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Dear HighSpikes Mistress Alaya Our First Meeting I arrived on time at 2.30 sharp. I was very nervous but also very excited about our first meeting. You answered the door, greeting me warmly with a friendly "Hello julian, do come in". "Thank you" I replied as I stepped inside. Dressed normally in a pair of trousers and a blouse, although you still look absolutely gorgeous, you catch my eye wandering over your body and smile. "How was your journey?" you inquired. "Fi-ine thank you…er" I stammer. "Yes?"’ you stare at me quizzically. "Sorry I’m just not sure how to address you", I reply. You smile, and look into my eyes; I fidget a little under your gaze reddening slightly "Oh, I think you should start to call me Mistress now don’t you." I nod my agreement "Yes…Mistress." "Good boy, now can I offer you anything to drink or eat?" you ask. "No I’m fine thank you Mistress, I’m a bit too nervous to eat!" You let out a little laugh, "Good, then I can start making some use of you." "Go up stairs and enter the first room on your right" you command. "Once your there remove your clothes and wait for Me…on your knees slave" "At once Mistress!!" "Good boy" you reply, and I quickly go upstairs, my mind is spinning, hardly able to believe that this is all happening. As ordered I remove all my clothes, and get on my knees. My excitement is evident which makes me a little embarrassed, however as ordered I wait on my knees position in anticipation. After about 10 minutes I'm beginning to wonder what has happen, I go over what was said, trying to figure out if I was in any way out of line, even my excitement, so obvious five minutes ago, is now on the wane. Suddenly you enter the room, your wearing black high heels, hold-up silk seamed stockings and a tight black leather dress which seems to enhance your ample and beautiful bosom. You notice the relief flash across my face as you enter, you also notice me taking you in – my eyes wide with desire. You smile, noticing my once again excited state. "You weren't getting bored waiting for me were you slave?", you ask. "No Mistress!!!"
"Good boy, if I want you to wait you will…and I’m sure
you’ll agree I’m worth it won’t you slave?" you say in a
saccharine tone. "Good, now let’s get started, put your hands behind your back slave" you order. I do as I’m told, you walk around so you’re behind me, bend down and slip a pair of hand cuffs over my wrists, tightly closing them. I can feel your breasts against my back, suddenly I feel your lips brush over my ear, I feel your breath on my neck "You are mine now, slave" you softly whisper in my ear. You return to standing in front of me, you extend one of your feet which you gently slide up and down my shaft – I let out a small groan. You remove your foot. "Now slave would you like to kiss your Mistresses feet?" I nod and stammer "yes please Mistress." "Good, well go on then slave" you laugh. I lean forward, nearly losing balance; with my head bowed I reverently place a gentle kiss on each of your feet. "Good boy" you purr. I straighten a little so I’m back on my knees before you. "Now I would like you to kiss my ass slave", and as you say this you turn around so your facing away from me, you bend over slightly so your beautiful behind is at the right height. Again I reverently place a gentle kiss on each of your cheeks. You turn around again, giggling. You gently stroke my face, "It’s so nice to have a guy quite literally kissing my ass" you say softly, with a slightly mocking tone. You walk over to the bed on the other side of the room and sit on the edge. "Stay where you are slave, and watch!" You open your legs giving me a great view; you begin to masturbate yourself with your right hand. You notice my gaze, locked onto your hand as if hypnotised by it. Once you are satisfied you’ve got my attention you lay back. After some time you sit up and look over at me, my excitement is obviously apparent, I look at you with pleading eyes, "Not yet slave" you tell me. You get up from the bed and walk back over to me. You wipe your hand under my nose and then push your fingers into my mouth – In a soft voice you say "Taste your Mistress", you work your fingers in and out of my mouth until they are clean, "good boy." "Please may I come Mistress?" I plead. You look at me with mock-shock, "does my slave wish to come?" "Yes please Mistress!!!" I beg. "Well slave, that is a gift you have to earn, and I don’t think you’ve earned it yet do you?". Your eyes stare down at me, unable to hold your gaze I look to the floor and murmur "No Mistress" "That’s right my slave, and now you will have to be punished for your insolence." "Aren’t I a kind Mistress to teach you so well slave?" you ask sternly, but with a twinkle of humor in your eye. "Yes Mistress!" "Good boy, now go over to the bed, but don’t stand up" I struggle over to the bed on my knees, as you command "Lay your upper body on the bed slave….so that your ass sticks out." I do as I’m told, as you say "Lift your ass higher slave". I feel you hand softly caress my behind, ‘Now hold tight slave’ I feel a whip being run down my back and then suddenly whack! You begin to flog me with the whip; I make some small moans as you tan my hide vary soft caresses with harsh hits. Once your satisfied that I have been punished you again softly stroke my now very red behind. "Now slave back on your knees, just in front of the bed here’ As ordered I lift myself off the bed and return to my knees, you sit on the bed just in font of me. You place a hand on the back of head pulling me toward you "Now pleasure me, my slave’ I gently kiss the inside of your thighs working my way up.. "Lick me slave’ you order I begin to lick you as ordered, softly and slowly to begin with, but I feel your hand on the back of head, pushing me into you, I begin to lick harder and faster. Once I have satisfied you, you release me. I sang visibly, a little worn out by my exertion. After a couple of minutes rest you lift my chin with your foot and purr "I’m not quite finished with you slave’ "Get back onto the bed…on all fours’ I sense your movement behind me, suddenly I feel something cold being rubbed into my behind. This stops as suddenly as it started, from my position on the bed I try to glance behind me, you notice me straining to see what your doing "Curious slave?’ you ask innocently; Your on the bed behind me fastening a strap-on; you smile at me wickedly "I take this is the first time someone has used one of these on you? "Yes Mistress’ I answer, my voice giving away my nerves "Don’t worry slave I’ve used plenty of lubricant’ With that you move out of sight, I feel you holding onto my hips – the strap-on pushes into me. I let out a small groan, moving slightly away from you. "Hold still slave’ you tighten your grip on me, pulling me back on to you. Once your satisfied you have me were you want me you begin to move your hips, I again let out a moan. You pull the hair on the back of head gently, my back arches a little. You lean down so you can whisper into my ear. "Do you like this slave?’ you ask as you pump in and out of me I groan, "Tell me that you like your Mistress to fuck you slave’ you tease. "Say it!’ I stammer a little, finally getting out.. "I love my Mistress to fuck me..’ "Good boy’ you say with a satisfied tone. Your hand slides under my body, you stroke my chest and run your hand down my flat stomach to my groin. You begin to tease me sexually, you can feel how hard I’m am and how much I need to come. "I think your ready slave." "Yes Mistress’ I say, not really understanding what I’m agree to. You gently pull out of me, "Roll onto your back slave’ I do so quickly, you unfasten the strap on. Looking me straight in the eye you unzip your dress. You quickly straddle me. I gasp as you slide down onto me; you’re so hot it burns. You begin to gyrate your hips, you reach forward twisting my nipples as you gyrate above me, a cruel but pleasurable look on your face. I finally come, letting out a slight cry as I do so. "Did you enjoy that slave?’ you ask I can only nod in reply….. The end
SOPHIA’S STORY, by Madam Raison D'etre And so my day begins............... Lacing my black satin, bejewelled Parisian couture corset pulling my waist tightly into 26 inches of pure feminine hourglass sensuality. My bosom heaving, tightly nestled with the most magnificent cleavage, my seemed sheer black fully fashioned nylons elegantly encasing my long curvaceous legs reaching from my size 6 beautiful pedicure feet slipped inside black exquisitely high patent leather steel heeled open toe shoes. I could clearly see the crimson red nail polish that could be quite clearly seen through my stockings. Porcelain calves, and thighs, were now encased in the luxurious feel of pure nylon. A sculpting wide and ornate lace welt moulded perfectly to my thighs. Clipped to my corset suspenders, four straps, each one done up beneath my black satin panties that fitted smooth against my body. I stepped into the black organza petticoat, with its layers and layers of ruffles. Making sure that each layer was perfect from waist to ankle. As I stood looking at my reflection in the mirror, admiring myself. I could be anyone I wanted to be, a wicked witch, and the fairest maiden with a deep dark sadistic side. I laughed aloud, thinking to myself, "Sophia’ will be here soon, and what divine and delicious delights I had awaiting her. My beauty was plain to see with a dark burning desire; I added my beautiful platinum and diamond-encrusted earrings, hanging four inches in length. I caressed my body all over with a fine misting of my favourite perfume of the moment, Moschino Couture, I slowly took up the beautiful rich smell. Admired my make up and perfect hair, sleek dark, black tussled and cascading down my back, elegant smouldering make up, enhancing my feminine beauty, a black/grey smokiness surrounding my blue eyes, defined black eye brows, blushed cheeks, and creamy crimson full red lips, perfectly lined with matching lip liner. Purrrrrrfect……. Feeling the wonderful burning desire to dominate passionately overwhelm my senses as I saw my reflection and envisaged my incoming engagement. Sophia would be here soon, and I could start playing with my newly acquired toy. I slowly slipped my hands into elegant opera length black satin gloves, up and over my elbows, smoothing out the ripples, feeling the intimate sensuality of satin gloves, just one thing left... My crystal handled black riding crop, I picked up the crop and held the handle in one hand, resting the other end in my opposite satin gloved palm; a very devilish look flashed back in the mirror, a wave of erotic, exotic, excitement tingled through my whole body as I considered how I was going to use it in the coming session. And there, right on time, was the ring of Sophia’s call, letting me know she was on the car park of my luxurious apartment. Even though we had met only once before, I knew, she was mine. Mine to tease, mine to torment, mine to torture, a bitter sweet sensation. Only she, and I both knew the chemistry between us was electrifying, she couldn’t, wouldn’t resist me, and would do anything and everything I commanded. I already owned her, and she knew. I was her "Raison D’etre’, her only ‘Reason for Being’, her ultimate ‘Reason To Be’. Sophia made her way to the front door, pressed her finger nervously to the intercom system. I could see her clearly now in the camera’s viewer point. ‘Hello’ I said, ‘Please do come up, and don’t let the door bang behind you’. On the other side of my apartment front door, I could see through the spy hole, Sophia, my Sophia waiting patiently in nervous anticipation. Dressed in a rather plain dull grey business suit, and that ‘tie’! oh my goodness, I wouldn’t even tie my rubbish bag up with it. ‘DULL’ was an understatement. Her clean-shaven face revealing a soft femininity, a gentleman of about 6 feet 2 inches, tall, medium build just approaching middle age. A baldhead that did some how suit her, I couldn’t imagine her in male persona with hair. Beautiful almond shaped eyes and vivid blue. A sallow colouring skin reminding me of a mediterian type, not your typical English rose at all. A perfect blank canvas for my skills to enhance. I opened the door slowly, demurely, with excellent posture. Standing behind the door, Sophia couldn’t see me, just heard my voice, as I whispered ‘Come in Sophia, I have been waiting for you’
