0 comments/ 15471 views/ 0 favorites Domina By: enchantman I enter into the hallway of the mansion. From the finely detailed woodwork and antiques, I assess the owner is quite wealthy. I have been invited by a cryptic message signed "J", inviting me to a very special party that I must not miss, or I would be very sorry indeed. As no one answers when I knock, I open the unlocked door, and now am browsing in the hallway. I hear voices in the distance, they seem to come from upstairs. I walk up the wide curved staircase, my hand sliding along the perfectly polished oak banister. I begin to notice the oil under my palm, until by the time I reach the top of the stairs my hand is dripping wet with warm, sweet oil. I rub my hands together, enjoying the sensation. The sounds that I heard before are clearer now, emanating from a room at the end of the upstairs hall. I walk upon the thick Oriental carpets, nearer to the door, which is slightly ajar. The nearer I approach, the sounds become louder, more distinct. It is the sound of woman's voices. One is pleading, the other is being very stern, issuing commands in a forceful tone. I arrive at the door and peer through the opening. A full length mirror is mounted behind a large bed, and in the mirror I see an incredible sight. There is raven haired beauty on the other side of the bed, naked except for a leather harness pressing her breasts forward, with metal rings around the nipples, causing them to quiver with tension. She is securely mounted on a strange piece of custom designed furniture, to which she is strapped by leather cords tied to her hands, her neck, and her ankles. A large black ivory dildo, shaped very much like a majestic penis, is mounted on an extending arm of the "chair", poised within centimeters of her vulva lips, which I see are quite wet, in fact dripping with a clear fluid that has coated her glistening thighs. A second dildo is mounted on another arm, this one pressed up behind her, nestled between the cheeks of her perfectly rounded ass. The well-lubricated bulbous beak of this second dildo has nearly penetrating her rear entrance. I am wondering what the purpose of these dildo "arms" is until the woman makes a slight squirming movement, barely a whimper of motion. As if by an invisible signal, the rear dildo immediately presses forward, obviously sensitively wired to her slightest motion, and with mechanical precision it proceeds to enter a good three inches into her tight asshole. As she reacted with physical alarm to this rude invasion from behind, her natural inclination drives her pussy forward, directly into the oncoming dildo before her. Thus begins the most riveting "tug-of-love", an experience of enforced pleasure such as I have never witnessed before. I open the door wider, and a second woman comes into view. Her head shaved bald, her lips painted deep red, she is dressed in a black leather vest with cross-stitching, naked below, straddling the face of the hapless love slave with her own hungry pussy. This must be the woman I had heard issuing commands. "Eat me, suck me! I want your tongue deeper, do you hear me? Yes, I like that!" I can see the pink tongue of the slave darting in and out of the standing woman's love canal, lapping repeatedly against her clitoris,which now is quite visible even from where I am standing. Like a bud of a spring flower, this glorious clit must protrude nearly an inch from the folds of her cunt. With each flick of the slaves tongue, the eyes of the leatherclad slavedriver roll up in her head and a loud moan issued from her lips. "Please, madam. Let me off of this machine, and I'll be able to touch you and suck you even better!" These are the first words I have heard from the slave, who is clearly enjoying giving great pleasure to her mistress. "O, you don't like my special chair? Here, let me make it a little more sensitive!" With this, the dominatrix (for that is what she is), leans over and shifts a lever on the chair. It must be connected to hidden pulleys in some devilish fashion, for immediately the movements become even faster, with one dildo entering the instant the other one exits, each dripping with the juice of this poor, exquisite creature being driven mad with sexual pleasure. I cough inadvertantly, and the leather clad dominatrix looks up at me with a startled expression. But the slave sees me and smiles, her face sopping wet with love juices. "I'm glad you could come to my party! I am Jalina, "J", the one who invited you, and have spent all day getting ready for you! Come on in and join us!" I am shocked to realize it is my mysterious hostess who has allowed herself to be abused in such an unusual manner. But before I have a chance to think further about the situation, the dominatrix has moved into action. Stepping briskly foward (I notice she is heightened by six-inch spike heels), she kneels down before me, her head nearly touching my feet. "Master, I have prepared her as you have ordered! Let me be of any further service that you wish- I am your servant, I am your slave!" I am speechless with wonder at this most unusual predicament, but decide to act the part. "Very well, undo the mechanical arms. I wish to have a closer look." In moments the arms were removed from the chair, and Jalina's quivering loins are wide open to my gaze and touch. "Bring me a chair, so that I may be at leisure!" This accomplished, I proceed to bring my face within sniffing distance of the dripping flower that spreads before me. I grasp the cheeks of Jalina's ass in my oily palms, and dive my tongue deeply into her waiting honeypot. She screams. "Silence her with your pussy, woman!" I command Domina, now my own slave. She does as she is commanded, and Jalina's screams of ecstacy are muffled by her dripping cunt. I continue to suck and lick to my heart's content, reveling in the sweet taste and smell of this goddess of desire. The more I lick her, the more excitement mounts in my loins, until it is unbearable. I now release my cock, so long contained a prisoner, into the fertile atmosphere of this pleasure sanctuary. It feels full and heavy in my oily hand, and senses an urgent mission to attend to. I notice a pulley in the ceiling, with a cord hanging loosely down. This I quickly attach to her ankle straps, and in moments her legs are raised high, her sweet asshole in perfect position for my grand entrance. "I know you've probably had enough, but we're going to have a little more now!" I slap her bottom, giving her fair warning of what is to come, but don't hesitate an instant to plunge into her tight pink rear chamber, which fairly sucks my lingam right up with a most amazing contraction. The muscles of her anal sphincter grip my shaft convulsivly, so hard I can barely retreat, but with force of mind and will I somehow manage to withdraw. "So, you think you can trap me in your little playground- we'll see about that!" Again I plunge in, this time with more ease, and though her muscle still squeezes, it can't trap me again. I begin moving in and out, rubbing more oil from my hands onto the shaft whenever it appears from the dark cavern. I have been so enraptured in my activity I haven't noticed that Domina has crawled around to where I am, has slipped under us, and is now mouthing and slathering my engorged prick whenever it appears fresh from Jalina's ass. Through her open mouth she says, "The better to assist you, master! May your cock be ever wet, ever hard, and ever hot!" My hands now free, I reach up toward Jalina's trapped nipples, and begin squeezing them hard, twisting them this way and that. She struggles, but of course this only makes my fucking her ass ever more invigorating. Oh, the life of luxury! With Domina's attention to my prick and balls, for she has now engulfed my entire sack in her wet mouth and is gently nudging each testicle with her skillful tongue, I begin to feel that familiar rising sensation, as if a wave is about to break. I step back, pull Domina to her feet, spin her around. "Eat her!" I command. As she leans forward to honor my wishes, I spread her beautiful ass. My cock is quite lubricated, but her asshole is tight and dry. What a challenge! She whimpers and makes little shrieks as I rampage deeply into her untouched regions, and as she does her best to concentrate on her assignment- licking the sweet pink asshole of her lady Jalina. I reach around Domina, again finding those tight little Jalina nipples peeking through the metal rings. With a firm twist, I drive her over the edge, and she comes to her greatest orgasm with wild lurches, pressing her bottom again and again into Domina's face, impaling her asshole on Domina's serpent tongue, and impaling me quite firmly, deeply, into the treasure chambers of Domina's ass. My coming seems to have no ending, and I am satisfied...for now. Domina She pulled the shiny, black thigh-high leather boot on over her leg and zipped it up. She had just