour his mouth with mine. He kisses me back with passion, and off in the distance I hear my pet squeaking sadly. I ignore my pet, and reach out for the rock hard cock of a real man. My lover moans against my lips, and squeezes my breast, rolling my nipple under his finger, and then it’s my turn to moan.
“You see this, pet?” I shoot over my shoulder, not taking my eyes of the broad shoulders and muscled arms of my lover, “This is what a true man can do to a woman. This is how a man turns a woman on. He’s strong, where you’re weak. He’s hard, where you’re soft. He’s eager, where you’re timid. You’ll never have what he can have, because you’re just a wimpy little sissy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Miss,” my slave replies in a lispy little voice, “This slave is not worthy of you, Miss.”
“That’s correct, little pet. Now, get over here and hold this massive cock still so I can climb onto it.”
I hear the clanking of my slave’s chain leash as he crawls around to the edge of the bed to perform his final service of the evening. I lay my lover gently down onto the bed, keeping my eyes locked on my lover’s fierce and hungry gaze. His mouth is set in a confident smirk, and I can sense my slave’s hand snake between my thighs to hold my lover’s cock in place for me. My cunt is soaked, and my pet is so close I’m sure he can smell my arousal. If my little slave doesn’t smell my juicy pussy, I have no doubt he feels it. I’m dripping down my legs with desire.
I slowly pierce myself, relishing the first entry. My slave is not allowed to let go until I’ve fully embedded the entire shaft in me. I tease my desperate slave by using my incredible willpower to keep from going all the way down. I work myself up and down slowly, driving my lover into frenzy. I take pity on my lover, certainly not my slave, and slam my ass all the way until I’m sitting on my lover’s rigid thighs.
My slave slinks away, back to the foot of the bed to watch. I know without looking that he’s uselessly humping the air; sighing without relief. I quickly leave thoughts of my pet behind as I continue to work my lover’s cock, seeking my own orgasm; the frustrated tears of my slave falling on deaf ears.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
When we got to the mall, our first stop was the cosmetics store so we could choose the perfect colors for our new gurl. Both Ms. S and I have worked as estheticians, so we knew we needed to start with Kay's make-up and skin care first. Kay could barely control her excitement when she saw all the colors there were to choose from, but we steered her first to the appropriate skin care products and proceeded to educate her on the proper way to cleanse and care for her type of skin. After that we allowed her to pick out her make-up, advising her along the way about the best shade to compliment her coloring.
Next was the shoe store. Kay is fortunate in that she posses relatively small feet, and we were able to find her two pairs of shoes that fit her beautifully. The first pair has a low heel, that's going to be her "practice" pair so she can learn how to walk in heels. When Kay first tried them on and attempted to walk down the aisle Ms. S and I couldn't help giggling at her awkwardness. We teased her that she would have to do alot of chores in her new heels in order to improve her gait. Kay's other pair of new shoes she'll have to work up to. Those are her "inspiration" shoes, a pair of red platforms with little ankle straps. So cute!!
Kay looked so proud and giddy following Ms. S and me and to the wig store. Kay swung her bags and pointed at all the things she was going to get once her transformation progressed. Ms. S and I reminded her she still had a long way to go, but we encouraged her enthusiasm (Kay is so adorable!). At the wig store we decided that Kay need a full wig until her hair grew out, and then we could get her some clip in extensions. We left the store with a fantastic wavy blonde wig that fell just past Kay's shoulders.
Ms. S and I had saved the best for last, and we made our way to the lingerie store. I could see Kay's clit pressing against her pants making a slight bulge when she began to touch all that silk and lace. She grew quiet, and reverently ran her fingers across satin panties, lacy bras, and sheer garters. We chose a pair of see thru white panties and bra set and a satiny black bra and thong set with lace on the edges for when she needed to look slutty.