‘Take off your jacket Sophia’, ‘Now your belt, and for goodness sake that ridiculous tie!’. I decided to step down from my black velvet and platinum throne, and personally undo each of the buttons on Sophia’s shirt. I was standing so close, I could feel her hot breath as I proceeded to take off my gloves and slowly but surely unfasten each and everyone of those buttons. Her head was down, she was shaking by now, and couldn’t look me directly in the eye, and instead she was focusing on the plush cream carpet that lined the floor of my reception room. I tugged at her shirt to pull it out of her trousers, by now the shaking quivering had got worse, and perspiration was starting to show on her forehead. All you could hear in the room, was the CD playing ‘I’ve Put A Spell On You, Because Your Mine’, by Nina Simone I finished unbuttoning the shirt, and sat again, composed. With a slight flick of my hair, I ordered Sophia to continue undressing. Off came the trousers, socks and whose marks and Spencer boxer shorts. There she stood in front of me, completely naked, she was trying to control the shaking but nothing seemed to work. I just sat and watched her; to her it must have seemed like an eternity, it was in fact only 2 to 3 minutes. I said ‘Look up, Sophia’, she did, and I could immediately see her arousal growing, within a blink of an eye, there was her manhood for all to see. Erect, throbbing and standing up totally straight. She tried to look away again… ‘No Sophia! Look at me, your Mistress’ Sophia just fell to her knees, and proceeded into KOWTOW, just 1 of the many submissive positions I had taught her on her last visit to me. Now Sophia, before we go to enter my boudoir room, and as its’ Valentines Day’, your Mistress has a little gift for her favourite pink pet poodle. Come here and kneel beside me. "Yes Mistress!" She replied eagerly, I smiled and licked my crimson creamy lips ever so slightly. I handed my pink pet poodle a powder pink small box, approximately 8 inches x 8 inches. Sophia was shaking nervously as she held out her hands. ‘Oh please Mistress, please Mistress, its not going to hurt me is it?’ cried Sophia ‘Stop! Being such a stupid girl!’ ‘Would I hurt you?’ ‘No, of course not’ I roared like a lioness with laughter. Sophia took the box and carefully placed it onto the step up to my throne. She pulled at the pink satin bow, and it fell away from the box. Sophia gently lifted the lid with anticipation. Took out the powder pink tissue paper to reveal………….. ‘Oh Mistress’, cried Sophia Her little almond eyes welled up with tears and she very carefully lifted out a powder pink leather thin collar that was covered in swarovski crystals, and an exquisite matching lead. She wept, ‘Are these really for me’, ‘No, they can’t be, your just toying with me, aren’t you Mistress’ ‘Sophia, Sophia, Sophia, why would I give you such a box to open, if what was inside was not in fact for you?’ ‘ It is silly’, ‘Now move the rest of the tissue paper, and there should be something else inside’ Sophia took the rest of the tissue paper out to reveal a very small powder pink box, an inch by an inch in size. She opened it, and then there were floods of tears, everywhere. I did try to console her, but was laughing too much, not in a nasty way, just out of pure delight. To see my little pink poodle puppy all washed away with emotion and tears. Inside the box was a beautiful platinum heart with matching fine chain, which quite simply said………… ‘Sophia My Girl’ ‘I am solely the property of Madam Raison D’etre’
Madam Raison D'etre The Cleansing’, By slave toni He’d been in training with the Mistress for a year now. Been visiting her regularly, as She instructed, twice each month. She had told him that She was pleased with his progress but that he still had a lot to learn. It had been a long, and at times painful physical and mental journey for him, but now he was totally under Her spell and Her control. After 6 months he had been trained to get an erection only when She raised her little finger. And now, after a year, at His last audience with Her he had finally managed to learn to control himself to such an extent that He would only cum when She slowly bent Her little finger. And when She straightened it again he now fully understood that was his cue to lick up his mess and eat his own cum. She had been very pleased with him over that, and he, of course, was extremely happy as it meant that He had been allowed to cum for the first time in 6 months.
After that previous audience in Her Radiant Presence he had left with Her instructions ringing in his ears – he could cum once each week in the two weeks before his next visit. It was to be at 3.00. p.m. on Wednesday afternoon each week, no matter where he was, and each time he was to have only the image of Her, his Mistress, in his mind. The image of Her towering above him in Her majestic statuesque beauty in Her 6 inch high heeled black thigh boots, short black pvc skirt - below which showed the tops of Her black sheer hold up stockings – and a tight fitting black pvc sleeveless black top, straining against the top of which was her superb fully rounded orbs. She had instructed him that he was to hold that image of Her in his mind and fix particularly on the slow bending of Her pvc gloved little finger. He was only to cum when Her immaculate finger was fully bent to a 45 degree position. Now the two weeks had passed and he was on his way to his next audience with Mistress. He had carried out the instructions to the ‘letter’ and would report to Her the full details of when and where each release had occurred. As usual he was let in to the house by the female slave Mistress referred to as Her ‘special one’. The ‘special one’ was no more than 17 he reckoned and was a nubile young blonde with a superb slim, trim figure and tightly cropped hair. She was usually dressed in a very short leather skirt and bra, and proudly displayed the collar the Mistress had secured around her slim young neck. Dangling from the collar was a thin chain with the word ‘mine’ hanging from it just above her breasts. She never ceased to take the opportunity to inform him that the Mistress had given it to her, signifying quite clearly who she belonged to. Each time he arrived she treated him with complete contempt, ensuring that he was always fully aware that he was the lowest of the low, and way below her in the Mistress’s esteem. Today though she was even more contemptuous of him, telling him forcibly “the Mistress is in a foul mood, so you better not upset Her any further you wanker cum slut!” he knew better than to reply anything other than “okay I will do my best”. If he showed any uncourteous response to the ‘special one’ she would tell the Mistress and he’d be in real trouble. And anyway, he had other things on his mind. He had decided that having pleased the Mistress so much on his previous visit he would go ahead and make his special request. He would ask to be allowed in to Her inner circle of special slaves; ask to be allowed to serve Her as a ‘special one’ 24/7. he had asked twice before, on one occasion pleaded, but She had refused, saying he was not ready, had not earned the right, was not properly trained. But he couldn’t stand to be away from Her any longer now. He had been totally drawn and trained. His only reason in life was to serve Her, and he was desperate to be in Her presence as much as possible. He stripped as usual and waited in ‘the position’, kneeling with his nose to the cold stone floor and arms spread-eagled, as he had learnt to do. The ‘special one’ stood in the corner watching him. And then he heard the echoing sound of the Mistress’s steel tipped high heeled thigh boots descending the stone staircase. His nostrils filled with Her Magnificence and as usual he began to tremble slightly inside as he struggled to maintain control. Although his head and eyes were firmly fixed to the floor he could feel the closeness of Her presence, as the intoxicating mixture of Her perfume, the leather and pvc, and the very essence of Her rushed into his head through every opening. And then slowly She put out Her left boot for him to kiss, and then placed Her long extended pvc gloved index finger under his chin and lifted up his trembling head until he was allowed to stare at Her sparkling eyes. Towering above him She was magnificent. At some point over the past year She had told him She was 40, and yet She exuded all the beauty of a woman half Her age while retaining the poise and assuredness of a more mature woman, class even. As She towered above him and he looked into Her eyes he instantly became like jelly in Her hands. She was wearing an all in one short tight fitting pvc black dress with tie straps across her chest and down to her ultra slim waist. The straps were pulled tight, which exaggerated Her superb fully rounded chest even more. In Her thigh boots She was around six foot six inches tall, and between the tops of those and the hem of Her pvc dress were the tops of Her sheer black lace top hold up stockings. “I am in a bad mood today, so for your sake you pathetic cum slut – that is what She had told him last time he would always been known as from then on – you had better behave and make sure I get what I need. Did you carry out my orders?” “Yes Mistress”, he told Her quickly. “Exactly as You ordered”. “Good. Then today we will carry on with your dildo training. We need to stretch your male cunt a lot more”. The audience went well. The Mistress seemed pleased, and he thought he sensed Her mood had lightened. At the end of the session he decided he would ask once more. “Permission to ask a question Mistress, to make a request?” “What is it this time cum slut” she answered him casting a menacing look towards him. “Tell me quickly. I have another wanker arriving for punishment in 15 minutes”. “Please Mistress”, he began, stammering, “please can I be collared and be allowed to serve You 24/7? I will do anything, anything, if You will allow me to serve You in this way.” “Anything”, She repeated his word menacingly. “Interesting. Well I think We can come up with something for the wanker cum slut don’t you ‘my little one’?” as She slowly stoked Her ‘special one’s’ head while she nestled obediently at the Mistress’s feet. “Okay, cum slut. This is the deal. You will be allowed to serve and be collared, but under my terms obviously, which I will give you a week today. Be here then. Now go!”