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Dominant

By: HerLittlePiggy



My big meaty hands moved to her delicate throat and I squeezed gently as I looked down into her beautiful hazel/green eyes. The head of my cock danced at the entrance of her tight drooling cunt and a playful grin spread across my lips. 

I squeezed harder and her eyes widened. She and I had discovered our affinity for the BDSM lifestyle years earlier when we were in the midst of a torrid long distance affair. We'd both been married back then but we both knew that we were destined to be together. She was the yin to my yang and we completed and complimented each other to perfection but after nearly a year together our relationship had crumbled under the strain of expectation and the stress caused by the distance between us. 

"You like that don't you Princess?" I asked as I placed my thumbs against her windpipe and pressed them together, restricting but not stopping the flow of air into her lungs.

"Yes Sir," she croaked. She nodded slowly and held my gaze with her sparkling eyes. Her eyes had been the first thing that I'd noticed about her the day we met and while I had surely noticed her beautiful smile and big natural tits I'd been drawn to her because of her eyes. They were not just beautiful they glimmered with intelligence and they spoke to me, letting me know what a kind giving soul she had. 

She writhed beneath me silently begging me to enter her and the sweet aroma of her arousal wafted over me making my pulse quicken and my dick throb. The chemistry between us had always been intense and her scent reminded me of how much I had missed her when we were apart.

"Are you thirsty?" I teased. I inched my dick closer to her frothy cunt. Her eyes lit up and she nodded slowly. Her mouth opened wide like a hungry baby bird and I drooled saliva into it. I'd first done that our first night together. It had been spontaneous and whimsical and she had reacted to it with wanton desire.

"Thank you Sir,' she panted excitedly. She licked her full, supple lips and slid her hands up my strong muscular arms. I was ten years older than when we'd first met but I'd worked hard to stay in shape and my body was the equivalent or better than it had been our first time together.

"Did you like that Sunshine?" I asked. My cock head brushed against her silky wet labia and she moaned softly. I eased my hardness into her creamy center making her shudder wantonly. We had only reconciled a few weeks earlier but it had been immediately apparent that the connection we'd once shared had remained intact during our eight year hiatus. We had always worked well together sexually and that hadn't changed at all in the time we were apart and he body molded perfectly with mine despite the one foot difference in our height. She was a petite 5'3" with a slender yet still curvy figure highlighted by a terrific round ass and perfect natural d cup beasts. She'd been slightly heavier and curvier when we first met and her breasts had been even bigger but either way, she was, without question, the sexiest, most beautiful woman I'd even known.

"Yes Sir," she groaned as I eased my hips forward and sank my cock balls deep inside her. She was exceptionally wet and the silky walls of her tight shaved pussy clutched and squeezed my cock as she maoned and whimpered wantonly. Her hips writhed and our bodies moved together as one. Her chest heaved and her upper lip quivered betraying the depths of her excitement. 

I released her throat and grabbed hold of her small, delicate wrists pinning her arms over her head as I thrust hard and fast into her creamy cunt. The room filled with the raw animalistic sounds of sex. Our moans and grunts danced in the air and the sound of slapping flesh echoed off the walls of our bedroom. I remembered the first time I'd been inside her and I had to fight back the rising tide of my excitement. 

"I'm close Master. May I cum?" She panted in an urgent lust filled voice. Her pretty eyes fluttered and her body trembled. Her eyes looked soft and pleading and I couldn't resist her plea. I'd never been able to resist her charms and she could top me from the bottom with just a look.

"Cum for me Sunshine," I said loudly. I thrust my cock into her depths and her big natural tits shook rhythmically like waves in the ocean. Her legs trembled and a string of unintelligible sounds spilled from her quivering lips.

"Oh fuck," she groaned. "I'm cumming." She cried out in a high pitched squeal and her body tensed and released as a tremendous flood of her juices soaked my cock and balls. 

I continued to fuck her hard until her orgasmic spasms ceased and then I released her hands and pulled my dripping cock from her frothy hole. I kissed my way down her beautiful curvaceous body pausing at her tits to nibble and chew on her hard swollen nipples. She cooed softly and twitched several times as aftershocks from her intense climax teased her still ravenous body.

Her excitement continued to rise and her hands clutched at my broad muscular back. Her fingers curled and her manicured nails dug hard into my flesh puncturing it and drawing blood as I slipped lower. I traced my tongue along the tattoo surrounding her belly button and her eyes lit up. I could hear her heartbeat faster as I settled between her splayed thighs.

I kissed the smooth skin of her inner thigh and I looked up at her with warm hungry eyes. My fingers parted her engorged labia and I ran the tips of them along the slick wet folds of her needy cunt feeling the abundance of wetness pouring from her eager cunt.

"Do you want more?" I teased with a devilish grin. I pulled the hood of her clit back and brushed my finger over it making her body twitch as if she was jolted by an electric current.

"Yes please," she hissed. There was a raging fire in her eyes and she squirmed with obvious need. Her bottom lip curled into her mouth and she chewed excitedly on it as she silently pleaded for another release.

"Beg for it," I said playfully. I touched the pad of my index finger to her clit and moved it in feather light circles against her. A long low moan rose up from her heaving chest and her eyes widened. 

"Please Sir," she groaned. "Please may I cum again. I promise to be good and do anything you ask." She flashed a sassy smile and I succumbed to her charms. I eased two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy and curled them up towards her pelvis, stroking her spongy g spot as I lowered my hungry lips to her hard, swollen clit. 

She inhaled sharply and I flicked the rough surface of my tongue across her clit several times in rapid succession bringing her closer to the zenith of her excitement as I continued to rub my fingers across her g spot. 

"Oh god Baby," she panted in a high pitched squeak, "So good." Her legs tensed and her eyes closed. She was close and I closed my lips over her clit and flicked my tongue over it with a fast rapid burst until she released a deep guttural cry that filled the room. Her juices sprayed against my face soaking me as an incredibly intense orgasm rocked her into oblivion.

I moved away from her hypersensitive clit and rolled her onto her stomach beside the wets spot in the sheets from her copious juices. Her gorgeous round ass continued to squirm and I pulled her firm cheeks apart and ran my tongue across her sensitive sphincter eliciting a low growl from her supple lips. 

She whimpered like an excited puppy and I pushed the tip of my tongue into her tight puckered asshole. We had talked about having anal before we'd broken up years earlier but we'd never managed to get my fat cock inside her. I continued to tease her sphincter with my tongue as I grabbed a tube of wet lube from the nightstand. 

I sat up and slathered lube onto my cock and then poured it into the crack of her ass. My fingers toyed with her asshole before I slid two inside of her warm tight hole making her pant urgently. The warm slick cavern enveloped my fingers and I pumped them slowly into her stretching her sphincter. I added a third finger and she mewed softly like a content kitten. 

"Are you ready?" I asked softly. I didn't want to hurt her so I taking it slow and being as gentle as possible. She'd had anal numerous times during our hiatus and she knew her body well enough to tell me when she was ready to take my cock into her ass.

"Yes Sir," she replied in a lust filled raspy voice. She glanced back at me over her shoulder and beamed brightly. 

I rubbed the smooth slippery head of my dick across her tight sphincter and she reached back to pull her round cheeks apart granting me easier access to her nether regions. My hips eased forward and I slipped inside her with a subtle pop.

"Oh," she gasped and I paused with just the tip inside her. I lovingly stroked her lower back to relax her as she adjusted having to my fat dick inside her tight asshole. Her breathing slowed and her grip on my cock lessened. 

I eased my cock deeper and grabbed hold of her gently curved hips. I fed several inches of hard throbbing cock into the depths of her ass and paused again when she clenched before I reached bottom.

"Relax Sunshine," I said in a soft soothing tone. I rubbed her ass and I felt her loosen her grip again so I pushed the final few inches inside of her.

My balls touched her pussy and I paused for a moment savoring the feel of her tight sphincter around the base of my cock. It felt magnificent and I wondered why it had taken me so long to try it. I backed my cock out until just the tip was inside her and grabbed the lube, adding a generous squirt onto my cock and down her ass crack before tossing the lube aside and gripping her hips tight.

She sighed deeply and I felt her relax completely. I pushed my cock deep and she moaned softly. She clearly liked the feel of my dick in her ass as much as I liked being inside her.

"Harder Master," she groaned as I backed my dick out again. I curled my fingers around her hip bone and thrust hard making her grunt and flinch before pulling back again.

"Like that Sunshine?" I teased. I knew what she wanted but I was savoring the feel of her tight ass. I was surprised at how different her ass was than a pussy. Her sphincter gripped my shaft but inside her was warm and looser than her pussy.

"Harder, please." She said urgently. I knew I'd teased her long enough and I began to thrust hard and fast. My balls slapped against her swollen labia and she grunted and groaned with each powerful thrust of my pulsating cock. 

"Work your clit Sunshine," I ordered and she quickly moved her hands under her and frantically rubbed her clit while I fucked her ass harder and faster.

I felt my pulse quicken and I knew I was close to cumming. My balls tensed and my toes curled as I fought hard to delay the inevitable. I heard her soft cry and her legs quivered as she came with my cock in her tight ass. Her climax pushed me past the point of no return and I grunted deep and low as I erupted into her ass like an active volcano spewing my hot cum into her bowels. 

Her body continued to spasm and I continued to thrust until the final drops of cum had emptied from my balls. I collapsed in a sweat soaked heap on top of her and then rolled to her side. I pulled her soft lips to mine and dragged my tongue along her upper lip making her shudder with desire. It was something I'd done countless times to her and only to her and I loved the way she reacted to it.

We kissed deeply and passionately as we recovered from the ferocity of our respective orgasms and as her heart synchronized with mine I knew that there was no place I ever wanted to be.

Dominant Black Femme & Irish Butch



The name is Catherine O'Neill. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking, blonde-haired and gray-eyed young white woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm athletic, short-haired and tattooed. The toughest Butch Chick this side of New England. I attend Antoine College, a historically black private school with a student body of thirty eight hundred persons. This is the setting of my adventures. Sixty eight percent of the student body is of African-American descent. Hispanics and Asians make up twenty percent and Caucasians make up the remaining twelve percent. A lot of my friends and family members were surprised when I chose Antoine College, New England's only four-year private school which caters mainly to African-Americans. I like collegiate diversity. And I like to make friends across racial and gender lines. It's who I am. Antoine College is my new home and I like it.

The school was quite friendly, and its dedication to both academics and athletics was quite wondrous to behold. Antoine College fields varsity teams in men's and women's basketball, men's baseball, women's softball, men's and women's golf, men's and women's soccer, women's volleyball, men's football, men's and women's cross country, men's and women's swimming, men's and women's track & field and men's and women's wrestling. They compete in the NCAA Division Two. I joined the women's wrestling team because I've been a varsity wrestler for a long time now. I was on the men's wrestling team back at Brockton Community High School. Good times. The captain of the women's wrestling team at Antoine College was none other than Karina Brown. Daughter of Antoine College Director of Athletics Karl Brown. This gal was something else. Six feet two inches tall, curvy and big-bottomed, with dark brown skin, pale brown eyes and long black hair. An authentic African-American Amazon. I fell in love with her the moment I laid eyes on her. How could I not? Her cute face, curvy body and big round ass were simply irresistible!

So I set out to seduce the lovely Karina Brown. Unfortunately, this was easier said than done. We didn't travel in the same circles. This tall, sexy young black woman was considered royalty on campus. She walked around with a flock of young women who adored her. Young men were intimidated both by her height and her athletic prowess. I very much wanted this sexy young black woman in my bed. I was pretty much a loner on campus. It seems that the more diverse a school is, the more people tend to stick with those who look like them. I didn't subscribe to that outdated way of looking at the universe. My best friend on campus, Tamara Ling, is an Asian gal. I didn't have any white female friends. Don't know why. Those on campus simply weren't feeling me. Whatever.

I started approaching the lovely Karina Brown casually, whenever I saw her alone. During practice, she mostly wrestled with chicks from her own weight class. She's a 230-pound gal. I'm in the 205-pound weight class. She didn't do much more than say hello to me when she saw me. Life on campus was okay for the most part. I was a bit lonely but whatever. My obsession with the lovely Karina Brown became all-consuming. We had some of the same classes, which worked well for my stalking needs. I once followed her into the local YWCA. The sight of this tall, big and absolutely beautiful black woman in a bright red bikini absolutely turned me on. It was a sight you had to see in order to believe. I'd never seen such beauty before. Sexy black women are something else. If I wanted her before, I craved her even more now. 

I followed Karina Brown, hoping to discover her secrets. Everyone's got something to hide. No matter how dull or boring they may seem. Take my parents, Edward and Peggy O'Neill for example. To the untrained eye, they seem like just another boring Irish couple living in suburban America. And that's where the deception begins. They're swingers, you see. My mother's got a thing for busty brunette women and my father swings both ways. He's bisexual. Mom knows and she's cool with it. Yeah, my uptight, middle-class Irish-American Catholic parents are swingers. Now you've seen just about everything. Yeah, I was determined to discover something about the straight-laced Karina Brown which she might not want the world to know about. And in time, I did discover it. Karina was seeing a shrink to deal with some personal issues of hers. Sounds juicy. I wonder what kind of personal issues she's working through. Her shrink, the good doctor Alexandra Grant is one of the top psychiatrists out there. I approached the good doctor to find out a bit more about what's going on with the lovely Karina Brown.

A lot of doctors like to take their work home with them. And if you want to understand any shrink, look at whatever he or she chooses to treat. Alcoholics and recovering alcoholics ( among the psychiatric community ) often choose to treat men and women with similar conditions. Either that or they avoid them like the plague. I accosted the good doctor Alexandra Grant while she was at a diner. From the way she looked at me, I sensed that she was a dyke. I took a good look at the good doctor. Five-foot-ten, curvy, with dark brown skin, short spiky black hair and bronze eyes. Mid-forties. Wedding band. Seems a little too comfortable around other women. More so than any heterosexual woman, that's for bloody sure. I flirted with the good doctor at the diner, and bought her a drink or three. Before you knew it, she was spilling her guts to me. Talking about her marriage to one Matthew Simpson, a handsome African-American lawyer she met while attending Howard University. She even brought up her sons, Jerome and Jeremiah. They were both college freshmen. Then she talked about her patients, whom she referred to as a bunch of maniacs. Oh, my. Quite a mouth she's got on her, huh? I can't believe my beloved Karina Brown is paying a woman like this to listen to her. She doesn't need this quack. She's got me.

Thanks to the wonders of alcohol, I learned everything I needed to know from the good doctor...and more. Karina Brown was seeing a shrink because she was having a sexual identity crisis. Basically, the poor darling wasn't sure if she was straight or if she was gay. When the good doctor told me this, my heart swelled with pity for the lovely Karina Brown. I've been where she is now. Confused about my sexuality. It's not a good place to be. I had the information I needed. Time to drop the ball on the unsuspecting doctor. Looking at her coldly, I let her know that I had been recording our entire conversation. Stunned, she stared at me. Smiling wickedly, I told her that if I wanted to, I could let her patients know about her lack of confidentiality concerning their issues and then she'd get sued for all she had. Terrified, the good doctor begged me not to destroy her world. It's exactly what I wanted to hear. I told her what I wanted from her. I'm happy to say that the good doctor did everything I told her.

The next day, Karina Brown had the most amazing psychiatric session of her life. Her doctor basically encouraged her to let go of her fears and explore life. She learned that there was nothing wrong with her lesbian urges, and that she should explore her sexuality without guilt or shame. Karina Brown left the office with a smile on her face. I smiled when I saw that. I followed her to the Antoine College Student Center. She sat alone, eating a sandwich. That's when I made my move. I smiled at her, and then sat nearby. She looked at me and grinned. I noticed that she was in a good mood, and we began chatting. At first we talked about school and wrestling, then the conversation got surprisingly heavy. Karina Brown was asking me questions no regular chick would ask some chick she knew casually. I looked her in the eye and flat out told her I was a lesbian. Karina was really shocked. I held my breath and waited for her answer. The most amazing thing happened. Karina grinned, then said she was gay too. Wow. I wasn't expecting that one. I knew she liked women but I wasn't expecting her to admit it so soon after talking to her shrink. Amazing.

That afternoon, I invited Karina Brown to catch a movie with me. We went to see that science fiction epic, 2012. It was definitely okay, if disturbing. I liked Karina, and I knew she liked me but I wanted to take things slow. I didn't want to scare her. We walked back to the dorms after the movie. The whole situation was wonderful, yet awkward. I've bedded dozens of women in my life. Black women. Asian women. Hispanic women. Arab women. I like exotic women. White chicks don't really do it for me. I've always been bold and aggressive with my women. Yet with the lovely Karina Brown I found myself quite meek. I was in for many surprises. Karina suddenly pulled me into her arms and kissed me. How about that? The experienced lesbian found herself both surprised and aroused by the curious chick. 

Karina took me into her dorm, and then she flat out took me. I had no idea where this chick learned all the things she knows but I'm thankful for that. In the bedroom, she was bold and aggressive. She undressed me hastily and had me naked on her bed in a heartbeat. That's when she basically turned into a director or something. Kept telling me to do this and do that. I knelt before her and sucked her toes. I made my way to her pussy and gave it a good licking. Then I gently rubbed her tits while fingering her pussy. Once I got her rocks off, she squealed in delight. Took a moment or two to recover. Then she took a dildo from her drawer and ordered me to spread my legs. Before my amazed eyes, she inserted the dildo inside of me. Started vibrating the hell out of my pussy. Karina had a dangerous light in her eyes as she started thrusting the vibrating dildo in and out of my snatch. I tried touching myself but she batted my hand away. Talk about a control freak. Usually, I dominate my girls in the bedroom. Yet with Karina Brown, I found myself enjoying the reversal. It felt kind of nice to let go and let someone else be in charge for a while.

I was really enjoying myself when suddenly Karina took the dildo out of my pussy. I gasped in protest. Laughing, Karina ordered me to turn around and get on all fours. When I hesitated, she cocked an eyebrow. Grunting, I did as I was told. The next thing I felt was Karina's fingers, digging into my ass. Whoa! Talk about different. Karina playfully smacked my ass, then I felt her hot tongue against my asshole. She began licking and fingering my asshole like there was no tomorrow. I loved it. Without warning, Karina pulled her dildo out of my ass. Then I felt something hard press itself against my anus. Was this chick about to fuck me in the ass with her dildo? Apparently so. Slowly, Karina pushed the dildo into my ass. I grimaced as she penetrated me. I was definitely in for a lot of surprises with this chick. I've never let someone else take control in the bedroom, let alone stick things up my pussy or ass. Yet here I was, getting fucked in the ass by this newbie and I was liking it. Karina thrust her dildo deep into my ass while fingering my pussy. It hurt but also felt kind of good. I liked it. 

A little while later, Karina and I lay side by side on the bed. I looked at her, stunned. She was so tall, gorgeous and sexy. My black goddess. The one who took control in the bedroom and made this butch Irish dyke feel like a real woman. I kissed her passionately, and thanked her for a wonderful night. Karina playfully smacked my ass, and then went to sleep. I didn't go to sleep right away. I looked at her sleeping form. God, she was beautiful. Like a Black Amazon come to life. How could I not fall in love with her? I've gone to great lengths for us to be together and I'm not letting her go. She's quite possibly the love of my life.



Dominant Black Man



My name is Lela. I'm one of those large women you see walking around with a shirt that says Fat And Proud. I think you should embrace who you are. So what if I'm six feet ten inches tall, with large breasts, a thick and curvy body and a big plump ass? I can't exactly grab a magical wand and turn myself into a skinny playboy centerfold, can I? I'm not sure I would, even if I could. I'm a big woman and I am damn proud of myself. Thank heavens, big women actually have admirers these days!

Right now, I am naked in my apartment. A six-foot-ten, 350-pound, blonde-haired, blue-eyed Irishwoman. I'm a big woman who totally delights in food, as well as art, music and action movies. My favorite things in this world are hardcore sex and sexy lovers. By sexy lovers, I mean gorgeous men like my Henderson. Henderson is a six-foot-six, good-looking, muscular black man I met not too long ago. This policeman has a thing for large women. I happen to have a thing for men in uniform, especially those with big dicks. We totally clicked!

Henderson and I have had many fun experiences together. One time, he covered me in syrup and licked me from head to toe. He licked my pussy and fingered my ass until I screamed in sheer delight. He then spread my ass wide open and began to poke me with his magic stick. I love the feel of a good, hard dick up my ass. Many women do, though few admit to it. Well, I'm a proud member of the Fat Women Who Take It Up The Ass Club. I've never missed a single meeting, I swear! I'm always there, and the guys sure do know about it!

Another time, Henderson stuffed my ass with his cock until I had tears in my eyes. Henderson positioned me on all fours, spread my plump butt cheeks and came up behind me. I felt his hard cock rub against my behind. I couldn't wait for it. I craved the feel of his hard cock in my ass. I spread my cheeks with both hands as far apart as they would go, wanting him to see my pink little asshole. Target practice, buddy, please don't miss! He didn't, thankfully. Henderson shoved his cock up my ass, deep where the sun didn't shine. After the initial scream which escaped my mouth and threatened to wake the dead, I must say that I liked it. Who doesn't love getting fucked in the ass by a gorgeous, well-endowed black man?

Above all else, I love it when Henderson actually came inside me. Picture this, if you can, ladies and gentlemen. A big blonde woman who looks like a Norse goddess is on all fours, her large butt cheeks spread wide open and her asshole is getting stuffed by a tall black man's super sized cock. Yeah, he had that cock of his deep into my ass and I couldn't get enough of it. It felt so good, even when it hurt. Henderson would make me assume his favorite position. Face down and ass up while he stuck his cock up my ass. He would fuck my ass until I cried and begged for mercy. He was branding me, teaching my ass who was the master and I was loving every minute of it.

I remember another time when I was in Henderson's basement. My gigantic body lay on a large stone table. I was bound by chains. Henderson stood over, stroking my hair while I sucked his cock. He held a candle and dripped hot wax over my flesh. It hurt but the pain accentuated the eroticism of the experience. Henderson spread my butt cheeks and slid a dildo into my ass. He fucked me with it for some time, then took it out and introduced his cock in my asshole. Henderson had a monster cock. Twelve inches long and so thick that it could barely fit into my mouth. He shoved that cock of his up my tight asshole, and made me sing. I loved it every minute of it. Feeling that hard cock of his tearing up my tight white ass. Going deep where the sun didn't shine. I love surrendering to him when he shows me who's the boss.

Sometimes, Henderson whips me with his leather belt and treats me as his slave. I gladly become his slave. I suck my master's cock, I lick his ass and I drink his cum. My reward is whenever he shoves that masterful cock of his into my ass. Having his large dick in my ass is almost a religious experience. It absolves me of my sins. It destroys my pride. It allows me to show my true self. I am a bitch and he is my lord and master. My mind, body and soul belong to him. Having his cock in my ass frees me, and also dominates me at the same time. I surrender blissfully as he buries his cock in my ass, and my screams of pain and pleasure are actually hymns which praise him. I am praising my lord by getting fucked in the ass. I am completely dominated and loving every second of it. Who wouldn't?



Dominant Black Tales and Submissive Ch. 01



Did she have a hidden agenda? Was her desire to dominate white men driven by some racial hatred or need to seek revenge for her enslaved ancestors? By all outward appearances, that would appear to be the case. Mistress Desire was far more complex than superficial appearances would allow. Black, strong, confident, and proud, there was no mistaking that the Domina was proud of her African heritage and took pleasure in reducing her white submissives to whatever it was that they feared the most. There was a certain subtlety she possessed that could not be defined by labels. 

She chose to meet him in a very public bar. It was a gay bar in fact, and it was on the evening of the citywide famous drag show. Queens weren't the only people in attendance, butches, studs, lipsticks, straights, bisexuals and everyone in between showed up to revel in the god damned decadence and defiance the night represented. Anyone who wanted to thumb their nose at the status quo and acknowledge that they couldn't be defined sexually by the strict and puritanical morals of the Bible belt felt comfortable showing up. There was plenty of hootin' and hollerin' for the glammed up female impersonators doing yet another rendition of "Rollin on the River" and "It's Raining Men." Her date for the evening did not fit in that category. After hours of subtle interrogation, she had determined that his greatest fear was being seen for who he really is. He was an introvert, a social recluse of sorts that wanted to keep his desires hidden from everyone, including himself. Inside, he was a slut. Not just any slut, a slut of the most insatiable, perverted, depraved kind. He wanted someone to force him to bring out his dark fantasies and help him to become who he felt he really was inside. 

She was taking a chance that he wouldn't show but she was betting that the chemistry and the desperation he felt to fulfill his desires would be motivation enough for him to make the leap into the unknown. She positioned herself at the far end of the bar at a table where she could see him enter. If her assessment was wrong and he didn't show up, she would entertain herself with the spectacle of others that wanted to exhibit their sexuality for the entire world to see. He hadn't cum in over three weeks and he had been nightly aroused with descriptive tales of her fantasies and desires. The Internet and the phone were vastly different than the adventure he was about to go on however. 

Stevie Wonder could have seen him walk through the front door. Nervous as hell, he looked around the place needing only the tiniest of excuses to turn around and leave. The promises of mind-blowing strapon anal assaults and wild, uninhibited sexual release propelled him to move forward. He spotted her immediately. She didn't have to signal for him or make her presence known to him; she exuded the regal stature whereby he knew her immediately. He made his way to her table and she had his favorite drink waiting for him. He downed it with one gulp and nervously looked around taking in all the sights. 

"Bryan, did you do as I instructed?" He lifted his arm that had been lying casually in his lap above the table and showed his baby smooth, hairless body; the only hair remaining on his body being under his arms and above the neck. She placed her hand under the table and felt for the evidence of his other command. Apparent through his clothes was a harder than steel erection and the telltale signs of a cock ring. He swallowed hard as she stroked him through his clothes, knowing full well that he couldn't cum restrained as he was. They settled back and began to converse; controlling the flow of the exchange with her eyes and her will. He knew he was being dominated and it was more than sexual. 