purchased them that morning and as she looked at herself in the mirror she couldn't help but admire how stunning she looked in them. Turning her body this way and that she assessed the image in front of her. The outfit didn't leave much to the imagination. The tight black leather corset ran from her belly button to the bottom of her breasts, cupping and lifting them beautifully. The leather panties were adorned with small metal loops with chains running between each one. She ran her hands down the silhouette of her body slowly. The mere feel of the leather against her body and the knowledge of what was to come were enough to wet her pussy. This wasn't her. This woman standing in the mirror. She wasn't like this. At least, she didn't think so until now. Before today she had been shy. Her husband had even picked on her about it. Oh, he had tried to break her out of her shell. He bought handcuffs and rope and tied her to the bed. A collar and lead, gags, and other seemingly fun toys. But nothing seemed to work. She would try and play along for him but she couldn't let herself completely go. And that is why he challenged her. He told her that for one night he would let her be in control. Let her decide what to do. He would be her slave and she his Mistress. The rules were simple. He would not help her in any way and he would not speak unless told to. Putting her in charge would force her to explore he thought. Find out what turns her on. What gets her wet. And so far, it was working, she thought to herself. She picked up the riding crop that she had sitting on the counter and slapped it into her hand. The quick sting hurt slightly and forced her back into the reality of what she was about to do. Her hands trembled nervously. She closed her eyes, wondering for a moment if she could do this. No, she had to be strong. It was too late. She had come too far to turn back now. She took the crop and snapped it against her thigh. The pain ran up and down her leg for a second and then dissipated. She opened her eyes and looked into her reflection once more. The image she saw now was of a strong confident woman. One that was going to take what she wanted and feel all the pleasures that she had thus far been too scared to explore. Her hand grasped the door knob of the guest bedroom. Goose-bumps spread across her skin. She forced her wrist to turn and the door swung open with a creak. The room was pitch black except for the few candles she had lit earlier when she was "preparing him". As her eyes adjusted she began to make out his naked form in the center of the room. Exactly where she had left him an hour before. His muscular body looked even better in the flickering candle light than normal. It accentuated every hard line and ripple in his arms and chest and abs. She was always fond of staring at him. She could sit for hours after making love and just take in his beautiful naked form. The room was hot and sweat dripped down his body, making it glisten wonderfully. A leather blindfold covered his eyes, making it impossible to tell what was coming next. A collar was clasped around his neck. A small heart-shaped lock hung from the metal ring in the front and a chain dangled down across his chest. It was the same one he had gotten for her. She figured it was due payback. Circling him like a lioness examining her fresh kill she dragged the tip of the riding crop across his skin. His stomach, arms, back and then down to his hands which were handcuffed together behind him. The tip of the crop found its was down to his toned bottom. And with a snap she flicked the tip hard on his skin. He gritted his teeth but didn't make a sound. That wouldn't do, she thought to herself. She remembered when she was in this position. How he had spanked her bare ass with his palm repeatedly until she screamed out loud. No, this wouldn't do. She was going to return the favor. She was going to make him feel what it was like to submit to someone. Just like she had felt. Once more she brought the leather crop down on him with a loud SMACK! This time even harder. He didn't have a choice this time but to react. He lurched forward slightly and let out a slight grimace. Better, she thought. An evil smile grew on her face. Pleased with herself. She was beginning to really enjoy this new part of her. Still slightly afraid to let herself free, but the feeling was intoxicating. Like a drug, she wanted to feel it again; the power. Sitting down in the chair she had placed in front of him, she leaned over and spoke in the strictest voice she could come up with. "Enjoying yourself, baby?" Her finger traced across his jaw line as he answered her. "Yes". She gave him a slight smack across the cheek. "Yes, Mistress", she corrected. His lips curled up into a smile briefly. Enjoying the fact that she was finally getting into it. The smile disappeared quickly as he answered, "Yes, Mistress". She was being too soft, she thought to herself. He wasn't her husband tonight. He wasn't her "baby". He was her slave. And she needed to take control and remind him of that. "Your mine tonight, slave. Do you understand?", she hissed. "Yes, Mistress", he replied quickly. She continued, "Your body isn't yours any more. It's mine" As she spoke she began rubbing her hands across his naked skin. "Your mouth, your chest..." Her hands drew lower. "Your cock". With that she took a hold of him tightly. He leaned forward under her grasp. He was already rock hard in her hands. She wanted so badly to just feel it inside of her, but she fought the urge. She needed to play more first. To explore this powerful woman she had kept dormant. She pulled him in closer to her. Her lips inches from his. Her hand stroked his cock below as she whispered. "I'm going to make you beg for release." Something he had said to her once before, when he had her bound and tied to the bed. He had tortured her for what seemed like hours. Bringing her to the brink of sweet release and then stopping, just to do it all over again. Now it was his turn. Leaning back into the chair, she crossed her legs in front of her. The tip of her boot came up under his chin and raised his head to her. "I want you to kiss my boots, slave". He obeyed without hesitation. His lips kissed across the shiny black leather of her boot as she watched him obey her command. She ran the riding crop across his strong shoulders. His mouth wandered higher up her leg. Kissing across her calf and up to the top of the boot around her lower thighs. She could feel her pussy getting wetter as his mouth moved up and up. Her hips began slowly inching forward ready to accept his mouth against her. Unfastening the strings around her hips her panties dropped onto the chair. Leaving her smooth, shaved pussy exposed. Reaching down she took a hold of the chain attached to his collar and pulled his face between her thighs. His mouth worked ravenously as if overcome by an insatiable apatite. She moaned loudly, allowing herself to fully enjoy the moment like she had never been able to do before. The orgasm welled up inside of her like a burning fire growing stronger. His tongue rubbed against her clit and moved in and out of her pussy lips. Her wetness grew and washed over his mouth and face. It didn't matter to him. He wanted more of her. He needed more of her. His mouth worked harder and faster as her body began to quiver. The fire between her legs grew hotter and stronger until finally exploding to the surface. She pulled tighter on his chain, drawing him in tighter against her throbbing pussy. Her thighs clamped down on his head, holding him in place as if he were going to suddenly pull away. She screamed louder than she had ever before. Her hips bucked against his wet face.. Her breasts heaved beautifully up and down as she tried to gasp for air. Still caught in the moment she loosened her grip and threw him to the ground. His back hit the ground hard, unable to use his hands to break the fall. He rolled around this way and that, trying to get into a better position but she was already on top of him. She loomed over him on all fours, still breathing heavily. And in a ravenous voice she spoke. "That was good, slave. That was very, very good." Her hand reached between her legs and grabbed a hold of his throbbing cock. "And now you get your reward." She began stroking him off vigorously. Harder and faster. His mouth opened and his hips rose to meet her hand. She could tell that he was close to cumming. But she had one last trick before that was allowed. She leaned over and in an evil voice whispered in his ear, "Beg for it". This was another thing she had heard before and was happy to return the favor to him. She remembered having to beg like an animal for it. Now it was his turn. His cock felt like it was about to explode in her hand but no response. She gave it a quick smack with her hand. He grimaced. She repeated, "Beg for it, slave". He managed to choke the words out, "Please