. “Thank You. Thank You Mistress” he stammered, and quickly scurried off to get his clothes. A week later he was knelt in the usual position awaiting Her appearance. Once again he was almost overcome with the excitement as he heard Her approaching. Once again She raised his head up by placing Her index finger under his chin. This time though it was an exquisitely lace gloved hand and She wore a bright blue short leather low cut dress, the straps of which stretched to their limit in order to support Her magnificent chest. Once again She wore lace topped stockings, but this time they were clearly attached to a suspender belt, and She was wearing 5 inch high steel tipped blue stilettos. She thrust a type written piece of paper in his hand and told him “sign this now if you still want to serve me 24/7 cum slut”. And with a wide grin on her face ‘the special one’ threw a pen at him. Without even reading it he eagerly scawled his signature across it. “Good”, the Mistress told him. “Now you belong to me. These are my terms. You will serve me as I see fit, and I will punish you as I see fit, and of course continue your training. This will intensify, as you will need to increase your usefulness to Me, and this will mean you will need to be regularly cleansed – inside and out. Do you agree cum slut?” “Yes Mistress” was his instant response. “Good” She went on. “Once a month you will be milked, in order to get that filthy mess out of you. You will also be given an enema and a laxative to clean you thoroughly inside. These will be administered by my ‘special one’. Alongside this your tolerance levels and pain thresh-holds for whipping will be systematically increased and the development of your male cunt continued and stepped up. You will, of course, be shaved completely, and at some point, if you complete the programme to my satisfaction you will receive My brand. Obviously I have a reputation to maintain so I have to be sure you are properly trained and will not let Me down in public and in front of my friends at parties before any branding takes place. Is that clear?” “Yes Mistress. Thank You Mistress” was all he could say. He was now so totally under Her control he believed he would suffer anything to just be constantly in Her presence. “Oh, I nearly forgot” She added. “You will be given a small pill each day by ‘the special one’. It will help you and stop you becoming over excited with that thing between your legs in between your milking once a month. And all this will begin now. Understood?” “Yes Mistress. Thank You Mistress” was again his only response. And so the routine began. At the exactly the same time – at 11.00. a.m – four weeks from the previous time he would be summoned from his cell by the ‘special one’ to appear before the Mistress. Dressed in a variety of stunning leather and pvc outfits She would raise Her little finger and he would get an instant erection. Then She would slowly bend Her slender finger and he would cum instantly into the dog bowl before him. The relief was such that tears would stream down his face and he would let out a low moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure. The Mistress would stride over, wipe a small tear from his face with Her index finger and lick it, saying “hmm … male tears, my favourite taste”. This would then be followed by Her command to him to “eat up your mess cum slut!” Which he duly did. The delighted ‘special one’ would then administer his enema, taunting him all along with “and soon a good shit for you to eat, when you get the laxative after this”. Each month the laxative was increased in strength and the result was almost instantaneous. Just three hours after he had been allowed to cum he was a drained wreck – like a limp wet rag. At that point he would be dragged by his collar and lead by the ‘special one’ and spread-eagled facing the St. Andrews Cross with his ankles and wr5ists firmly attached. Although he was barely conscious he could still make out the taunts of the ‘special one’ as she incessantly told him “Mistress is in a really bad mood today. How many can you take today cum slut? Oh, I forgot, it doesn’t matter does it because you can’t protest anyway.” And with that she would fasten the penis gag in his mouth. Each month the Mistress increased the number of strokes. So that after 6 months he was receiving a hundred from Her prize bamboo cane, a hundred from Her riding whip, a hundred from Her cat-o-nine-tails, and finishing with a hundred from Her favourite, Her bullwhip. He was so weak from cuming, from the enema and the laxative, he couldn’t protested even if he were not gagged. Finally, the ‘special one’ would take him down from the Cross and drag him across to the padded stool over the whipping stool where his ankles and arms would be fastened to the base of the four legs. The Mistress would then proceed to fuck him with Her range of strap-ons. Eventually, after 6 months, he was able to take the full amount of Her 12 inch long two inch thick black destroyer, as She referred to it. His male cunt was well and truly opened up. As She fucked him the Mistress would have 2 or 3 orgasms. Then it would be the turn of the ‘special one’ to fuck him with the strap-on. The Mistress said that ‘killed two birds with one stone’, as She put it. The ‘special one’ got her monthly allowed orgasm, and the ‘male cunt’ got more and more stretched. After 6 months he couldn’t take the weakening affect of cuming and the enema and the laxative anymore, so he pleaded with the Mistress that he not be milked anymore. “Yes”, She told him “I expected that. Good. Just the enema and the laxative then. Oh, and I think it’s about time you cleaned up all your own mess. My ‘special one’ will ensure that you eat the produce of the laxative in future. Or should I say, drink it? Look upon it as the ultimate recycling”, She smiled. Now he was not even getting his relief of an orgasm. And after the first three months he also noticed his breasts were growing bigger. At first he didn’t take too much notice. He had other things on his mind. But then on the instructions of the Mistress the ‘special one’ began a programme – that’s what she called it – of stretching and enlarging his nipples, using clamps and pulleys. The nipple clamps were sometimes fixed around the base of his nipples for 6 to 8 hours a day. He was definitely getting breasts and big nipples! Eventually, he mentioned it to the ‘special one’ and she said the Mistress had given her permission to tell him the truth – that the pills he had been taking were some kind of hormone pills designed to give him large breasts, and now she had been given the task of enlarging his nipples. “You will be used for the Mistress’s income she told him”. And not long after the Mistress told him that it was time for him to start paying Her back for all Her kindness and generosity. he was to be dressed up as a tart whore in tight satin dresses, high heels, stockings, lacy panties and bright red lipstick and offered to some of the Mistress’s special clients as a cocksucking whore. They would love his tits and big nipples, She reckoned, and pay good money for some extras, including fucking him – only this time it wouldn’t be strap-ons! Plus, he could be rented out at special parties. That way he’d begin to pay Her back for all the training. Now he really did totally belong to the Mistress. It was just as he’d wished, though not in his wildest dreams could he imagine it would go this far. Now it was no longer the Mistress’s little finger that aroused him sexually. Now it was the words ‘sissy’ or cum slut whore’ that got him on all fours with his arse wiggling in the air like a sex starved tart. And even the ‘special one’ was allowed to use them on him. Whenever she wanted her relief, and she was now allowed it at any time by using him, she simply uttered the word ‘sissy’ and he would lift the skirt and panties he was always now required to wear, and wiggle his arse in the air waiting for her to plunge the 12 inch strap on into him while she got her orgasm. He loved it. Couldn’t get enough of it, even from the other cum sluts who visited the Mistress regularly. And he was even learning to love the real cock better. The enemas continued and the laxatives, as well as the whippings, but he was now in a place where all seemed okay for him. But the ‘special one’ could not let him be that contented, and as she was about to give him his regular monthly fucking and get her regular monthly orgasm or three she leaned forward as she thrust the strap-on deep inside him and whispered in his ear “you enjoying this cum slut? You love it now don’t you? But you don’t get it do you? Have no idea do you?” But he couldn’t reply as she made sure he was wearing the penis gag. Why do you think it’s every 4 weeks wanker? It’s because that’s when Mistress and me get our PMT! And boy oh boy has She got it bad this month. She’s gonna whip your arse good and proper. I suggested that you should be up to a thousand by now cum slut. And She agreed. Plus I pointed out that cock of yours was no use whatsoever as you don’t use it. So, She’s gonna have you done. Gelded, cum slut. Next week. Already booked you in. She said I can wear it and your balls as a necklace if I want. That’ll be nice wont it cum slut. Oh, are they tears I can see running down your face. Don’t cry whore, your mascara will run. Oh, and I made one more suggestion to Her, and She loves it, of course. No point in wasting money on tampax when we have your face. So, you’re gonna take turns being our tampax, wanker! slave toni Dear Ladies toy whimpers as he opens the door for Mistress' stud of the night. toy knows She will have the most wonderful of evenings with Her stud, and that the most toy can really hope for this night is to lick the stud's leftover cum from his cock, to clean his meat after he has pleased Mistress. But toy is a naughty slut, and he wiggles his oh so fuck-able ass at Mistress' stud even as he reaches out for the stud's cock. toy winks to the surprised stud, then leads him to Mistress' room. toy curls up into his accustomed spot in the corner, trying so desperately to hide his engorged meat under the short frilly skirt Mistress allows his. toy listens closely to Mistress and her stud, nearly becoming so enraptured by Them that Her order to come to her is nearly lost. toy shakes his head clear as Her words break through the haze of his aroused nature, and practically jumps to Her, his meat hard and up-thrust. toy smiles wantonly at Mistress order, and gracefully falls to his