She draped her legs over his and he instinctively began to massage her silken calves. He swallowed hard as he glanced down and realized that her pussy was exposed just inches away from him under her short dress. "Listen, can we get out of here? I did what you asked and I'm just not comfortable here," he stammered, his eyes darting around the room to make sure no one he knew was there. She laughed politely and ignored his comment, stroking his exposed arm and caressing his face with her soft fingertips. 

As the lights dimmed and a slow song began to play to supplement the time between performances, they were interrupted by the most breathtaking Black man in the bar approaching the table. Dressed impeccably, not a bit shy of 6'2", masculine, and looking like he stepped off the pages of a magazine, he extended his hand to the nervous submissive and said, "Would you care to dance?" 

"No thanks, I'm not gay," Bryan managed to eek out, looking like a dear caught in headlights more than unassuming business professional that wielded so much confidence at his place of work. 

"He'd love to," Desire answered, moving her legs and placing her submissive's hand gently in that of his suitor's. 

He was in a state of shock. He had specifically told Mistress Desire that he wouldn't do anything with another man. He was straight. The confusion in his eyes, the panic, the anger overwhelmed him. He had limits that were not negotiable. Being submissive and being gay were too different things. "He stood firm on his decision, "No thanks," he said with determination, "I'm not gay." 

He reached for his keys in his pocket and began to stand. "Listen, I don't know what sort of games you are playing but I'm not interested, Go fuck yourself bitch." 

Desire laughed at his defiance, placed her hand gently on his arm, and leaned in close. Her voice was sweet and gentle. "Bryan, you are standing on the verge of all of your dreams come true. Before you leave, think about everything that we've been through to get to this point, are you willing to throw it all away for a dance? Think of all the nights online where your heart felt like it was pounding out of your chest and you were begging me to use you in any way possible. Think about the things you went through to gain my favor. You know I'm the only woman that can push you past your fears. Are you ready to throw that all away for a silly little dance? If you leave, you'll go home and jerk off in solitude dreaming of the things that could have been. Do you want to do that Bryan? Do you want to abandon the potential for your wildest fantasies to come true?" 

Her voice never went above a whisper. "You can leave you little bitch but don't you dare think of contacting me again. Think about trying to find another Mistress like me that will make you feel like the depraved dirty slut that I bring out in you. Haven't you always wanted to be the submissive bitch boy to a superior Black domme? The night of indescribable sensation that you've waited for is there for you. All you have to do is dance. Go! I won't think about you ever again, but can you say the same thing about me?"

The synapses in Bryan's brain were misfiring. He was pissed and aroused. The gentleman waiting for the dance chimed in, tired of waiting and said, "Listen, don't worry about it." He turned to walk away. 

"Wait," Bryan said meekly. Desire leaned even closer, the warmth of her body penetrating Bryan's aura. She whispered something in his ear and leaned back. Bryan stood, fighting back the tears, and said with defiance in his voice, "Wait, I'd love to dance." He knew that the dance was not the not to be the end of his test. 

Slightly shorter than this beautiful specimen of a man before him, he didn't even know where to place his hands. His dance partner took control. He placed Bryan's arms around his neck and pulled Bryan close. Bryan swallowed hard, his frustration showing in the color in his cheeks. The alcohol in his system allowed him to relax just enough, knowing that this humiliation would be over in less than three minutes. He shut out the people around him and danced, it was more like moved to the music; he was never really that good of a dancer. Bryan had to hold on to reality. He was getting confused. The arms around his waist made him feel sexy. A feeling of security and arousal enveloped him. The sexy black shoulder that he rested his head upon was comforting. He could feel full lips brush against his neck and he yielded to the temptation to moan ever so slightly at the sensation. Strong Black hands caressed his ass. He froze momentarily; his ass had always been a highly erogenous zone for him but he made sure that he only fantasized about women taking him there. However, behind the safety of his closed eyes, in the secure embrace of the beautiful man that held him, he erotically thrust his ass back and forth, fantasizing about being fucked by his Mistress later on. The hands grabbing his ass were forceful and he loved the sensation of being taken . . . forced, which only cause him to grind his ass harder and harder against his dance partner. 

"Uhmmm, the song's over. Would you like another dance?" Bryan was snapped back into reality. 

"No . . . hell no! I was just dancing with you because . . . No." Bryan knew his defensiveness was transparent but he had to maintain his façade of defiance if only for his own sense of well-being. 

Back at the table, Mistress Desire chuckled as Bryan slid into the seat next to her. The Black gentleman slid into the booth across from them. "You were so right Desire, his little cock was hard the entire time. And the way he was grinding his ass on me, I can tell he's going to be one hot fuck." 

"I told you his slutty side would come out, Derrick. When will you learn to trust me?" Their laughter burning his ears like acid would burn his flesh. They were sitting there causally discussing his little cock, his slutty nature, and the plans that they had made to in advance. Bryan was incensed. He fumed at the thought that this was all a set up and he mumbled something under his breath. He stood to rise and leave when the gentleman said, "Sit down, bitch. We didn't tell you that you could leave." 

A lump formed in his throat as Bryan felt helpless to move. His cock had no such limitations. It was raging hard and hurting from being constrained as it was. The casual power that the Black man had over him at that moment made him feel like the submissive slut he had longed to feel like. He wondered momentarily if they had slipped something in his drink to make him have . . . you know, those kinds of thoughts. 

"What's going on here? I thought . . ." he was mumbling incoherently. Desire giggled and ignored him momentarily. 

"Oh, forgive my manners. Bryan, I would like you to meet Derrick. He's my lover. We like to play together. He's the male version of me, don't you think? Derrick . . . you've already met Bryan." The rapid eye movement of Bryan indicated confusion. "You didn't honestly think someone as breathtaking as him would actually be attracted to someone like you, did you?" She laughed even louder, Bryan afraid that her amusement would be draw attention to them. He felt unattractive with her comment but that somehow aroused him even more. He wondered what people would think, a white man sitting there with two Black people. He was sure everyone in the place could read his mind. Bryan couldn't even discern his own thoughts at that moment. All sorts of thoughts ran through his mind about what the two of them had in mind for him. He feared the outcome if he decided to let them go through with their plans and he was terrified of letting the extreme sensation of arousal that he was experiencing go.

For years, his attraction to Black women had consumed his every fantasy. He loved their strength and their assuredness. He loved their comfort and sophistication. White women hadn't aroused him in the better part of four years or more. They were insignificant to him except on the rare occasion he fantasized about having a white wife that would be a slut for black cock. Occasionally, he would dream of having a white wife that craved huge black cocks fucking her mouth, pussy and asshole unmercilessly while he served the Black wives of those men in whatever degrading or humiliating ways they saw fit. Those thoughts didn't seem realistic, his conservative wife would never think of such things, so he dismissed them as a fleeting fantasy. He was comfy defining himself as submissive to Black women. A submissive of the most extreme proportions. If he were to allow himself to be honest and frank about his own desires, there had been many nights he has dreamt of being forced to be a cross-dressing sissy for Black cock, but he wanted to be "forced" so he could absolve himself of the guilt of desiring those yummy Black studs. He allowed himself to freely fantasize about Black women all the time, and all the things that he would do for them. 

"Let's go," her directive was simple and to the point. Out into the night air, Bryan had more reservations. All the "ifs" and the "what ifs" and logistics were causing him to panic. He stood helpless, like a child, waiting for further instruction. They were in control.

Derrick and Mistress Desire kissed in the darkness and shadows of the parking lot. They held hands and ignored Bryan but they were ever aware of his presence behind them as they made out while he watched. They approached an SUV and opened the back door and Derrick turned momentarily to tell Bryan to get in. Other than that, they were ignoring him as if he was insignificant to their arousal. Bryan, on the other hand, was mesmerized watching them kiss. Their skin looked so . . . different. They seemed so . . . powerful. It was intoxicating to watch them together. 

He stepped in the back seat and closed the door behind him as he regretted not telling someone whom he was going to meet, getting some significant contact information from this woman in case something went wrong. Derrick drove while he and Desire chatted and laughed and occasionally looked in the rear view mirror. He went to adjust his cock as it had been hard for hours before meeting her and the dull ache in his nuts was a sweet and painful reminder of that fact. He wanted those nuts to be kicked, slapped, and twisted at the hands of the gorgeous mistress that sat in the passenger side of the truck in front of him. His boypussy was throbbing thinking about being fucked savagely. The pair in front of him seemed so sensuous, so oblivious to his presence, he wondered if they would forget about him and leave him to stroke his hard cock while he watched them make love or if he would be allowed to cum at all. 

His thoughts were about to be answered as they pulled into the driveway of a lovely home. It was secluded and well maintained and more fears crept into his mind. He had more fears and more fantasies of what was to come as well. Desire slid the door open and said, "Get out." He complied eagerly, in a fog of lust at that stage from the hours of pent up arousal. 

As he stepped into the night air again, Bryan felt more alive than he had ever felt in his life. Mistress Desire circled him, her body close without touching him. She ran her nails along the side of his face lightly, sending chills down his body. "Undress," she said calmly. 

Bryan looked around confused. Surely, she was not going to make him undress in the driveway. It was too early in the evening; people were awake, watching television, someone might see. 

"Undress now!" 

As if in a trance, Bryan began to undress in the middle of the driveway. Derrick had entered the house and was nowhere in sight. He wasn't sure what to do with his clothes so he folded them as he undressed and placed them in a neat pile on the ground. He removed his shoes first, feeling more comfortable with that accessory than a major piece of clothing. He removed his shirt next. At that moment, he wished he had the smooth, rippling muscles that most black men seemed to have and he felt ashamed of his pale complexion. Next to go were his pants. His tightie whities bulged obscenely in the front from the erection he was sporting and the cock ring in place. He pulled his socks off and stood in anticipation of his next command. He felt even more naked because he was hairless. Somehow, it made him feel more vulnerable. 

"I said undress." Her voice was so damned soothing and melodic, he felt helpless to deny her anything.

He slid his underwear down, his erection bobbing in the night air. Even at full erection, he was barely six inches. He always told inevitable Internet lie that he was six inches erect but that was only in the most extreme state of arousal. Tonight, he was convinced he might be a little more than six even. 

Mistress Desire stroked his cock in the cool night air. The sensation was indescribable. Her hands were so soft and silky, he was under her control, people could be watching, and he knew that he had planned a night to explore his wildest fantasies. He moaned out loud as she stroked him with skill. 

"Tell me what you want, Bryan. Tell me why you are here."

The words came tumbling out of his mouth as if they had been rehearsed. "I want to be used by you, my superior Black queen. I want you to put me in my place as the inferior white boy that I am. I want you to take out your frustrations on me and make me your bitch. Humiliate me, Mistress. Force me to do unspeakable things. I want you to show me that you have power over me. Use me any way you see fit, Mistress. I belong to you."

The more he confessed his desires, the more she stroked him. This Black woman, fully dressed, masturbating a completely nude white male in, seemingly her front yard, making him spill his guts. If anyone were looking they would have gotten an eyeful.

"Put your clothes in the backseat and bend over with your hands on the floor of the truck. He did what he was instructed to do and waited even further instruction. 

"Let's see if this pussy is as slutty as you claim it is," she mused.

She spread his ass cheeks and rubbed her fingertip over his hole. He let out a slight moan. His knees were shaking and he was glad that he could brace himself on the frame of the truck, his ass exposed for the entire world to see. Mistress Desire slid her finger in to his unlubricated hole. That was nothing to him, he had gotten so used to fucking himself he actually leaked "pussy juice" as he called it when he was horny. His ass was always ready to be penetrated by a huge, black dildo any time of the day or night. She began fingering him harder, driving him to maniacal fits of pleasure. 

She was giving him more pleasure than he had ever imagined. Gone were all inhibitions and he was anxious for more. "Oh, yessssss, Mistress. Finger my pussy, pleaaase." If her fingers were just a little longer, she could have reached his spot. She knew exactly what she was doing and she worked his pussy like a pro. 

She pulled her fingers out of his ass abruptly, causing him to cry out, his moans echoing off the cul-de-sac serenity. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl to the front door. Wait there until you are allowed in." With that, she walked away up the walkway and entered the home.

Bryan was lost. He stood shakily and closed the truck door quietly, hoping not to draw any more attention than his previous moans and display had garnered. He willingly got on his hands and knees and crawled on the walkway to the front door. His hands and knees ached from the concrete but he relished the pain in anticipation of his fate to come. He knelt submissively at the door and waited. He suspected that they were watching him so he posed like a prize animal at a show. He arched his back and thrust his ass high in the air, showing that he was ready for anything. He lowered his head in submission, to prove that he was lowly and insignificant. His erection couldn't be seen in his kneeling position but it was red from arousal and restraint. He wanted to be beautiful to all the eyes watching him, to whomever they may have belonged. He didn't care if the nosey neighbors saw him; in fact, he wanted them to see him for who he really was. He wanted to be on display as a submissive to Blacks and he was proud of that fact. 




Dominant Black Tales and Submissive Ch. 01



In an instant, the porch lights were turned on and he was flooded with light. He maintained his composure and pride, sticking his ass out even more and lowering his head to the ground. His asshole was throbbing and desperate for penetration and his soul craved humiliation. At that moment, the door opened and he heard his Mistress command him to come in. He crawled forward with confidence and agility. 

She stroked him like a pet, running her hands through his hair and down his back. Bryan purred like a kitten and humped the air like a bitch in heat. She placed a collar around his neck but he was afraid to tell her it was a little too tight so he suffered in silence. It was a good discomfort, one he would gladly suffer for the Divine Mistress that stood above him. She put a leash on his collar and pulled him in the direction of a back room. The carpet under his knees felt good compared to the concrete but the pain in his nuts was ever present. 

She opened the door to a playroom and pulled him in unceremoniously. The furnishings were sparse but there was no denying it was a room for hedonistic desires. Not quite a dungeon and far from a spare bedroom, there were toys and tables, and chairs that had been designed for play. Derrick was there, naked and erect, oiled and glistening, a vision of ebony perfection. She dropped the leash and commanded Bryan to stay, like a puppy being trained. Desire and Derrick conspired, whispering and planning what to do with their toy. Derrick assisted her in undressing, the way they interacted making them look like dancers more so than anything else. Her body was a work of art. Her skin looked like the smoothest velvet and her curves were a sculptor's dream. 

She walked over to a table and picked up a strapon. Derrick helped her put it in place as Bryan began to whimper unconsciously at the thought of what was to come. "Silence, bitch," as she continued to secure her harness and what looked like a nine inch black dildo to her sleek frame. Bryan was dizzy with lust and confusion. 

Desire sat in a chair and motioned for Bryan to come closer. "This, my pet, is going to be very simple. You are going to suck my dick until you prove that you are a cock craved whore and then you are going to get your slutty white boycunt pounded by the most formidable Black cock that you've ever seen. Does that sound okay with you?" 

Bryan nodded furiously as he was anxious to get underway. She leaned back in the chair casually and Bryan took in every inch of her beauty. Her face was a face that could launch a thousand ships; her body was athletic and toned. Her nipples were dark and puffy and Bryan longed to feel them in is mouth. Her legs were out of this world. They seemed to go on forever. She stroked her strapon like it was real flesh. He approached her with confidence. He had sucked his own toys enough to know exactly how to do it. He had prepared himself to deepthroat dildos that didn't look humanly possible to swallow. 

His assault was calculated. He wanted to show her a cocksucker like she had never seen before. He had often fantasized what it would be like to have such a huge dick and he had practiced sucking his toys the way he would want his cock sucked if he were a black man. He maintained eye contact with her as he began to lick sensuously up and down the shaft. He licked the head and circled it with his tongue and began stroking it with his hand methodically. He licked up and down the shaft, inching his mouth closer and closer to the sweet pussy that lay underneath, the scent of it making his little red cock leak profusely with precum. He placed his mouth over the head and began his descent. Barely more than half of it was in his mouth and it was already hitting the back of his throat. It was thicker than he had ever sucked before but he was determined to show her that he was a good slut for her. 

Her words fueled his passion to do an even better job. "Come on you dirty white cocksucker, show me what a slut you are for my juicy black cock. Suck my beautiful black dick. Tell me you love it." 

He went into a cocksucking frenzy. "Yes, Mistress. I'm in love with your big, black cock. It tastes so good in my mouth. I love being your white cocksucker. Feed me your cum." He was sucking harder and faster, taking it deeper and deeper. His spit was dripping down the side; he wanted to be like the white whores he saw in all the videos that gave messy blowjobs. 

She grabbed the back of his head and forced him all the way down on her "cock." He choked and gasped for air and he felt like he was going to pass out. The head of the black toy was deep in his throat and he felt like he was going to puke. He kept sucking. He sucked and she pumped until they were in a rhythm. He was taking every inch down his throat in every thrust. Every time she would let him up for air, she would ask him, "Do you want some more?" He nodded affirmatively but he eagerness was evidenced in the fact that he wouldn't stop sucking and licking that sexy black strapon. 

"You're ready to get your pussy fucked, aren't you?" He nodded uncontrollable, only stopping for a few seconds before he continued to lick and suck and swallow her strapon. "Derrick, get him ready for me, will you please?"

Bryan froze for a second. He was past the point of pretense or care and all he wanted was to be used. He arched his back as he felt lubricant being poured on his hole. Derrick's fingers were longer, thicker, and penetrated him more completely than Desire's fingers had previously done. He moaned in appreciation of the stimulation and sucked that much more. She kept taunting him with her words," you want to get fucked by a big black cock, to be a white faggot whore to be used by the Superior Black race, don't you? 

He didn't have time to answer. His mouth was crammed full of the strapon and he was sucking it like a whore. At that instant, he felt the head of Derrick's dick at the entrance to his pussy. He reached his hand back to feel its size and to guide it in but he wasn't prepared for what he encountered. It was as thick as a beer can and twice as long. 

"Noooo," he cried out, "I can't take that, please no." The words coming out of his mouth rang of fear but his heart told a different tale. He craved the pain of being used by Black people to rid him of his horrible guilt, to make him feel as inferior had he knew himself to be. He wanted to be fucked like a white rag doll and he wanted to earn his punishment. The head burned as it penetrated him and he turned back to suck the strapon to distract himself. Desire had unhooked the dildo and spread her legs wide and presented him with her wet slit. 

Bryan was experiencing sensory overload. A Black man was about to fuck him with the biggest black cock he had ever seen and before him was a sexy Black woman shoving her pussy in his face. He cried out, "Fuck me. Fuck my mouth, Fuck my pussy. Use me. Fuck me!!!" Tears formed in his eyes. He was lowered to a mass of flesh and lust at the hands of these Ebony gods. 

The cock in his ass pushed its way past his sphincter and deep into his bowels. It hurt. It was the kind of pain ushered in by the grandest pleasure. The sweet, sexy pussy in his face tasted like heaven. He felt what he previously thought was impossible . . . Derrick's balls were firmly against his own. He was impaled on that massive meat. 

He licked the clit in his face furiously as he wanted his Mistress to come in his mouth. "More . . . more . . . more," he kept chanting. 

Derrick began slapping his ass and calling him names and it sent Bryan into a lust-driven high. The pounding was harder now; he was being fucked without mercy. His guts ached, his prostate had never had that sort of stimulation and he was eating the wet musky cunt of his sexy Nubian Mistress. His tears were uncontrollable. His balls were aching. He started stroking his own cock uncontrollably as he unsnapped the cock ring and let out a cry. His cum exploded from his prick as Desire held his head to her spasming pussy and Derrick unloaded blast after thick blast of thick, hot cum in his well used pussy. He passed out from the pleasure and the pain. 

It was early morning when they dropped him off at the parking lot of the gay bar where they met. They had used him in so many delicious and unspeakable ways he couldn't remember them all. They were kinder to him then when they first met, treating him like a pet now more than a plaything. He was desperate for some sign that he had pleased them. "Will I see you again? Would you like to use me some more?" The longing in his eyes a telltale sign of the delight he had taken in being fucked so completely.

"Know that tonight was child's play compared to what you will experience again," Desire said. They drove off into the early morning, masters of dominant pleasure.



Dominant Black Tales and Submissive Ch. 02



It had been two weeks since Bryan's adventure and he hadn't been able to keep his mind off the events of that memorable night. During meetings at work, he would drift off in fantasy to the words that Desire last said. "Know that tonight was child's play compared to what you will experience again" He had flashbacks. Was it possible that he did the unspeakable things his mind's eye recalled? Eating black pussy, sucking big, black cocks . . . real and unreal, begging to get fucked and craving humiliation and abuse. At times, he could pretend that it was all a dream, that it hadn't really happened at all, but the desperation he felt to experience it again, the emptiness he felt inside, the longing to submit to his divine Black queen and do whatever she demanded haunted his every thought and desire. In his mind, it played out like a movie. He could see himself in the action. He could see the way he swallowed Mistress Desire's Strapon like a slut. He could see Master Derrick's huge cock as it invaded the deepest part of his bowels and gave him indescribable and forbidden pleasure. He could see his transformation from mild mannered, unassuming white man to submissive white bitchboi slut, with an insatiable need to be used and humiliated by Blacks. His mediocre life almost had reason while he patiently waited for the next email or instant message from Mistress Desire to let him know where his next adventure into dark passion would take him. 

One side effect the experience had on him was a boost to his libido. His previously boring and dull sex life with his wife had been resurrected. His love making become nothing less than inspired and she was never more satisfied in their entire eight-year marriage. His mind would fill of images from that night. His erection would become like steel and he would practically fight to keep from blurting out that he was submissive to Blacks to the blonde mother-of-two that lay beneath him. He was inspired by the intense desire to shock his card carrying, Junior League, PTA white bread wife with the revelation that he had eaten the hairy, black cunt of a sexy, Ebony mistress and he loved every second of it. He would pound away at his wife, making her moan for the first time in years, thinking of the look of horror she would have on her face knowing that he had begged like a dirty whore to get fucked savagely by a black stud. He would imagine that Desire would be whispering in his ear that his cock was pathetic and could never satisfy a woman the way Derrick's massive ebony weapon had satisfied his slutty pussy as he humped up and down on the unsuspecting woman white women that had ceased arousing him years ago. Fantasizing about hearing Desire's melodic voice in his mind, feeling her sensuous touch, and inspired by the beauty of her smooth chocolate skin, Bryan could resign himself to the life he was sentenced to live and make due with the cards he had been dealt. 

Those fantasies came to a crashing halt the second he walked through the door one day after work. The envelope sat plainly on the kitchen table when he arrived home. It was so ornate, so elaborate, it was difficult to miss. He initially assumed it was for his wife but was compelled to inspect it. The hand calligraphy clearly spelled out his name and the expensive bronze envelope with sealing wax looked like it could have been an exclusive invitation to Prince William's coronation or something. Bryan held the envelope in his hand and panicked. He knew the origin of the envelope even without a return address. It wasn't postmarked so he had to assume it had been hand delivered. His wife surely put it there so there was no way he could conceal it from her. Perspiration formed under his arms and he began to hyperventilate. He could hear his wife moving about upstairs and he knew from routine that she would be done momentarily to greet him. 

"Honey, I'll be back, I forgot my briefcase at the gym . . . I'll be . . . be right back," he yelled up the staircase as he clutched the envelope tightly. 

"Wait, tell me what's in the envelope before you . . . leave," the last word barely audible over the slam of the carport door. He sat in his car motionless for a second. Maybe he would just drive away and never come back. No, he needed to get revenge on that bitch for trying to destroy his life. She would pay for this and pay dearly. He backed out of the driveway not sure if he would even have the nerve to return home. He had nothing but the clothes on his back. 

Why had he been so thoughtless, so stupid? He jeopardized his marriage for a night of lust. At the time, it seemed so imperative to him to fulfill his fantasy. The thoughts of his submission to Black women had been growing for years. Everything about Black women seemed to reek of sensuality. He had long since stopped looking at porn sites with white women. Actually, his fascination began when he stroked his cock looking at videos of white women getting fucked by huge black cocks, usually in the ass, at the numerous black on blonde sites. At first, he just wanted to see if the myth was true. Assured that it was, he became mesmerized with black sexuality. Somehow, some way, he would get confused. Sometimes, he would imagine that the white whore on the screen was his wife. Scared by that thought, he somehow began to imagine himself as the white slut. He would see those white women on the screen, screaming and moaning and begging for more black cock as they were being gangbanged and he would wonder what it felt like to be the object of such intense sexual pleasure. His mind couldn't handle the confusion he experienced so he went searching the World Wide Web for images of Black women. He found true love. 

Black women were his obsession. Their skin, their asses, their pure, unbridled passion seemed to be the epitome of sexuality. At first, any Ebony site would do but he quickly learned that most adult sites with Black women were low quality and showed Black women in the worse possible way. He was only interested in sites that portrayed Black women as the goddesses he knew them to be. AfroerotiK was his absolute favorite; he could look on with awe and inspiration at the gorgeous images of Black sexuality. He then began using various chat rooms and online communities to find Black women with whom he could converse. He was interested in Black women that were at least of his educational level and not just trying to get paid for fucking. He was willing to pay, he felt it was his obligation to lavish a Black woman with gifts but wanted to do it as a tribute, not as an exchange of goods and services. Bottom line, he didn't want a hooker, he wanted a mistress. 

That's how he found Mistress Desire. She was a member of a yahoo group called love_ebony_women. He sent her an instant message and she returned his message with pleasant conversation. Not only was she his intellectual equal, she was his superior. She was a biologist specializing in stem cell research and most of her job description went over his head. For weeks they had developed a rapport and she had initiated him into a world of dominance and submission from which he could not return. She was masterful in her control of him and he found himself doing things he hadn't ever contemplated before. She never raised her voice; she never made outrageous and unreasonable demands on him. She would get inside his head, anticipate his every thought and desire, and push him to maniacal heights of arousal. He craved her humiliation most of all. He would get a perverse thrill knowing that she looked down on him with disgust and contempt. 