Mistress". This wasn't enough for her. She gave his cock another smack. "Please, what", she growled? He gritted his teeth and begged, "Please, Mistress. May I cum?" Looming over him she answered, "Yes you may". Her hand began working once again on his rock hard cock. Stroking it hard. And as his body tensed and his hips rose again against her hand he cried aloud into the room. The hot cum shot out of him and across them both. Her hand didn't stop stroking until every last drop had been released. His body collapsed, unable to move. She leaned up and kissed him fully on the lips. Her tongue going deep inside his mouth. In almost an erotic moan she spoke to him. "Rest up, honey. I'll be back again soon for more." And with that she stood up, walked out and closed the door behind her. Leaving him there in the dark. And even as he laid there helpless on the ground, his hands cuffed behind him and the blindfold still over his eyes, he couldn't help but smile. Domina Katarina Goes Shopping Several days ago, there was an e-mail in my inbox. It was of course from my Domina, Katarina, because the e-mail account is for her exclusive use, when she wishes to communicate with me. Because I am her sissy slut, and from time to time she finds ways for me to prove my usefulness to her. The e-mail read: "Hello, sissy slut, I have decided I wish to go on a shopping excursion this Saturday. You will accompany me! You will bring lots of cash, and your credit and debit cards! Because I am going to let you pay for my shopping. This will make me happy! You do want to make me happy, don't you, my pathetic sissy slut? And, if you are a good sissy, I will let you carry my bags for me! Come to my place at 1 P.M. Domina Katarina I read the e-mail over and over again, my heart racing! She asked "You do want to make me happy, don't you?" My Domina really knew how to tease me! She very well knew the answer to that question! It was only a few weeks ago that she had seduced me into enslavement, by the use of her beauty, feminine charm and natural dominant nature. I fell quickly into her control. First, she feminised me. Then, she had me crawl before her and beg to be her sissy slut, a plaything for her amusement! I found that her happiness was all that really mattered anymore! She was well aware of the power she had over me, and that I was totally subservient to her whims! I arrived exactly at 1 P.M, as instructed. She opened the door and let me in. Domina Katarina was dressed in tight black leather pants and a white blouse. Her long blonde hair fell loose around her shoulders. She was superbly made up- a beautiful woman prepared for an afternoon of shopping! "Strip! Then kneel before me!" She commanded. I did so as quickly as I could- I had learned the hard way that she expected her directions to be followed promptly! "So, sissy slut, today is a special day! You are going shopping with me! You have two purposes today- you are going to pay for my shopping, so you may think of yourself as my 'walking wallet'! You will walk behind me, carrying money to buy me things and keep me happy! Your second purpose will be to carry my shopping for me! You will walk behind me with my purchases. You are going to be my bag boy! What do you think of all this, sissy slut? Hmmm?" I replied, "Thank you Domina Katarina, for letting me buy you things and be your bag boy!" Domina Katarina smiled and rose from her chair. "First, I need to prepare you for today. Here are some things for you!" She held up a butt plug, a chastity device and a pair of black, frilly panties. She inserted the butt plug and I winced. Next, she attached the chastity device to me. Finally she took the panties and stroked them across my face. I began to get aroused, but the chastity device stopped that. She said, "Now, you are going to be walking with me on the street. Do you remember what I taught you during our leash training session? What are the rules?" I replied, "I must always stay three paces behind you, Domina Katarina! And always to the left of you!" "Very good, sissy slut! Now, when we walk today, you will observe those rules! However, you will not be leashed. You must always walk at the same pace as me! And, to maintain your focus, you will always keep your eyes on my ass!" Domina Katarina produced a leash and held it loose between her hands. "I will have your leash and collar in my purse. If I sense that you are not following me correctly or if you are not keeping up my pace..." She pulled the leash tight between her hands. "Then I may just have to put this on you! Would you like that? Would you like the public to know what our real relationship is? Hmmm?" I stammered, "That won't be necessary, Domina Katarina! I will follow you just as you have told me!" Domina Katarina had me put on my panties slowly. My skin tingled as I put them on. She made me stand in front of the mirror. She sighed in my ear "Now look at you! A good litttle sissy slut, all prepared to go shopping with her Domina! Now, into your street clothes! It is time to go! The taxi is here!" *** We got out of the taxi on Robson Street. Domina Katarina snapped her fingers and pointed to my place, three paces behind her. We began walking. It was difficult for me, with the butt plug, to walk comfortably, and I found I had to take quick short steps. It must have made me look ridiculous, half walking/ half stumbling three paces behind her! She walked poised, head held high, while I shuffled behind her like a well trained dog! I heard a few people laugh, but I could not look at them- my focus was on Domina Katarina's ass. It was beautiful, swaying side to side in the tight leather pants, the curves of her cheeks displayed so superbly! With the anal stimulation from the butt plug, and the visual stimulation from her ass, I found myself getting hard, but the chastity device soon reminded me of her control over that part of my body! At one point, Domina Katarina sensed that I was not keeping up. She stopped, and raising one eyebrow suggestively, began to take the leash out of her purse. My eyes implored her, pleadingly, to not leash me in public! She smiled and nodded, and continued walking. Finally, she stopped. She stood in front of a shop. She pointed to the door, and I hurried forward to let her in. She said, "You will come in too! Wait for me inside the entrance! When I have finished shopping, I will summon you!" We entered the shop, and I found myself surrounded by beautiful shoes! I looked around- shoes of the finest kind on all the walls! Sandals, high heels, boots! Domina Katarina was greeted by one of the shop girls. They seemed to know one another. From my place in the shop I could see Domina trying on all sorts of shoes, trying them out by walking around, sitting down and arching her foot, admiring the way the shoe looked on her. After some time, I saw her walk to the sales desk. She snapped her finger, and I hastened to her. She said, "Sissy slut, this is Miss ____. She has helped me buy my footwear today. Give her your credit card!" I took out my credit card and gave it to Miss ___. She rang it through. Domina Katarina said, "Now, sissy slut, Miss ___ has been very helpful today. I think she deserves a good tip! Bring out your cash!" I pulled out a roll of bills from my pocket. Domina Katarina continued, "Now be a good girl, sissy slut, and ask Miss ___ to take a hundred dollars, and thank her for allowing you to give it to her!" I found myself saying, "Please take a hundred dollars, Miss ___! And thank you for the privilege of allowing me to give it to you!" Miss ___ smiled and took the hundred dollars. She looked at Domina Katarina and said, "Well done, Katarina! I see you're bringing this one along quite nicely! And you've only been training her for how long?" Domina Katarina smiled, tossing her hair. "I enslaved this one just a month ago! Once I found out about her desire to buy me things, it has been very easy! Well, we must go- see you later!' We went back into the street. I found walking more difficult than before, because now I was trailing behind Domina Katarina while carrying two bags, each bag holding three or four boxes of footwear! However, by concentrating on following her behind, I was able to stumble along satisfactorily. We walked a few more blocks. Domina Katarina stopped in front of another shop door. No word was spoken- I hurried to the door and opened it for her. She brushed by me, close. I could smell her perfume! She said, "Same as before, sissy slut! Wait for me inside the store until I summon you!" We entered the shop. I looked around and my senses reeled! We were in a high-end lingerie shop! Everywhere, beautiful lingerie! Panties, bras, stockings, garter belts, corsets, bustiers!! It was a dream come true for me, Domina Katarina's sissy slut!! Domina Katarina walked around the shop. A sales girl was assisting her. I saw her holding up various pieces of lingerie and checking them out in front