knees before Mistress' stud. toy slowly, oooooooo so slowly opens stud's fly, his mouth wrapped around the metal pull, his lips and tongue teasing stud's cock before it is even clear of his fly. toy looks over to Mistress and moans "thank You most Perfect Mistress" as he frees stud's fat, long meat from the fabric. toy looks to stud's face as he flicks stud's cock with his tongue, slow wet strokes by toy's wet tongue, then rapid hungered lashing. toy moans hungrily as he takes stud's cock deep down his slut throat, wiggling his ass as he buries his face at the base of stud's cock. toy runs his tongue the length of stud's cock even as his lips seal and he sucks greedily. toy suckles fiercely on stud's cock as he turns his head slightly, his own meat practically throbbing as he sees the smile on Mistress perfect face. toy moans and hums as he sucks, intent on making stud cum, and drinking his seed. toy wiggles his tight fuck-able ass, hoping Mistress will fuck his ass because he is a good slut. slut toy Hello everyone; here is an account of a recent weekend's fun and games. To wake in the morning and having My 24/7 slut slave there always ready to serve Me, waking Me by slowly licking My pussy and making Me ever so wet and horny, then when I cum he goes like to the bathroom to run My bath he fills it with sweet smelling perfumes and oils, then to the kitchen to make My breakfast. Next he calls My name and informs Me My bath is ready, I stretch & meet him in the bathroom where is waiting under My special 'Queening' seat with his mouth open to receive My piss. I jump into the bath when I am done satisfying his thirst and he gently bathes Me with a sponge and washes My hair, when he is done he gets a big fluffy towel and dries Me off, I then lay on the bed and order him to cream My body a little smile always appears when I give him that order, he slowly rubs cream into My entire body paying special attention to My ass & pussy teasing Me as he does so, if he has done a good job I tell the whore to get down between My legs and worship My ass and pussy, I normally cum gain for the whore knows exactly how to get his tongue deep in My ass and really satisfy! Then he goes to My wardrobe and gets My clothes for the day I get dressed and then go to My office to check My mail on the computer and see if I have any other slaves begging to join My stable. As I am busy in the office I put My slut to work, first he must do the chores in the house dressed of course in his pretty satin French Maids uniform and when he is done he calls Me to inspect what he has done, I put on My white satin gloves & go and inspect if it is not done to My standards then an on the spot punishment of caning is called for. Once inspection is over I put the slut to work for Me he has to earn a fixed amount daily for I have very expensive tastes, all that he earns he turns over to Me, in the middle of a working I day I sometimes just click My fingers and the sissy slut knows Me so well he dives under My desk and begins to suck on My pussy as a treat for My online friends I put on the webcam to let them see what a perfect 24/7 bitch boy I have. Sometimes in the evening I may have a date, I order the slut to get his chastity device, his cock is always hard when he puts it in My hands his cock throbbing making his sissy clothing stand out, I lay him down and smother him with My latex clad ass and milk him it never takes long and when he does I aim his cock into a jar and keep it for him for late night feeds. I have him change into his sexy PVC street-walking outfit complete with very short skirt stockings heels so high that he can hardly walk in them, the door bell rings and he goes to answer it, I love the look on My studs face when he enters the room, I have My bitch kneel beside Me, I tell My stud to pay no attention to him, after a long session on the sofa of foreplay I ask My stud if it would be ok for My slut to prepare his cock for Me because it would make Me happy? Of course he says yes because he is so turned on by this point, My slut unzips his pants and his eyes widen at the bulge in front of him, he pulls out his fat spunky cock from his boxers and proceeds to suck hungrily at the huge cock making it nice and wet for My pussy. My bitch kneels and watches in awe as the stud fucks Me over and over again and when we are done I call over the slut bitch boy to clean My pussy of the cum the stud has left behind. Depending on the time I have had with My stud he sleeps over so I can have him anytime during the night and of course first thing in the morning, the slut sleeps chained and in chastity at the foot of the bed, if I decide to throw the stud out I have the bitch-boy in bed with Me on my soft Satin sheets dressed in a pretty baby doll & spoon feed him his cum that I have taken from him during the day, to relax Me I put him between My thighs watch a movie and fall asleep with his tongue buried deep in My ass. I'm not sure which I enjoy most waking up in the morning or falling asleep at night. Mistress Alaya Dear HighSpikes I can be a little extreme at times however it is mainly focused on your pain/pleasure. I would love to make you cum through something nasty like covering a huge butt plug in deep heat, taking a spanking paddle and a spreader bar, nipple clamps, gag you with your own G string, tie your hands behind you and place your legs in the spreader bar, you will be helpless and just have to take whatever I decide you deserve... pain... pleasure... possibly both.... I tell you to bend over the table and what I am about to do will hurt, and that if you try to get away the punishment will be severe, you bend over the table, and I run my hands all over your body, over your back, kneading your breasts, up the inside of your thighs, and begin to lightly stroke your pussy.... I lay out the implements on the table in front of you so you can see what is about to happen, pick up the nipple clamps and spreader bar and attach them quickly to your ankles and nipples,push you down onto the table, the clamps are forced up where the touch the table making them unbearable, I walk around the front of you and take the huge butt plug... your eyes widen... not as much as when I start undoing the tube of deep heat... you know whats coming next.... I put a nice thick coating of the cream on the plug, enough to keep your hole on fire for a long time, move around the back of you and ask you how you would like it... nice and slowly or fast?.... You feel like you are about to be split open, your tight hole giving way to the intruder inch by inch... you are helpless against the constant force of the plug forcing its way in... eventually your ass gives way and the plug goes all the way in... then you start to feel a tingling, the tingling turns into a burning and just like that, your stretched ass feels like its on fire... you moan and breathe sharply at the new pain wondering how someone can do such a thing to you, I enjoy watching you suffer for a while and decide that its time to use the paddle.... on your pussy.... the blows start off gently at first and then the intensity heightens, faster and constant... no escaping... I aim more for your clit getting more of a reaction from you as I start to swat a little harder... I reach for the clothes peg and hold it in front of your face.... it takes you a second or two to wonder why I only have one but then you start to struggle, knowing that this will be the straw that may very well break the camels back.... The peg clamps down on your clit and you jump and writhe around, I decide to hold you down and start to finger fuck your tight pussy until you cant take it any more, two fingers to start... then three... then four.. I get my whole hand in you, you shriek and then collapse onto the table, a mess of sweat, hair, pain, and satisfaction. Gently I remove the peg and the clamps expecting you to yelp as the are taken off, no sound comes from your lips... I pull the plug out of you... still no sound.. you just lie there with a glazed look... no more energy.... off comes the spreader bar and rope, I pick you up in my arms and take you to bed, lay you down and climb into bed with you, holding you and caressing you until you fall asleep. :) Hello Ladies i am a collared slave to a lifestyle Dominatrix and its refreshing to know ones place fitting in has always been a problem for me my thoughts have been demons for many years, but since meeting my Goddess all has fallen into place. She pushes my limits daily i go to sleep eager to wake the following day, worshiping Her rubber clad ass and Pussy cleaning Her shoes and boots with my miserable tongue, i love the way She looks down on me as i lick the grime from the bottom of Her boots. my task last night was to go online into a chatroom and get the maximum people watching my webcam, if the number of people falls before Mistress orders me to stop i am punished on cam for the rest that are left watching with the cane, Mistress does not hold back with Her punishments they are very real and very severe as they should be but i do try my very best to keep the audience happy, its very humiliating to have them watch me cry in extreme agony begging for the caning to end, often my ass is lashed red and i am left with deep welts on my smooth ass. my Mistress keeps my body very trim She gives me credit when it is due and always tells me that what i have belongs to Her to do with as She sees fit, She likes my cock and teases it until its about to milk the spunk denial could last for days but when i am allowed the privilege it truly is an amazing feeling! my cam task three nights ago was to fuck my ass with a whole cucumber, i was to take the full length into my ass the lube i used was my own spunk that is saved during the course of the day in a feeding bottle that i am force fed at night. Wearing plastic panties with a fuck hole at my slut-hole i stood in front of the cam with one hand pulled my ass cheeks apart and slowly began to fuck myself, my cock now hard and rubbing against my plastic panties and Mistress sitting on a chair directing me telling me what a whore i am ordering me to turn around and bend forward to give my audience a better view of me fucking my own ass. Mistress told me to fuck myself harder but it really inst something i like doing to myself so was having a lot of trouble complying, Mistress came over to where i was standing pulled on my hair and slapped my face telling me She was going to show me how to do it, She thrust Her strap-on in my mouth and ordered me to make it as wet as i could for that would be the only lube i was getting, i got very excited and sucked on the cock that was being thrust down the back of my throat almost gagging on it, She still had hold of my hair and was looking down into my eyes smiling as She did so telling me what a good cock sucker i was, She roughly pulled out Her cock and threw me over Her fuck bench saying, "Lets show all the boys and Girls what a sissy you are, show them how much you like to take cock in your sissy hole" Slapping my now tender bottom as She began to fuck my slut hole, feeling the tip enter me Her hands gently on