His cell phone rang and it jolted him out of his memories. The caller ID said it was his wife and he let the call go to voicemail. He glanced at the envelope sitting on the front seat. It looked like it had an aura of its own. "What the hell am I so afraid of? What if it's not even from her? This is crazy. I'm not afraid of her. I'm not going to let her control my life. Whatever is in there I can handle it," he thought.

He drove out of conditioning to his job. It was still relatively early in the evening so a few people were still lingering about, finishing up projects and waiting for the evening traffic to dissipate before they made their journey to the outer burbs. He moved through the office in a fog, the envelope held firmly in his grasp. He closed the door to his office and loosened his tie. He felt lightheaded. He broke the seal of the envelope and the gilt tissue paper floated gracefully to the floor. He unfolded the envelope to find a hand written note. 

"Bryan, I do so hope you have a wonderful evening when we met. I warned you that if you wanted to play again, the stakes would be higher. What say you, Bryan? Interested in seeing how far you will be willing to go to get your pathetic little prick off again Bryan?" 

Bryan blinked hard. With all that was at stake, with all that he stood to lose, he found himself getting erect. He could hear the sweet timber of her voice and he knew all to well that she knew how to push his buttons. 

He continued to read. "You belong to me completely, Bryan, that means that anything that you have belongs to me as well. I want your wife Bryan. I want to see your wife getting fucked like a slut by Derrick's beautiful black cock. I want to see the look on her face as you kiss my feet, lick my pussy, as you drink my piss and tell me that you love me and you'll do anything to please me. I want her to watch in horror as she sees her dutiful husband slobber and drool over Derrick's black cock and beg to get fucked like a useless faggot. Chez Henri -- Friday night -- Be there at 8:00, bring your wife, and we'll be waiting for you."

Bryan's mouth was dry. More than that, his cock was hard. He went to lock the door of his office and he fell wearily against the frame as he freed his raging hard cock and stroked it, thinking of the things Desire had described. He pushed his pants to his knees and spread his thighs as much as his khakis would allow. He placed his finger in his mouth and sucked it, imagining a more delectable treat. Sufficiently lubricated, he reached past his balls to his asshole and pushed it in. Ever since Derrick had fucked him in the ass, his asshole had become desperate to be fucked. Sometimes, it itched and throbbed in need of a big, black invader. He shot a load all over the carpet as he fantasized about his wife being a slut for black cock, and how Mistress Desire had manipulated him so completely. 

Invigorated, Bryan regained his composure and he began concocting lies and explanations to tell his wife. He checked his voicemail to get a measure of his wife's demeanor. All seemed well. She was curious but she didn't seem to suspect anything at all. He felt a tinge of guilt for the betrayal he was displaying but his lust and fantasies, and the fear that if he didn't comply with Desire's wishes she might actually do something malicious to him, his marriage or his job kept him focused. 

He ran to his computer and used Publisher to create an elaborate looking document that looked like a gift certificate, complete with a fake authorization code and a line for a fake signature. He called Chez Henri for reservations on Friday night and they were booked solid. He asked the maitre d if there were reservations for a Desiree' Jenkins and he confirmed that she had reservations for two at 8:00. He called the corporate concierge for his firm and promised him a hundred bucks if he could get him reservations at the exclusive, five star restaurant on Friday evening. He got a confirmation after only a minute of being on hold. He held his breath as he dialed the number for his wife. 

"You won't believe this," he blurted out before giving her a chance to ask any questions," I entered this drawing at work about a month ago and I won . . . we won a dinner for two at Chez Henri on Friday night. Isn't that fabulous?"

She started to ask all sorts of questions about the strange demeanor of the man who had delivered the envelope and why he had run out so quickly be he easily distracted her by telling her that she should go to Nordstrom's and buy something extra sexy and that he even thought that she should take the day off an make an appointment for Spa Moulin on Friday afternoon as well. "Make a day of it baby, I want this to be a special night for both of us. We deserve to let our hair down."

When he hung up, reality hit him squarely in the chest. What on earth was he thinking? How could he subject himself to such a dangerous plan? As much as he fantasized about having a wife that was a slut for Black cock and submitting himself to the machinations of an Ebony Domme, this was too much. He formed a plan that would simply beat Desire at her own game. He was going to show her that he was no pawn to be played with. 

He avoided Rebecca the majority of the day on Friday, opting to get his hair cut, go work out at the gym and go buy some Clinique toiletries so that he would feel his most attractive for his . . . masters, no longer able to say mistress solely. His passion was rising and his slutty nature was coming out. He wanted Desire and Derrick to take him places that he had never even dreamt of going. The fact that his wife might be there to watch didn't register in his consciousness. For so many years she wasn't even a part of his sexual fantasies that he was able to disassociate her from his desires. Yeah, he would fantasize occasionally about a white slut wife that would keep him cuckold and submissive to Blacks, but he never thought that it would be the conservative, practically frigid woman that he had only recently begun to enjoy sex with, no thanks to her. In his fantasies it was some other white woman, not the mother of his children. 

Rebecca was like a school girl on Friday, giggling and talkative all day long. She was invigorated by the concept of romance in their otherwise loveless marriage. She got a Brazilian wax at the spa, removing every trace of hair on her pussy and leaving her baby smooth. She had decided to go for a sultrier look than usual, empowered by the intense sex she and Bryan had been having as of late. She made an appointment at the hairdresser, had highlights put in her hair and got the full makeover at the cosmetic counter at Mac. Bryan, already aroused at what he knew was potentially going to happen, practically threw her on the bed when he saw the low-cut, clingy red dress that Rebecca wore, the strappy high heels and the knockout woman that stood before him. 

"Your table is ready sir," the host said as they made their way through the labyrinth of tables with Waterford crystal sparkling in the candlelight. Bryan nervously glanced around, practically sick he had allowed his fantasies to control his better judgment yet again. The waiter introduced himself and described specials but he was completely distracted. He saw Desire from across the room, watching their every move, and something deep within him told him that he shouldn't make the first move. She was torturing him and she loved every second of it. At times, she would laugh and draw attention to herself, highlighting the fact that she and Derrick were the only people of color in the entire place. It was an act of confidence rather than uncouth, proving that she was undaunted by the historical implications that suggested that she didn't even belong there, let alone command such confidence and ease. 

Dinner was seamless, save the raging hard-on Bryan sported all night, and the sorbet course was about to be served. He thought that perhaps that this was to be his only test, to see if he could follow orders. His true desires betrayed him as he felt slightly disappointed that the evening would transpire without the things the Desire had described in her note. The waiter approached and discreetly said, "Ms Jenkins would like it very much if you and your wife would join her and her companion for an aperitif." 

Her back towards the couple all evening, Rebecca turned in her seat to glance towards Desire and Derrick. "Bryan, who is she? Do you know her?" She seemed to immediately get uncomfortable. 

Bryan swallowed hard. "Hmmmmmmm, Oh, yes. I think I do. She is the head of the lab at that research facility where my company updated their network interface a few months back . . . I think," trying to sound unsure of himself and proud that he was capable of thinking on his feet so well. 

"I'm not so sure about that, Bryan. Maybe we should decline the offer." Rebecca seemed nervous and figidity. 

"Nonsense, what could it hurt," Bryan said, as he wondered inwardly why he hadn't taken the opportunity to take his wife up on her offer? Adrenaline was pumping in his veins. 

Desire stood to greet him with an air of familiarity. She leaned in close and tilted her head back for Bryan to kiss her neck. Bryan laid a tentative and juvenile kiss on her neck and Rebecca turned a deeper shade of red as she witnessed the act of intimacy right before her eyes. 

Derrick stood to greet her. "Rebecca, you look particularly lovely this evening." He kissed her on the mouth and ran his dark hands down her back and rested them on her ass. This time, it was Bryan's turn to show his displeasure. It was a kiss of lovers. 

Desire interrupted the embrace and introduced herself. "We've not met, I'm Desiree' Jenkins. You must be Rebecca. Derrick has told me so much about you. It's a pleasure to finally meet the woman behind all those steamy stories." With that, she leaned in close and gave Rebecca a sensuous kiss that was more appropriate for a porn movie than a high-class establishment like Chez Henri. 

"What the fuck is . . .," Bryan blurted out, drawing more attention that the silent kiss had done. 

"Bryan, sit! And for God's sake don't make such a scene." Desires' words caused more arousal than calm; the irony of her comments was not lost on the interracial foursome. He was hypnotized by her command and presence. 

They all sat as Rebecca and Bryan were shame faced and solemn. Desire broke the ice. "Shall we drop the pretenses everyone? Bryan, while you've been my cyber slut online for all these weeks, your wife has been entertaining a virtual lover as well." 

Rebecca looked nauseous as Desire continued with her tale. "You see, Becky here doesn't know the identity of her cyber lover, she's only seen him from the waist down on web cam. But she does know Derrick here. They met when he was kind enough to hand deliver the note I sent you earlier this week. Derrick and your cyber lover are one and the same, Becky. I'm afraid we played a bit of a trick on you sweetie by not revealing Derrick's identity to you when you met the other day but you didn't seem to care. You were so hot for Black cock that you were practically throwing yourself at him." Desire continued with her story causing Bryan rage and outrage at the betrayal from both women. "I guess her lust for black men had been fueled by her cyber lover so much that when Derrick showed up at the door, she invited him in, offered him some Iced Red tea and was practically drooling all over him. The kids were in the back yard playing the whole time if I heard the story correctly. Bent right over the kitchen sink and took all 10 inches without missing a beat."

Bryan's heart sank. He knew the story was true. His wife had been on this whole "antioxidant kick" recently and was addicted to a new kind of South African red rooibos tea. Rebecca grabbed her purse and Bryan's arm and stood to leave. 

"Sit down bitch!" Desire's words sounded so sweet and sexy they effectively controlled the blonde housewife with ease. Bryan's face was burning with anger. Damn his cock for being hard at a time like this. He grabbed Rebecca's arm forcefully enough to leave marks. "Is what she's saying true?" 

Rebecca pried his fingers from her arm. With tears in her eyes, she choked out, "I guess it is, apparently you know her very well. I wasn't the only one cheating online." 




Dominant Black Tales and Submissive Ch. 02



Desire interrupted. "Oh no, Bryan's infidelities were far more extensive than mere cybersex." She turned to Bryan. "Would you like to divulge the juicy details of our threesome or would you prefer me to do that? Better yet, let's go to the video tape, shall we?" 

"You didn't tell me anything about a videotape," Bryan was outraged. He had been caught so off guard that he had completely forgotten his counterplans for revenge on this Black manipulatrix. He never saw the shocker coming that his wife would somehow be involved in her scheme. The white couple sat there in a state of shock, not believing that their marriage was falling apart in the most expensive restaurant in town. 

"What video tape, Bryan?" Rebecca whispered the words softly, the wind taken out of her sails. 

Bryan sunk into a feeling of calm. He had no control so he just relinquished all of his anger into determination to not let this woman defeat him. Casually, at just above a whisper, he recounted to his wife the short version of what had happened. " . . . . wanted to know if it was true . . . once you go black . . . AfroerotiK . . . shaved. . . dance . . . and for the first time in my life Rebecca, I felt alive." He finished his monologue as he fought back the tears. He was now truly free. 

"Becky, your hubby left out a few key details," the familiar way she called her name dripping with condescension. Not waiting for Bryan to fill in the details, she said, "Do you remember how good you felt when Derrick's hard, black cock was ramming your tight white pussy? Well, you and Bryan have that in common. He's all too familiar with that sensation as well. And if memory serves me correctly, he was begging and screaming for more. Isn't that right, Derrick?" 

Derrick spoke up for the first time since the foursome sat at the table. He was more than just a lackey; he was an equally competent and capable dominator. The effects of his work outs showed beneath the tailored suit that draped his body like it was custom made for him, and obviously it was. Derrick was professing how tight, slutty, and horny fucking Bryan was and comparing notes to determine which partner had been the better lay. Bryan couldn't hear any of his comments, he felt like he was about to pass out. 

Derrick signaled for the check and the waiter promptly brought it to the table. "Would the gentleman like for our limousine to take you to your usual suite at The Ritz this evening?" Derrick threw six crisp $100 bills on the table and said, "That would be fine, and make sure that our guests here have their bill covered as well. That should take care of everything, correct?"

"Yes sir," the waiter said. Bryan was not sure if he could detect a hint of submissive gleam in the waiter's eyes when he bowed graciously and left to signal for the driver. 

"Come Becky, let's powder our noses while the boys catch up." Desire stood and extended her hand to Rebecca. Bryan had to stand to let her out of the booth and they two ladies trotted off arm in arm, Rebecca looking back like an abducted child stolen from her father's loving embrace. 

Bryan stared at the cleared table, unable to look Derrick in the eye. Five minutes passed and he grew more and more uncomfortable with each passing second. He could tell Derrick was staring at him the entire time. "She's eating Desiree's pussy right now, you realize that don't you?" 

Bryan looked up in shock, his eyes wide with wonder. "There's no way, Rebecca isn't . . . she wouldn't. . . ' His voice trailed off, reminded of the things he's been convinced to do and enjoy and Desires command. 

Just then, the two ladies returned to the table. Rebecca moved with a casual elegance about her, a certain lightness. She certainly wasn't the same woman that left the table minutes ago. She walked up to Bryan and slid in next to him. She leaned over and kissed Bryan full on the mouth. There was no denying the taste of pussy on her mouth. He had tasted that sweet nectar before and remembered it all too well. She tasted different, slightly saltier somehow but Bryan was intoxicated by the taste. He was lost in his own lustful desires to taste that pussy when he reached for Rebecca's waist and felt her dress was damp. 

He backed away and looked Rebecca in the eye. She didn't look away. He glanced at Desire with a confused look on his face. It wasn't possible. There was no fucking way in hell that it was possible. That taste . . . the damp dress. Desire laughed, "I've had so much champagne this evening, sometimes I get a little confused. The toilet is white; Becky's mouth is white . . ."

"Rebecca?" 

"Rebecca didn't bother to answer. She took Bryan's hand and discreetly shoved it between her pantiless thighs. She was soaking wet. Bryan looked at his wife and she was no longer the conservative woman that made meatloaf every Thursday and sold raffle tickets for the PTA. She was a hot, desirable, lustful woman that looked incredible. "I'm horny, hornier than I've ever been in my life. I want to do this Bryan. Let's take a chance. If we let go of this opportunity, we may never get it again." She hesitated a moment and added,"Bryan, we are both sluts for black cock and for black pussy, why are we trying to deny it?"

With that simple declaration, everything in Bryan's world changed. There was no turning back. His wife of eight years had spoken the words that would alter their realties forever. They were sluts for black cock and black pussy. Bryan closed his eyes and opened them to a new reality. He wanted to be baptized with the golden nectar of Mistress Desire; he wanted to be used by Derrick any way he saw fit. He wanted to eat Rebecca's pussy when her belly was swollen and full with Derrick's baby. It was as if in an instant he was a new person. 

"Your car is ready," the waiter announced as he held Desire's chair out. Desire held her arm out for Bryan to take and he did so willingly. Derrick slid around and took Rebecca's arm and the foursome walked out arm in arm much differently than they had entered. 

The limo was waiting for them at the curb. The driver held the door while they piled in. There was a full bar and TV and all the trappings of a limo but there was a case of openly displayed sex toys there as well. Bryan tried not to stare and act nonchalant about it. Rebecca was seated in between Desire and Derrick and Bryan sat across from them. The car sat motionless as Desire said, "Bryan pull down your pants and bend over, I want to get put a butt plug in you to get you ready for tonight. 

Bryan froze for a second. It was the exact same feeling he had in the bar. He was angry and defiant but intoxicated with the power this Black women held over him. She owned him and he did what she requested with pride, wanting to show his wife that he had no shame in being such a slut. He slid his pants down to his knees and followed instructions by kneeling on the floor of the limo. 

"Becky, I want you to put it in, which one of these lovelies would you like to see in him . . . that one? Why not that one? Yes, I think he would like that one much better." Bryan arched his back. He wanted to take the biggest one there was with ease, to show that he could handle anything they dished out. 

His wife inquired about lube and Derrick said, "Damn, we forgot the lube, you'll have to lick his asshole to get it wet or stick it in dry." Bryan froze. He feared that his wife would take out her anger at his infidelities on his unlubed asshole. His fears didn't last long as he felt the soft touch of his wife's tongue on his rear hole. In their entire time together, she had never done anything like that. It felt damn good. She was licking his ass and moaning. Bryan glanced around to see that Desire was fingering Rebecca's pussy at the same time. The pleasure he felt was quickly changed when he felt the tip of a gigantic butt plug about to penetrate him. He pushed out, like he was taking a shit, to accommodate the mammoth toy. It felt heavenly, finally filled where he had felt so empty since Derrick has last been there. 

"Pull up your pants," Derrick said. He tapped on the window and the driver opened the door. Everyone looked at Bryan and he knew he was expected to get out. He froze. The driver extended his hand and Bryan emerged out into the night and turned back to see his wife and her two black lovers fondling her openly. The driver closed the door and opened the passenger side door for Bryan. He felt relieved momentarily, until he sat and felt the butt plug in his ass and moaned in discomfort. The driver, a white man that looked to be in his late forties, put the partition up between the front and back seat and pulled his cock out. It was already erect and Bryan stared at him, wondering how many times he had done this sort of ritual with Derrick and Desire. The driver seemed happy to just stroke his cock occasionally, keeping it erect as he drove about the city. 

The heavily tinted windows shielded them from the rest of the world. Bryan was mesmerized by the events of the night. Within the last hour and a half, he had found out that his wife had been having a secret cyber affair with a Black man, that that same black man had fucked her in their very house, he revealed to his wife that he had become submissive to a Black dominatrix and enjoyed taking her lover's black cock in his ass. He had tasted the evidence of his wife drinking Desire's piss and he now had a huge butt plug in his ass sitting next to a man that was jerking off casually while his wife was in the back seat between two Dominant Black people. Bryan rested his head on the partition and pulled his own cock out for some stimulation. 

He was enjoying the night scenery, the pressure in his ass and the public jerk off he and the driver were sharing when he heard moans coming from the back seat. They were the unmistakable moans of his wife, in the throws of ecstasy. He listened intently. She was screaming now, loudly, without censor. His wife was a slut, begging to get fucked. 

Desire turned on the intercom so he didn't have to strain to hear. Every sound was as clear as a bell. "Yes Becky, suck that big, Black cock. It's so much better than your hubby's pathetic little one, isn't it?" Rebecca moaned her affirmation with a mouth full of meat. "You love that THICK, LONG, BLACK DICK fucking your slutty mouth, don't you?" Her punctuation of every word like a knife in Bryan's gut. There was more moaning and slobbering. Bryan was embarrassed but more aroused than ever. He wanted to hear his wife say that his cock couldn't satisfy her. He wanted her to say that only a big, Black cock could please her. He stroked harder and harder waiting to hear more. 

He heard Derrick say, "Look you white bitch, if you are going to suck it, suck my fucking cock you whore," and he heard the sounds of his wife choking. He knew Derrick had his strong black fingers grasping the blonde hair of his wife and was forcing her down on his stiff erection. He heard the sounds of Mistress Desire slapping her ass and finally Rebecca gasping for air. 

"More, give me more of that superior Black cock," she was screaming and coughing like a wounded animal. Every time he heard the staccato sound of her ass being slapped, her voice went down an octave like she was being transformed into a wild beast. 

"Come here you cunt, eat my pussy and you better make me cum." Bryan had tears in his eyes; he was grinding in the seat and humping that butt plug deeper and deeper in his ass. He ached to see the action. "Yeah you white cunt, eat my sweet, hairy black cunt, show Mommy what a good little girl you are." The words rang in Bryan's ears. He visualized his pristine wife of eight years lapping at the silky folds of flesh between the thighs of a Dominant Black woman. He heard her dress rip and he gasped for air. What was happening back there?

"Oh yes, fuck me Daddy. Mommy, make me eat your sweet, juicy pussy. Mommy, I've been such a bad girl, Tell Daddy to spank me hard while he rams that gorgeous fuck stick in and out of my slutty pussy. I'm a bad girl, aren't I Mommy. Only Bad girls like to get fucked like whores by big black cocks and like to eat pussy, don't they Mommy?" 

If he hadn't heard that voice every day for the past 10 years of his life, Bryan would have sworn it was someone else saying those words. He spit on his hand and stroked his cock even harder. Not ashamed any more, he lowered his pants, removed them and placed his feet on the dashboard. He grabbed the base of the butt plug and tried to push it deeper in while he kept listening to the sounds of his wife getting fucked. 

"Want some more piss, slut? Want some more of Mommy's sweet pee?" All he heard were moans. It was barely a second before he heard the unmistakable sounds of hot urine filling a mouth and swallowing, followed by coughing and sputtering. "You bitch, how dare you spill a drop of my precious golden wine." 

"I'm sorry Mommy, but, agraahhhhhhhhhh, Daddy was ramming my white useless twat so hard I couldn't help myself. Let me make it up for you by licking your sexy asshole Mistress. Please, I would love to stick my tongue up your gorgeous shithole. That's what nasty little white sluts like me do, right Mommy?" 

The cum in Bryan's nuts was about to shoot out of his cock. He was stroking so hard, so fast, moaning louder than his wife. If he could just see what was happening. He heard Desire moaning in sensual delight and the sounds of licking and the unmistakable sounds of hardcore fucking. 

Bryan heard the sounds of Desire on the verge of orgasm. He had heard those melodic sounds before and they were music to his ears. Derrick was lost in his own pleasure as well, yelling out, "Take my cock, bitch, and take every fucking inch. If you're lucky, I'll cum in your used hole and let lover boy up there lick it out. 

There was no turning back. Bryan was out of control. His heart was aching. He needed to see the action. The words poured through the intercom, a mélange of voices and cries," Fuck me, eat my pussy, take this black cock bitch, it hurts, that feels good, more, don't stop, fucking slut, use me . . ." it was a cacophony of erotic words made into a soundtrack of lust and pure, hedonistic desire. 

Bryan was sure that all four of them came at the same time. Bryan captured his cum in his hand and licked it like a greedy slut, careful not to make a mess for the driver to have to clean up. The driver, erect and still stroking himself, concentrated on the road, surely hired for his services for his discretion and his safety. 

The car pulled into the driveway of the Ritz. After a moment to pull himself together, the driver opened the passenger side door and Bryan stepped out into the night. He opened the door to the back and Derrick and Desire emerged impeccably. Rebecca had the obvious signs of being fucked. Her hair was matted and sweaty, her dress slightly torn, her lipstick smears across and her face was glistening with the telltale signs of cum. At that moment, Bryan was sure he had never seen his wife look more beautiful. The doorman held the door for them. 

"I'm pleased you'll be staying with us this weekend. If there is anything you'll require, be sure to let me know." 

Derrick tipped him what looked to be a one hundred dollar bill and slapped him on the back. 'We're expecting six of our friends to show up in a couple of hours. Be sure to show them directly to our room." 



Dominant Black Woman with Strapon



The weird things that some of my boyfriends ask me to do to them never cease to amaze me. Seriously. The name is Mika Adewale. A six-foot-tall, athletic and muscular, short-haired and dark-skinned Nigerian woman living in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I have a thing for sexually submissive Black men. And I don't really hide it. It's put me at odds with some of my friends and colleagues at the University of Ottawa, where I teach business administration but I don't care. Not really. I just live my life the way I want it. Oh by the way, I am also a whip-smart African Dominatrix.

Don't believe me? Who says all the professional female dominants out there have to be White? I'm a strong Black woman and women don't get any bossier than my sisters and I. Seriously. Black women are naturally bossier than other women. Just ask a Black male sometime. They'll you this hidden truth. One of the best kept secrets of the international Black community. I see a lot of skinny blondes in the world of BDSM and online erotica along with professional female domination. Personally, I think most of these silly White sluts couldn't dominate a housecat. Just wearing a black leather outfit and carrying a whip or a strap-on dildo doesn't make you a dominatrix. A truly dominant woman is dominant mentally, first and foremost.

If you're not mentally dominant, the potential submissive that you meet will sense this. And he or she will turn away from you. I've always been a dominant person. It's simply my personality. I was born under the sign of the Scorpio. That probably has a lot to do with it, I guess. Growing up in the Republic of Nigeria, I had to be tough. It's a bastion of male domination, in case you were wondering. A woman really has to stand up for herself down there otherwise she's nothing. When I moved to North America, I fulfilled my true potential. I earned my MBA from the University of Toronto. And nowadays, I teach business at the University of Ottawa. I am openly bisexual and date women and men of all races. By far I prefer Black men. I like the way they smell and taste, I guess you could say. I also like to dominate them.

How dominant am I? Feel free to ask my good friend and sometime lover Martin Jean Claude. This big and tall, ruggedly handsome Black stud is really into bossy Black chicks. That's okay because I like to boss Black men around. That's why he's kneeling me before me in my apartment basement, polishing my shiny black leather boots with his tongue. I just love a man who does as he is told. Martin is a constable with the Ottawa Police Service. He's married to a Black woman named Marie Claire and they have two sons together. They live in the suburb of Orleans in a big house. His wife is the manager of a private security firm. His picture-perfect and deeply conservative family doesn't know about this side of him. They see him as the good daddy, hard-working professional and church-going upstanding member of society. He's really a sexual submissive and a Race Play aficionado. That's right up my alley.

After making Martin polish my boots with his tongue, I decided to put him through the sweetest of hells. I whipped out my strap-on dildo and ordered him to suck it. Obediently Martin began sucking on my strap-on dildo. I smile and rub my hand over his shiny bald head. I love watching a sexy Black man kneeling before a Black goddess like me, sucking my dildo just like he should. He's really good at sucking my dildo too. And I must say my nine-inch, hard and thick plastic member looked good in his mouth. My pussy gets all wet just from watching that, seriously. I can't wait to fuck him in the ass with my big strap-on dildo. Actually, I can. There are so much more wicked things I want to try on him.

