Big Boss Gets His Reward

I wanted to come here and write about this as soon as I got home, but I was so exhausted I just layed out on the bed and passed out...Heh heh

Last night Big Boss and I met at the motel again. This time I had brought along a little toy to incorporate into our play. Actually, not a little toy a big one, my hitachi wand. I wore a very tight black tube dress that hugged all my curves and a pair of sheer black thigh high stockings, and open toe patent leather pumps. I stuffed an extra pair of nylons in my bag with the vibrator along with a bottle of lube. I ordered Big Boss to strip as soon as I entered the room, and told him to place one of the chairs at the foot of the bed. I bound his hands behind his back with the spare nylons, and I whispered in his ear that he had been very good with his chastity so far and I was going to reward him for his obedience.

I dripped lube onto his semi-erect cock and grasped his shaft, and he instantly became fully hard. I pumped his cock and continued to coo into his ear what a very good boy he was, and how pleased I am that he's so responsive to his Mistress's touch. I released his cock and sat on the foot of the bed. I spread my legs wide revealing that I had gone pantyless, and pulled my hitachi from my bag. When I plugged it into the wall I was sure to bend all the way over giving him an excellent view of my firm round ass and pink pouty pussy lips peeking from between my stocking clad thighs.

I was already moist by the time I returned to the bed. I ran my nylon covered feet up the inside of his leg, and smashed his balls against his groin with my left foot while I stroked his cock with my right. He was groaning, his eyes locked onto what my feet were doing. His cock was red with with desire, I could feel him throbbing thru his skin, and my clit throbbed right along with him! ;)

I reached for my vibrator, set it on low, and lodged it under his balls. I stood beside him, and instructed him to pull my stockings down with his teeth, sliding his face along my creamy soft legs all the way down to my toes. Once my stockings were rolled down I tied his ankles to the chair with them, sat back down on the edge of the bed. I shoved my toes into his mouth, instructed him to suck and lick them, while I used the vibrator all over the shaft and head of his now purple cock. He bucked his hips up and down and begged me to touch him with my hands, too. I just cackled at him!

I told him it turned me on to see him so helpless and frustrated, and I removed the hitachi from his crotch and placed it on my clit. He continued to worship my feet while I rubbed the vibrating head of the wand all over my soaked pussy, easily coming to a shuddering orgasm as he watched.

I took a moment to catch my breathe and then I reached for Big Boss's cock to give him some relief. It only took a few strokes , and when I ordered him to cum, his cock released my well deserved offering into my hand. I lifted my sperm soaked fingers up to Big Boss's mouth and made him consume every drop. He eagerly lapped up all his cum, and I patted him on the head and repeated that he was a very, very good boy.

My Baby Boy

I have been having some wonderful times with my newest baby boy. He's normally very well behaved, and he tries to be a good boy, but sometimes he need the type of discipline that only Mommy can give; loving nurturing correction to ensure his continued obedience.

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.

No Tell Motel

Trying to get some time alone with Big Boss is difficult. In an office full of gossiping women, it's been proving difficult to seduce him without the prying eyes, and flapping lips, of the peanut gallery. In order to be alone with Big Boss, I'd decided to set up a date with him via emails. At first I was just flirting and teasing him, sending him cellphone pics of my panties, my lace covered breasts, and little peeks of my pink pussy taken in the stall of the ladies room. He responded with pleas to send more, and then begging me to stop, and then begging for more again. Heh heh. Poor man, doesn't know what to do with himself.

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!

Sissy Shopping

Yesterday afternoon a Domme friend of mine, Ms. S, and I were chatting on the phone about a novice sissy, Kay, who is interested in femininity training. It seems that the young ladie has been harboring these desires for years, but owing to living with a large family in an extremely conservative part of the country, she's been unable to fully express her true self. We felt she needed our help, so we decided that we needed to take her shopping.

Yay shopping!!

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!!

She Works Hard For The Money

So, I'm embarking on a new adventure in life. Putting my best patent pump forward, so to speak, and stepping out into the world as a Pro Domme. Change can be a scary thing, but I am very excited about the experiences and new slaves I'll be meeting!

In my vanilla life, I do administrative work. I've been "temping" in an office now for a few days a week for about 5 months. I say "temping", because I think they'll end up keeping me much longer. I think my boss's boss may have a bit of a thing for me. I don't have too much one on one contact with him, but about once a day he finds a reason to have to come to my cubicle.

Now, there's absolutely no reason for someone so high up in the office hierarchy to have to speak to me, but he pops in to say "Hi", or ask how I'm getting along. I'm polite, cheerful, and courteously brief. But he lingers...

Lately, I've taken to only wearing skirts to work. And all last week I only wore stockings, instead of pantyhose. Even my long skirts have a little walking slit up the back, so I know that when I'm crossing my legs, or leaning over my desk the tops of my stockings show. When he came to visit me on Friday I gave him a little something to think about over the weekend! ;)

As he was chit chatting, I repeatedly crossed and uncrossed my legs, making sure he got a nice long view of my legs from my calves up to the gartered nylons at my thighs. His voice got a bit quieter at that, and his eyes were trained on those nylons.With that reaction I couldn't resist spreading my legs a bit to give him a glimpse of my soft inner thigh.

I wonder if he thought about me while he antiqued with his wife, or whatever it is he does with his family over the weekend.

I've been wet thinking about that encounter all morning. He hasn't made his daily appearance at my cubicle yet. I haven't quite figured out what I'll do to tease him today...