of a mirrror. At one point she and the sales girl were talking and laughing. They both looked at me and Domina Katarina pointed at me. More laughter! I felt my cheeks go red in humiliation! Finally, I heard the snap of Domina Katarina's fingers. I hurried over to the sales desk. Domina Katarina said, "Sissy slut, this is Madame ___! Introduce yourself like a good girl!" I heard myself say, "Hello Madame ___! Nice to meet you! I am Domina Katarina's sissy slut!" Madame ___ smiled knowingly and complimented Domina Katarina on how well I behaved! Domina Katarina said, "Use your debit card this time, sissy slut! Pay for all of this lingerie I have chosen to let you pay for!" I gave Madame ___ my debit card. "And, sissy slut," continued Domina Katarina, "hold out that roll of cash and ask Madame ___ to have a tip!" I did as I was told. I held out the cash and said "Please take some of my cash as a tip, Madame ___! And thank you for accepting money from a sissy slut!" Madame ___ laughed and took $150, smiling at Domina Katarina. She said, "Very impressive, Katarina!! Perhaps your best job yet!" Domina Katarina smiled and said, "See you later!" She looked at her watch. "Oh dear," she said, "where does the time go? We must get a cab back to my place!" *** We arrived at Domina Katarina's condo. She told me to put all the shopping bags in a corner. "Strip! Sissy slut!" she hissed. I obeyed immediately and stood before her wearing only my panties. I knelt before her. She walked around me and spoke. "Well, I must say you did very well, sissy slut! You were just the very best shopping companion! I know my friends, those two girls in the shops, were quite impressed with your performance! But, I think I really need to show them more of how well your training is progressing! What do you think of that? Hmmm? So, we've decided to have a little get-together tonight! A little party! And you are going to serve us! I've a pretty maid's outfit that you will wear! You will be the most pleasing servant you can be! I want you to make me proud! I want them both to see just how a man can be turned into a useful servant, a sissy slut, by a naturally superior female!!" I hung my head in humiliation, knowing what she said to be true! Just weeks ago, I had been a self-centered male. But, she had used her feminine power and seduced me and enslaved me! Then, exploring my weakness for her, she had turned me into a proper sissy slut whose only thoughts were serving a female supremacist! Domina Katarina continued, "Tonight you will obey my guests as you would obey me! No task they give you will be beneath your dignity! You will thank them for any humiliation they may wish to favour you with! And, I have decided you will serve dressed up as a maid! Go to that closet and bring out your uniform, sissy slut!". I did as I was told- Domina Katarina then helped me get into my uniform for the night, stockings, garter belt, panties, bra, short black skirt, frilly black blouse, and heels. She made me stand in front of the mirror. "Look!" she cooed, "what a proper little maid you are! Ready for service, aren't you?" I nodded. I was ready for service. Whatever I was told to do, I knew I would do it! I had absolutely no choice anymore! Domina Katarina said, "Now, I am going to have a bath and get ready! I want you to spend the next hour cleaning! You can start with dusting!" She strode out of the room, leaving me with some rags and a feather duster. I looked around. There was so much to be done and so little time! I began my chores. As I did so I would catch a glimpse of myself from time to time in the mirror. There I was- sissy slut of Domina Katarina! And soon, to be sissy slut to her friends!! Domina Katarina Pt. 01: Office Management My name is Tom. At least it was until a few months ago. Anyway, let me explain... I run a successful small business. I started the business, and through a lot of hard work the business grew and grew. But it meant many long days, and the pressure was getting to me, so I decided I needed a full time assistant. I mentioned this to a colleague of mine one day, and he said he knew a woman who would be perfect for the job. As he put it "She's just the girl for you! Her name is Katarina. I'll get her to call you!" A few days later my phone rang. It was Katarina. We agreed on a time for an interview the next day at 1 PM. Sure enough, precisely at 1 PM the following day, there was a knock on my office door. I opened it, and in strode Katarina. Well, I was bowled over! She was magnificent to look at- classic European lines: beautiful figure, blonde, smooth complexion, great posture! The interview could not have gone better. She proved to me how intelligent she was, and how much business knowledge she possessed. The only problem with the interview was that from time to time I was distracted by her beauty! I would find myself staring at her, in the middle of a sentence, and losing the train of the conversation. She noticed this and smiled confidently and in obvious amusement, so self-assured she was! She started work the next day. It did not take her long to get the hang of my business. Within a week she had mastered all the work I had given her, and was looking for more challenges. After a month she was doing more and more of my own work, even making suggestions on how I could improve my work habits and make the business more profitable. She was very concerned about detail- she would have me correct my posture as I sat behind my desk. She would review my memos for spelling and grammar and scold me if they did not meet her expectations! Gradually she took on more and more responsibility and I found myself doing some of the more mundane, easier work- things I had originally hired her to do! My colleague had been right- she was just the girl for me! One morning I came in to work and saw a small package lying on the floor next to Katarina's desk. I picked it up. It was a pair of panties she must have bought, and they had fallen to the floor. I hesitated. I knew I should put them on her desk. But, I wanted to open the package! What kind of panties did Katarina wear? I knew I must find out! I walked into my office and closed the door. I carefully opened the package so I could put it back on her desk, later. I pulled out a pair of black frilly satin panties! They were gorgeous! I tried to imagine what they would look like on her. I held them up to my nose and smelled them. Then I rubbed them softly across my face, feeling their softness! I was getting more and more aroused... I closed my eyes... The door opened! Standing there was Katarina! Katarina walked in. She closed the door, and locked it. She stood there, facing me. She was smirking. She spoke. "Well, what have we here, hmmm? I knew my panties were missing! So, did you find them, Tom? Were you planning on giving them back, hmmm?" I stammered "Well, you see... that is... I..." "Now, don't be embarrassed, Tom! I suppose it's only natural for you to want to see my panties! Because, I've noticed the way you've been looking at me! Can't keep your eyes off me, can you?" I shook my head. "No, I can't! You're just too beautiful!" Katarina walked around me as she spoke, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. "So, what do you think is my best feature, hmmm? Is it my legs? Do you like my legs? Or maybe my ass? My breasts? Hmmm?" Katarina undid the top two buttons on her blouse and I stared at her cleavage! She continued pacing around me, eyeing me up and down as she spoke. "Perhaps you like Katarina's hair? Maybe that's it!" Katarina stood directly in front of me and pulled out the pin that held her hair in a tight bun. She shook her head, first one way then the other. Her beautiful blonde hear poured over her shoulders! She stood there, hands on her hips. She stared directly into my eyes and held me fast with her gaze! "So, Tom, how would you describe me? What is the first word that comes into that little head of yours?" I responded instinctively. There was only one word to describe her. "Superior!" I said, my eyes dropping submissively to the floor as I said it. "That's right, Tom! I am superior! Now, there's something I would like you to do, since you like my panties so much! Can you guess what it is? Can you?" I shook my head in confusion. "Well, Tom, I want you to take off all your clothes. And, you will put my panties on! I want to see how you look in them!" I began to protest. Katarina walked up to me and slapped my face lightly. "Now, Tom, you don't want word to get out that you are a panty thief, do you? Now be a good boy and undress for me! And, if you find it embarrassing you can put on the panties with your back turned!" I nodded and removed my clothes. Then, with my back turned to her, I slowly pulled the panties up. They were so sexy! I felt myself getting very aroused and my skin tingled! Katarina snapped her fingers. "Now, turn and face me!" she commanded. I meekly