Like face sitting. I am really into sitting on a guy's face. I see a lot of Black female dominants sitting on the faces on non-Black males on the internet's female domination websites. I want to create a website featuring exclusively Black female domination with Black male submission on display. I don't think anything of the kind has been tried in the world of cyber erotica or porn. It would revolutionize the web. I think everyone would be talking about it. It would totally change everything. What do you think? I don't know. Maybe someday I will try my hand at something like this. For now, my domination sessions are strictly private and only take place in the privacy of my basement. Anyhow, where was I? Oh, yes. I was about to show our dear friend Martin the wonders of face sitting.

I tied up Martin's hands and feet, then I sat on his face. I smashed my big Black ass all over his face. Until he couldn't breathe. I counted to twenty, lifted my ass and rubbed my pussy all over his face. He stuck his tongue out and tasted me. I could tell he liked what he tasted. I spread my ass cheeks and ordered him to lick my asshole. My sexy Black male submissive did as he was told. I love the feel of a man's tongue in my asshole. I simply love having my Hershey highway properly licked. After making Martin polish my asshole with his magical tongue, I was ready for a good fucking. I propped him up on all fours, face down and ass up. Then I pressed my dildo against his asshole after spreading his ass cheeks wide open. Ready or not, here I come. 

Without further ado, I eased my dildo into Martin's asshole. The big and tall Black stud groaned as I penetrated him. Yes, I am a Black woman fucking a Black man in the ass with her strap-on dildo. It happens, and a lot more often than you might think. I gripped Marty's hips tightly as I worked my dildo up his ass. I fucked him good, filling his ass with my plastic member. I stroked his long and thick, uncircumcised Black dick as I fucked him with my strap-on. One of these days, I'd love to ride his dick. He's got such a big, juicy cock. But not today. Nope. Today I am going to sodomize this Black stud until he cries for his mama. And that's exactly what I did. I mercilessly fucked his ass with my tool until tears came out of his eyes and his howls of pain mixed with pleasure filled the basement. Happily, I pulled out of him. He slumped on the carpeted floor, spent.

I stood there, stroking my dildo like I've seen male porn stars stroke their cocks both before and after fucking the hell out of some chick's ass. Man, I feel good while doing this. I finger my pussy, which is about as wet as the Atlantic Ocean. I'm surprised at how turned on I am. I love fucking Black men with my strap-on dildo. If it's an addiction, then I don't want to be cured of it. Not by a long shot. I gently help Martin to his feet, and plant a kiss on his lips. I ask him if he had a good session. He nods. I smile. Of course he had a good session. I'm the most dominant Black woman on the planet. And that's exactly why this submissive Black stud sought me out. I just gave him the ride of his life. Now he can go back to his wife and family, his darker urges sated for the moment. All thanks to me. Am I good or what? 



Dominant Cheerleader Ch. 01



I picked up a new bestseller from the rack and had just finished reading the plot outline on the cover jacket when I looked over at the magazine racks and spotted her. Fuck me! I couldn't believe it was actually her! And wow...what she was wearing looked incredible!

Sorry, let me backtrack for a second here...

It was Friday evening about 6:30 and I had decided to drop by the bookstore, "Novel Idea", near my place. It was one of those big trendy places with some couches and seating areas that also had a coffee shop attached to it. So everybody was browsing through the books and magazines as they quietly sipped away at their half-calf decaf lattes or frappe mochachinos or whatever some of those things were called. I myself was used to a regular cup of "joe", but then again, I guess I'm kind of old school about some things. Besides, that's my name too.....Joe.

I had been thinking about grabbing a coffee but decided to look around for awhile first and that's when I had spotted her. It was Annette, one of the cheerleaders for the pro football team in my city. I'm not going to tell you which team or which city or too many people will be bothering her once they read this story. 

I've been a season ticket holder for about fifteen years now and she was just a few weeks into her second season with the team. I had fallen in love with her after seeing her for the first time at the start of last season. She was the tallest member of the team and had an amazingly voluptuous body compared to the other girls. With her long blonde wavy hair, full soft lips and chiseled Scandinavian features, she definitely had the most beautiful face of any of the cheerleaders that the team had ever had. Her most noticeable feature though was her large massive chest. It was generously shown off in the tight low-cut top of their uniform that also showed her taut stomach as it ended high on her waist, leaving a gap below the clinging top to show off the bare midriffs of the team members. The little skirt that hung on their hips emphasized her trim waist and the wide womanly hips of her classic hourglass figure. Her long toned legs always looked gorgeous in the knee-high boots they were required to wear. 

Annette always carried herself confidently and seemed totally sure of herself in everything I'd ever seen her do from my regular seat nine rows above the playing field. To me, she was the most perfect woman I had ever seen; in my eyes, an absolute goddess that I had watched and fantasized about for over a year now. And now here she was standing just a few yards away from me! From the many hours I had spent watching her on the sidelines, I had recognized her immediately (not to mention the number of hours and the many loads I had jacked off thinking about her). She looked so fucking sexy in what she was wearing too! 

She had a black purse slung over the shoulder of a little black leather jacket that was open at the front and ended at about her waist. Beneath it, she had on what looked like a tight white cashmere sweater with a number of small buttons running all the way down the front. The top three buttons or so were undone and you could just see a hint of the upper swells of those tremendous mounds beneath her sweater. The sweater hugged her huge tits and the shadows cast by the white material made those beauties look absolutely enormous. The bottom of the sweater lay an inch or two over the waistband of a tight black skirt. The skirt was very short and finished high on her thighs with a little slit in the front of one leg. As she moved and her smooth creamy skin filled the opening of the slit, well, that slit skirt sure was sexy. What seemed to make it even more alluring were the high black boots she wore that came above the knee. Her long toned thighs looked beautiful as they seemed to flow from beneath that teasingly short skirt into the long black leather columns of her thigh-high boots. The boots had a sharp pointy toe and high heels that had her towering over nearly all the customers in the store. I knew from her bio in the team program that she was listed as 5'-10" tall and the boots easily put her well over 6'. All together, she was a gorgeous imposing powerful-looking woman that just seemed to ooze sex.

I noticed a number of other patrons, both male and female, eyeing her up as well while she scanned the magazine she had chosen from the rack. I figured there was no way I would have a better opportunity than this to ever meet her. Basically a shy person by nature, I managed to summon up enough courage to approach her. I kind of sidled up beside her and pretended to be looking at the merchandise on the racks in front of the two of us.

"Ummmm....excuse me?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes?" she said glancing over in my direction. I thought I was going to melt right there from the low husky tone of her voice.

"You're ummmm, the cheerleader, Annette, right?" 

"That's right," she said as she turned back to the magazine and continued flipping through it.

"I....uh....I'm a season ticket holder and I've seen you since you joined the team last year."

"Is that so?" she said nonchalantly as she continued to flip through her magazine. 

"Yeah. My seat's in the ninth row right at the 40-yard line. I think you're the best cheerleader the team has ever had."

She finally turned to look directly at me. Those ice-blue eyes of hers held my gaze and I felt as if I was being hypnotized as she looked at me for what seemed like an eternity before speaking. "Well, thank you for saying that.....uh.....?" She looked at me questioningly. 

"Joe....it's Joe." I said as I held my hand out towards her.

"Yes, Joe." She ignored my hand and I felt awkward as I slowly brought it back to my side. "But it's really Joseph, right?"

"Well, yeah. But everybody calls me Joe."

"Well, I'm not everybody. And I'm going to call you Joseph," she said with authority. "Come on Joseph....buy me a coffee." She set the magazine back on the rack and walked over towards the café area. I watched her succulent round ass sway deliciously beneath the short tight skirt and followed obediently until I stood beside her at the ordering counter. My excitement level was rising, along with my cock, at the opportunity to be this close to this goddess who I had worshipped from afar.

"I'll have a tall Americano," she said to the young man behind the counter. I watched his eyes flick repeatedly to her impressive chest as he punched her order into his computerized cash register. "And Joseph, what'll you have," she asked turning towards me. 

"Ummmm....just a black coffee."

"Give him a tall Americano as well," she ordered for me.

"Ummm...maybe I should make that a decaf," I said to her softly.

"Planning on going to bed early tonight, Joseph," she asked questioningly.

"Uh gee.....I don't know," I stammered in reply.

"No. No decaf. Two tall Americanos," she said as she confirmed our order with the young man. "Pay the man, Joseph. Then bring the coffees over there when they're ready. Cream and sugar in mine." She pointed to a couple of easy chairs sitting a short distance away in the café area and sauntered over. I reached for my wallet and paid the kid while another employee prepared our coffees. I was only too eager to treat Annette to a coffee in order to spend some time with her. 

The other kid passed me the two coffees and I got hers fixed up as she had instructed and then carried them over to where Annette was waiting. As I approached the two easy chairs, she dropped her purse beside one and I watched as she peeled off the little leather jacket she had been wearing. Oh man! I felt my cock surge in my shorts as her chest thrust forward as her arms went behind her as she drew them out of the sleeves. The shadows cast by those huge mounds beneath her tight white sweater were unbelievable. Those tits of hers just looked so big and round and heavy. With her jacket off, you could see just the outline of her white bra beneath the tightly stretched material. That thing must have had some serious underwire reinforcement to hold those knockers up. You could even see the full firm points of her large nipples as they thrust enticingly against the clinging fabric.

"Uh.....here....here's your coffee, Annette," I stammered as I held her coffee out towards her. 

"Just put it there, Joseph. And then have a seat," she said nodding to the little end table beside her chair and then to the empty chair opposite her. I set the cup down beside her chair as she had directed and then watched as she settled herself elegantly into the chair. She moved with the grace of powerful jungle cat as she leaned back into the chair and crossed one long sexy leg over the other. My eyes were automatically drawn to the expanse of her soft creamy thighs as her legs moved one over the other. The slit in her skirt was on her top leg and the slit pointed enticingly to the wonderful treasures which lay higher beneath the hem of her short skit.

"Joseph, you're staring," she said as she looked at me with a mischievous look and wry smile on her face. "Have a seat." Once again she nodded to the seat opposite her. With my face turning several shades of red, I sat down quickly.

"So Joseph, it's Friday night. You're not out with your wife tonight?" she asked as I watched those beautiful full lips of hers as she sipped at her coffee.

"Uh no. My uh....wife....she uh....she died about four years ago. Cancer."

"I'm sorry to hear that Joseph," she said with a note of genuine sympathy in her voice. After a lengthy silence that almost got awkward, she set her coffee down and zeroed her eyes in on mine. "How old are you, Joseph?" I was wondering how long it would take her to get around to asking me that.

"I'm uh.......I'm 58." I figured after this, she would finish her coffee quickly and get up and leave. Although I was 58, I was in okay shape. Nobody would mistake me for being in my 40's or anything, but I still looked dignified and you could tell I took care of myself.

"58, eh. Good, I like experience. I'm 26 myself." Wow! I thought to myself. This gorgeous 26-year old that I'd worshipped and fantasized about for the past year wasn't leaving!

"And with your wife gone, you live alone, I assume?"

"Yes.....yes I do."

"That's good." I'm not sure what she meant by that but my eyes were drawn hypnotically to her gorgeous legs as she uncrossed them. I quickly looked towards the dark triangle between her sumptuous thighs and then she slowly, purposefully re-crossed them; my gaze now falling upon the creamy expanse of the outside of her thighs once again. She looked around to make sure no one was within hearing distance and then looked back at me intently. "Joseph, I'm going to ask you a few questions and I want you to answer me honestly, alright?"

"Uh, sure."

"No, not just 'sure'. I mean 100% honestly. If you don't want me to get up and walk out of here right now, your answers have to be totally truthful." She fixed me with a laser-like gaze. "Do you understand me?" 

"Yes....yes I do."

"Good." She sat back in her chair and took another sip of her coffee before continuing. "You can still get it up, right?"

For a second I was shocked by her outright question but composed myself and remembered her request to answer her with total honesty.

"Yes, yes I can."

"Good. And how big is your cock?"

"It's about 8" long." Although I was only about 5'-7" tall, I knew from way back in my locker-room days that I had a bigger cock than most guys.

"Really! That's better than I had expected." She paused as she let the intent of her line of questioning settle over me. "How often do you jerk off?"

Wow! I hadn't expected a line of questioning like this! Once again, I knew if I lied, she'd be able to see right through me. "At least twice a day. Usually more on weekends." I could feel myself turning red again as her stare seemed to burrow into my very soul.

"No need to be embarrassed Joseph; that's excellent! And when you jerk off, what do you use for stimulation?"

"I....uh....I usually read adult stories on the internet or watch porn videos."

"Is there a certain type of story or video that you like more than others?" She gave me a look that seemed to let me know that she already sensed my answer before I even had a chance to say it. I felt the color rising in my face again and this time I couldn't look her directly in the eye as I replied.

"Ummmmm.....ones with dominant women." There, I'd said it. At least she couldn't say I hadn't answered her honestly as she'd instructed.

"Good. That's what I figured. Look at me Joseph." I looked up into her eyes and wondered if I would find her disgusted with me. Instead, I found a knowing, understanding look. She uncrossed her legs and sat forward. My eyes darted down once again to try and see past the hem of her skirt to the hidden mysteries lying beneath. My cock surged in my pants once again.

"Joseph, do you like to perform oral sex?" she asked as she let her legs drift a few inches apart. My eyes flicked down again and as her legs rolled further to the sides, I caught just a glimpse of white panties at the juncture of her thighs. I forced my eyes back up to hers as she waited patiently for my answer.

"Yes, yes I do." She sat back in the chair again but left her legs parted. My eyes were drawn magnetically back down to that tantalizing display as she grinned devilishly at my apparent discomfort under her playful interrogation.

"So if I decided to see how good you are with your mouth, would you be willing to do that to me for a long time?" Oh my God! I couldn't believe what this beautiful amazon goddess was saying! As she said this, she let her legs fall even further to the sides and I now had a clear view right up past her high leather boots all the way up to her white silky panties. They hugged her warm womanly sex snuggly and I could see the outline of a damp stain on her panties. Obviously her line of questioning was having an effect on more than just me!

"I.....I.....yes.....I'd love to do that!" I almost stammered as I blurted out my reply. "I'd do it for as long as you want me to." I looked up at her with an almost pleading look in my eyes. This was what I had always dreamed of; a gorgeous tall powerful women ordering me about and commanding me to pleasure her. I had pumped out many loads reading stories and watching videos with women like this. When I first saw Annette as a member of the cheerleading team, she had become my number one fantasy with me picturing her and me in numerous situations and scenarios with her requiring me to service her time and time again. I couldn't believe my good fortune! I was so glad I had gotten up the nerve to speak to her or this opportunity would have been gone forever!

"Well Joseph," she said as she crossed her legs again. I looked like a hurt little puppy as she took the view of my desired treasure away from me. "I think we might be able to help each other out here. I was supposed to have a date tonight and was looking forward to a good hard fucking. But unfortunately, something came up and my friend had to cancel." She paused as she looked at me with a sultry look. "I still feel like I want to cum a few times tonight, but I think now I want it to be with someone using their mouth on me. And so, if you do a good enough job, I just might let you cum too. Is that okay with you?" She gave me a smolderingly sensual look which made my cock get even harder in my pants. 

"Yes....yes. Please Annette," I answered eagerly. 

"Annette? Now that we have an understanding Joseph, you don't get to call me Annette when we're together. You will refer to me as "Miss" from now on. Do you understand?"

"Uh....yes Annette....I mean......yes Miss." I replied sheepishly.

"That's better. That's my boy." She stood up and from my position seated in front of her, she simply towered over me. Her mammoth chest projected menacingly above me as I looked past those heaving orbs to see her gazing down at me. She reached forward with one blood-red fingernail and drew it teasingly around my lips. "Let's go boy, it's time to get started." She drew her tantalizing fingertip back from my lips, slipped on her jacket and slung her purse over her shoulder as I rose from my chair obediently. 

It seemed kind of funny that I was more than 40 years older than her and she was calling me "boy". I didn't care; at this point I was more than willing to do anything she wanted me to. Besides, I kind of liked her calling me that. I followed her out of the store like a little puppy following its master as she made her way across the parking lot to a nifty little sports car. She turned to me as she slid her key into the door lock.

"Where's your car Joseph?"

"It's just right over there," a said as I pointed to my modest sedan about four or five cars away. 

"Do you see that apartment building over there?" She pointed to a high-rise building a short distance away. It was a new building that I knew housed some nice apartment-type condos. 

"That's where I live. Follow me over and go right into the parking garage and park beside my car."

"Yes Miss," I replied instantly.

"That's my boy." She was obviously pleased at my use of the word "Miss". "Let's go. I want to see if that tongue of yours is good for anything besides talking." I watched her gorgeous legs part as she slid herself into the driver's seat of her car. Her thighs parted deliciously as she drew her trailing leg inside and closed the door. I hurried to my car and she waited for me to pull out behind her before she accelerated and headed towards her apartment.

My God!....I thought to myself. I couldn't believe my luck! My cock was like an iron bar in my pants as I thought about what this evening might entail. Now I knew why she didn't want me to order a decaf coffee! She wanted me wide awake to service her for as long as she wished; and I was only too happy to comply.

It only took us a few minutes to arrive at her building and I followed her into the parking garage and pulled my car into the vacant spot next to hers. She got out of her car and started walking towards the elevator without saying a word. I quickly locked my car and trotted after her. She pressed the button for the elevator and as we waited for it to arrive, I spoke.

"So how long have you lived here?"

"Did I give you permission to speak?" she said sternly.

"Uh...well....no," I answered with a look of confusion on my face.

"Look boy," she said as she moved closer to me. Her massive tall body loomed over me and as she looked down at me with a serious look on her face, I felt like slinking away and crawling into a hole. "You will speak only when spoken to, do you understand?" 

"Yes....yes Miss."

"Good. If you have anything important to ask, put up your hand. I'm not in the mood for idle chit chat."

"Yes Miss. Sorry Miss." The elevator arrived and I followed her in and stood quietly at her side as it rose to one of the higher floors. We arrived at her floor and she strode confidently down the corridor and opened the door to her apartment. She entered and waited for me to walk past before closing and locking the door. She had turned on a small light in the entrance foyer and I could see that it was a nicely decorated modern apartment with a nice warm feel. The colors and tones gave it a comforting yet sharp appearance. She took off her jacket and threw it over a small chair near the entrance and set her purse on a small side table in the entranceway.

"This way," she said as she breezed past me and crooked her finger for me to follow. She turned on a few lights as we made our way through the spacious apartment until we arrived at her bedroom. I stood at the door and looked as she made her way across the room. There were floor to ceiling windows the full length of one wall giving a beautiful view of our majestic city. She pressed a button on a remote and I heard the soft hum of a motor as a series of blinds closed slowly. A light on the bedside table gave a soft glow to the whole room. The huge kingsize bed was nicely appointed with warm rich colors. The whole place had the feeling of a welcoming spa. She put down the remote and turned towards me as she stood beside the bed with her hands on her hips with her feet about shoulder width apart. Fuck....she looked amazing!




Dominant Cheerleader Ch. 01



"Come here, boy," she commanded. As if in a trance, I found myself moving across the room towards her, never taking my eyes off her gorgeous frame. Her huge knockers seemed to beckon me as I let my eyes feast on the beautiful display of those full heavy breasts before me. As she loomed over me in her high-heeled boots, those luscious mounds were right in front of my face; mere inches away from my watering mouth.

"You like those tits, eh Joseph?" she asked with a teasing smile. 

"Yes Miss. They're beautiful." I said with a gulp as I looked at those heaving swells.

"Would you like to see them?"

"Oh yes Miss. Please Miss?" I answered in a pleading voice. 

"Tell you what Joseph. Every time you make me cum, I'll undo another button on my sweater. And then maybe once this sweater comes right off, I might think about letting you cum, okay?" I looked at the number of small buttons remaining and counted nine more; the top three were already open.

"Yes Miss. Whatever you say Miss." I was willing to do anything to have a chance to see those magnificent breasts of hers.

"Yes, that's right. Whatever I say........Here's one button for free to get you started." She reached up and plucked open the next button which showed a little more of the upper swells of those stupendous breasts. Only eight more to go. "Now get your clothes off." I didn't hesitate and pulled the shirt tails out of my pants and quickly peeled off my shirt and pants and threw them to the side. I kicked off my shoes and socks and stood before her with my cock rock-hard and pushing against the front of my white fitted boxers. 

"Not bad," she said as she slowly walked all the way around me, looking me up and down. Her big amazon-like body seemed to dwarf my own and I felt small and insignificant under her inspection. "Now get down on your knees, Joseph." I immediately dropped to my knees and remained silent as she moved between me and the bed. She still had on those sexy thigh-high boots and I could almost smell the warm leather smell of them as she stood before me. My face was level with the hem of her little black skirt and my eyes zeroed in on that teasing slit over one thigh. The smooth creamy skin of her toned thighs looked deliciously enticing as it stood out in bold contrast to the black of her skirt and boots. She sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned slightly back as she supported herself on her straightened arms behind her. 

"Okay boy, crawl over here," she commanded. As I started to crawl forwards, she let her legs roll apart wantonly. As the gap between her thighs started to widen, her little skirt rose higher on her hips and I was treated to a view of the soaking wet front panel of her white silk panties. As I moved further forwards, I inhaled deeply; her warm musky scent invading my senses.

"You like that smell, don't you Joseph?" she asked as she had been watching as my sensitive nostrils had flared as I inhaled her strong womanly aroma.

"Oh yes Miss." I was positioned now far up between her spread thighs and her little skirt had ridden well up to expose her smoldering panty-covered pussy. That wet silky material was all that was coming between her steaming cunt and my waiting mouth.

"Lick me through my panties first; then I'll decide if I'll let you have the real thing," she said teasingly. I reached up with my hands to place on the insides of her supple white thighs and just as I was about to touch her, she stopped me. "Uh uh," I hesitated and looked up at her expectantly. "Just your mouth right now Joseph. I haven't decided if I'll let you touch me with anything else just yet." I'm pretty sure she was referring to my cock as well as my hands so I left them in my lap as I brought my face forwards. Her strong musky scent was intoxicating as I breathed deep and it only fueled my ardor even more. My cock seemed to get even harder in my shorts as I extended my tongue. I pressed it against her damp panties at the base of her slit and licked upwards along the full length of her hot wet trench. 

"Oh yeah.....you've got it," she said encouragingly as I licked at the sodden silky material. I could taste her sweet nectar as I licked and sucked at the moist fabric. As her womanly taste invaded my senses it spurred me on to lick more enthusiastically. Soon the whole front of her panties was shining with a coating of my saliva as I licked and pressed my tongue against her hidden snatch.

"Well Joseph, you seem quite eager." I flicked my eyes up past her heaving breasts to see her looking down at me with lust-filled eyes. "I like that in my men. Let's see how you do with the real thing. Take my panties off." As she lifted her hips slightly, I slid my hands beneath the hem of her short skirt until I encountered the waistband of her silk panties. I peeled them over her widespread hips and down her legs. I carefully slid them over her thigh-high boots and eased them down until I pulled them right off. 

"Give them here," she said as she sat up slightly. I passed her the panties and she turned them inside out and held them out towards me. "Suck on those boy." She pressed the panties against my face and I almost swooned as the musky aroma invaded my senses. I sucked and chewed at the wet fabric as I savored her strong womanly flavor. 

"That's my boy. You can keep those as a souvenir. You can suck on those more later. Right now, I want your mouth someplace better," she said as she released her hold on her panties and leaned back once again. I knew where that someplace better was and removed her panties from my mouth and set them to the side. As I turned back towards her, she let her legs drift even further apart. Holy fuck! She had the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen! She was totally clean shaven and had long pouting pussy-lips that seemed swollen with need. Her whole crotch was shining with her sweet juices. I followed the long line of those moist pink labia upwards until I encountered her large dark pink clitoris. It was so big as it poked out from the folds of flesh surrounding it that it looked like a little cock, erect and begging for attention.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned with pleasure just from the sight of her beautiful exposed womanhood laid out before me. If I was on death row and had a request for my final meal, it would definitely by Miss Annette's pussy.

"Okay, get to work Joseph. I'll let you know when I've had enough," she said firmly. With my eyes glued to her steaming box, I slid my tongue forwards and pressed the flat of it against those wet pouting lips. I licked up the full length of her fleshy labia as I tasted the tart warmth of her delicious secretions. As I got my first direct taste of her succulent juices, I instinctively craved more. I slipped my tongue between the damp pink folds and probed deeper into her hot little box. 

"Oh fuck.....yeah....that's it," she said encouragingly as I swirled my tongue deep within her molten trench. As I bathed the sensitive membranes lining the walls of her vagina, I felt a wave of her discharge flow onto my tongue. I quickly drew it back into my mouth and let the savory flavor coat my taste-buds. I swallowed eagerly and plunged my tongue back deep into her in search of more. 

"That's good.....nice and deep," she said as she started to give off a series of low guttural growls. She rolled her hips up against me as I pressed my face flush against her fleshy labia as I buried my tongue as deep into her as I could. I think we had both been turned on by the events leading up to this moment as I could hear her starting to pant breathlessly as I kept my tongue busy deep within her.

"Oh fuck! I need to cum already. Get that tongue on my clit," she commanded. I eased my tongue from between the clutching walls of her tight sheath and slid it upwards. As I encountered the swollen spire of her erect clit, I pressed the flat of tongue against it and bathed it with my saliva. "Oh yeah.....that's good." I flicked my eyes up past her heaving chest and saw her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back in pleasure. I moved forwards and drew that fiery little nubbin between my lips and started to suck on it.

"Oh God....yes!" she hissed as I sucked and licked tantalizingly at her sensitive clit. "Oh fuck.....just a little more.....just a little......OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!" She let out a long deep groan as her orgasm hit her. Her legs were quivering and shaking on either side of me as I kept sucking and licking at her throbbing young cunt. With my lips wrapped around her pulsing clit, I felt a wave of her juices wash over my chin. As she convulsed and shook through a toe-curling release, I felt my cock surge against the front of my shorts. I don't think I had ever been this hard in my life....and my cock hadn't even been touched yet!