As we made our way to the check out counter Kay looked over at the garters longingly, and we just couldn't resist getting her a pair. We let her pick out which ever one she wanted, and she chose a pink mesh garter skirt with darker pink bows at the hips. She'd obviously been listening when we had told her that pink was a good color for her ( very good gurl!). Of course now she needed stockings, and we picked out one pair of nude nylons and a black pair with seams up the back because every gurl needs a pair of seamed stockings!
When we got home we had Kay give us a fashion show of all her new things. She pranced around the house in her new lingerie and practice heels. Ms. S and I giggled and teased Kay when she danced sexy for us to the music on the stereo, and we tried to teach her how to move like a lady. Kay's going to have to work on that!
We didn't allow her to try her make-up on yet, but we did show her how to use her new skin care cleanser and moisturizers. Soon we'll be able to move on to her cosmetics and hair removal, but she must be patient, and we have to be sure she retains the basics before moving on to more advanced training.
Keep your fingers crossed for our gurl, Kay!!
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
“Mistress has entrusted me with your inspection, and I do hope you’ve been attentive to your preparations before coming to see Her,” I say in a clipped, no nonsense tone. I lean over, my face hovering near his ear.
“I have a lot to do, so let’s get this over with. Open your mouth,” and I peer at his teeth, checking for a freshly brushed, minty fresh mouth. I run a latex gloved finger over his teeth and I’m satisfied he’s at least seen to his dental hygiene. Next, I draw my hand across his cheek, and he’s been recently shaved with no discernable growth.
“Very good, piglet. Now, stand up, and arms up,” and I bind his wrists to the cinch overhead, after making sure his nails are clipped short. I throw the switch, sending him stretching up into the air. I give his underarms a sniff, and again he’s followed instructions to ensure Mistress is not assaulted by his unclean body. I pat his head approvingly before turning my attention to his cock.I grasp the pitiful piece of meat dangling between his thighs, twisting it to the left and then to the right to make sure he’s washed thoroughly.
“Well, piglet, you’ve washed, but I see you haven’t seen to the unruly bush surrounding it. Do you think Mistress has time to look for your tiny penis in all this? What if She wants to bind up your tiny penis? How will She find it?”
I walk to the cabinet in the corner and retrieve a pair of stainless steel scissors. The blades are long, sharp and glinting in the light. With the scissors closed, I run the cold metal along the inside of his thigh. He flinches when he feels the tip of the blades come up against the shaft of his cock, which is beginning to come alive. It stiffens as I press the scissors slowly into the delicate skin. Mistress wouldn’t allow me to break the skin of Her pets, but he doesn’t know that. I decide to have a little fun with him for making me have to do extra chores.
“Oh, little piglet, you like the fear, do you? Does that excite you? You’re little cock is getting very hard. I bet you wouldn’t be so hard if I decided to cut it off, would you?” I ask him laughing. I see him biting his lip, and I open the scissors with a scrape. He jumps a little, startled, and it makes me laugh even harder to have him in such a vulnerable position.
“Alright, piglet, enough of this playing. I have too much to do to waste more time for games with you. Spread your legs,” and I quickly and methodically clip away the extra pubic hair around his stiff little cock.
“Don’t think Mistress won’t hear about this, though” I tell him, chuckling.
After I inspect his toenails, and make sure his toes were free of fuzz from his socks, I lower the cinch and unclasp his wrists, telling him to get down on all fours. I walk back to the cabinet and remove a bottle of lube. I squeeze a generous amount onto the gloved fingers of my right hand, smearing them so they’re shiny and slick.
“Open your legs, piglet. Wider! Yes, that’s it. You had better have cleaned that tight asshole of yours, piglet. I do not have time to cleanse you this morning, and if I have to waste time tending to your filthy ass, I will not be pleased.”
I lean over and spread his cheeks open wide. The piglet has neglected to remove the hairs from his asshole, and I make a mental note to address that later, but now I have a more immediate task. I slide my greasy index finger into his hole, slowly at first, getting past his squeaky sphincter. I hear the piglet catch his breath, and I tell him to exhale slowly as I ease my finger deeper into his rectum. I don’t feel anything, and he seems to be clean, but Mistress wants me to be thorough.