turned around. Katarina was holding up her cell phone. A flash went off! She had taken my picture!! I began to protest. Katarina held up one finger and I quieted. She tapped the phone a few times. "Good!" she said, "I just sent the photo to a friend of mine! Unless she hears from me in exactly two minutes, she will send the photo to... people you know who might... be surprised at what they see! Now, we're going to have a little talk! For you see, your life is about to change! Now, kneel before me! Do it!!" Katarina walked over to my desk and sat on the edge of it. She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor in front of her. I dropped meekly to my knees. It seemed so natural somehow! Katarina began to speak... "From this moment on, you will agree to do exactly what I say! You will promise to always obey me! If you don't... well, there's always that photo, isn't there? So, Tom, what's it going to be?" I shook my head in confusion. "I... I... don't know..." I stammered. Katarina said "Well, you had better decide soon! Only fifteen seconds left, Tom! And, I want to you mean it! I want you to grovel before me and beg to obey me! Now! Kiss my foot! Lick my stiletto heel! Do it! Obey!!" At that moment, her phone began to ring! Katarina looked severely at me and arched her eyebrow in expectation. She lifted the phone to her mouth! It rang again! I looked at myself, kneeling before her, trapped in her panties, and I knew I had no choice anymore!! She had broken me! I must obey her!! I crawled to her outstretched foot! She was rolling it from side to side suggestively! I kissed her perfectly painted toes and sucked on her stiletto heel! I whimpered submissively "Please let me obey you, Katarina! Please! I will do anything you say! You are superior and I must do as you tell me! Please teach me to be obedient!! I beg you!!" Katarina looked down on me, sneering, smiling! Looking down on me, an inferior male who she had so easily changed into a submissive whimpering thing! She answered the phone. "Hello? Oh hi, Tanya! Yes, you got the photo? Great! Well, you can hang on to it... for now! Because you see... I have established control! Now it is time for his conditioning! Talk to you soon! Bye!" Katarina got off the desk and began to walk around the room. I knelt, head down, submissive and quiet. She spoke. "So, as I said before, your life is going to change! From now on I am in control! I am no longer just Ingrid! I am Mistress Katarina! Now, I want you to say something for me. I want you to say 'Yes Mistress Katarina! Thank you Mistress Katarina!' Do it!" I looked up at her beautiful superior face. She stared commandingly into my beseeching eyes. I murmured "Yes, Mistress Katarina! Thank you Mistress Katarina!" She smiled. She leaned down and raised my face upward with her hand. "Very good! You will learn to say that phrase without thinking! It will come as easily as breathing for you. From now on it's always going to be 'Yes Mistress Katarina! Thank you Mistress Katarina!' Isn't it? Hmmm?" Held by her compelling gaze, I nodded my head. I said the words without thinking, "Yes Mistress Katarina! Thank you Mistress Katarina!" "Stand up!" she said. I stood up. "Sit at your desk!" she commanded. I walked obediently to my desk and sat down. Mistress Katarina held up a pad of paper. "This," she said "is what was called a stenographer's pad." Years ago, male bosses would dictate letters to their female secretaries, who would write them down in this pad! Well, times have changed! Today I will dictate and you will write!" Mistress Katarina placed the stenographer's pad and a pen in front of me. "Now, I will recite three important sentences! You will repeat them out loud and write them down! Pick up that pen!" I picked up the pen. Mistress Katarina looked me squarely in the eyes. "The first phrase is 'My name is Tiffany' Say it!" Puzzled, I repeated "My name is Tiffany". "Very good!" Mistress Katarina said, "because from now on that will be your name! It is a name I have chosen for you! Now write that down, Tiffany!" I did as I was told and wrote it down. "Next, you will say 'I am Mistress Katarina's sissy maid'." Redfaced I repeated obediently "I am Mistress Katarina's sissy maid". I wrote it down. "Finally, say 'I must always obey Mistress Katarina'." I repeated "I must always obey Mistress Katarina", and wrote it down as well. Mistress Katarina stood behind me and leaned over to look at what I had written down. Her gorgeous hair brushed my face. I could feel her beside me and sense her energy, her power, her innate superiority. I felt weak and vulnerable and completely submissive to her! She spoke "Well done, Tiffany! But from now on, I want you to write with a feminine hand! More curls in your writing! And make little circles or hearts when you dot the i's! I am going to my desk and work now! I am going to lock your office door for the morning! Your job this morning, Tiffany, is to fill that steno pad with those three phrases! Write them over and over like a good girl! And think about what you are writing, Tiffany! Because, you see, that is what the rest of your life will be about! From now on, you are Tiffany, my sissy maid! And believe me, YOU WILL ALWAYS OBEY ME!!' Mistress Katarina leaned closer to me. She tilted my face upward and slapped it hard, once on each cheek! "Now get to work, Tiffany!! I will be back at noon, and you had better do a good job!" Mistress Katarina strode out of the room, head held high, poised, superior. I heard the lock on the door click. I was locked in! I began to write. As I wrote I repeated what I was writing: "My name is Tiffany" "I am Mistress Katarina's sissy maid" "I must always obey Mistress Katarina" I knew what I was writing was true! Mistress Katarina was now my owner, and I would do anything she wanted from now on!! (End of Part 1) ***** Author's note: This story is of course a fantasy. Domina Katarina has never worked for me. In fact, I work for Her. It is my job to keep Her happy! Dominae I woke on Friday; sleep slowly dissipating from me as my slumber ebbed away with the spring sunshine breaking in through the gap in the curtains. At once I thought ‘shit I’ve overslept’ as John wasn’t there. His side of the bed an outline imprint of his body, the white sheets bare and wrinkled from his presence. But there on the pillow lay a crisp white piece of paper. My eyes began to focus and I picked up the note. A note left on the pillow wasn’t unusual from him – he often left me poems or sweet pearls of his desire for me picked out in writing, as his chosen way of expressing his passion and desire for me. The note was simple and direct, ‘pack a bag for the weekend, you only need basics, as I've noted below and be ready at 7’. Direct and punchy was not something I expected from him - he usually was the romantic and indirect type, often needing to be coerced and sometimes his vulnerable and insecure side showed. Below was indeed a list – some toiletries & make-up. That was it no more no less, which made me wonder what sort of weekend could he have planned. Usually I would have needed time to get organised and want to take a selection of clothes so I had a choice. I tried to call him and text him to find out more – his mobile was switched off. I packed as instructed and headed for work. I spent my day wondering what he had arranged, and thinking of what treats he had in mind for me. My job is demanding so time passed quickly but I eagerly anticipated a surprise weekend away. At 7 his car pulled up and I jumped in, and as I kissed him asked ‘so where’s this surprise then’, hardly able to contain myself. To which he replied simply ‘you’ll see’. We drove for about an hour and he resisted any of my questions. Soon we pulled up a hotel in some woods, with a vast sweeping drive and surrounded by lawns. This was indeed special and while pleased that he had obviously picked a luxurious hotel, annoyed as I had packed as instructed and didn’t have a thing to wear for dinner. Any protestation from me where I with ‘don’t worry its all arranged’ and my worries passed when I saw he had a large bag with him. Once checked in we headed for our room - a gorgeous room too. The room was dominated by the huge four poster bed, with drapes and wide enough to take three pillows. The whole room was sumptuous and I smiled both inside and on my face at the effort he had made for me – I turned and put my arms around him expecting a long passionate kiss, but he said in an assertive voice ‘I want you to do as I say, exactly as I say. Don’t question me just trust me and you will have a time of your life’. As I looked into his blue eyes they held my gaze and there was a steely glint to them. I knew that too many he didn’t look like butter would melt in his mouth but I knew him better and he was as confident a lover as could be wished for. ‘I want you take a bath and get ready, I’ll lay your clothes out for you’. Despite