She kept spasming and bucking her hips up against me for about a full minute as waves of ecstasy shook her from head to toe. As her climax finally started to slow down, I released her throbbing clit from between my lips and quickly slipped my tongue to the base of her slit and licked up her silky discharge.

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned out loud as I nursed softly at her sensitive labia as I sucked and licked up her tasty juices.

"Oh fuck. You are good," she said as she looked down at me softly licking at her exposed womanhood. She sat forward and I sat back on my heels and looked up at her. She lifted her hand past the huge mounds of her tremendous breasts and plucked open the next button on her sweater. "There's number one," she said as she let her hand fall back to her side. I looked up at the exposed creamy flesh at the opening of her sweater. I could see almost the full swells of the top portion of those massive tits as they strained at the tightly stretched fabric of her white sweater. A dark line at the top of her deep cleavage was now clearly visible. I was aching to see the rest of that magnificent chest and knew I would do whatever it took to have the chance to even just gaze upon it.

"Only seven more to go," she said teasingly. "Are you ready to get back to work?" She leaned back on her arms with her beautiful sweet pussy laid out on full display in front of me. With her huge tits tightly encased in that clinging white sweater, her little black slit skirt and thigh-high black leather boots, she was an absolute dream. I couldn't believe she had chosen me as her little plaything tonight.

"Yes Miss, whatever you'd like Miss," I said compliantly. I wondered what she had in store for me next. I was only too eager to find out...



Dominant Darien Ch. 01



I held my breath and tried to smother my terrible nerves. Darien, a girl I had befriended from my first period English class, had called my phone and asked me to come over to her place. From the tone of her voice I could tell she had been crying. I had told my parents I was going to her house to work on homework, and the excuse was bought without a second thought.

Standing in the dark hallway, I finally gathered my courage, even though butterflies were still fluttering inside my stomach. After letting go of a long breath, I gave a few short raps on the door. I waited, but there was no response.

"Come in," said Darien. Her beautiful voice was still tinged with sadness. Trying to make as little noise as possible, I opened the door and entered the bedroom. I walked slowly across the soft pink carpet and reached her bedside.

All she had for light was a solitary lamp on her nightstand, but even in the half-light I marveled at her appearance. Darien was never particularly beautiful; when she was younger, I actually thought she was a little ugly. However, she'd become much prettier as she grew older, and now such bad thoughts about her appearance never crossed my mind.

Darien had thick legs and fleshy white skin. She wasn't fat, although she did pack one or two extra pounds on her belly. Her straight brown hair came only to the very top of her shoulders. She wore a very short pair of blue jean shorts, a slightly too-tight shirt, and her feet were bare.

"Thank you for coming," she said, beckoning me to sit beside her on the bed. "I'm in such a terrible mood."

"What happened?" I asked her.

Darien was quite for a moment, as if trying to figure out how to say her answer. She finally 

gave up and just blurted it out. "Ryan and I broke up." She started to cry at the mention of her former boyfriend's name.

I couldn't believe it. Darien and Ryan had dated for two years; I never dreamed in a million years that they would ever separate. "Why, Darien?" I asked.

Darien pounded her fist into the mattress. "That's the stupidest part about it!" she said. "He said that he didn't like 'planning my life' around me, so we broke up. Apparently, he thought I was too 'demanding.'"

I caught my breath at this statement. If there was one thing that actually attracted me to Darien, that was it....

See, Darien, in my terms, is a Dominant Woman. After all the time I knew her, one thing was crystal clear: she expects her men to obey her orders and submit themselves to her. As I sat there, I remembered my interactions with Darien and Ryan when they were still a couple. Whenever they were standing together talking, it was Darien who would grab Ryan's hand and start walking—not the other way around. It was Darien who told Ryan when to come over to her place, and it was Darien who would sometimes even chew Ryan out in front of people if he disobeyed her.

I loved this part of Darien. I found the idea of a dominant woman two inches taller ordering me around and telling me what to do as, well, extremely sexy. The problem was, I have this thing about women...you see, I'm not exactly outgoing when it comes to the female species. I always thought, "Oh well, Darien's dating Ryan, and I know they're even having sex together. There's nothing I can do about it." However, I never thought the tables would ever turn.

At this point, my mind was still a ways away from Darien's sexual attributes. I tried to consolidate the poor girl. "Gosh, I never would dream of that. You're not very demanding at all, are you?"

Darien sniffed. "I just expect man to know his place and love his woman, that's all." She stared at the floor between her legs; I wished those darn shorts were a few inches thinner.

After a brief silence, I said "That's the problem. Not many men know their place." I was hoping Darien would pick up on the hint, but instead the conversation took a direction I hadn't intended.

"What, in your opinion, is a man's place?"

I thought about her question for a few moments before answering. I wasn't trying to win her heart, or anything like that. I just didn't want this interesting and potentially revealing conversation to end. "Well," I said. "That depends on the man. For me, it is beside or behind his woman, helping her through life and completing whatever she asks."

"Well, you're unlike most men." She crossed her shapely legs and pressed her feet together. I noticed that she'd painted her toes black, as with her fingernails. She also crossed her arms as well. "I wish Ryan lived by your definition," she said with a smile. "Why 'behind' a woman, might I ask?"

"Well, most women nowadays are very..." I struggled to find the right word. I didn't want to be too forthright. I finally decided just to go all-out and see what she'd think "...capable. Yes, that's it. They can take a man's spot in a relationship and be the leader and order-giver. In fact, most of them do a much better job than an average man would, in many cases."

Darien smiled again, but I thought I could see a flash of mischief in her eyes—but then again, maybe it was just my imagination. "Demonstrate."

It wasn't a request—her tone of voice made it clear that it was an order. Inside, I moaned, and the command went straight to my groin. "Well, uh, take your strength, for instance." I laid myself out on the bed, chest down, and sat my arm upright. "I bet you can beat me at arm wrestling. Although I look strong, I am weaker than many men."

Darien giggled. "Oh, I'll just embarrass myself," she said. But in reality, I could see her satisfaction at my request reflected in her eyes. "Oh well, if you insist...." She rolled onto her belly and put her hand inside mine. I tingled at the touch. "On three," she said.

I could tell that Darien was a lot stronger than me by the way she instantly pushed my hand back three inches. Then she stopped, allowing me to bring our arms even with each other, but then she started pushing me back down again.

She was toying with me! She was letting me think that I was stronger than her, and then she'd bring our arms level. In the end, though, I had no doubt who would win the contest.

Despite my love of female dominance, I still felt ashamed when Darien sunk my hand into the mattress. She held it there for a moment, refusing to let me go. Our eyes gazed straight at each other.

"You were right," she said. "Some women are very...capable."

I only nodded and squirmed under her iron grip. Darien smiled another of those mischievous grins and grabbed my other hand. Before I knew it, she'd climbed on top of me. She secured my legs with hers and looked down at me from her victorious and, dare I say, dominant position. "Ryan may have ditched me," she said solemnly. "But I think I may have just found his replacement."



Dominant Darien Ch. 02



Darien leaned down and planted her soft, juicy lips on mine. I savored the sweet taste of he her mouth for a moment before I noticed her tongue inside mine. She was French kissing me!

This was all new territory for me. I had never kissed a girl, let alone let one run her tongue all over the inside of my mouth. It was all too sweet, too real....

Darien pulled her tongue out of my mouth and leaned up, staring down at me with a grin. "Well?" she asked.

I had no clue what to say. All of my dreams coming true in one moment sort of took all my breath away. "Darien, I—"

Darien slapped me across the cheek—hard! I had no idea any woman could hit so quick or so fiercely. Even though I felt a lot of pain, I did feel some blood rush strait to my manhood. She was turning me on!

"You'll address me as 'Mistress Darien' or just 'Mistress" from now on, understood?"

I nodded. "Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Good. Now, my new slave, I'm going to put you through some tests. Although you are now a pussy-whipped little man-bitch, I still expect my men to be tough...it's a privilege to be Mistress Darien's slave. If you're good and you pass all your tests, I'll reward you with a little treat. Do you got all of that?"

I nodded, too weak to do anything else besides stare at my new mistress's nice fleshy thighs. She must have noticed, because she grinned and then slapped me again. "Don't let your eyes wander!" she yelled. I recoiled from the pain and closed my eyes. "That's better," I heard her say.

Next I felt Darien's hands at my waist—for a brief moment I dreamed that she was heading for my zipper—but then I felt my shirt fly off my body. Darien put a finger to her lip and thought for a moment. "You're a little fat," she said, as if she were examining an animal at the zoo. "But with a little work I think you'll do." Darien slapped me on the belly and gripped my excess fat. "You need to hit the gym!" she yelled. "Mistress can look however she wants, and you'll serve her however she looks, but little man-bitch needs to stay fit. Understand?"

I nodded.

Darien smiled, leaned down, and kissed me again. She kept her tongue in my mouth for quite some time, rolling it over mine. I savored every moment of it, especially when she would push her tongue to the back of my mouth. When she was done, she pulled away and smacked her lips. "You'll be a good little man-bitch of you keep this up," she said.

Next, Darien pulled down my zipper and ordered me to stand beside her bed. She pulled off my pants, giggling when she saw my not-so-hairy legs. "We'll have to take care of what little hair you have, man-bitch. My, no wonder you've never been laid. You could almost pass as a woman!" Darien laughed and slapped me on the butt. I enjoyed the feeling—a sexy, dominant woman making me her little whore—until I felt my penis start to swell with blood. I tried to dispel that last thought, tried to think of neutral things, like landscapes and scenery—but I could not stop. I saw Darien move around front and stare at the emerging bulge in my Fruit of the Looms.

Darien giggled: a cute, high-pitched feminine sort of thing. Then she opened a drawer in her night stand, pulled out a pair of scissors, and began cutting off my underwear!

"Now that you're mine," she said, "You'll either wear the panties that I order you to wear, or you'll have no underwear at all," she said. I felt the last scrap fall off, and then looked down. Sure enough, my penis—all six and a half inches—was sticking up at its usual forty-five degree angle, the bare head pulsing with a bright fleshy red.

Darien giggled again. She looked me in my eyes until I lowered my gaze, as I knew a submissive slave should. She reached down and gripped my penis, rubbing her soft, silky hands over it. She slowly worked her way to the head, which she gave extra attention. "I just love circumcised men," she said. "It's a sign of submission, I sign that men can and should be subject to what their mother—and every other woman in society—desires. If you weren't circumcised, I'd have to perform the operation on you myself. I know how to do it."

I wanted to sigh in relief, but I dared not. Although I completely trusted Darien—after all, I had just become her slave—the idea of someone who wasn't a medical professional performing a circumcision scared me. I felt glad I was the first male in my family to get circumcised...at my very-assertive mother's insistence, of course.

Darien rubbed her hands on my legs, up my calves, and eventually ended by fondling my penis. She fingered my legs and penis, brushing the scratchy hair. "Hmmm, we'll have to fix this," she said. "I can't let my little-man bitch have any hair. Only real men have hair, and since you're now pussy-whipped, it must all come off."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, mistress," I said. My heart fluttered after my comment. I didn't know if Darien would slap me for speaking out of line, or appreciate the compliment.

Darien looked up and gazed deeply into my eyes for a moment. By the look on her face and the way her tongue ran in and out of her lips, I could tell that my comment had aroused her—just as it had aroused me, too. Finally she said, "Oh, I can't wait any longer. You can shave after we're done."

Next thing I knew, Darien slammed me into the bed, climbed on top of me and wrapped her legs around mine. I knew what was coming, so I tried to help her get her clothes off as much as I could. I ripped off her bra—revealing a luscious set of silky-white boobs—and she was able to get her shorts and panties off by herself. Her couple extra pounds formed a tiny belly—it turned me on, knowing that I had to "hit the gym," whiles Mistress could look however she pleases. In less than half a minute, my dream of a naked Darien in top of me, ready to take my virginity, had come true.

I had never had such an intense experience in my life, until this first time of making love to my mistress. Darien kissed me so passionately, I felt sure I was in heaven. She would kiss me up and down my neck, always ending with a smack on the mouth. After a few minutes of pure making-out, I felt Darien push my head down towards her pussy.

I knew what she wanted me to do, but it scared me to do it. Although I felt that I loved Darien, pussy-licking still seemed a little gross to me. I decided that maybe my fears were because this was my first time making love, so I threw caution to the wind and embraced my new role with gusto.

My pre-conceived ideas vanished at the first lick. She tasted wonderful, just as a dominant woman should. As I explored this new, delicious territory, Darien started to moan with the rhythm of my licks. I mixed it up, alternating between fast and slow, deep and shallow. I gave extra attention to her clit. Soon, I could feel Darien's whole body shake, and her moans become louder.

"Harder, faster!" she screamed, just before coming all over me.

Her coming was like a revelation for me. I instantly realized my true place in life, as I laid there sucking on Darien's pussy. Although I knew I was Darien's slave for this brief interval, I had never thought about...well, living my whole life this way. At first, it had seemed scary to be living the rest of my days taking orders from a woman, obeying her every command, and literally being her man-bitch. Now, I had no doubts: I wanted to be her slave for the rest of my life.

Darien's shakes grew smaller and smaller, and gradually her breathing leveled off. I just lay there, staring at her dripping pussy and thinking about the times ahead. Then, I saw Darien sit up and stare down at me, her hands on her hips. She had a mischievous grin on her face, a grin that I had now associated with trouble for me.

"Good job, slave," she said. "For a first-timer, you served Mistress very well. You will be rewarded later for your services."

I bowed my head. "Thank you, Mistress."

Darien threw back her head and laughed. "Oh, don't thank me yet," she said. "I am about to start breaking you in as my slave. It will be a tough journey, but your reward shall be worth it." Darien giggled again, reached down, and fondled my penis. Once my erection was complete, she yanked on me and started leading me into the bathroom. "First, let's get rid of all that hair."



Dominant Darien Ch. 03



Still holding me by my enlarged penis, Darien led me to her bedroom door. She stopped, turned around, and placed her hands on her hips. Then she began to speak.

"Until I get you a collar and leash, I'll have to lead you by your penis. I expect you to remain silent, keep your hands by your sides, and otherwise remain unobtrusive. Do you understand?"

I couldn't speak for a moment. The sight of my mistress standing in front of me, with her silky white skin, plush red lips, big breasts, and her stern expression all combined to put me into a daze.

Darien slapped me, awaking me from my dream. "Pay attention!" she yelled. "Do you understand?"

I lowered my gaze, as I knew a proper slave should. Before I lost myself in staring at Darien's feet, I replied, "Yes, Mistress Darien."

"Good," I heard her say. Then I felt a sharp tug on my penis, and we were walking out the door and down the hallway.

Instantly, my first thoughts were of Darien's parents. They had no idea I was here, and if they saw their naked daughter leading a naked man (well, since I was now pussy-whipped, I guess you could say a naked man-bitch) down the hallway would definitely not go over well. However, I knew better than to speak when my mistress ordered me not to. I trusted myself, gave myself up to my new mistress, and remained quiet. As we walked, I admired Darien's nice, round butt, and the way it jiggled whenever she took a step. I almost ran in to her when she suddenly stopped at the end of the hallway.

Darien turned around and kissed me on the mouth. Startled, I at first recoiled, but that was only for a moment. Then I began to go along with her. Darien pushed me up against the wall, he hands on my wrist—I still loved it how she was so much stronger than me—and kept making out for a few more minutes. Finally, she quit.

"You're going to be tested, my little man-bitch," said Darien, licking her lips. "When we're done, I'll know if you're truly worthy of serving Mistress Darien. If you are not, then I will take you to a friend of mine, and you don't want to know what my friend will do to you." I stood there with a dumb expression on my face, trying to think of what her friend could possibly do to me. When she could see I wasn't getting it, Darien smiled and leaned towards me, pressing her warm lips against my ear. "Castration," she whispered. 

I instantly felt weak, and I began to slide down the wall; Darien did nothing to stop me. I sat with my butt on the cold hardwood, staring up in defeat at the beautiful, dominant woman of my dreams. I felt confused. The masculine part of me was telling me that castration was bad and that I should be doing everything I could to get myself out of this situation. Yet, my male-submissive instincts were telling me that I should obey my mistress. With a beautiful, sexy woman glaring down at me, you can guess which side won.

Darien leaned back. "She's teaching me the procedure. I've already learned circumcision from her, as you know. After castration, I want to learn how to do a vasectomy. Then, I can make all my little man- bitches sterile. Wouldn't that be nice?"

I will still shocked about her threatening to castrate me, but I still had the senses to respond. "Yes, Mistress," I said. "I would love to become sterile."

Darien smiled. "I say, it should be a requirement for all men. But that's another topic for another day. Now, get up and go through the door."

I picked myself off the floor, stood up, and obeyed my mistress. Darien closed the door behind us as soon as we entered, and I shuddered when I heard the lock click shut.

The room was surprisingly bare, although it did have a fluffy pink carpet. There were several cabinets and two closets, and a bed at the far end. I noticed the bed didn't have any sheets.

"This used to be my brother's room," Darien said, moving in front of me. "Mom forced him to have the pink carpet. She humiliated him in lots of ways, much to my amusement."

"Where is your brother now, Mistress Darien?" I asked.

Darien laughed. "He's in the service of my beautiful sister. She's a lawyer in the city, and he cleans house and is pretty much her little man-bitch. He even took her last name when they married."

My heart began to pound, both from fear and from excitement. Obviously, Darien was from a very female-dominant family. If her and I stayed together....Well, I could wind up living the life of my dreams. Yet, that kind of life still scared me a little.

Darien continued speaking. "Now that my brother's gone, Mom and I use this as our little torture chamber. Believe me, Ryan was very familiar with this room. It's one of the reasons he finally left me, the rotten bastard."

"I would never leave you, Mistress," I said.

Darien smiled and kissed me. "I know. That's why I've had my eye on you for so long." Darien began to dig around in a cabinet, and soon she found a sheet, which she laid on the floor. Next, she grabbed an electric razor, laid a cushion down on the sheet, sat on the cushion, and ordered me to lie across her lap. "We need to get rid of all that hair on your legs and butt," she said, as I lay down like she commanded me. "I never allow any of my slaves to have hair. Only real men can have it, and you don't qualify for that anymore."

When I first lay down on Darien's lap, my penis was flaccid and was in the downward position. As she began to speak to me, however, and tell me how much of a pussy-whipped little bitch I was, my member began to try to rise—which it couldn't do, of course, since it was pressed against Darien's legs.

I couldn't take the pain forever. Finally, I said, "Mistress, my—"

Darien cut me off. "What, your sorry little penis? Well, you'll have to learn how to control that thing. After all, I rarely let my slaves ejaculate, since that is something I let you do only if you've been really good. Also, I hate it when my slaves embarrass me when I invite my girlfriends over and they get erections. My girlfriends and I compete amongst us to see who has the most well-trained slave, and when I had Ryan, he would always crack a boner when they came over. Naturally, I would punish him, as I'm sure I'll have to punish you, and he seemed to think it was unfair—so he left. Do you think I was unfair?"

"No, Mistress," I said, grimacing against the pain of my penis trying to rise, but being blocked by Darien's legs. "You are the one in charge, and had every right to punish him...like you can to me."

Darien smiled. "That's the answer I was looking for. Well, after that positive reply, let's adjust your little Willie, shall we?" Darien reached down and put her hand underneath my chest and pushed me up—God, she was strong! Instantly, my penis flapped itself against my belly with a big smack. Then, Darien grabbed me by the shoulders and rolled me over on her lap, so she could shave the hair on my shins and around my penis.

Darien continued to speak as she shaved me. I resolved that it was in my best interest to remain silent and listen. After all, I did not want to be punished for speaking out of line.

Darien reached down and fingered my penis while she shaved me. "It's funny, how men have ran the world for so long, when in reality men are the weaker sex," Darien said, squeezing my balls tightly; I couldn't help but squirm, and the whole sensation only intensified my experience. 

Darien laughed. "You see? All you have to do is kick a man in the balls or grab a hold of his penis, and he's powerless to stop you. Women have no such weaknesses. You men are so easy to control." Darien squeezed my balls harder, and this time she succeeded in getting a grunt out of me.

"You're all mine now. Virtually every man can be controlled this way. It's truly a wonder why women didn't start ruling the world sooner, you know? Well, it's all starting to happen now. The feminist movement is under full swing, and it's only going to get stronger. We'll have men reduced to second-class citizens before you know it. Wouldn't you like that? The emasculation of the male race?" Darien squeezed my balls again.

"Yes, Mistress Darien," I said, reaching my hands down to my scrotum.

Darien slapped me on my wrists. "Ah! Keep your hands at your sides, or else you'll suffer!" She maintained her grip on my balls, slowly increasing the pressure. I laid there and took it, like I knew a proper slave should. "Good little boy." Darien released her hold on my manhood, and I relaxed my body. I hadn't realized that I was so tensed from dealing with the pain. "That's it, relax. Trust yourself to my care. Mistress Darien never mistreats her slaves; she just tests them from time to time."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

It only took a few more minutes for Darien to finish shaving me. She didn't leave a single follicle untouched, except for the hair on my head. My armpits, my genitals, butt, legs, and even my arms were all shaved to perfection. "This way, you are reminded of your true place in life," Darien told me. "Now, reach down and feel my legs," she said. I obeyed, and felt the slightest touch of hair, as is she hadn't shaved her legs for a couple of days. Darien looked me in the eyes and giggled. "Mistress gets a little leeway in how often she shaves. Now, roll over."

I did as my mistress commanded, rolling over so that my head was facing the floor and my newly-shaven butt was poking into the air. This time, I made sure my penis was facing upwards. I heard Darien reaching behind her for something. 

Suddenly, I felt something soft around my wrists, heard the clinking of metal, and found that my hands and wrists were handcuffed to the wall beside me.

Darien laughed. "This part will be the hardest for you. As you grow more accustomed to your new lifestyle, you will be able to do this without restraint. Until then, I will handcuff you." Darien laughed again. "Ryan cried like a baby when I first spanked him."



Dominant Darien Ch. 04



My entire body shook. Spanking? Things were really beginning to take a serious turn. Darien had already wrestled me into submission, forced me to perform oral sex to her, shaved my entire body...and now she was going to spank me. I couldn't decide if I was in heaven or hell.

I could feel Darien sliding her smooth legs underneath mine, so that my butt was perfectly positioned over her knees. "We'll start out with a little over-the-knee hand spanking," said Darien. "Then I'll move on to the better stuff."

"Mistress, I—"

BAM!! Darien's hand slammed into my butt so hard it nearly knocked the wind out of me. "You are not getting out of this!" Darien yelled. "Are you dedicated to your Mistress? Are you willing to suffer pain in order to serve her?" Darien slapped me on my other cheek, and then again on the same cheek. "If so, then you will suffer this pain!"

Darien kept up the spanking, hammering one cheek, then the other, and then alternating between the two. I couldn't believe that one small hand could cause so much pain, but she hit with just the right force and at just the right angle that my bare butt began to burn all over.

At the same time, though, I had the hardest erection of the entire day. Although I am male-submissive on the inside, part of me still had traces of male-dominance. Deep inside of me, there was voice representing most of society saying, "Where's your manhood? Put that woman in her place!" Mistress Darien must have realized this. With each smacking sound of her hand hitting my butt, that voice was being replaced by my own, which said something more along the lines of, "That's a good little boy. Let her use you, let her abuse you. Be good to your mistress." I knew that if I was a true submissive, I would never have felt nervous throughout the day's proceedings. Instead, I would have merely accepted my fate and obeyed my mistress. Now, with my butt on Darien's knees and my hands handcuffed to the wall while being spanked—and actually getting turned on and enjoying the process—I knew that I had finally accepted my permanent role as Darien's submissive.

I must have stayed on Darien's knees for a good fifteen minutes, being spanked into submission. I didn't say anything throughout the whole process. I just focused on the searing pain, focused on overcoming that burning sensation. It wasn't too bad, and I actually enjoyed the tingly sensation I felt after each stroke. After all, I wasn't on the verge of tears or anything—yet.

Finally, Darien stopped. "That is enough for now." She lightly slapped my butt. "How do you feel, slave?"

I wanted to say "wonderful," but I was afraid that if I did she would spank me some more. Instead, I said, "I feel alright."

"You won't feel that way after I'm entirely finished," Darien said. I felt her loosening my handcuffs just a little, enough so she could roll me over and grab me by the ears. She leaned right down into my face. Her lips were in kissing distance—and my, how I wanted to kiss those big, red, juicy lips—but I restrained myself. I was already learning the lessons of a good submissive.

"What is the supreme and dominant sex?" Darien asked.

"Female," I instantly answered.

"Whom do you serve?"

"Mistress Darien."

"What are all men?"

I didn't know exactly what she was looking for in my answer, so I blurted one out really quick. "Inferior," I said.

Darien smiled. "You're learning. Now, brace yourself for what is to come." Darien sat behind my head, with her boobs dangling directly over me. She must have seen me staring up at them, because she smiled mischievously and said, "Don't touch!" I closed my eyes in order to obey my mistress— and then I felt Darien's hand smack me right in the balls.

I hadn't felt true pain that day, up until that moment. Thankfully, Darien didn't hit me again, because that one time was enough to make me scream like a little school boy. The sharp pain was over in moments, but I felt a pulsing throb after Darien's smack.

Yet, throughout all of this, I could only feel my submissiveness growing and growing. Here I was, a strong, healthy boy, being beaten into submission by a beautiful, sexy young girl. What could be wrong with this picture?

"Are you in pain?" Darien asked me, a glint in her eye.

"Yes, Mistress," I croaked, my voice sounding like a rusty knife being sharpened.

"Would you like it to stop?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Darien's scowled and I knew I was in for it. "Do you mean to tell me that you do not enjoy taking pain from your mistress, that you do not wish to absorb my blows in the name of submission?" 