my hips pushing her cock deeper inside me, i was looking into directly into the cam now just how many people were watching wanking themselves wishing they were in my place right now and that thought made me smile for i knew there would be many many empty wishes said from all over the world right there and then. She grabbed my wet cock from my plastic panties and began to stroke me my whole body began to shake and i thanked Her for what She was doing to me telling Her what a lucky slut i was, She was spitting on my back pulled on my hair so hard that i thought my neck would snap and said into my ear, "I want you to pull on your cock hard & fast and spunk into My hand then your to face the cam and eat your cum" Not waiting for an answer She slapped my ass and fucked my ass with all the power She had in Her hips, i began to scream, "Thank you my Mistress thank you for fucking me, thank you you for allowing me to milk" As She was pounding me She said i was a good sissy slut and i had pleased Her with my performance so pleased that i would get a treat before bedtime, could life get any better? i asked for permission to cum and thankfully She gave it because i could no way hold back any longer, i let out an almighty scream and milked into Her waiting hand, She pulled Her cock from my slut-hole grabbed onto my hair once more and forced my face into Her hands remembering Her words of my bedtime treat i cleaned Her hand of all my spunk. She was true to Her word i got my bedtime treat! collared 24/7 slave Dear HighSpikes I've just had an amazing time with a Domme I met through your chat room on the site. I was nervous at first seeing as the last mistress was my ex wife but I was looking to explore my main fetish and see what limits it would reach. I've heard a lot about some non-pro Domme meetings are just a formal chat, but Mistress Karen said she could tell her new boot-slave was very serious about being ruled by a Mistress. I told her that my boot fetish wasn't just about sky high fetish footwear but more about everyday heeled boots, i had peeked at hers and had asked that seeing as we were away from the main crowd in the coffee shop if I could touch them. it was an overwhelming feeling running my fingers over the pointy toe of her boot. i could have jumped into a session there and then but she said there's a time and a place, she did let me buy her my favourite boots and laughed when the shop assistant looked scared as I ran my tongue across the sole and up the back!! Now mistress has collared me, and her list of do's and donts has caused me problems she demands that I must not have sex with my new girlfriend, if I'm going to be allowed release its with her and nobody else, and always threatens to mail her the clip she made on her phone of me getting intimate with her boots. and to aid erection avoidance she has taken the cheap but still effective route of gaffer taping my cock and balls so I cant get hard at all. all in all Karen is an amazing Mistress and a superb public boot-queen Hello Ladies i am a collared slave to a lifestyle Domme, its refreshing to know ones place, fitting in has always been a problem for me, my thoughts have been demons for many years, but since meeting my Goddess all has fallen into place. She pushes my limits daily, i go to sleep eager to wake the following day, worshiping Her rubber clad ass and Pussy, cleaning Her shoes and boots with my miserable tongue, i love the way She looks down on me as i lick the grime from the bottom of Her boots. my task last night was to go online and into a chatroom, get the maximum people watching my webcam, if the number of people falls before Mistress orders me to stop i am punished on cam for the rest that are left watching with the cane, Mistress does not hold back with Her punishments they are very real and very severe, of course as they should be but i try my best to keep the audience happy, its very humiliating to have them watch me cry in extreme agony begging for the caning to end, often my ass is lashed and She has left Her mark on it! my Mistress keeps my body very trim, She gives me credit when it is due and always tells me that what i have belongs to Her to do with as She sees fit, She likes my cock and teases it until its about to milk the spunk-denile could last for days but when i am allowed the privilege it truly is an amazing feeling! my cam task three nights ago was to fuck my ass with a whole cucumber, i was to take in the full length into my ass, thankfully i was allowed lube, She tied up my balls tightly with string and put my now hard cock into a rubber cock sheath, i turned my back to the cam and lubed my ass, pulling my the left cheek of my ass to open me up i began to insert the cucumber, my Mistress was telling me what a good slut i was and that i had to take the full length, all She wanted to see was the very tip and if i did so She would fuck me on cam with Her eight inch strap-on which of course isn't a problem but my Mistress would be fucking me! Hoping to do well i pushed this huge object deeper into my ass while Mistress sat on Her chair and watched, all the while i was just imagining it was Her behind me, and reminding myself that if i succeeded this task She would be. Almost now to the end i could feel the tip of the object was almost at my hole, i was ordered to remove it and thrown a pair of Rubber shorts with holes in my ass area and one for my cock, i almost jumped for joy because i knew what was going to happen, i really must of pleased my Mistress. my exposed ass hole and throbbing hard cock were fully exposed, forced on my knees by my leash Mistress now standing in front of me dressed in Her full Rubber catsuit and of course Her strap-on, grabbing my hair with one hand and slapping my face with the other She ordered me to suck on Her cock, roughly shafting my mouth on and off it, i began to splutter and choke which amused Her, She said i was not nearly good enough at sucking cock as i was at receiving a cock in my slave sissy hole and that She had plans for me to practice on real cocks! Slapping my face hard for the last time i was ordered to bend over the chair in the office, feeling Her behind me, pushing the tip of Her cock inside me She let out a little moan, i turned my head a little so i could see Her on the cam and what i saw was pure erotic heaven, Mistress now fucking me fast and deep, calling me a dirty slut as She did so, pulling harder and harder on my leash, my cock now so hard i thought my balls would explode and at that point i felt Her hands on it, pulling off the Rubber that sheath encased it, pulling gently on my cock i pushed myself harder onto her cock, both now in the same rhythm i don't know how long i lasted but gladly long enough to wait for the order to spunk in Her Rubber gloved hand, i screamed out in pleasure all the while thanking Her for what She was giving me, the last drop of my spunk was now in the palm of Her hand, forcing me once again to my knees there was no need of instruction or orders i knew what was expected of me, i began to lick her Rubber glove hand free of my spunk and as I did She gently stroked the side of my cheek, when it was clean She simply walked away and left me there on my knees, now alone i quickly sat down at the office table to look at all the messages that had been left by the audience, reading on and on i am reminded just how lucky i am, in the background i can hear Mistress singing, something She does when She's in a good mood, and that means i get to sleep in the big bed tonight between Her thighs!!! slave tom Dear HighSpikes i have been a collared slave to my Master for three years now, it was a long search to find Him and of course i fear the day that someday He may find another that He much prefers or sells my contract on to another Dom or Mistress. my Master wishes not to see my pathetic cock so it is locked away 24/7 in chastity, He has transformed my body and i now have breast implants and take a small dosage of Female hormones so that my cock can be of use to others, my hair is long and my body is kept in the shape and weight He chooses my Master chooses my uniforms during the day but whatever i wear my ass is always available for whenever He wishes to unload himself. He sometimes holds parties for his friends and i become a performing puppy, if i am very lucky my chastity is removed and is used by his friends, or i am ordered to masturbate into a glass or maybe on the floor, whichever is chosen i have to clean it or drink it. Every morning when my Master awakes i kneel before Him and thank him for his extreme control, i tell Him how lucky i am to have such a kind and thoughtful Master and how i aim to please Him that day! This is not a lifestyle for everybody, to hand over ones life completely to another, but i was born to serve its something i cant explain i just know that it brings me great happiness. slave jeremy Dear Mistresses! I remember finding some old books in the attic, they must of belonged to my Dad. I used to go up there to mooch around, and there were these sex books, in one or two of them I remember seeing ladies dressed in stockings, very heavy make-up high mules and always wearing leather, or something very tight and shiny. These images stuck with me through childhood, and gave me lots to fantasize about when I used to wank in my bedroom. Of course now that I'm grown, in body anyway, I know these ladies to be Dommes! The fetish clothing has always been a huge turn on for me, and that was my first reason to seek out my first professional mistress. I had no idea what to expect, to be honest I would of paid her to just sit there while I wanked myself stupid. But the experience was a good one, I think I'm very lucky in that respect, I hear so many first timers who have their first session only to be let down or scared to ever try it again. I'm into all sorts now, its never ending, I love to see my Mistress in full rubber and have her sit on me whilst I worship her glorious bottom, when she unzips her crutch area, the smell of the rubber and her sweet ass mixed together is heaven, I would take any amount of punishment for that! I have now started my very own rubber collection. I have just purchased a pair of rubber shorts with a cock sheath, it feels great my cock gets hard and I can still wank. I deny myself to come as one Mistress taught me, I can pleasure myself for hours. Well done on the site by the way, I found my Mistress that I see now, on your high spikes directory. Rubber lover, Somerset Dear Ladies! Leather, rubber and PVC has always been a very big fetish to me. The smell the feel, wearing it myself or my partner, Mistress or Master. A Domme wearing rubber and fucking my ass, the feel of the rubber against my ass as She bangs Her strap-on into me, her Rubber gloved hand covering my mouth as she does so gives me such a head rush! I see a Domme who has an amazing Rubber all in one suit, and the breasts are blown up abnormally huge which makes her tiny waist even smaller. But having my head pushed in between them, then the huge blow up breasts pushed either side to my head is enough to make me spunk right there and