demanding to see his choice of clothes which he refused, I was able to relax in the bath. I lay there in the bath using a salt scrub and body polish over my skin, leaving it lush and smooth. I loved the feel of my skin like that and with my gym workout had toned my body my thighs especially. My hands moved over my body gently caressing my breasts with the thought of him making love to me - I felt good and he has made me feel like that, a sure way to get me horny too. Lying on the bed was a black Karen Millen dress, V shaped both front and back which was edged in lace at the front and sleeveless. Id seen this before and didn’t pick up that that he must have noticed – however I had expected him to have bought underwear too as I followed the list. ‘No you won’t need any, just the hold ups and the dress’. I sipped the dress over my head and it fitted perfectly. The soft fabric clung to my body outlining my shape; the silk dress had a little Lycra for shape and felt like a second skin. However I worried as although only a b cup I normally prefer a bra, and how noticeable it would be without anything on underneath. As we went to the bar I felt eyes on me and I was made even more self conscious by the sway of my loose breasts which were quite exposed in the deep V. The barman couldn’t take his eyes off me – John whispered ‘don’t worry, you look fantastic’. I sat and the dress edged up my legs, showing a hint of the lacy top to my hold ups, and felt the warm air on my pussy which aroused me even more. The waiter approached us and I noted how he looked like someone famous but could place who he was – square jawed, a dimple in his chin, black hair combed back and deep dark eyes. His eyes slowly ran along my legs drinking in my calves over my knees and to my thighs and I was about to unfold my legs in case I was showing too much when John’s hand held my leg there. And as he took his hand off he left the hem slightly higher showing exposing even more, perhaps some of the top of my thigh creamy white contrasting so obviously with the hold ups. The waiter’s eyes were now moving up my body and as I was sitting there my boobs were delicately balanced in this dress and exposing a lot of cleavage. I felt warmth between my legs at this and barely could utter my order as my pussy began to moisten. At the table John sat next to me, and he teased me throughout the meal. At one point when the waiter was pouring wine, John’s hand was on my thigh making little circles with his fingers on my inner thigh. His hand slid a little further up above my hold ups and my dress moved with his hand, only the table cloth saving my pussy from being exposed to the waiter and the whole room. John’s fingers touched my pussy, already beginning to drip with anticipation and all the while he spoke with the waiter, ordering some water. My face blushed red and a shiver ran down my spine I was so aroused by this. As the waiter left, John took his hand away but left my hem there and took my hand off the dress when I tried to pull it down. Sweet juices were beginning to form and I could feel them - John knew what he was doing and this tease always made me turned on. He whispered to me how good I looked and how he would love to eat me there and then, on the table. How he would lick me and suck my clit – his words added to my discomfort as now I was sure my honey pot was as wet as it had ever been. His face glowed with a smile and I loved that look in his eyes and his voice was soothing and often his words could caress me as much as any hand or tongue could. I managed to leave the table and head for the loos, my walk through the restaurant was slow as to not let my cleavage spill and I was sure I felt all eyes in the room on me. Perhaps they were admiring my body, the curves of my breasts the shape of my legs or the obvious clinging to my skin of the dress. In the loos I lifted my dress and stroked my pussy such was the urges within me. My fingers ran along my wet lips and they yielded easily. In the next cubicle I heard someone bolt the door, as I flicked my finger over my clit. I so wanted to orgasm but it would be impossible, I was sure id make too much noise. I slipped my fingers out and sucked at the sweet juices thinking of John doing that for me. The taste was delicious and the musky smell lingered. John hadn’t let me touch him at the table even thought I could see the obvious erection, he took my advancing hands off his trousers. We finished the meal and headed for the lounge to have coffee. My pussy was still on fire, as the waiter had helped me out of my seat his hands brushed my skin and he was close enough that I felt his breath on me. As I sat down, the effect of the wine and the fire that was building in me worked to spin my head slightly. This time I made no effort to hide my hold ups and crossed my legs enjoying the eyes - men and women, who looked on and all too quickly looked away. Perhaps they could see my pussy, although not hairy it was trim and I was certain that they could tell it was wet and willing for some attention. Who would I choose – I looked around and judged each whether id let them eat me. I caught the eye of a woman sitting waiting for her partner, and held her gaze. She had passed earlier and must have seen my crossed legs and she didn’t look away, but smiled. Id often wondered what it would be like to go with another woman, feel them next to me and let them play with me. Our gaze was broken by the waiter pouring her coffee and I thought the two of them together would be my fantasy. We headed for bed I knew I wanted to make love. I had to release the frustration that had built all night and knew I wanted his cock in me. His surprise had worked so far for me and the smile on my face brimmed over filling my cheeks with a rosy glow. John had been more assertive than I knew him to usually be and that was probably why I felt as I did – I wasn’t concerned now about him getting jealous of others looking at my body but he had clearly enjoyed it. In the room, I went to the bathroom to fix my make up and some perfume. When I returned John has placed a few candles in the room and on the bed lay a towel. His eyes met mine and to my surprise he lifted my dress off over my head in one deliberate movement. He took my hand and tied a scarf around my right hand and led me to the bed. His grip was firm but not hurting and as started to speak, he touched his fingers to his lips to shush me. He whispered that he had a surprise for me but I had to do exactly as he said but I was to trust him. My hands were tied to each of the bedposts and a scarf tied as a blindfold. I expected him to eat me next and was ready for his expert tongue to start working on my eager pussy. However he commanded me to open my legs and he put some warm water over my pussy. Then I could smell his shaving oil – and his hands oiling my pubic area. ‘No John please don’t, I don’t want to be cut’ I pleaded, not trusting his skill with a razor on a sensitive region. My hands strained at the scarves, but eh told me lie still – I was to do as I was told and he wasn’t going to hurt me. I could feel his breath on me, whispering warm air over my pussy lips as he readied himself, and thankfully he used his other hand to pull the skin taught as the blade was pulled over my skin. I lay there my legs wide apart the nervous tension in me simmering as he shaved the remaining hair off my pussy – I could tell he paused and obviously admired his handiwork. He gently wiped away the oil carefully avoiding my lips and then used a cool soothing moisturising lotion over me. His hands slowly moved over me and I so wanted him to carry on, my now bare pussy was ripe for eating and my expectations were building. He could do anything to me and I trusted him – I had secretly enjoyed being in his hold as he shaved me I was utterly powerless to him He left the bed; I noticed how my other senses were heightened by not being able to see. I could sense each movement he made, smell his skin or the oils and lotions he used. I could hear him undress, and soon he returned. I heard him move around the room doing things and as he sat back on the bed he put some things on the bed. He started kissing along my legs, stroking and caressing my calves and the back of my knees. His strong hands moving in long strokes along my thighs as he nibbled my skin and moved up my legs. One hand caressed the top of my thigh the other enjoyed his kisses and little bites. He was over my wet exposed pussy, hairless now and begging for his attention. He wasn't going to disappoint and I heard the gentle buzz as he turned on a toy. I felt the head of something small but hard and cool on my clit, gently buzzing and vibrating. It sent little shimmers through my body. The sensations from my clit were flowing throughout me, energising my whole body. He increased the speed as I started to push my hips and pussy onto the toy wanting more of it as much