Darien stood up, bent down and uncuffed me. She grabbed me by the wrists and pulled me straight into the air and man-handled—or, should I say, woman-handled—me against the wall. "Place your hands behind your head!" she ordered.

I instantly complied. Now I was standing with my penis rubbing against the wall, and my bare butt facing back towards Darien. I could hear her rummaging through a pile of equipment. Without even realizing it, I turned my head around to look.

Darien had her back to me, and I couldn't see what she was pulling from the box she had in front of her. As I scanned the situation over, my eyes very quickly began to drift down towards Darien's luscious, silky white butt. It was a slightly fat butt, and not perfectly shaped like the fake one's you see on super-models. All I wanted to do was to put my head underneath that butt and crotch, to serve my Mistress and....

Darien turned around. "Hah!" she shouted. "I knew you couldn't resist looking."

I'm sure in for it, I thought to myself. I turned around and faced the wall, hoping that Darien would have mercy on me.

I felt Darien's hands slide onto my shoulder and her warm lips at my ear. "Turn around," she whispered.

I did, and instantly Darien's fleshy lips were on mine, and she French kissed me. "I knew you couldn't resist admiring my butt. You were probably imagining your mouth down there, servicing me, didn't you?" Darien smiled at the shock on my face when I realized she had guessed my every thought. I was truly beginning to wonder just how smart and knowing women are. Surly, if they could control men so easily and know everything we're thinking, then this must be the dominant sex, I thought. 

Darien began rubbing her hands all over my body while she continued to kiss me. I was beginning to wonder if maybe she wasn't mad at me after all. "I bet those thoughts never crossed your mind before I spanked you." Darien put her hand on my shoulders and kissed me one more time. "It's amazing, what a little discipline can do to a man." In a flash, she reached down and gripped my balls and penis, giving them a crushing squeeze and twist. The white-pain sent me crashing to the floor, where I stayed for several minutes holding my nuts, utterly powerless. All this time Darien stood over me, her hands on her hips and her feet by my head, smiling. As the pain began to subside, I felt an overwhelming desire to serve her, to serve my dominant mistress who owned me. I took my hands off my burning nuts and put them on Darien's foot and kissed her big toe. Then I moved down the line and kissed all of her toes, and then the top of her foot. When I was done, I looked up at her with wide eyes.

Darien smiled and patted me on the head. "That's a little better." When the pain fully subsided I began to get up, but Darien pushed me back down with her foot. "Well, what do you have to say?" she asked me.

"I, uh,...." The truth was, I didn't know what to say. I had already showed my gratitude by licking her foot. I couldn't figure out what she wanted.

Darien laughed. "Men are so slow. I'm glad more women are beginning to take control nowadays." 

Darien bent down and slapped me. "You have to ask permission if you want to do anything!,'" she said. "As your mistress, do you think I'm just going to let you do whatever you want? That would be giving you power, and as a pussy-whipped man bitch, you have no power. You have to ask me if you want to use the bathroom, eat a meal, or even scratch your nuts. Understood?"

I nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

Darien smiled. "Good. I'm glad to see that you are learning." She reached down and grasped my hand and pulled me up in one mighty jerk, taking me by surprise. I never ceased to admire how strong she was, compared to my puny, pudgy physique. Then she grabbed my penis (which instantly began to make it start to erect) and led me out into the hallway.

Darien turned around and gave me a good look-over. "Hmm...." she said to herself. "I guess we'll start in the kitchen." Then, she spoke more loudly. "If you are going to be my slave and serve me for all of your life, you're going to have to lose those couple extra pounds you're carrying. Mistress can be a little heavy, but man-bitch can't. That's the way it works, understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

"Tomorrow I will start you on your exercise plan. Today, however...." Darien began to smile. "I shall teach you your domestic duties."

Darien quit speaking and smiled, which I had begun to learn meant that it was okay for me to speak. "Domestic duties, Mistress?" I asked.



Dominant Females



It's a well known fact that Hollywood is run by a bunch of half wits. However occasionally they do get one right and the decision to cast Rose McGowan on "Charmed" was one of those times where it was a perfect call. Having her, Alyssa Milano and Holly Marie Combs onscreen together is as pure a punch of pussy power that you will ever find. Why it's almost enough to make me tune away from my regular Thursday night viewing of "Smackdown."

So anyone who knows me knows that I have had had the lustful eye toward Rose McGowan for a long time now. When she was cast, a story from me was inevitable. I put some thought into it and wondered, what would Alyssa, Holly and Rose's first meeting be like? I think it would go something like this...

But first, it's time for the disclaimer. If you're reading this you must be over the age of 18 because lord knows that people under 18 aren't curious about sex and reading this might turn you into someone who wants to go out and have fun. Seriously, if you're under 18, hit the back bar and go someplace else. Hey I'll bet you can find a copy of "The Turner Diaries" online somewhere and read that with no problem.

Also, this is entirely fictional. While we would all like to imagine these three ladies can turn into lesbian sluts at the drop of a hat, it probably aint true. This is merely my fevered imagination and not reality.

Please please please send me feedback. That's what tells me people are reading my stories and without it I assume that everyone hates my stuff. Just tell me what you thought of it good or bad. Send feedback to me!

Now onto the fun...

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Tom Petty said it best when he mumbled that, "The waiting is the Hardest part..." That was certainly the case here. It wasn't that what was coming couldn't yet be defined as a good or a bad thing. It was all the waiting and the uncertainty that went along with it that was unbearable.

Holly Marie Combs sighed as she continued to look out the window. Perhaps it was the sign of a short attention span, but she hated to wait. Nothing annoyed her more than being stuck not knowing what was going to happen. She didn't like waiting for answers or resolutions. She liked to know right away. The waiting here was killing her, if for no other reason than a lot of her future as an actress depended on it.

"Haven't you ever heard the expression a watched pot never boils?" a female voice spoke behind Holly as her arms encircled her waist from behind. "I think that applies to waiting for people too."

"I can't help it," Holly admitted while surrendering to the softness of Alyssa Milano's embrace. "You know how antsy I can get."

"Well maybe there's something I can do to make you feel better?" Alyssa purred her suggestion into her co-star's ear.

"Mmmmmm you're insatiable," Holly moaned as she felt Alyssa's lips softly kiss her neck, something her friend knew turned her on to no end. "But she's going to be here any second."

"I don't see why you're so nervous," Alyssa stated. "She's just another actress like you and me. She doesn't bite you know."

"Are you sure?" Holly asked with an arched eyebrow as she turned around to be face to face with Alyssa.

"Well maybe not 100% positive, but I'm pretty sure," Alyssa admitted with a smile.

"Oh c'mon Lyssa, you've heard the same stories I have," Holly pointed out. "There's no other way to say it, this girl is weird."

"Hey, I've heard all the stories and yes I'll admit she seems a little off the beaten path, but don't let that bother you," Alyssa said. "With the Queen Bitch gone, this is our show now. If we don't like her or if she comes in with an attitude then we go right to Aaron and she's gone. It's as simple as that. With the money he's paying you and me now he'd better know who he should listen to."

Holly considered the words of her friend but she still wasn't convinced. There had been so many names bandied about after Shannen Doherty had taken her ego out the door and quit "Charmed." Alyssa and she had heard everyone from Jennifer Love Hewitt to the chick that used to be Punky Brewster mentioned. But none of those actresses had gone for the part and instead Aaron Spelling had settled on the ultimate wild card...Rose McGowan.

Holly couldn't even hear her name without thinking of her non-dress at the MTV Awards a few years ago, her strange independent movies and, most of all, her relationship with Marilyn Manson. Even though that was all over, it still hung over everything Rose did. Every article about her mentioned his name and it made Holly a little uncomfortable.

Aaron had thought it would be good for the three of them to get together and get a sense of each other before the contracts were made official. So Alyssa had arranged for a get together at her house for this sunny afternoon and now they waited, quite impatiently, for Rose to arrive.

"Girlfriend, you have got to relax," Alyssa insisted. "You sure I can't do anything to take your mind off this?"

Alyssa then proceeded to undo the button on Holly's jeans and slip her hand inside. Holly gasped and soon her head was filled with the delicious sensations only another woman could make her feel. She could already feel her pussy moistening in her panties and she knew if she didn't stop Alyssa now, before she knew it they'd be naked and in a wicked little 69. So, with great reluctance, Holly removed Alyssa's hands from inside her pants.

"Ohhhhhh you spoilsport," Alyssa playfully chided. "You owe me now, you know."

"I can't wait for you to collect," Holly replied while focusing on a wistful memory. "You know Alyssa I really miss how we used to...you know..."

Holly let her own sentence trail off and it hung in the air for a moment before Alyssa responded.

"I know sweetie," Alyssa said. "I've missed you too. God we had some fun. You still get me so hot. I miss our little slumber parties."

"We were so wild..." Holly remembered as a blush spread across her face. "You'd always make me come so hard."

"You made me wild," Alyssa pointed out before hugging Holly tight again. "That hot little body of yours got me so wet."

Neither woman let her name pass their lips, but Shannen's spirit hung over their memories...adding hurt to what should have been wonderful, sexy remembrances. When the show began three years ago, they had all gotten along so well. Holly felt like Alyssa and Shannen really were her two sisters and they shared everything together. They were together through bad marriages, new loves, idiot boyfriends and all the victories or disappointments life could throw at them. Sleepovers became a constant thing in their lives and they pretty much behaved like a trio of silly teenagers again.

So Holly reasoned that it shouldn't have been much of a shock when they took their relationship a big step forward. The three of them had spent so much time together and gotten so close that sex seemed to be almost a natural extension of their friendship. Holly had never been with a woman so these had been scary new feelings, but she also knew that Shannen and Alyssa had made her feel better than any lover ever had. Soon those slumber parties had devolved into all night threesomes and with all that beautiful, naked girl flesh around it was pure bliss.

Unfortunately, when they became lovers, things had to change and they changed for the worse. Petty jealousies over men and stupid fights seemed to happen more often than not and Holly could see that they clearly drove a wedge between Shannen and Alyssa. Holly had tried to play peacemaker, but often it was to no avail. Shannen just seemed to grow more and more distant from them until the threesomes had turned into twosomes.

The breaking point had been mid season when the three had gotten together to go over some ideas for the future of the show. Holly could see that Alyssa was excited over the prospect of maybe drawing Shannen into the fold again, but it was not to be. Shannen came looking for a fight and boy, did she get it. An attempt at reconciliation between them went very badly and after Alyssa had tried an impetuous kiss on Shannen, she exploded.

"No! Get off of me!!!" Shannen had shouted as she pushed Alyssa off of her.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Alyssa demanded, her face flushed with the anger of rejection.

"I'm not like that anymore!" Shannen insisted.

"Like what! What are you not like?" Alyssa hotly asked while Holly shrank away and let them fight.

"I'm not a dyke!" Shannen declared, her words cutting like knives. "I'm not a pervert like you Alyssa!"

"What did you call me?" Alyssa screamed as she grabbed Shannen's arm forcefully.

"You're a fucking dyke Alyssa!" Shannen growled. "You and Holly can fuck each other silly if you want but leave me out of it!"

Holly gasped in horror as Alyssa reared back and slapped Shannen right across the face. Shannen rubbed her cheek in shock before running out the door and driving away into the night. They had managed to make it through the rest of the season, but for all intensive purposes it was over that night. Shannen was gone from the show and from their lives.

Holly never blamed Alyssa for what had happened. She knew how hurt she had been by Shannen's behavior and Holly had often suspected that Alyssa might even have been in love to some degree with their departed ex-friend.

Since Shannen barely spoke two words to them off-screen for the rest of their tenure, she and Alyssa had gotten even closer. She had seen up front how Shannen's rejection had crushed Alyssa and, even though she masked it under anger, she knew how much she missed her. Alyssa and Holly just hadn't been able to make it as a twosome. They had tried a few times, but it just wasn't the same. The spark Shannen had given them was gone.

However, Shannen was the past and Rose was the future. Holly had to admit she and Alyssa had had a lot of fun speculating who their co-star might be. Names like Denise Richards, Tiffani Thiessen and, especially, Jennifer Love Hewitt had brought about some lovely fantasies and even led to some spirited fucking between the two women. Perhaps a new type of threesome was to come. When Rose had been announced, Alyssa had been intrigued but shared a few of Holly's concerns about how the spirited, never conventional actress would fit in on their set.

Suddenly Alyssa's cell phone rang and she picked it up. It was her agent and Holly quickly went back to staring out the front window.

"No, she's not here Eric," Alyssa informed her agent. "I said I'd call you after she left, didn't I? Geez, take a fucking chill pill or something! She's not a serial killer. She's just an actress. I said I would call you to tell you how it went and that's exactly what I'll do."

Alyssa then ended the call and sighed.

"God damn it, he thinks she's going to come here and rape us or something," she said, shaking her head over her agent's concern. He had been very nervous when he found out Alyssa had invited Rose to her house. He had preferred they all meet in a restaurant or some other public place. Alyssa had reassured him time and time again that they'd be fine.

"Oh like you'd complain if she came over here and raped you," Holly teased. "You wouldn't be putting up much of a fight, believe me."

"Quiet bitch," Alyssa smiled. "And let me tell you something if anyone is going to be doing any raping it's gonna be me. She may think she's Miss Thang cause she likes to show her tits at awards shows, but she's never tangled with me before."

"Yeah you could take her out back for some topless gardening," Holly laughed, remembering Alyssa's recent confession to FHM Magazine.

"Oooooh lil Holly's feisty side is showing," Alyssa grinned. "I like that. I like that a lot."

"Maybe I'm just getting feisty thinking about the three of us upstairs in that bed of yours," Holly suggested. She wasn't a woman who was bold with her sexuality; in fact she was much more of a follower than a leader. But Alyssa had been helping her break out of that shell lately.

"Oh I don't know if she could handle us," Alyssa replied, her thoughts also turning to images of Rose naked in her bed as she and Holly gave her an official welcome to the show.

It wasn't hard for Alyssa to summon that fantasy. The truth be told, she could barely think of anything else. Ever since Rose's name had first made its way through the rumor mill she had taken on the starring role in Alyssa's daily morning masturbation in the shower. But she and Holly had agreed that this was not going to be that type of meeting.

Rose was new to them and they were new to Rose. Jumping into bed with a relative stranger was probably not the wisest move and Alyssa certainly didn't want any repeats of the Shannen Incident. Besides, they had no idea whether Rose ever entertained a sapphic thought in her head much less wanted to fuck them. There was just no reason to rush into things. Still that didn't stop Alyssa's mind from working overtime in the hot fantasy department. Alyssa couldn't help but think of Rose's movie "The Doom Generation." There had been a scene where she got together with two guys and Alyssa imagined that if she like that, maybe she'd get into her and Holly wearing strap ons.

The waiting was suddenly broken when a buzz announced that someone was at Alyssa's gate.

"Hello?" Alyssa said into the speaker.

"It's Rose..." a voice spoke back. Though the speaker didn't provide the clearest possible voice, it gave Alyssa and Holly their first live interaction with a voice that seemed surprisingly soft as if it could draw you in with sugar with the threat of poison always lying in wait.

"Ok, I'll let you in..." Alyssa replied and opened the automatic gate to her driveway. A few moments later a car pulled up and Holly was immediately impressed.

"Whoa..." she said softly.

"What? Is she wearing that MTV dress again?" Alyssa asked.

"Not quite," Holly replied as Alyssa joined her at the window. Together they watched as Rose cruised in behind the wheel of her Jaguar XKR convertible. Alyssa had wanted a car like that for so long and there was Rose driving up in a brand spanking new model. It was even the color she wanted, British Racing Green. Rose exited the car and, even though the convertible's roof was down, there wasn't a hair out of place on her head. She wore a loose, indigo sundress and a pair of sunglasses. She was also the sexiest thing Alyssa had ever seen.

"Whoa is right," Alyssa gasped. They hadn't even been introduced and Alyssa could just see there was something about her. It was apparent that Rose had this confidence and this attitude that made her instantly desirable, even from the outside. There was no better way to say it than to describe her as sex personified.

"Here kitty...kitty...kitty," Alyssa then said softly.

"We better open the door," Holly suggested, ignoring Alyssa's last comment and breaking them both out of their Rose induced trance.

"Riiiiiight," Alyssa replied, walking over to her doors and flinging them open before Rose even had a chance to ring the bell. "Hi Rose!"

"Hi yourself!" Rose smiled as she walked in the house. A purse was slung over her shoulder and Alyssa had trouble stopping herself from imagining how easy it would be to just slide the dress off her body.

"It's good to meet you Rose," Holly said as she wandered in.

"Good to meet you too," Rose replied. None of the three women were quite sure how to greet each other, so they merely engaged in quick little handshakes and left it at that...for now.

The three of them settled into Alyssa's living room with Rose sitting in a soft chair across from the couch where her two soon-to-be-co-stars sat. It was almost like an interrogation as they sat on the couch and tried to get a sense of Rose and what she was all about. But even as they stared at her, Alyssa and Holly also couldn't shake the sense that she was sizing them up too. It felt like Rose wasn't even worried whether or not she would fit in on the show and was instead deciding whether or not they were even worthy about being in her presence.

The awkward silence lasted a few endless moments before Holly finally broke the ice.

"So...Rose, that's some car you've got out there..." Holly said.

"Tell me about it," Rose replied. "Talk about a major splurge. I pretty much blew my whole signing bonus on that thing, but it's worth it. Sometimes a girl just needs have a ride with that much horsepower."

Rose just let that last comment hang in the air, letting them take it however they wanted to. Alyssa was the next to speak.

"Signing bonus?" she inquired, her mind focusing on that part of what Rose had just said.

"Yeah...you know for signing on the show," Rose explained. "I had to drop out of a film in order to get ready for the season so they gave me a nice bonus payment."

"Excuse me, they signed you already?" Alyssa asked, in disbelief. "You mean like officially and everything?"

"Yeah," Rose replied. "Is there a problem or something?"

"Well...no....not really..." Alyssa replied. "I...we...just thought we were going to have final approval or something."

"Well you didn't," Rose simply stated. "I'm all signed up, three year contract and everything. You didn't think this was like a job interview or something, did you? That's not the way I do things, girls. I've done all the auditions I'm going to do for this part, thank you very much."

"We didn't think that," Holly insisted, a little taken aback by Rose's attitude. "We just wanted to meet you and all. No one was interviewing you or anything. They just didn't tell us they'd signed you up officially, that's all."

"Well you two better talk to your agents or something, cause it looks like you two just got cut out of the loop," Rose said with the slightest of smirks crossing over her lips. It was gone in a second, but both Alyssa and Holly saw it. Holly also saw Alyssa's face tighten a little and her eyes flicker with the temper of hers that seemed to flash always at the worst time. She had to cut this off before anyone got slapped.

"I need a drink," Holly suddenly announced, the afternoon heat starting to get to her, despite the air conditioning. "Does anyone else want anything?"

"I'm fine," Rose said quickly, as if she was bored with the entire proceeding.

"I don't need anything," Alyssa replied as she stared at Rose, her face almost unsure of her emotions. Part of her was furious that this girl could walk into her house and act like she was the star and the other part just wanted to tear that sundress off and worship her naked body.

Holly quickly ducked into the kitchen and returned with a glass of ice water. She figured she and Alyssa would be needing something harder after Rose left, so she kept it simple this time.

As Holly rejoined Alyssa on the couch, Rose stifled a yawn and stretched her arms a little, pressing her body forward against her dress and giving a little tease of the curves that lay underneath. Rose had left Holly and Alyssa almost at a loss for words, they were having trouble getting to know her. It really didn't bother Holly that Rose had signed on, but she knew it aggravated Alyssa to no end. Holly took a long sip from her glass as Rose spoke.

"So...are we gonna fuck or what? I don't have all day, you know," Rose asked in such a direct and nonchalant manner that Holly practically choked on her water.

"Excuse me?" Alyssa asked, in disbelief.

"Are...we...going...to...fuck..." Rose asked again slowly and with great relish. "I mean that is why you asked me here, right?"

"What are you talking about?" Holly asked, regaining her composure as Alyssa looked like she'd just swallowed her tongue.

"C'mon...Shannen and I had a long talk the other day," Rose informed her flabbergasted hosts. "She told me everything you did...everything. Well, she didn't exactly tell me everything. She just told me to watch out because you two were going to hit on me. So I guessed that all three of you had been together. She seemed really grossed out about it, but truthfully it really turned me on thinking about you three together. You know playing sisters onscreen and fucking each other offscreeen, I liked that. Seemed kind of kinky. So when you invited me here, I thought you wanted to initiate me to the cast or something."




Dominant Females



"We weren't...ummm...what do you mean?" Alyssa stated, her power of speech returning as her pulse quickened. "We...we just wanted to meet you. That's all. We are going to be working together, you know."

"Sure, that's all you wanted...whatever," Rose smirked. "Are you telling me that bringing me over here and fucking me never crossed your minds?"

Alyssa and Holly had nothing to say in response to that, so Rose sat back smugly with her arms crossed over her chest.

"I thought so," Rose stated. "I knew you two wanted me. I could feel you undressing me with your eyes the second I walked through that door. God, you two are worse than a couple of horny teenage boys about to get their first blowjob from the local whore. You couldn't be more transparent. Not that I blame you or anything, though..."

"Look here," Alyssa replied hotly. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but you can't treat us like this. This is our show you're coming on and if you want a power struggle then you're going to lose. So you can take your ass and wiggle it right out of here. God you've got an ego."

Rose didn't say anything in response at first. She merely moved her arms down to the bottom of her dress.

"So, you're telling me that I've totally misjudged the situation and that you are two, innocent girls who have never had a wicked thought about another woman?" Rose asked, slowly inching her dress up until her naked pussy was revealed to her audience. "And you're telling me you never wanted to get with this?"

"Oh fuck..." Holly gasped as she saw Rose's naked skin under her dress. She leaned back in her chair and continued to raise the dress up until her pussy was fully exposed and she could easily access it.

"I guess I'm just not pretty enough for you..." Rose sighed before proceeding to wet her fingers in her mouth and stroke the lips of her labia. She began to softly moan as she played with herself, lightly touching her lips until Alyssa and Holly could begin to see her wetness.

"What are you doing?" Holly asked as Alyssa sat silently.

"I'm finger fucking myself," Rose replied lustfully, the softness of her voice falling away to reveal a cutting edge that sliced right through the room's tension. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

Alyssa couldn't believe this was happening. Rose was sitting right there, in her chair, playing with her pussy as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. She couldn't take her eyes away, not for a second, as Rose spread her lips open and plunged her fingers inside.

"Oooooooh," Rose moaned as she closed her eyes and surrendered to the pleasure she was bringing herself. "Mmmmm I'll bet you wish these were your fingers inside me, don't you? You wish you were here playing with my hot, wet pussy instead of just watching me do it."

Alyssa and Holly were transfixed at the show Rose was putting on for them. Her free hand moved to her chest and began fondling her heavy breasts through her dress. The two of them felt hypnotized by Rose's masturbatory efforts and with each moan it was if they were falling deeper under her spell. She looked up at them and a smile of triumph passed her lips. It was if she was saying with her moans, "Yes, I am the spider and you two are my helpless flies.

Their eyes just could not look away and both women felt the wetness of sexual desire seep from their pussies and soak their panties. They both became rather antsy as they sat on the couch, leaning forward to try and get a better view of Rose's fingers exploring her own pussy. They could feel nothing but desire and their bodies sweated under their clothes, yet they didn't want to strip themselves or even touch their own bodies. All they wanted to do was watch.

Rose continued to finger fuck herself, as her breathing got quicker and more ragged. She was bringing herself to orgasm right in front of Alyssa and Holly and she could feel the heat of their pussy hungry eyes on her skin, egging her on with a sexy stare.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck..." Rose gasped. "Mmmmmm I love fucking my tight little pussy for you two. I can feel how much you want me. I see how much you want to taste me and how bad you need to get your tongues inside me so you can feel how fucking tight I am!"

Her fingers kept sliding in and coming out more slick each time, Rose knew she was close. She saw her rapt audience and decided to give them an even better view. She hiked her dress up more so it was above her ass. She spread her legs so they could get to see her swollen clit. Her moans increased as her fingers pinched and rubbed her aroused clit over and over again until she could take no more. With one final gasp, Rose came, coating her fingers with her sweet cream. It wasn't a big an orgasm as she would have liked, but it served its purpose. She let her fingers collect her juices and was about to raise them to her lips, when she had a better idea and stopped.

"Holly..." Rose began, causing the actress to pretty much snap to attention. "Come here honey. Come to me."

As if she had no choice, Holly rose to her feet, glass of ice water still in hand. She slowly walked over to Rose and stood before her in the chair. Grinning, Rose thrust her sticky fingers toward her and issued a simple command.

"Lick..." Rose ordered. She didn't have to repeat it as Holly quickly bent down to take the cum covered fingers in her mouth and lick them clean, as she'd done to Alyssa and Shannen so many times prior. She cleaned them off slowly, savoring the taste of Rose's pussy. As this was going on Alyssa almost absent mindedly began stroking herself through her jean shorts, her eyes locked on Holly's sweet lips going down on Rose's fingers.

Rose then stood up, her fingers never leaving Holly's mouth. She took the glass of ice water before it was dropped onto the rug and she fished out an ice cube. Looking directly at Alyssa, Rose then took the cube and dragged it over Holly's chest, wetting the material of her shirt and allowing the coldness to harden her nipples until they were poking out of her clothes. She did this over and over again until the water from the melting cube began dripping down, making the light blue of Holly's shirt into a wet form of purple.

"Holly..." Rose began again. "Take me to Alyssa's bedroom...I'm sure you know the way..."

"Yesssss...bedroom..." Holly mumbled as she took Rose's hand and lead her upstairs.