then. I have just purchased a latex vac bed, when inside you vacuum the air out of it, it is extremely restrictive, but you must know what your doing when you use it, and trust the person who is doing it for you, but what a feeling, encased head to foot in rubber! Rubber boy Hi My wife and I have really got into BDSM in the past year or so, have a great collection of clothing and toys. I am Her slave and love to worship her body, her pussy and ass. I have built up a good pain threshold, so I can take a good thrashing with her cane and paddle. I also love to be gagged 'n' tied and watch her being fucked by guys with huge cocks, then be forced to lick out his cum, (so humiliating!), but so horny at the same time. After he leaves, I get to fuck her in her spunky pussy! My wife wants to start using a proper strap-on on me. Everything She has wanted to do so far, I have done gladly, but this frightens me. I know its funny, coming from someone who has a so-called high pain threshold, but this is different. The thought of it really scares me! Any advice you can give as to best how to take it, if there is a right way or a wrong way. I would greatly appreciate it. I really want to make my lovely strict Wife happy! yours, slave to his lovely Wife! Dear slave Goodness, what big girl you are. Well you have come to the right place! Be sure to put a lot of lube into your slut hole, also lube up the strap-on. Then place the head of the dick on your slut hole - of course all the while your Mistress is telling you what a dirty little trashy whore you are, and how she is going to take your virgin arse. By now, you can feel the tip of her cock, listening to her humiliating you. I'm sure your cock will be hard with excitement, and either She will start to masturbate you, or you may ask Her permission to wank yourself. By now you should be going crazy!!! You then ease yourself back onto the strap-on cock. Take in as much as you can in your own time; believe Me it wont be long before you take the cock deep inside you, and you will be begging Her to fuck you daily with bigger and bigger cocks! Mistress Alaya x Happy Valentine Lydia was on her way home, driving her new BMW sports car. It was late, she knew there would be hell to pay when she got home, but she was past caring, she sang along to the song playing "My funny valentine." Flicking her ash out of the window, she wasn't meant to smoke in the car, she had been told off for it often enough, over and over again, "Don't smoke in the fucking car Lydia, you smell like a fucking ashtray as it is!" "Fuck it, and fuck him" she thought, "I'm done!" Lydia had worked as a croupier at a top casino in Vegas. She worked with only the very rich private clients. She was popular because she was very British. It was very hard work, but her bank balance told her it was all worthwhile, and the she able to live very well on her tips alone. That was where she met the Earl, she was in her twenties and he in his very late forties. A pompous, loud prick who got away with his rudeness because the stupid Americans thought they had royalty in their establishment, plus he lost a lot of money there so they were happy to kiss his Earl Britsh Ass. The Earl took one look at her when he walked into the casino, and wanted her. He knew he would have her, her smile was genuine unlike these false yanks, in her white crisp cotton shirt, her black bow tie. Her highlighted hair scraped back off her face into a perfect bun, she had the grace of a Ballerina, a face of an angel, and a body that would raise a dead cock to life. She parked the car outside of the main door and not in the garage, she knew that would anger him. Once inside the door, she kicked off her shoes, threw her coat over the antique table, poured herself a Brandy from the bar, lit a Marlboro cigarette, put on the stereo, fell onto the plush sofa and waited. With a smirk on her face, she waited for the Earls car, his key in the door and the pompous pricks tantrums, she was ready. Ten minutes was all she had to wait, drinking down her second glass of Brandy................. "Lydia, I've told you time and time again, put the fucking car in the garage, how fucking difficult is that to do, and what's with leaving all your shit over the place? You are smoking again! Put that out Lydia, you trashy street bitch, why did I ever think I could make a Lady out of you, your a cheap slut. I should of left you where I found you, your nothing, you never had anything. I give you everything and this is how you behave........................ Now was the time, Lydia rose from the sofa inhaled deeply on her Marlboro, stood face to face with him and she blew the smoke slowly into his face. Before she could release the last of the the smoke, he slapped her face with all his might, but she, as they say, turned the other cheek. It was a stand off. She had never directly disobeyed him before, and he had never laid a finger on her, insults, put downs, humiliating her in front of his boring shitty friends. All of that and more! But for ten years she had done exactly what he had asked her to do, she wore the clothes he bought, the perfume he preferred. Her hair styled as he liked it They went to wherever he wanted to go, not once in those ten years had he asked her about anything, how she felt, where she wanted to go, what she would like to do. She was a dress up doll, something to show off when he wanted, something to use when he wanted, she may as well have been a blow-up sex doll! She looked him in the eye, "Thank you Earl, that's the icing on the cake, you know having a prick and a pair of balls does not make you a man." She jerked her knee upwards into his crutch with all the power and force she had. She knew she only had one chance to do what she wanted to do. He screamed in agony, grabbing his family jewels and fell to the floor, "You fucker Lydia, what the fuck do you think your doing, I'll fucking fuck you, you bitch" She grabbed him by his hair, and began pulling him out of the lounge and into the ground floor bathroom, like every room in the house it was opulent in every sense of the word, the Earl like to show off his wealth. Her hands gripping tight to his hair, the Earl wasn't sure what was more painful, his balls or his hair being gripped, but what overrid everything was what was happening to him, was she on drugs? drunk? He was like a naughty puppy being dragged by his Mistress for making a mess on the floor. "Shut up Earl, this 'fucker' is now in charge, this 'fucker' is going to show you exactly how you have made me feel in the past ten years, and in the words of your favorite Prime Minster, THIS FUCKER IS NOT FOR TURNING!!! Everything was in place; the handcuffs laying buy the huge cast iron bath in the middle of the room, with huge claw feet which raised the bath off the floor. The masking tape to stop the ranting of the foul-mouthed Earl; very quickly she hand cuffed him to the bath, ripped of enough tape and placed it roughly over his mouth. Before she walked out of the room, she gave him a kick to his balls, "Now don't go anywhere, I'll be right back!" She took her time, walking up the winding staircase, singing softly, "My funny valentine, sweet comic valentine, you make me smile with my heart, your looks are laughable, unphotographical, yet your my favorite work of art." Her walk-in wardrobe was the same size as her bedroom, everything in order just the way the Earl liked it, her winter wear, her summer wear, evening gowns, fur coats, floor to ceiling shelves for her expensive shoes, she got undressed, still singing the song, "Is your figure less than greek, is your mouth a little weak, when you open it to speak, are smart?" Changed now into her garments, she pulled her hair back tight into a bun on the top of her head and secured it with the antique hair pins the Earl had bought her at auction the year before, applying another layer of deep red lipstick. The earl hated women who wore red lipstick. He always said they may as well have their cunts on show, they look like cheap hookers. She stared at herself in the full length mirror; black satin boned corset, the suspender belts were wide and edged with a deep red frilled satin. Her shear stockings were black, with a deep red seam running up the leg. Black panties with delicate matching red lace. Her shoes were disgustingly expensive, black satin lace tied around her ankle held the shoe securely; the heel was encrusted with crushed diamonds. With a self approval look she turned and began her descent to the opulent bathroom, singing as she did so, "Don't change a hair for Me, not if you care for me, stay little valentine stay, each day is valentines day" The earl heard her singing, heard her heels on the marble floor, the door opened and in walked his wife, standing in front of him, she looked different, she smelled different, she was indeed Lydia, but she looked powerful standing there before him. He knew he had lost control, knew that his hold over her had gone. She was now what he had created, and now he had to pay the piper. Lydia grabbed a pair of scissors from the cabinet, and began to cut the Earls cloths of his body, his eyes wide with fear not knowing what she intended to do, what he had driven her to do. She lit another cigarette, laid down on the floor to face him, far enough away so that he could not touch her. Resting her head on her hand, she blew the smoke into his face...... "I'm going to remove the tape from your mouth piggy, but I don't want a sound from you, the moment you speak the tape goes back on, understood?" The shook his head, his eyes told her he understood. She ripped the tape from his mouth, and he let out a short scream, "Not only do you look like a pig, are a pig, you even scream like a pig, open your mouth pig, I have no ashtray in here, and I know how much you dislike smoking, so you are now My ashtray." With one hand she forced his mouth open, and flicked the ash in his mouth, the pig spluttered and choked, his face looking like a child that has been given the worse kind of medicine. "For ten years pig I have taken your abuse, in those ten years, day by day you have crushed me, broken me to the way you wanted; humiliated me in front of your friends. You are kinder to the housekeeper, than you are to me!".............. Lydia stood up, put her spike heel to his balls and slowly began to put all her weight on it, the pig was screaming and begging her to stop! "I'm surprised you want me to stop, look at your little piggy tale, all wet and hard." She removed her heel from his balls, and from her leverage she pulled out her red lipstick and wrote out on his chest, I AM A PIG SLUT! And pressed her lighted Marlboro to the inside of his thigh to put it out. The pig was crying, sobbing, "Lydia please stop this, I will do anything, I'll give you anything, I swear anything and everything, but please my darling stop this" Lydia laughed at what the pig was saying, "Darling? you have the audacity to call me darling. I've heard you call me a CUNT so often I was beginning to think CUNT was in fact my name! Give me anything? What will give me? A new car, a new fur coat, half your fortune - silly piggy I can have all that and more if I leave you, but there is one thing I do want back, something you cant buy with money. I want My self-respect back, and this from now on is how your going to pay. I am going to make you suffer, I am going to do exactly what I want to do. I want to know where you are at all times, your going to cater to My every whim, no matter how much it hurts you, your friends are going to see a different piggy Earl" Lydia began to dress the pig, first with crotch-less panties, hold-up stockings, painted his lips ruby red, then took several photos of him................ "That's My insurance pig, don't worry I'll keep the photos safe at the bank." Lydia removed her panties sat on the edge of the bath and began to piss all over the pig. The camera was on the basin and it was automatically taking shots as she was doing so, she looked into the camera smiling as she pissed over the pig, when she was done she shoved her panties into the pigs mouth! "I feel nothing for you but contempt, but that could change if you do as I say, I may even begin to like you, if only just a little." She spat in his face...... "I have a midnight flight to catch to Venice. I'll be gone for the weekend, the housekeeper as you know will be here promptly at seven thirty in the morning. I'll leave a note and the key to the handcuffs on the table by the front door; now you behave properly, and I might just bring you something back from Venice" The pig was sobbing uncontrollably, and to drown the sound she began sing, "don't change a hair for me, not if you care for me, stay little Valentine stay, for each day is Valentines day" Laughing out loud now she yelled, "Happy Valentines piggy, I'm sure you wont forget it next year!" The Mistress stands before me. Her attire consists of this: black blouse, black short skirt, tan pantyhose and knee high boots. Her hair is long and brown in color. I kneel there naked before the Mistress. The Mistress walks over to me. She grabs my face and starts rubbing it against her smooth thighs. She tells to kiss and massage them as she stands there. I do at her command. The Mistress looking down at me smiling, says, "I said to adore them more!" I try to do what she says. The Mistress grabs my hair and slowly pulls back my face from her thighs. The Mistress tells me to look up at her slowly which I do. Unknowing what is going on, I look up slowly to catch a glimpse of the Mistress looking down and smiling as she punches me in the face a couple of time. The Mistress then knees me in the face. I slump to the ground crying. The room is filled with laughter from the Mistress. Mistress kicks me a couple of times telling me to lay on my back, which I finally do. Mistress jumps down on top of me with her right knee smashing my face. It was very painful. Mistress looking down at me says, "Damn, that will leave a mark.", laughing the whole time! Mistress then lifts her skirt and sits on my face. "Go to it," she commands. I do! I start tonguing and licking her pussy. Mistress grabs my head and rams it up farther. This goes on for awhile. Mistress then reaches down and feels my pussy and says, "you are not as wet as I would like." Mistress gets off of me and stands up. She commands me to get off the floor and stand against the wall facing her. I slowly get up and go to the wall as commanded. I look at the Mistress. She is standing there in her beauty laughing at my pathetic state. Mistress commands me to start fingering myself while looking at her. I do! Mistress tells me to use many fingers. She wants me real wet. I do, but I must bend over a little. Mistress walks toward me. Her thighs are slightly rubbing the side of my face and I start to quiver. The Mistress notices and says, " are my thighs to much for you?' Mistress commands me to stop fingering my self and stand up against the wall. I do at her command. Mistress presses her body against mine against the wall. She reaches down to feel my wetness. Mistress then takes her right thigh and rubs against my pussy. This goes on for awhile. I am really hot and wet. Mistress reaches down again and feels the wetness. Mistress says, "You know bitch, you are really wet now. I think you adore Me in My thigh boots." Mistress continues to rub me. "You know bitch, my thighs are smooth and young unlike yours. Your body is old and saggy unlike mine. I have the beauty you never had or ever will have." The Mistress continues to rub me with her thigh. "You know bitch, another thing I have you will never have." I look up at her and ask, " what else could there be?" The Mistress looking down at me smiling says, "Power and strength." The Mistress then knees me in the crotch a couple of times. I slither down the wall. The Mistress just stands there laughing and humiliating me. I know my pain is great pleasure to her. To see me cry just makes her laugh more. Mistress grabs my hair and drags me to the center of the floor. I beg for her to stop. She sits on me again. Looking down and smiling, "you know bitch, this is only the beginning!" Mistress looks at me and laughs hysterically. There is more I would add to this fantasy. I want to be able to adore and worship a Mistress that treats me this way. I hope I have not offended you or scared you away. I would love to hear your reply to this. This is a fantasy story I typed out awhile back. I know it would never happen, but it does get me hot thinking about it. Ms, I know you are not like that, I wanted to share the story with you Ms. There is more I could add Ms. I do luv ya Ms! take care and good night Ms!.... slut lynn Dear HighSpikes This is the true story of the first time my Mistress used her strap-on to fuck my virgin ass, as best as I can recollect it. I love the erotic side of BDSM, tease and denial of course I like a bit of pain it makes all the teasing more enjoyable. Mistress had brought the subject up of the strap-on on many occasions, but in truth it scared the life out of me, I couldn't even imagine the pain of something like that, even a finger going up up my ass. During one of our sessions, Mistress had the offending strap-on strapped to her waist, she stood there in her pvc catsuit and thigh boots, looking like an amazon, stroking her cock, I was sat on my knees I know with a horrifying look on my face, I begged her that I was not ready for her strap on, she asked if I trusted her? of course I trusted her, there was no doubt of that, but I did not, would not have that dick up my ass, punish me in any way you see fit, I told her, but I beg you Mistress, not to do this to me. I trusted her because she had always eased me into everything at my own pace, even something I had not wanted to try, eclectics, I know love, but this taking my virginity was not going to happen! She walked closer to me and the offending cock was in my face, I looked up at her, and she slowly let out her spit, it took an age to reach the the cock, and it hit it right on the head of the cock, she told me to lick it off, I did as I was told, and now my once frightened limp prick was beginning to get stiff, she did the same again only more spit now, I of course licked that off also. She then ordered me to put the head of the cock in my mouth, and as I did so to keep looking straight into her eyes, without thinking I was doing what she asked, I began to give her cock head, all the while staring into her eyes, it was her eyes that made me suck that cock, because her eyes were telling me that she was pleased, she was smirking down at me, she staid, 'you see slave there is nothing to be scared of, suck my cock, look at you, no one would think this was your first time, you suck cock very well, I think your a secret cock sucker, are slave, do you suck cock? With a mouth full of cock, I told her no, that it was my first time, and it wasn't that I was enjoying it, it was because she was, I was pleasing her, and looking up at her was driving me crazy. She asked me if I trusted her? yes of course I trusted her and told her so! She then ordered me to get onto my hands and knees, the sound of her heels going to the other side of the room, then back to me, she knelt beside me, her pvc gloved hand caressing my ass, she whispered in my ear, I would never do anything to harm you, you come here to fulfill your fantasies, to stretch your limits" la of a sudden I felt something cold in my hole, "This is lube" she said" She began to massage my virgin star with her finger, I began to tense, the star was closing fast nothing was going in there! "Relax slave, feel my finger, relax your virgin hole, all the while she was whispering in my ear, teasing my earlobe with her tongue, suddenly her finger was inside me, just a little, and she left it there without moving, her other hand was now gently rubbing my very hard cock, her tongue still teasing my ear, all of a sudden I began to push back a little to take more of her finger in my ass, now she was fucking me with her finger, by the time I was getting used to it she removed it, then another sensation, pain, she was now inserting 2 fingers, but her hands on my dick, whispering in my ear what a dirty little slut I was, was driving me crazy, she told me not to cum, that if I did I would be sorry! She was now behind me, one hand on my waist, the other was forcing the her cock inside me, I felt my ass stretch and at first ether was some pain, but again she told me to relax, when your ready slut push onto my cock, I know you can take it, I know you want to please me, and this pleases me very much! Her hand now rubbing my dick faster, I pushed slowly onto her cock, she asked me if I was enjoying it, I told her yes, she told me that wasn't good enough, I want you to beg me to fuck your ass pussy. I begged like I have never begged before, "Please Mistress fuck my ass pussy with your cock I beg you please! My dick was dripping pre-cum her hand gripped my dick firmer, she was fucking me hard and furious now, calling me a cock loving slut! She ordered me to cum, I didn't need telling twice, her cock pounding my ass, her grip on my dick, I shot my load all over the floor, allover my Mistress's hand, she slowly removed her cock, I slumped on the floor with having the best orgasm I had ever had, she pulled me up to face her, put her fingers with my spunk on them into my mouth, I cleaned her hand like a good puppy that I am. "You see slave never doubt you Mistress!" Thank you Mistress for introducing me to your strap-on, now every session ends with a good fucking from my Mistress, and the cocks are getting bigger and bigger
Slave peter Hello I don't know why I like the cane so much, I love the sound it makes as it goes through the air, and I still wince through my gag at the pain, I don't know how many I can take, I cant even tell you how long it lasts, but when I recover from the floor, and see what has been done to Me I feel such excitement, & guilt all at the same time. My ass is always bruised, blue, with broken skin, the skin is open, and blood is dripping from the scars, sometimes I feel the urge to have it done again before the wounds are healed so that the old ones open up more to leave me permanently scared.