as I could take. I was ready for him and wanted all of him. His hard cock had touched my skin and I felt the hot hardness and knew he wanted me. However there was a knock at the door – John left the bed and I could barely hear what seemed a whispered conversation. The door closed - I asked who it was, but he said nothing. ‘Let me suck you’ I asked, and initially there was no response. A few moments later though I felt his cock on my face and my mouth licked at the hard member. His balls were on my face and I took one in my mouth sucking it in gently. He manoeuvred and soon I was kissing the engorged end of his cock so thick and rock solid. He tasted different as I took him deeper into my mouth, his cock rubbing the roof of my mouth. He started moving his hips pumping and fucking my mouth, his hands on my face, he held my head as his cock slipped in and out of my lips. The buzzing toy he had been playing with but switched off as he had answered the door, was now on again. Pulsing, it made me shudder as it touched my clit – I felt his body between my legs, and his fingers enter me. But if he was between my legs, and I could feel his cock touch my leg, what or whose cock was in my mouth? At the realisation I gagged slightly, and John’s calm but firm voice told me to carry on. Id always wanted this – to have the attention of two men, two cocks, two mouths and four hands all over my body. ‘Suck his cock’ he directed, at me while his silent partners breathing laboured as I took his cock in my willing mouth. John meanwhile had my clit dancing with the stimulator gliding over the wet little head and he had two fingers in me giving it that ‘come to me’ movement over my g-spot. I lay there taking his all in. This stranger’s cock in my mouth, while I lay there helpless and naked. If he wanted to fuck me too I couldn’t stop him – they could both take me and at thought I felt the first waves rise of my orgasm, lifting me as it if were the swell of the sea, flooded through my body. My clit the epicentre of an erupting volcano, that sweet innocent toy John was holding there guilty of sending me to such pleasure, and as my eyes blurred beneath my blindfold and my head crackled with electricity my whole body giving into the pleasure that engulfed me. John stopped the stimulator and his two fingers in my dripping cunt were joined by a third and then a fourth finger. The stranger spoke his first words and I almost recognised his voice, ‘fuck her hard’ and John slid slowly but firmly his whole hand into me, instantly filling me. His tongue lapped at my juices and my clit was sucked into his lips, and the strangers laboured breathing now came in short staccato bursts and I could feel his muscles tighten he was clearly getting close to coming. The sight of John’s hand in my cunt was too much and the strangers cum exploded initially over my mouth but I greedily took it in and swallowed hard as he pumped into my mouth fucking away the last of his load, as he groaned and moaned with the final moments of his lust. John’s fist in me and my clit being sucked was turning my tummy over and over with waves of pleasure rippling through me. I wanted him in me and needed him to fuck me hard. He must have read my thoughts or responded to my almost bucking hips as I ached for his cock. He turned me over and my hands twisted even tighter to the bed as he entered me from behind, sliding in deeply into my pussy. He held my hips and began deep thrusts from his strong and aroused body. My cheeks were opened and the strangers hand slid between them and with some of my cunt juice as lubricant slide a finger in to arse. Johns urgent pumping became more frantic at this and I wondered how much more could I take of this. His balls were slapping into me he was shouting and screaming, and my arse was on fire as we both simultaneously climaxed his hot cum filling me as my own body contracted and spasmed into one massive shudder. I lay there for a while, exhausted. The stranger said nothing, dressed and left. John busied himself in the room, tidying away before untying me. I was about to speak when he again put his fingers to his lips – this was not for discussion I realised. We fell into a deep and fulfilled sleep. Next morning I found a small parcel for me, under my pillow. In it was a video case from a camcorder. I wondered what might be on the film…. Dominance You come home late after an evening out with the girls. Still a little tipsy, you open the door and are almost to the blinking answering machine when I speak. "I've been waiting for you," You turn and see me sitting in my chair, the leather one that I bought just to have at your apartment. The one that reminds you so much of the evenings we share. The one you are not permitted to sit in. Ever. "I was out with some friends," you tell me, voice hesitant. You probably aren't lying to me and weren't out fucking some stud, but it's more fun if I don't believe you. "You're lying," "I am not," Defiance! I measure my words to you carefully, "You do not ever contradict me. Ever. Now come here," I point to a spot in front of me and hesitantly you obey, starting to kneel when I stop you. "Spread your legs," They part, your body language still defiant. Inwardly, I'm smiling because I love these little 'fights' we have where you try and wriggle free; attempting to carve out a tiny bit of space to gain control over me and losing every time. You stand, feet spread widely apart, making you look even more defiant though your hands are at your side. Crossing them probably came to your mind, but was discarded. Slowly I run my hand down the inside of your bare thigh to your calf. I love your legs. Your calves are perfect, tapering down to dainty ankles and quite lovely feet. I can be particular what you put on them, especially if we are to go out, and tonight you are wearing a strappy Mary Jane heel that I particularly like. Shiny from a recent shave, soft skin slides under my hand as I run it up your leg and under your dress making you shiver. I stop at your panties, moist warmth radiating through them. You're not wet. Not yet. You haven't been out fucking after all. I say so. "I told you I was-"Yanking your arm hard, you fall to your knees finally forced to look up at me. "And I told you to not contradict me you little cunt," I hiss at you, "Obviously, you need correction," I stand, still holding your wrist and point at my chair, "Kneel in front with your head down," You hesitate again, "NOW!" I yell. You haven't seen me like this before and fear finally comes to your eyes. You do as instructed and I slip a blindfold over your eyes, and then flip your skirt up. Black, lacy panties; the good ones. You said didn't get laid, but your underwear says that you would have if you could. I yank them down over those perfect ankles of yours. I pause a moment to look at you; with the lights low, your head is in shadow but I can hear you trying to calm yourself by measuring your breath. Your beautiful ass is in a perfect position. I unbuckle my belt, and then pull it off in one motion; the hissing sound makes you tense. You know what is next. SNAP. My belt cracks against your ass and you cry out. SNAP. A red welt appears as another stroke comes home. SNAP. You bury your face in the seat of the chair, hands gripping the edge of the cushion tightly. SNAP. Now your ass retreats away, but the chair stops it. SNAP. SNAP. Red lines crisscross your buttocks and your cries are muffled by the leather of the chair. But you don't move, you don't evade even though your hands and legs are free. I am very pleased by this and I stop. You jump as my hand slides between your thighs to your dripping pussy. I am very pleased. "This didn't have to happen," I tell you as I put my belt on again, "If your mouth hadn't gotten the better of you, punishment wouldn't have been as severe," "Now, I must go," I say putting on my coat. You bolt upright, wincing from the pain. "You're leaving?" "Yes. I waited for two hours for you to get home and when you did, you talked back to me. I had to punish you," "I am sorry. What can I do?" "Nothing," "Please," you beg, "There must be something, I'll do anything," "Anything?" "Anything," you tell me, making a bargain with the devil. "Kneel," I say, taking off my coat. You move aside to let me sit down again; the leather creaking pleasantly under my weight. "Strip," I instruct, "Everything but your shoes," Slowly you unbutton your blouse, revealing a matching black bra. I am quite sure now that you would be somewhere else by now, getting your brains fucked out if the circumstances allowed. I wonder what happened? You unclasp your bra and let it join your blouse. A red flush covers your chest telling me that you are extremely aroused and I cannot resist taking one of your breasts in my hand. You flinch, expecting something else but relax when it appears that I only plan to cup it. It moves up out of my hand as you unzip and