It took several moments for Alyssa to shake her head and more or less snap out of it. What the fuck was going on? They had left her alone in her own house. What the fuck did Rose think she was doing? But, angry as she was, Alyssa couldn't ignore the overpowering heat coming from her pussy. Rose had turned her on so much and she was aching to fuck her. She would figure out Rose another day, right now she just wanted in on the sex.

Alyssa raced up her stairs toward her bedroom and when she got inside she saw her bedspread tossed away and Holly laying down on the cool blue sheets. Rose had tossed her purse to the floor and relieved Holly of her shoes and jeans and was now in the middle of pulling down her panties. Holly's white panties were almost translucent with wetness and she was practically writhing on the bed, wanting so badly to be touched by Rose.

"Alyssa?" Rose smirked. "What took you so long?"

Alyssa hated how Rose could instantly dominate a room. It was as if she could just open her mouth, smile or even wiggle an eyebrow and suck out all the dominance anyone else could have. It left Alyssa at a loss for words and struggling to get control, two states of being she absolutely despised. She had to get back on top again, but how?

"Get off of her," Alyssa commanded.

"Why on Earth would I want to do that?" Rose asked as she finished pulling off Holly's panties and began to trace the lips of her pussy with her fingers.

"She's mine..." Alyssa said strongly, trying everything to resist the temptation to throw her clothes off and join Holly on the bed.

"Are you jealous?" Rose taunted. "What's the matter Alyssa? Too used to being top slut around here? Can't handle a little competition? Besides, I don't think Holly wants me to stop, do you Holly?"

"Mmmmmm noooooo..." Holly moaned. "Fuck me Rose! I need you sooooo bad!"

"Sounds like you've been replaced," Rose observed with a wicked smile. "So why don't you just stand over there and wait for your turn."

Alyssa had never been talked to this way in her life. Not even Shannen had made her as angry as Rose was making her at that moment. But all that anger was combining with the pounding lust she felt to create an absolutely wicked rush of adrenaline. The angrier she got, the more she wanted to fuck Rose over and over again until she couldn't stand it anymore. Clenching her fists, Alyssa watched Rose take on Holly as her pussy practically melted under her clothes.

"Mmmmmm so pretty," Rose cooed as she spread Holly's legs opened and teased her sopping pussy with her fingers. Her eyes were filled with the satisfaction that could only come from a victory. "You have such a pretty pussy Holly. So nice and pink and so wet I can practically taste you already. Do you want me to lick you? Do you want me to eat your little lesbian pussy better than anyone ever could?"

"Ohhhhhhh please..." Holly begged. "I can't stand it! Don't tease! Fuck me Rose! Please! Oh please!"

"Do I frighten you Holly?" Rose asked in a hard voice taking the aroused girl's face in her hand for a moment as she pulled her shirt up to expose the lacy white bra that encased her breasts.

Holly nodded her head meekly in response. It was the truth. Rose was completely overwhelming her senses. She had never met anyone like her and it was a little scary. It was also making her more aroused than she had ever been.

"But you still want me, don't you?" Rose asked as she released her grip on Holly to push her bra up and expose her pale breasts and hard nipples. She eyed Holly like a carnivore eyed a piece of meat. The only question was what part to taste first?

Holly again could only answer with a nod.

"Good..." Rose replied with satisfaction letting her tongue drag slowly along her ruby red lips. "I like making you feel that way. It turns me on."

Rose then cupped Holly chin to raise her pretty face up and began kissing her. It was the first time Holly had kissed another woman besides Alyssa or Shannen and she loved the sensation of the strange woman's lips pressed against hers. Through the corner of her eye she saw Alyssa playing with herself through her clothes and let out a delicious moan.

Taking the moan as positive feedback, Rose leaned down toward Holly's nipples. Instead of sucking on them though, she pinched them, making Holly gasp. No one had ever done that to her and the new sensations continued as Rose pulled the bra off of her and began to softly slap her bare breasts. She made the soft globes bounce and it only served to turn on Holly more. She felt like she was entering new territory with every passing second.

"Such pretty titties..." Rose said before filling her mouth with Holly's breast flesh. She sucked on her mounds till she felt Holly was Properly stimulated. Only when she felt that the woman's cries had hit their proper fever pitch did Rose move on. She made her way down Holly's body kissing her smooth, flat belly over and over again before reaching her thighs.

"Mmmmmmmm....OW!" Holly moaned as Rose kissed the skin of her thighs before she felt a sharp nip. She looked down and saw Rose was in the process of giving her thighs a series of hickeys...marking her territory as it were. Normally this would have been where Holly drew the line, but once again she found herself unable to summon the strength to push Rose away.

Soon enough Rose tired of this little game and moved her mouth just a little bit to the left before it was directly over Holly's pussy. Rose's tongue then slowly descended from between her lips and she dragged it over Holly's labia, bringing a long, loud moan from the woman. Parting the lips with her fingers, Rose proceeded to take her first taste of Holly, sampling all the cream that had collected from the anticipation of that moment.

After the first taste of Holly hit her taste buds, Rose eagerly continued. Her long tongue strokes preceded generous sucks of Holly's clit, driving the girl up the wall with passion. Holly felt like if Rose weren't holding her down, she'd be clinging from the ceiling by now.

Watching this, Alyssa found the heat of her own body had finally become unbearable. She had been feeling her pussy through her shorts with one hand, pressing her fingers into the material and pushing her panties inside of herself. While she did this, her other hand was up her shirt, fondling her tits and pinching her nipples through her bra. It was all too much for her to see Holly give herself to Rose and she began to strip silently to give her body some much needed relief.

Alyssa pulled her tight t-shirt off of her body, her nipples scraping against the black bra and begging to be released. Alyssa ignored that need for the moment and instead kicked off her sandals and set herself to wiggling her shorts down her legs. Normally Rose would have love to watch a lust crazed Alyssa stripping down, but she was quite obviously distracted and unfortunately missed it as Alyssa pawed her pussy through her already wet panties. She pushed the material into herself and let it rub against her swollen clit, giving her the sparks of satisfaction she needed to sustain herself through this period of waiting. Sweat was dripping from Alyssa's forehead onto her body as she stood there in her bra and panties, moaning with a louder volume with every passing second.

Rose was practically rubbing her face into Holly's crotch by now as she sucked hard on her aching clit. Her eyes stared straight up into Holly's rapturously happy face as she pushed her closer and closer to reaching lesbian ecstasy. As her lips kept up sucking, Rose let her tongue explore all over Holly's pussy until she felt it get too tight in there. Rose then ceased sucking and began tongue-fucking Holly, her pink tongue hitting her again and again, making Holly thrash on the bed and howl for more.

Her eyes fixed on the lovers; Alyssa reached around back and undid the clasp to her bra. It felt off her shoulders and she cast it to the floor of her bedroom where it lay, in good company, with her shorts and t-shirt. She then stood there topless, her skin glistening as she watched. Soon her hand was snaking into her panties, passing through the wet material to relieve the throbbing arousal that had manifested itself between her legs.

As Holly came, Rose held steady, swallowing as much of Holly's cum as possible. She watched as Holly's hips unconsciously bucked her face and over and over again, tremors ripping through the woman. When Holly could handle no more, Rose pulled her cum covered face up and turned to face Alyssa. Seeing the actress nearly naked and playing with herself was a sight to behold for Rose.

"I never said for you to get naked..." Rose observed.

"You don't control me..." Alyssa moaned, finding it impossible to stop playing with her pussy.

"Well the day is still before us," Rose laughed. "I think I did a pretty good job on Holly here."

"Not as good as I could," Alyssa contended.

"Is that a fact?" Rose laughed, taking the challenged that had been offered. "Well by all means take the opportunity to show me what you can do!"

"Oh I will!" Alyssa promised as she pushed her panties down and fell onto the bed bare assed naked. "I'll show you how to work a pussy. You'd better start taking notes!"

Rose responded by pulling her dress over her head and becoming the third naked woman on the bed. She then lay on her side, her head propped up by her hand as she watched Alyssa place herself on top of Holly.

"Show me then," Rose insisted. "Show me those pussy eating skills you seem to be so damn proud of. I just hope you're not too disappointed when Holly screams out my name while you're licking her."

I'll show you bitch, Alyssa told herself as she kissed Holly gently and began scooting her way down her body, leaving kisses where Rose had left bites. She then placed her lips on Holly's pussy, kissing her tender sex and making her jump slightly.

"Mmmmmm ohhhhh yesssss Alyssa..." Holly moaned as she kissed her sensitive pussy over and over again before sucking on her clit, drawing it out with her lips before releasing it. Alyssa repeated this several times before moving her tongue over Holly's clit again. She wasn't licking her; it was more like she was rubbing her tongue on her up and down. It was something she had done to Holly several times and she knew it always got her off and it always got her off fast.

Holly was certainly reaping the benefits of this little mini competition that had developed between Rose and Alyssa. Rose had eaten her out so well and she knew that Alyssa would make her come so sweet. She couldn't believe this was happening but the bliss she was being tongued to was too good to not be real. Her pussy was still raw from Rose's efforts but Alyssa was just making her feel so good she didn't want her to stop.

Alyssa took advantage of Holly's wetness by sliding one finger inside her. A second finger quickly wormed his way in and soon Alyssa was pumping away with her fingers while she tongued and rubbed Holly's clit. Holly loved when this was done to her, it made her feel so filled and made her imagine it was a hard cock pumping into her while a female tongue licked her, which was her favorite fantasy. She was too tired from her last orgasm being so soon ago, so Holly knew it wouldn't be long before she was coating Alyssa's face and fingers with her cum.

Seeing this, Rose had to admit she was a bit impressed with the way Alyssa went about this. Perhaps she'd be a good fuck after all. When she had first seen Alyssa she had read the girl as being all talk and no action. Now as she watched the frenzied tonguing Holly was getting, she was starting to change that opinion. Rose quickly got up from her position and got behind Alyssa on the bed. Alyssa had risen to her knees as she ate Holly out and Rose quickly took advantage of that.

"Mmmmm you are a hot one after all," Rose moaned into Alyssa's ear as she pushed against her from behind. Rose pressed her wet pussy into Alyssa's bare ass and began to rub up against her. "Feel how wet you've gotten my pussy Alyssa. Do you think you can lick me as well as you're licking Holly? You think you can handle a real woman or are you just hooked on girls?"

Alyssa was able to ignore Rose's taunts, but couldn't ignore how good it felt to have her wet pussy pressing up against her ass. She loved how the wetness felt on her naked skin and she began to grind herself into Rose while she kept herself steady between Holly's legs.

"Yessssssss that's it..." Rose moaned, her words practically dripping with desire. "You know just what to do you hot little slut. Rub that tight ass of yours against my pussy. Let me coat your skin with my hot girl cum."

For Alyssa that was such an appealing thought that she almost lost herself in Holly's sex. She managed to regain control and dedicate herself to Holly again but she couldn't shake the pleasure Rose was giving her. She couldn't believe Rose was using her like this, but she loved it. Her pussy was crying for attention and she just wanted to take care of Holly so she could please herself or, better yet, shove Rose's pretty face between her legs.

"Come for me Holly...come for me sweetie..." Alyssa urged her friend. "Come all over my face. Give me that yummy pussy cream you know I love so much."

Hearing Alyssa's nasty words was the magic Holly needed to let go. She came for the second time in minutes as she exploded onto Alyssa's tongue and fingers. The walls of her pussy clamped down on the invading fingers, but Alyssa kept working them in and out, albeit at a slower pace.




Dominant Females



As Holly began to come, Rose began to ride Alyssa harder. She banged into her ass again and again, the mere contact and the friction that followed it doing wonders for her pussy. She wanted to come all over Alyssa's tanned ass. She loved how tan the girl was all over. She probably did a lot of nude sunbathing. I'll have to come over someday to see if she needs any lotion, Rose smiled to herself. She watched hungrily as Alyssa lapped away at Holly, already conniving to get that tongue in her own pussy as soon as possible.

"Are you going to come for me Rose?" Alyssa demanded to know as she finally pulled her face away from Holly's exhausted pussy. Cream dripped from her lips in a lewd sight that made Rose's pussy get even wetter. "Are you going to come like a slut all over my hot little ass? You act all tough Rose, but you're just a whore that will come anytime on anyone."

"I may be the whore, but I'm not the one whose ass is going to be covered in my girl cum in a minute," Rose pointed out as she felt her body begin to tense up. She wished she had a nice toy to use right now, but this would have to do. She'd have to bring Holly and Alyssa over to her house soon and let them see her little collection.

"Just shut up and rub that tight pussy of yours all over me," Alyssa moaned as she reached between her legs and began to fuck herself. Holly, meanwhile, was too wiped to do much of anything at that point except sit by and idly play with her nipples. She liked watching Alyssa and Rose go at it. Neither wanted to give it up to the other.

"Mmmmm such a dirty mouth you've got there..." Rose said through gritted teeth as the friction was really getting the better of her. Alyssa's smooth skin felt so good as she rubbed herself up and down on her firm ass cheeks. "A faceful of my cum will shut you up soon."

"Not if you're tongue deep in my pussy first..." Alyssa moaned, her fingers giving her the relief she so desperately craved. Alyssa then felt Rose shudder behind her and heard her breathing become labored. She suddenly felt a heat against her ass and she knew Rose was coming against her skin. Alyssa had never felt a girl come like this. She had had guys come on her ass before, but she loved the sensations of Rose's hot cum rubbing against her ass as she got off on her body.

"Ooooooooh baby...take my cum all over this great ass..." Rose moaned as her pussy spasmed against Alyssa's skin. Rose thought about licking it off when she was finally done, but she decided it was better to leave it this way. It left Alyssa with a reminder of things and it showed her who the dominant female was going to be.

When Rose finally pulled away she found herself pulled back quickly when Alyssa grabbed her face and kissed her passionately. Alyssa's tongue shot into Rose's mouth where it found no resistance. Their two tongues twisted and tied with one another before Rose ended the kiss.

"You do know how to kiss, I'll give you that," Rose said.

"That's the least of what I can do," Alyssa informed her with a naughty smile as she traced a finger over Rose's large breasts. "But what are you going to do for me? My snatch needs some attention and you owe me big time."

"I don't think so," Rose countered. "Besides, I'm still horny so you just have to wait your turn. Now if you're not willing to get down and taste me, I think I can interest Holly in getting herself a drink."

"Bitch..." Alyssa swore as she stormed off the bed and into her walk in closet.

"I am a bitch," Rose laughed. "Don't you ever forget that sweetie. Now, as for you Holly, I think it's time for you to show me how well you know how to lick."

Holly, still recovering from her two orgasms, was pretty much cooking on another planet by now. She could only manage a spacey smile as she continued to stroke her own breasts. However, Rose was not to be deterred and she figured she knew the best way to spark Holly's interest. A few pussy licks and maybe a little tickle of her asshole ought to do it, Rose told herself as she got on her knees and moved downward. But before she could get to her destination she ran into a rather rude interruption.

Her body was pulled away from Holly and, to brace herself, Rose had to put down her hands. She was now on her hands and knees and in perfect position for what Alyssa had in store for her now.

"Who's the bitch now!" Alyssa smiled, grabbing Rose by the hips and, without warning, sliding the strap on cock she had just put on into Rose's pussy. "Mmmmm you do have a nice, tight pussy. I'm going to love fucking you hard!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuckkkkkk!!!!!!" Rose screamed as she felt herself be penetrated by the large toy around Alyssa's waist.

"That's right slut," Alyssa smirked. "You came here looking to get fucked and now you're going to get it! Take my cock deep into this wet cunt of yours and we'll see who the number one bitch is going to be around here!"

As Rose adjusted to the toy penetrating the soft folds of her pussy she found herself deprived of the ability to speak. She could only moan and grunt as Alyssa began to fuck her hard, banging into her wet pussy and making Rose's tits bounce with force. The harder Alyssa went the more Rose got into it and she only had one simple request.

"My....my hair...please....fuck mmmm...fuck me...ohhhhhhh Lyssaaaaaaaa..." Rose moaned and Alyssa quickly got her drift.

"Is that what you want?" Alyssa demanded. "Do you want me to do this?"

Alyssa then reached up and grasped Rose's jet black hair and tugged it hard. She pulled it again and continued to thrust into her. Rose's reaction was quick, loud and very very positive.

"Mmmmmm you slut," Alyssa moaned, the nub of the strap on doing quite an effective job of stimulating her own clit. "You love being fucked like a whore, don't you Rose? You're no different than a common piece of street trash. You love being fucked from behind and having your hair pulled like a cheap tramp! I'll bet you love this even more you whore!"

Alyssa then reared back and delivered a hard slap to Rose's ass...then another...then another...and so forth until Rose's cheeks were bouncing as much as her heavy tits were. Her hand continued to make pink marks on Rose's ass as the strap on pressed deep. Rose was, to say the least, enjoying this.

"FUCK ME!!!!!" she screamed. "SPANK THAT ASS!!!! PULL MY HAIR YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!! THAT'S IT ALYSSA!!!! GOD HOW DID A SLUT LIKE YOU LEARN HOW TO FUCK SO NICE?"

"Yesssssss take it like the whore you are..." Alyssa urged. "Scream my name out and let everyone know that it's me who's fucking your slut pussy so sweet! Tough lil Rose McGowan loves being fucked like a whore, I should have known"

"JUST KEEP THAT COCK INSIDE ME BITCH!!!!!" Rose screamed before she was cut off to a muffled moan by Holly's lips to her own. Holly had awakened from her orgasm-induced stupor and had quickly deduced she had become the forgotten woman. So she had decided to remind everyone about her presence with a kiss and some playful slaps to Rose's tits that were very similar to the one's she had enjoyed before.

"Ohhhhh come on Rose...come like the piece of trash whore you are..." Alyssa moaned, her own orgasm not far off. "I'd take your slutty ass, but I don't think you could handle it!"

"OHHHHHH YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING PAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!" Rose screamed when she managed to momentarily pull away from Holly. She was going to get back at Alyssa for this, but first she wanted to come and come hard.

"COME FOR US BITCH!" Alyssa screamed back, as if trying to outdo Rose in volume. "COME ALL OVER MY STRAP ON. GET IT ALL WET AND CREAMY WITH YOUR CUM!"

"OHHHHHHHHH AGHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Rose screamed, her voice starting to her horse. Alyssa kept up the pace and, as she felt her own orgasm about to run wild, she paused and then plunged in even deeper.

"HEY BITCH, YOU'RE NOT SO FUCKING TIGHT, NOW ARE YOU?" Alyssa taunted with short breaths, her volume rising as her orgasm began. The sight of Rose on her hands and knees getting it doggie style after all that had happened was a sight Alyssa did not have the strength to resist. Her breasts bounced and her whole body glowed with sweat as she creamed herself under the strap on. The more she came, the harder she pumped and Rose could no longer hold out.

"I'M COMING!!!!! I'M COMINNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!!!" Rose announced for all to hear as Holly sucked on her tits. Holly quickly moved her hand down to Rose's pussy to feel the full blast of her third orgasm and quickly Rose soaked her hand. Holly, eager to get a taste of Rose, quickly began to suck the cum off her fingers, not missing a single drop. Holly loved Rose's taste and hoped this wouldn't be the last time she had a chance to sample it.

"I'll bet you think you're something special," Rose moaned as Alyssa pulled the strap on out from inside her.

"I'm not half bad," Alyssa admitted as she sought to catch her breath from her own orgasm. "You didn't seem to be complaining."

"Yeah...yeah...yeah...you got me off," Rose muttered. "Where do you want your monument built?"

"Right here..." Alyssa playfully replied as she got on her back and pointed straight to her pussy. "I'm all sticky and cummy now. Why don't you see if you can clean me off."

"You asked for it," Rose grinned. "You've never come like you're about to come now."

With no further prodding, Rose reached over and pulled the strap on off of Alyssa. She then hungrily dragged her tongue up Alyssa's thighs and over her labia, tasting her cum and sweat and loving the mixture. Before Alyssa could get too used to her tongue, though, Rose wanted to try something different.

"You spank me bitch, I'll spank you right back," Rose stated and before Alyssa could ask her what she meant she felt a dizzying slap right on her pussy. Alyssa gasped in pleasure as she felt Rose do it again, her palm spanking her clit and driving her crazy with resparked lust.

"Seems like you're quite the whore too..." Rose observed. "Tell me how much you love this. Tell me how much you love me spanking your pussy!"

"Oh fuck yeah, I love it! Slap that pussy! Make me come! Don't stop!!!" Alyssa moaned as Rose tongued all over her tummy, including her pierced bellybutton. Rose suddenly moved upward and locked her lips to Alyssa's again. Her kiss was passionate and probing, but tender at the same time. It soothed Alyssa and drove her wild all at once. It was all too easy to surrender to a kiss like that and soon Alyssa closed her eyes and gave in to Rose's passion. She was lost in the kiss, letting the sensations of Rose's warm, wet tongue push her higher and higher when all of a sudden....

CLICK

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Alyssa shouted, feeling her wrists lock into the pair of handcuffs that had just been applied. She opened her eyes and saw Rose grinning the evil grin of the cat that not only got the canary, but swallowed her whole.

"What's the matter Alyssa, I thought you loved surprises," Rose mocked as Alyssa struggled.

"LET ME GO BITCH!" Alyssa screamed. She hated being restrained like this. However even this couldn't stop the constant arousal she was feeling in her pussy. She saw that Rose's now open purse was lying on the bed. That's where she had gotten the cuffs from! That bitch had planned this!

"But that wouldn't be any fun at all," Rose replied as she resumed her hard slaps, smacking the wet flesh over and over again with Alyssa unable to hide her approval. When Rose threw an occasional tongue lash into the mix, Alyssa couldn't help but feel herself sink even deeper into depravity at the hands of this raven haired firecracker.

Knowing she had Alyssa now, Rose reached over for a pillow and quickly stripped the case off. Smirking, she took advantage of Alyssa's weakness and quickly tied her left ankle to the bedpost. Alyssa moaned in frustration and desire. She was not used to being so vulnerable, but her pussy was so wet now that part of her just didn't care. Her face the picture of triumph, Rose then reached over for the discarded strap on. She was headed straight for Alyssa, when all of a sudden she changed course and handed it to Holly.

"Get it wet for me," Rose commanded. "Lube it up. She doesn't deserve to have a toy covered just in my cum."

Alyssa's face burned with humiliation over Rose's attitude, but she didn't say anything. There would be time for plenty of payback later and right now all Alyssa wanted was that strap on deep inside her, fucking her needy pussy.

Holly did as she was told and ran the fake cock all over her wetness, combining her cum with Rose's. Satisfied, Rose grabbed the toy back from her and turned her attention once again to Alyssa.

"Is this what you want you cum hungry slut?" Rose demanded. "Do you want this toy fucking your wet whore pussy?"

"Yesssss..." Alyssa moaned, as she struggled against her remains. She knew she was handing Rose a victory but she needed to come.

Rose then began to tease Alyssa's swollen lips, running the toy over her pussy up and down and promising penetration...but never delivering. As she did this a nifty little idea occurred to Rose and she turned to the final member of the their trio.

"Hey Holly, have you ever licked Alyssa's ass in all those time's you've been together?" Rose asked. Holly nodded her head shyly and Rose smiled. "Then get to it! Tongue her ass while I fuck this hot cunt!"

Totally getting off on acting like Rose's little sub, Holly slid down onto her belly so she could properly snake her way around and tongue Alyssa. This was something she knew she could do quite well and she knew Alyssa loved it. She worked her tongue into Alyssa's tight ring and she could hear her lover's instant reaction as she began to sigh and moan. 

Alyssa had never come this quickly, but almost as soon as Holly began her tonguing, Rose took the toy in her hand again and began thrusting it into her. She did this at a speed that could threaten to melt the plastic and Alyssa loved it. Alyssa spread her legs wide without prompting as Rose penetrated the soft folds of her sex and filled her deep with the toy.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSS!!!!!!" Alyssa screamed. "FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME HARD ROSE!!!! GET THAT COCK IN ME!!!!!"

"Oh baby that's it...come all over the toy like a good little bitch," Rose requested, her voice calm amid Alyssa's wild screams. "Drench it and then I'm going to make you lick it clean. We're all a bunch of sluts...all three of us. We're fucking made for each other!"

She was right, Alyssa thought. It was never this good with Shannen. Never. Rose brought this smoldering sexuality in and it fit in perfectly with her them. She knew that their future encounters would be even better than this, if that even seemed possible.

"Come for me Alyssa!" Rose continued as Alyssa shuddered from Holly's tongue inside her ass. "Do it! Come for Rose!"

That was exactly what happened next after Rose delivered one last hard push with the toy into her pussy. She began to come violently and Rose quickly moved the toy away and plunged her face into Alyssa's pussy. She let Alyssa fuck her face as Holly removed her tongue and instead slid in a finger to work in and out. Alyssa felt like she was on the verge of an aneurysm and when she blacked out for just a moment she was thinking "What a way to go."

When Alyssa awoke soon after she found Rose and Holly locked in a deep kiss. Alyssa picked up the discarded strap on and brought it over to them. Soon all three of them were tonguing the plastic and tasting their combined essences. The power of three indeed, Alyssa thought to herself with a private laugh.

"You're still a bitch," Alyssa then told Rose after they all shared a long three way kiss. Her pussy was still burning, but she was already thinking of how she could pay Rose back for this.

"You're still a whore," Rose shot back as she cupped Alyssa's tits with her hands and fondle the bare globes.

"What does that make me?" Holly playfully asked.

"You can be the slut then," Alyssa offered.

"Mmmmm if it means we can do this again soon, I'll be whatever the fuck you want," Holly laughed.

"So, did you find me acceptable?" Rose asked. "You think you can handle me for three years?

"Welcome to the show..." Alyssa and Holly said simultaneously as the newly christened trio fell into each other's arms again. They had a threesome again and the fight over who was the dominant female would have to wait...till next time.

This story is copyright 2001 from Sharkboy Productions. Reposting this story without my permission is not allowed and will result in me taking action against your web site. 



