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. 
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!
Showing posts with label torture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label torture. Show all posts
Friday, July 3, 2009
Weak For Feet
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Kidnapping Big Boss
I have been having this recurring fantasy about kidnapping Big Boss and making him my slave.
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.
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, March 4, 2009
Humiliated Cuckold
I hear the whimpering even before I walk thru the door. I know I will find my little pet chained to my bedpost, curled up on his blanket. It’s Friday evening, and he knows that means he’s in for a sleepless night suffering blue balls…I love Friday nights.
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.
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.
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