push your skirt and panties down. I raise an eyebrow, flicking my eyes down to hand and you lower yourself until my hand holds your breast again. Naked, you kneel in front of me, bobbing slightly as you try to keep your ass from touching your heels. I lower my hand slightly, indicating with my eyes that you must move with me. Your flesh is warm soft in my hand and I stroke the soft skin gently. Your eyes close in the simple pleasure of it, then I lower my hand again and you follow it down. Suddenly your eyes snap open as you jump up; your ass just made contact with your shoes. All I have to do is widen my eyes and you lower your breast back into my hand. I lean my head slightly to see the heels pressing against you. I lower my hand again and another inch disappears making you whimper; once more and you screw your eyes up against the pain. Before with my belt, it was intense, but brief. Now it is agonizing, both physically and that you are doing it to yourself. And you love it, every stroke, pinch, or bite; you come back for more and more. I keep you there for what must seem like hours, but actually only minutes have passed. I slowly squeeze your breast in my hand, pinching the nipple and making you moan in pleasure and pain. "I can smell your cunt," I whisper, "It must be very, very wet. Put your hand there to see," Quickly your hand slides between your legs, making a delicious wet noise as you gasp from the contact. "Now give your hand to me," You whimper in frustration, but raise your hand and I guide it with my free one to my face. It is covered with your juices and drips from where your middle finger slid inside. I lick it, savoring the flavor as I feel my cock twitch and demand my attention. "Stand," Gasping as relief floods your being, you unsteadily get to your feet. "Bend over the arm of the chair," You obey as I unzip my pants and then moan as my cock pushes against your cunt. Slick warmth surrounds me as I enter and I slide easily in until I am pressing you down against the chair. I close my eyes to savor the feeling of my cock in you as the cool air touches it when I withdraw and the warmth that covers it when I enter. Moaning as I fuck you slow and deep; tiny gasps foretelling your building orgasm. I take a fistful of hair, pulling back on it hard, as if reining you in. Crying out, your cunt clenches at me and you cum bucking against the twin holds I have on you. I let go of your hair as I suddenly thrust myself forward and feel my hot cum shoot into you. Gasping I push against your red, welt covered ass until it feels as if there is no more. A wet sucking noise and my cock draws out of you, covered in our sex. This is a favorite part of yours when we fuck and painfully you move off the chair so I can sit down. Quickly, you swallow me and suck off our mingled cum, sending exhilarating echoes of my orgasm through me. Finally, you are done and gently tuck it back into my pants and zip me up. I rest a moment, gently caressing your head in my lap and enjoying the feeling of your hair sliding through my fingers. "Up," I tell you and we stand. You start toward the bedroom and I catch your arm, "No, we're going out. That's why I came over," "Oh," you sound disappointed. "You don't want to?" "Oh no," you reply, "I would have enjoyed going out with you much more than with my girlfriends," "Good," I smile as I open your hall closet, take out your Burberry trench coat, and hold it open for you. Your next question is obvious, "It's all you need except your shoes and handbag," I slide it over your naked shoulders and you button it and knot the belt. I love a trench coat on a woman; especially a naked woman. Opening the door, you exit and I lock the door behind us. "Where are we going?" "For a drink," I reply, "And who knows, maybe we will run into some friends of mine that want to meet you," Dominance You're not normally the one in charge, because most of the time you're happy and more than satisfied when somebody else takes over. But this time is different. This time there's a hardness to your eyes, a smirk on your lips that tells your willing little victim that you are the boss here, and you will get what you want. She stands before you, watching your fingers tap the bed as your eyes roam over her body. She shudders like you're touching her with your gaze, and the blush on her face shows that she knows you're slowly undressing her in your mind. When you're done imagining what she looks like beneath those clothes, you meet her eyes and say only one word: off, and she knows what you mean. Slowly, she undresses, peeling her clothes away one by one until finally she's sliding her underwear down her thighs, her shins and to her ankles where she steps out of them and straightens, her full breasts seeming to grow as her nipples rise to attention. Your visual exploration begins again and you realise that she's smooth down there, there's not a single stray hair to hide the already glistening folds just peeking from between her lips. She shifts under your scrutiny, unsure of whether she passes your inspection, and you offer her a sly grin in return and hold out your hand for her to take whilst you shift forward to the edge of the bed. You slide her onto your lap so she's straddling your thighs and you open your legs, spreading hers open in the process. You can smell her arousal, almost feel the heat at the bottom of your belly where her centre is closest and you almost lose control right there and then, but you resist the urge to throw her down and plunge your fingers into her tight little body. Not yet, you tell yourself, not yet. Her breasts are at eye level, the puckered nipples staring at you and begging, you're sure of it, for your mouth. You cup them with your hands and squeeze almost painfully, she gasps and throws her head back, and her hips grind against your stomach, leaving a warm wet patch on your tee. You circle her nipples with your thumbs and index fingers and squeeze again, this time closing your mouth over one and sucking hard. Her hands grasp the hair at the back of your head and pull, so you bite as punishment, tugging at the bud and making her cry out to the ceiling. You smirk and in one swift movement pull and push her down onto the bed. You nudge her thighs apart with your knees and push them up until her knees are almost level with her breasts, one of which you notice is red raw from your earlier ministrations and it makes you feel quite pleased with yourself. Her sex is as red as her nipple and as you take a moment to study it, your hands resting on her shins to keep her in place, you swear you can see her clit pulsing and twitching. You touch it lightly with your thumb, feeling heat and wetness and yes, the steady beat of her drumming heart. She's panting and her legs are shaking but you're too busy exploring her to notice, trailing the tips of your fingers through each fold and teasing the rim of her entrance. You sink a finger in to the knuckle and she spasms around you and you love it. You twist it and draw it out, admiring the way it slides in and out so easily, bringing more hot, thick wetness with it each time. She's watching you and you know it, so you bring your fingers to your lips and lick them teasingly, and the way her eyes darken and her body jerks thrills you. You crawl on top of her, thrusting your hips between her legs and beginning a steady rocking that she matches. You capture her full lips and she moans into your mouth, but not loud enough to satisfy you. You jam your hips hard against her, the harsh material of your jeans rubbing roughly against her centre until she's screaming your name into your shoulder and coming all over the front of your pants, arousal coating the seam, behind which your own clit is throbbing and wet with arousal. After a time she falls, exhausted, onto the bed and smiles contentedly. You smirk as you unbuckle your jeans and slide them off along with your soaked underwear. You grasp her legs and pull her down to the middle of the bed and then you crawl over her until your knees are resting either side of her head. You tangle your fingers into her hair and look at her expectantly until she realises that she must return the favour. As she opens her mouth to take in your throbbing clit, you pull her face against you harshly and she has no choice but to suck you in immediately. You press one hand against the wall above the headboard and rock your hips mercilessly against her face, pressing into her and barking orders at her to suck you, lick you, make you come into her mouth. Her talented tongue flicks your clit hard and it hits you suddenly, making your body jerk and spasm over her face until she's covered in your wetness from her chin to the tip of her nose. You smile down at her as your orgasm ebbs away and stroke her cheek tenderly. Good girl, you whisper. Dominance A dominant audio. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (13.5 min/mp3) * * * * *