i want to explain it, maybe it self loathing, maybe the
power of another over Me, but its a need that must be
fulfilled, without it I'm nothing feel nothing, being
strapped down and caned till the tears fall from eyes
make me some how alive, like a junkie needs his next
fix. Adam. Leeds. Hello My life to serve be it Master or Domme, I was born to serve, to do exactly what I am ordered to do, and whenever I am told, I have had the word slave whore branded on My left buttocks, so there is no mistake on who or what I am. Who ever I am with at the time I am theirs totally with no safe words. I am a cunt-licking, cock worshiping slut, and will do anything to please my Master and Mistress. I seek a Dom/Domme couple to keep me locked up at night anywhere they choose, a dog house if they wish. I will live and serve to be the very best ability, and be punished accordingly when I step out of place. To feel My Masters hard cock in My ass while My Mistress watches, to be taken on a leash to BDSM events to be used by total strangers for My keepers own amusement. I will cater for all their needs. I have no rights, no say, whatever they ask I do for them, and when not needed I skulk away until I am needed next. Cock sucking, pussy licking pain slut searching for a real Dom/Domme 24/7 relationship. Give the worthless dog a chance, I will not disappoint.
Pain slut
Dear Highspikes I flew through school and then University with flying colours. I am one of those people that only have to read a book once and remember everything. I was always ready for each and every test, for me it was easy. I am what you would call a nerd, never popular as a child, so I concentrated on my future! At University, I met Samantha. I would charge other students for extra tutoring; it was easy money and instead like some having to work in as waiters or in bars, it left me more time to study. Sam was a petite bundle of fun, popular with every one at University, and I was in awe of her. She would sit close to me at my desk while I explained complicated mathematics. Twice a week she would turn up, and stay much longer than the two hours that she paid me for. She even broke dates with popular guys to be with me. Our first kiss was amazing! I thought maybe she was doing this for a bet, what would some one like her want with me? When we graduated from University, I started my own company and nothing could go wrong for me, it went from strength to strength, I began employing staff, the money was rolling in! Sam and I were married three months after we graduated, I don't know how it happened? I'm not ashamed to say that I don't look great, I'm skinny. I'm more than useless in the sack; my cock is tiny, and I know that whenever I had sex with Sammy that I never satisfied her, but I made her happy in other ways. I gave her everything that she wanted, anything money could buy, we had the great house, cars, holidays, she wore nothing but labels, but it made me miserable that I could not satisfy her sexually. One morning, while she was in the shower, I heard her mobile ring, by the time I got to it, it had stopped, missed call, I don't know why but I opened her mobile and began to read her texts, what I read broke my heart, they were from different guys, talking very graphically about what they had done to her, what they would like to do with her. I sat on the bed and wept like a little baby, that's how Sammy found me, she had a towel wrapped around her blond hair, naked but for her fluffy white bedroom mules. She saw her mobile in my hands, and knew instantly why I was sobbing uncontrollably. She held out her hand, I gave her the phone, what happened next stopped the tears dead! She slapped my face, first the left side then the right, "Stop that crying you pathetic fool, what did you expect me to do? How can you satisfy Me with that, she pointed to my tiny package in my shorts, Do I make you happy? Do I make you feel good? Do I not go out of My way to good look good for you?" I answered yes to all of her questions, but how could you do this to me. I love you! She said if I loved her, if I really wanted to make her happy, that if I wanted to to make out marriage work then it has to be her way or she would leave, she told me that she loved me and wanted us to stay together but things had to change, sex was boring, she wanted to take charge, and if she did then everything would be ok. I would lay my life down for Sammy, I know what people said behind my back, that she was only with me because of my money, but I would do anything to keep her! She told me she was getting ready for a date, that she would bring him back here in an hour, that I was to sit in the chair in the corner of the bedroom and say nothing do nothing, she went to the laundry basket and pulled out a pair of her worn dirty panties, "Put these on, and keep them on!" I did as I was told, I just went a long with it, what choice did I have, if I didn't she would leave me. She dressed and left without saying a word, and I'm sat left alone in the huge chair, wearing her dirty panties! I heard laughter downstairs, then footsteps coming towards the bedroom, the guy she was with was young and very handsome, they began to undress as if it were a race, kissing each other , tongues darting into each others mouths. Both naked he lifted her up off the floor laid her on the bed and began to eat her pussy, she was moaning like I've never heard before, she didn't do that with me, but watching the way he ate her pussy I'm not surprised. I could feel my cock stiffen in her soiled panties, watching her now take his huge cock in her mouth, he was holding her head pushing her onto him, I wanted to get out of the chair, I wanted to it all to stop, but I was stuck to the chair, staring at what this guy was doing to my wife. He put her on all fours, she was looking directly at Me, he took her pussy from behind and began to fuck her fast and furious, she screaming at him, "Show that wimp how a real man fucks his wife, look at him over there wearing My dirty panties, his tiny cock all hard and wet, fuck my pussy harder! The guy began to moan, "I'm coming fuck I'm coming!" His body finally stopped jerking, he took out his cock and lay back on the bed. She looked at me, "Get over here you skinny little worm." I got up out of the chair and with tears in my eyes but controlling my sobs, I looked at her satisfied face. "Get on your knees and clean out My pussy, clean out his spunk, every last drop, and as you do so, you can jerk off!". I couldn't believe what I was about to do, but on my knees I went and I worshiped and cleaned her pussy like I have never done before. I held my tiny cock through her dirty panties and started to pull on it, and for the first time ever I was making my wife moan, all of a sudden she screamed out with an orgasm and my spunk came in her dirty panties. The guy just got dressed and left, he acted like I wasn't even there. I was on my knees, and could not hold back the tears any longer. I was so ashamed for liking what had just happened, seeing my wife get fucked by a huge young cock, eating her pussy filled with his spunk was disgusting, but making her orgasm was what did it for me, I had made her cum, doing this for her made her cum. She was right, as she always is, I am now her cuckold husband, I support and encourage her dating and fucking other guys, sometimes I get the pleasure of seeing it and drinking the guys spunk, sometimes she dresses me up like a school girl before she leaves for a date and when she gets home I get the guy she's with hard for her by sucking his cock. My tiny cock is useless, so now she has bought a strap-on and if I beg her enough she uses it on me, I'm kept in chastity only to be released when I have pleased her. I am the cuckold husband, and a very happy one at that! Donald, USA
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