I slip my index finger out, and reenter him with two fingers this time. I’m not as gentle with him as I am with the first finger. I enjoy the embarrassment he must be feeling. It’s one thing to submit to his Mistress, but when piglets have to subject themselves to my ministrations, they’re all the more humiliated. Mistress and I take much pleasure in the shaming of her slaves.
I work my two fingers in and out of the piglet’s ass, and I can feel him squeezing around my hand. The moans escaping his lips are low and whimpering. I feel nothing as I press in as deep as my fingers can go, and I’m satisfied that the piglet has prepared his internals for Mistress. I extract my fingers with a pop, and whip off my glove with a snap.
“Well, piglet, I’m relieved you’ve cleaned yourself out, but you seem to have a problem with your hairs back here. Do you have some sort of mental block where pubic hair is concerned? Mistress does not want to see you scraggly little asshole hairs when She turns her attention to your ass. It’s disrespectful.”
“This is one more extra chore I’ve had to perform because of you. Hold those hairy ass cheeks open wide for me while I fix you up properly for Mistress.”
The little piggy spread his ass apart, while I gathered the alcohol, tweezers, cotton, and another pair of gloves. After I pulled my fresh pair of gloves on, I swabbed the tweezers with the alcohol, and then wiped the cotton around the puckered hole of his ass, cleaning off the lube. The piggy only had a few hairs, maybe ten in all, but that was ten too many for Mistress. Little piglet was going to feel every one of those hairs removed from his tender asshole.
The first hair I pulled very slowly and the piggy gave a surprised yelp at the sharp lingering sting. I could hear him hiss and sucking in a breathe between clenched teeth when I immediately swabbed the open follicle with the alcohol soaked cotton. Smirking, I continued the plucking of his hairy ring; repeating the process of drawing out each hair achingly slow, followed by a stinging swipe of cotton.
“It is not your place to make more work for me, piglet,” I told him, cleaning off my tweezers and replacing them in cabinet. “I’m not going to let you forget about your thoughtlessness. Place your hands back onto the floor; I’m not done with your ass, yet.”
I select a long, narrow leather covered paddle from Mistress’s extensive collection hanging along the wall. It gives a satisfying smack when I test it against my hand, and the little piggy twists on all fours in front of me. I can see his pitiful cock swollen with pained desire bobbing between his legs. I doubt Mistress will be allowing such a disobedient slave any release today. I’ll be giving him a good warming up for the punishment he’ll be receiving for his neglectful grooming.
I give him a couple of swats with my gloved hand, but he doesn’t deserve a good slow build-up, so without pause I bring the paddle down onto the pink flesh of his ass. The cracking of leather on skin echoes against the walls, and I wait a moment to let that soak in before pulling back and delivering another full strength blow. The piggy grunts, as pig’s do, but I have no sympathy for a slave who doesn’t pay attention. I aim for his sweet spot with the next swing, and I’m answered with a barely muffled whimper from the piglet. I rake my nails over the freshly abused skin; bring up streaky welts despite the blunting latex of my glove. I administer a few more hard spanks over the newly raised marks before I realize that I have more important things I need to be looking after. Mistress would not want me to put off my other duties to correct this slave.
I balance the paddle across the pig’s rump saying, “I advise you not to move while you wait for Mistress. Mistress will be informed of your transgressions,” I repeat “And She will ensure that you won’t be so absent- minded when it comes to prepping yourself for service.”
I have performed as a submissive for many accomplished Mistresses, and they have begun to encourage me more and more to explore my Dominant side. It has become clear to them that I have a natural intuition for what a submissive desires, and that it will be an asset to me in the future. I expect there will be stumbles along the way, but I have always seen mistakes as an opportunity to improve. My Mistresses assure me that my accomplishments will far outweigh my missteps. Education never ends.
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