Dominant Girlfriend Greets Me



I was nervous walking to her door. I always am. I never know what mood she'll be in, and it adds to the excitement.

I knock three times, and eventually, she opens the door. She tells me I can enter, so I do. Just looking at her gets me hard ... she is 5'10, long blonde hair. A stern, commanding presence. She wears a tight top, and tighter jeans. And her legs are incredible ... long and strong and turning into a fabulous, thick ass. 

She knows i love her ass ... and walks to the couch.

"Get down" she says ... and I do. She walks to the couch, and my eyes follow her. 

"Crawl to me", She says ... and I do.

It's difficult, as my hard on is in an awkward position in my jeans ... but i do the best I can. I finally arrive at her feet, and look up at her. She assesses me for a long while.

Then she turns away to her computer, and looks at a video. She turns up the volume just enough so I can hear it ... it's a porno, and she watches it for a short while. Sometimes she lightly touches herself over her pants while she watches the video. 

Eventually she turns her attention to me again. 

"Do you like my toes?" she asks.

They are neatly painted, and of course I reply I do.

"Massage my feet", she says. And I do.

"Don't look at my feet, look me in the eyes while you massage my feet." 

I try to hold her gaze ... but now her attention is completely on the video in front of her. she feels herself through her jeans, while I watch her eyes. 

At one point I make the mistake of watching her hand as she touches herself. 

"Hey!", she yells at me sternly. She leans forward. She slaps me across the face. "What did I tell you?"

"To look you in the eye", I say sheepishly.

"Then do that. And nothing else", she says. "Can you do that?"

"Yes", I say. 

She pets my cheek softly where she had slapped me. "Good boy".

I continue to massage her feet, and while I keep looking at her eyes, i can tell her hand is moving faster, and she's getting very turned on.

"On the couch", she says. "I have a gift for you because you've been so good lately".

I sit on the couch and wait. She slips off her pants, revealing thin black panties stretched over her big, beautiful bottom.

"I'm going to let you kiss my asshole while I masturbate. Would you like that?"

"Very much, thank you", I say.

She lay on her stomache, and masturbated as she watched the porn. I buried my face in her ass, hungrily feeling her thick, strong cheeks, and greedily trying to lick through her panties. Finally she pulled them down, and I had full access to her beautiful ass. With one hand, she reached back and pushed my face into her ass, with her other, she masturbated. After several minutes, i could feel her ass clenching around my face.

"Lick my ass" she repeated over and over ... and I happily obeyed. Eventually I felt her convulse, her ass clenching on my tongue each time.

She rested for a moment, then calmly pulled up her panties and slipped on her jeans.

I sat below her. Incredibly turned on. 

"Let me see your cock", she said. I showed her. I was completely hard, and at attention.

"Stroke it for me three times", she said.

"Thank you", I said. And I did as she asked.

"That's enough", she said. "The light in the bathroom is out. Fix it", she said. And when your done, draw me a bath.

I did as I was told.



Dominant Grandpa



My wife and I were happily married for ten years and were in our mid-thirties when we decided to enter into a new and exciting lifestyle. We had always enjoyed our sex life and never considered ourselves to be in a 'rut' or bored, but rather we were ready to grow and expand in our sexuality. We explored different sexual activities and practices and determined that we both derived pleasure from giving pleasure to others. We were both rather submissive with strong desires to serve and obey. This of course led us to the realm of BDSM and once we looked around at the scene, we knew we couldn't return to the mundane world again.

We took out a personal ad online, not knowing at all how things would work out. We posted some nice and revealing pictures of ourselves and listed our interests. We were surprised how great the response was. We had all kinds of Dommes and Doms, and Dominant Couples reply, as well as some complete weirdos. We communicated back and forth through email but we found one seemed to always stand out with His erotic and well written messages. Soon we found ourselves drawn the most to the emails from a Dominant that told us to call him Grandpa.

Grandpa was always very patient and respectful with His communications. Other Dominants tended to get pushy as we corresponded with them, and as we were new to the lifestyle we were nervous and a bit hesitant. Grandpa's words always seemed to put us at ease and encourage us to take the next step. Grandpa had said that He had a lot of experience as a Master in the lifestyle and was a widower that would appreciate the submission and service we had to offer. When we decided to enter the lifestyle we had never expected to find ourselves being dominated by a seventy-two year old man, but now we wouldn't want it any other way.

We were emailing Grandpa several times a day and often chatting online as well. We always felt comfortable with Grandpa and he slowly started to dominate us without over stepping any of our comfort limits. Grandpa soon had us stripping each other naked and kneeling down while we were chatting. He would give us commands that we eagerly carried out and grew very comfortable with. The relationship progresses to phone calls that let us get to know Grandpa and get more comfortable. Grandpa then invited us to meet in person and we eagerly accepted. We met at a nice restaurant and had a nice dinner and some drinks. It was a very nice date and there was no play and nothing pushy but rather a chance to warm up and get better acquainted. At the end of the evening, Grandpa asked if we would be willing to submit and play next time. My wife and I eagerly accepted and we set up a date and time. Then, with a surprise, Grandpa reached out and pulled my wife into Him and wrapped His arms around her and slowly worked His hands down to her butt as He gave her a long wet kiss. He smiled afterward and watched us both carefully as though He were studying our reactions. It was a bit of a shock to me and I felt awkward and stunned, but it was also an intensely erotic moment that I found thrilling.

We were both trembling with nervousness as we stood on Grandpa's front porch awaiting our first real-time session. We didn't know what would happen which was a bit scary and arousing. We had been instructed to shave all our body hair, in particular our pubic hairs as the standard sign of submission Grandpa said. This had led us to even more anticipation with such erotic preparation. When Grandpa answered the door with is charming smile and easy demeanor, we were put more at ease. We were invited to come in and sit at the dining room table. Dressed rather relaxed in loungewear and a housecoat, Grandpa brought out some documents and paper work and presented them before us. He explained that it was a contract for BDSM consensual play and it was standard protocol for the lifestyle. We signed the papers and declared a "safeword" in case things got too intense for us. After consenting to Grandpa's domination, Grandpa asked if we were ready. My heart was beating intensely and I noticed my wife took in a deep breath as we both nodded.

"Good", said Grandpa with a big smile. "Let me show you around." With that we rose from our seats and followed Grandpa as He gave us the tour of His home and pointed out where things were for us. The house seemed like any other until we were led down to the basement where the 'dungeon' was. We saw several racks, and bondage tables, and devices that we had never seen before. It was dark with dim lights that added to the mystery of the dungeon. We were led to a room that almost appeared as a horse stall with wooden walls and a window covered with strong steel fencing. Grandpa opened the sliding doors and said, "Welcome to the servant's quarters."

A single light bulb hung from a chain that dangled from the ceiling. There were closed-circuit cameras looking down and a monitor mounted high on the wall. Three mattresses were placed together on the floor. There were some chains securely fastened to the wall and neatly hung up on pegs. The servant quarters seemed quiet, yet it appeared they could be intense in a matter of moments. There were a few shelves in the room, and upon one were two boxes, one labeled "houseboy" and the other labeled "maid". 

"You'll find your new work clothes in those boxes. Go ahead and change and meet up upstairs and we will get started", said Grandpa with a smile as He turned to go.

It seemed very dark and quiet as we were left alone. I put my arm around my wife and she gave me a big kiss. We were both nervous and taking the journey together was a big turn-on. We undressed and shivered in the coolness of the basement dungeon. We wondered if Grandpa was watching us through the cameras. We opened the boxes and put on the contents. Mine was a houseboy uniform consisting of a pair of tuxedo boxers that fit tightly, a collar and bow tie, and some cuffs around my wrists. My wife put on a French maid outfit that was low cut and showed off ample cleavage from her 38DDs. The skirt came down mid thigh on her and the white stockings were knee length, leaving a patch of bare leg showing. She had lacey wristlets, a choker, and a headband to complete the outfit. She looked quite beautiful in that black and white maid outfit that showed off all her best curves. 

My wife searched around in the box and whispered to me that she didn't see any panties in there and she wondered if she should wear the panties she had worn over. I told her she should only wear what was in the box and nothing extra. This left her feeling embarrassed and very self-conscious going without panties, especially since the back of her skirt was split open leaving her exposed. She kept trying to cover the split with the tie strings of her apron, but every time she moved her back end was exposed and her face turned red. I had to take her by the hand and tell her how beautiful she was and that she was dressed the way that Grandpa wanted her. Together, hand-in-hand, we crept up the stairs in our new uniforms of domestic servants.

We were expecting to find Grandpa when we came up the stairs. Instead we found a tablet with detailed instructions. We were assigned a list of chores to do and told that Grandpa would be in the den if we needed him. The kinky uniforms that we had on made both of us feel erotically vulnerable and anxious for Grandpa to see us feeling so exposed. This feeling was only drawn out by not seeing Grandpa right away. We went about the chores and did housework like laundry, vacuuming, dusting, sweeping, and taking out the trash. The chores took each of us to the den at times, where we saw Grandpa and He kept the moments from being awkward. We served Him afternoon tea and began to feel much more comfortable with our work uniforms. My wife even gave up trying to keep the gap in her skirt closed and let her beautiful ass be exposed when it was.

We began preparing dinner as Grandpa made His way around to inspect the chores. He gave us lots of praise and compliments for our work and we felt appreciated. I went into the dining room and prepared the table as instructed, placing the proper settings including candles. When I returned to the kitchen, I saw my wife stirring the pot on the stove as Grandpa stood close by taking in the aroma of her special sauce. His hand reached into the split of her skirt and very slowly worked around rubbing her bare ass. She froze for a moment, and took in a deep breath that raised her head up a little higher. I could tell that she was getting very excited and was probably dripping wet. I too became aroused and soon had an erection that was trying to poke out of my boxers. Grandpa turned around and smiled, "Mmmm, smells delicious", He said as He gave her a few pats on the behind.

Grandpa sat in the dining room as we lit the candles and busily filled His cups with water and wine. We served him up as much dinner as He wanted and we enjoyed watching each other serving side-by-side. Servants were to eat in the kitchen, so that is where we had dinner as we took turns hopping up to answer the bell call of Grandpa. We were both very quiet, and enjoying ourselves in a sort of fantasy bliss. We also wondered what would happen next. We drank more than a little bit of wine and it helped to relax our nerves and inhibitions. The clean-up after dinner also helped pass the time and give us something to focus on.

Grandpa had retired to the living room where he put on some old, classy jazz and swing records and opened up the newspaper. My wife refilled His wine glass and asked if He wanted dessert, but He replied that He would have dessert a little later. Grandpa lit up His pipe and told us that He would like some massages and He instructed my wife to rub His feet and me to rub His shoulders. We did as we were told. I worked my hands upon Grandpa's shoulders as He read the paper, holding it up so that it blocked my view of my wife for some time. When Grandpa finally finished the paper and put it away, I had a good view of my wife. She was on her knees with one of Grandpa's feet in her lap, her skirt was stretched and riding high on her thigh showing plenty of skin. I had a great view of her cleavage and it appeared that her large breasts were almost ready to pop out. I also realized that Grandpa had to be getting the same view that I had.

"You look a bit uncomfortable, My dear. Did I get that uniform too small?" inquired Grandpa. My wife froze and wasn't sure what to do or say. "Come up here, and we'll take a look. Come on; come up on Grandpa's lap", said Grandpa as He motioned with His hands while following the music.

My wife slowly rose to her feet and taking a deep breath, she nervously approached Grandpa who welcomed her with open arms and pulled her in straddling His lap. Grandpa pulled her in for a deep embrace as He buried His face between her breasts. My wife closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she began to breath very heavy. Grandpa slowly released the embrace. "Yes, your big breasts look awful tight in there. You'd better let them out. Just pull down your uniform a bit and let them hang out. Let them get some air", said Grandpa in a reassuring tone.

My wife was breathing deeply and I could tell her heart was racing. She slowly moved her trembling hands up to her top. Grandpa called to me, "houseboy! houseboy, come over here and help. Come help her out of this. Just roll that uniform down a little."

I hurried over and stood behind my wife. I placed my hands on her shoulders and she took in a deep breath and relaxed a little. I slowly slid the straps around her shoulders and slid them down her arms as far as they would go. I then slid my hands back up her shoulders and slid them forward into her soft bosoms. I took hold of the cups of her outfit and slid them down, rolling the top part of her maid outfit down and letting her large and magnificent breasts hang free in front of Grandpa's face. The straps of the outfit were still around her arms and left my wife rather restrained as she straddled His lap with her boobs completely exposed.

Grandpa took a breast in each hand. He very gently fondled the boobs and worked his hands all around them. He squeezed them a little and stretched them a little. My wife squirmed as the sexual energy was building inside her. Her head rolled back and her eyes closed as Grandpa explored her chest with His hands. He worked His fingers around her big nipples in a circular motion. Then He gave each nipple a gentle squeeze that made my wife quiver at her thighs.

"I think I'll have dessert now", said Grandpa. "houseboy, I want you to fix Me up some chocolate syrup and whipped cream, and I want it served up on this rack", He said.

"Yes, Grandpa", I replied as I helped my wife off Grandpa's lap. We walked out to the kitchen together. We didn't know what to do our say to each other, but we were both experiencing the greatest thrill of our lives. We were eager and nervous, and my hand wasn't the steadiest as I coated my wife's breasts in chocolate syrup and topped them off with whipped cream. We returned to Grandpa and I brought Him an apron to help keep clean, and I helped my wife back up onto His lap. I stood by and watched with a moist towel ready as Grandpa had his dessert. 

Grandpa slowly worked his tongue along the edges of the whipped cream and chocolate syrup. He would change direction at times and sometimes lick in circular patterns. At times Grandpa would comment on how tasty the dessert was and how sweat it was. As He put away more chocolate and whipped cream, Grandpa began to mouth her taking in big and long sucks upon her breasts. I had to hold my wife steady as she began shaking as Grandpa sucked her nipples of all the sticky chocolate syrup. I think my wife orgasmed during this, and I was about to also. My cock was rock hard and pre-cum was leaking out my boxers. It was also clear that Grandpa was enjoying this as well. "Mmm, that was an excellent dessert!" said Grandpa when he had finished.

We cleaned up and returned to Grandpa. He told us to loosen up and dance to the music as a catchy swing tune was playing. We followed directions and started dancing on the open floor in front of Grandpa. My wife's breasts were still hanging out and her arms were restricted by the straps. I still had a big boner that was trying to escape from my boxers. 

"Relax, relax, it is time to have fun. Get out of those work uniforms and make yourselves comfortable. Come on; come on, take them off. houseboy, help the maid out of that outfit. Good, good, that is more like it, now maid, help the houseboy out of his uniform", coached Grandpa. 

We followed Grandpa's instructions and found ourselves dancing naked in front of Him. He sat on the couch watching us and moving His hands to the music like a conductor. Grandpa kept giving us directions and we kept following them. He told us to swing our hips. He told us to shake our booties. He called us to come closer and shake our booties for him. Soon we were on each side of Grandpa swinging our hips and shaking our bare butts to the music. The song came to an end with two strikes on the drums which Grandpa imitated my slapping our bare asses with His hands.

"Now that looks like some good booty", said Grandpa with a grin. He looked at us seriously for a moment and asked, "Are you ready for Grandpa to spank your booty?"

"Yes", we both gasped.

"Good. Ladies first, maid, come here over my knee. Grandpa is going to give you a good spanking. houseboy, come over here and take her hands. Stretch her out a bit and try to keep her still. That's it, that's it."

My wife climbed up on the couch and stretched her beautiful naked body out over Grandpa's knee. I took her hands and stretched her arms out and looked into her eyes. I don't think either of us could believe what we were doing, but it seemed so thrilling and erotic. Grandpa rubbed His hand around my wife's ass as He warmed it up. I could feel my wife tense up in anticipation and she squeezed my hands. There was a loud smack as Grandpa's hand came down across the maid's bare butt. I stared into her eyes as she winced slightly and smiled to signal she was okay. Grandpa rubbed her butt more and raised His hand up and quickly brought it down upon my wife's butt. Each time Grandpa struck her a little harder and a little faster. My wife started to let out little whimpers, but she never called out the safeword. Grandpa worked her long into the spanking and her little whines of pain began to be followed by moans of pleasure. Grandpa picked up the intensity of the spanking and it built a lot of sexual energy. I thought my wife was going to orgasm right there over Grandpa's knee. Then Grandpa stopped and rubbed my wife's ass which was now beat red. She was panting and trying to catch her breath as Grandpa called out, "Next!"

I took my turn and placed my naked body over Grandpa's knee. My wife took my hands and stretched me out. I looked up at her as she gave me a smile as though she had suddenly satisfied a long craving. I felt the warm hand of Grandpa slide across my butt cheeks. He was gentle at first and then picked up the intensity and the friction started to take hold and my ass began to warm. I heard a gasp escape me as the smack of a hand upon my flesh rang out. The nerves in my butt were awakened and the sting set in. I think that Grandpa spanked me much harder than He did my wife. The smacks upon butt cheeks seemed louder and the intensity was much faster. The sting felt like nails driving into my butt cheeks and going deeper and deeper. I was a bit shocked at how powerful the moment could take me. I looked up at my wife and she was smiling and seemed to be taking great pleasure in watching me get spanked. One last, powerful smack that sent a jolt through me finished the spanking session.

"Okay now, you both are dripping wet between your legs and you'd better clean it up", said Grandpa. "Go on, go right there on the floor and lick each other up. Go on, go 69 it. houseboy, you lay down on your back. maid, you sit right on his face and take his cock in your mouth. That's it, good. Good", said Grandpa as he coached us along.

It felt really good to experience the touch and feel of my wife's naked body at that moment. I could tell that her loins were red hot as she straddled my face. I could smell her wet pussy as she slowly lowered it down to my face. I licked her thighs up and down and slowly brought my tongue around to her pussy. Her vaginal lips were wide open and I slurped up her secretions and probed her open and wet vagina with my tongue. I felt her big titties glide across my belly and bounce over my lower abdomen as my wife began to lick my cock of pre-cum. We were both at a level of arousal that neither had ever experienced before. The sexual energy was very strong and it felt almost trance-like. I found my wife's clit and began going to town on it. I felt her warm and wet mouth wrap around my cock as she swallowed it. We were going to town on each other and both of us were moaning with wild pleasure. After being held in a state of arousal all day we were both very excited to release. I could sense orgasms preparing in both of us when Grandpa, suddenly interrupted, "Wait, wait. Stop, you have more clean up to do. I am dripping wet too. Take care of this and you can finish those orgasms. Come on, I'm dripping wet over here."

Grandpa had slid his pants down and His seventy-two year old cock and balls were out surrounded by thin, white pubic hair. We felt desperate to get off and my wife raced over and kneeled between Grandpa's thighs. She held the base of His cock and ran her tongue up and down Grandpa's shaft. He moaned approvingly and she took his cock into her warm, wet mouth and bobbed her head up and down. My wife took Grandpa's cock out of her mouth and stroked it in her hand as she worked down and licked His balls. She ran her tongue up and down His scrotum as she stroked His cock and worked her tongue around His anus and back to His scrotum. My wife took Grandpa's cock back in her mouth and massaged His balls with her hand. 




Dominant Grandpa



"Come over and take care of her, houseboy. Come on over and take her from behind", Grandpa called to me. I took up position kneeling behind my wife and I ran my hands up her bare back as her head bobbed up and down on Grandpa's cock. I worked my hands down her back and spread her butt cheeks a little. I slowly slid my throbbing cock into my wife's hot and wet pussy. We both moaned with great satisfaction at the sensation. I placed my hands on her hips and began to slowly pump back and forth in her pussy and it felt so damn good. I felt hot ejaculations squirting out my wife's pussy as I began pumping her faster. She was moaning as she slurped on Grandpa's cock. At times my wife would moan and arch her back and tilt her head back only to have Grandpa pull her head back down onto His cock. I pumped faster and started fucking my wife harder and harder. It was the best sex that we had ever had and we were moaning like crazy. "Come on kids, go ahead and get off. Go ahead and cum now", Grandpa told us.

I fucked furiously away at my wife who began shrieking with pleasure as she stroked Grandpa's cock in her hand. I felt her pussy start to vibrate in orgasm as hot ejaculations gushed out of her. I felt myself stiffening up and I had a very intense orgasm that I felt throughout my body as my loaded squirted into my wife's pussy. I pulled out and slumped back feeling drained and exhausted. My wife went to town on Grandpa's cock again. He pulled her head off His cock and told her He wanted to shoot His load over her big ole' titties. She gave Grandpa a few more pumps with her hand, and then Grandpa let out a deep moan before shooting a big load onto her boobs. She licked His cock clean and sat back with a big satisfied smile. 

Looking down at my wife with a big wad of semen across her chest, Grandpa said, "Good kids, good. That was really good. Now I want you to rub that load all over those titties of yours. houseboy, you help her too. Rub that hot load all across those big ole titties."

With that my wife and I rubbed Grandpa's load all across her breasts as directed. We then picked up our uniforms and Grandpa said it was time to call it a night. He led us back down to the dungeon and into the servant quarters. We were ushered in and Grandpa bid us a good night before sliding the door shut. My wife and I snuggled together and discussed how we each found the day thrilling. We found that we were still too excited to sleep so we had sex twice more that night. We wondered whether or not Grandpa was watching us through the cameras that were inside the servant quarters. We could both smell and feel his sticky semen that was blown over my wife's breasts, as if it were a constant reminder of Grandpa. We finally fell asleep in a warm embrace upon bare mattresses without covers and looking out the caged window.



Dominant Memoirs Ch. 00: Introduction



This is an introduction to my life as a Dominant, and tells how I got started as a Dominant and about the wife of the Dominant who mentored me.

Siobhán was my oldest submissive. She turned 70 last June (2014)

Siobhán is someone I am very close to. Her husband, Michael, made me what I am, in the early 2000's. He was a Dominant and in our working lives, he was my boss - this is how I came to know him. He and I became good friends - in many ways, he was like an uncle to me. He mentored me at work, and in my personal life, he mentored me also.

Michael took me into his confidence one night when we were talking about women. I was telling him how unsatisfied I was with the women I met, and how frustrated I was - I explained to him that I wanted to sexually control women in a way that did not hurt them, and in a way that they wanted to be controlled and that any woman I had been with had not wanted this.

Michael told me about his sexual practises, with his wife, and with other women. He explained that he was a dominant. He offered to explain to me in depth and to show me.

And he really did show me. He introduced me to his wife Siobhán and they took me under their wing. Although they were married and they had a grown family, Siobhán was also his submissive. They also introduced me to other submissives and taught me how to dominate them in a kind and caring manner, in a way that was just as enjoyable for them as it was for me - safe words, how to inflict pain without causing harm, how to be engage in BDSM safely. I quickly found what I had been missing from my life - a need to dominate, but in a way that did not put women off.

Siobhán also took me as her lover during this time. I was still in my 20s and she was much older - in her late 50's. Of course Michael knew and actively encouraged it. Siobhán taught me about women and sexuality and how they like to be pleasured. Things I already knew about but things that I also needed more experience of were what she taught me most about. The g-spot, the clitoris, the wonders of cunnilingus - all these things I learned from Siobhán. She also taught me how to be inside a woman and hold on before an orgasm. The most important thing that she taught me was how wonderful women are, and how much they should be worshipped and cared for - especially by Dominant men. Siobhán taught me a lot, both about women, and about sexuality.

After my training, I found out there was a developed "scene" in existence via Nimhneach and the like - but nobody in the circles I was in would ever go there. They value their privacy - in some cases, there would be public attention if it was made known that some of this circle were doing what they do in a more public setting.

When Michael died, Siobhán was devastated. She had lost her soulmate. I offered her emotional support and friendship. Eventually, she became my submissive.

Siobhán's submission took the form of an extreme form of masochism. She was so sexually aroused by the pain caused by firm bare-bottom spanking and also by use of the strap and a hard 12 stroke caning that she had multiple orgasms and squirted when she masturbated or when a vibrator was applied to her clitoris immediately after the spanking.

This is how and why she submitted to her husband, and how she submitted to me. The why is somewhat more complicated - she had not had a lover since Michael and did not want one, despite the fact that we had been lovers years earlier. But she did want sexual satisfaction and the orgasms she used to have. So I dominated her, she submitted, and she had her orgasms.

In the last few months of our D/s relationship, both Siobhán and I noticed that her sexual responses were not what they were. She had fewer multiple orgasms and was not as able for hard impacts. Siobhán was getting older, and her sexual drive and physical health were not what they used to be. She told me, after some consideration, that she had decided she would be stopping her BDSM practises altogether once she turned 70.

Our final sessions were filmed for both our posterities. We were hooded to protect our identities, but our sessions continued as normal aside from that. They will never be shared, but we both have them to remember our times together.

I will always remember never wanting them to start, because I knew it meant that they would soon stop for good.

I have moved on now, but I still miss Siobhán very much.



Dominant  Mistress For Muslim Slave



Black men are pathologically afraid of dominant women with strap-on dildos, it seems. My name is Rosa Thompson, and I'm a young woman of British descent living in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. I moved there from my hometown of Gloucester in southwestern England. I attend the University of Toronto, where I major in Criminology. For fun I like to go out with friends and have a fun, and I also like to engage in some kinky stuff as well. That's why I joined the website Fetlife. I like to dominate men. I like to tie them up and spank them, and I also like to penetrate them with my MANY strap-on dildos. 

In England, I topped Hindu guys, Arab guys and even some Chinese dudes. I decided to get myself a Black male submissive, because I've always wanted to dominate a tough Black guy. Why a Black man? Well, Black men are seen as tough and resilient the whole world over. They scare a lot of people because they're so loud and manly. Dominating a Black man presents a challenge for me as a White dominatrix. I don't deal with sissies, cross-dressers or any other weirdoes. I like to tame manly men of color, they're my weakness. When most people meet me, they almost always mention my height and looks. I stand six feet two inches tall, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I am muscular, fit and strong. 

I started doing bodybuilding around nine years ago. Today, at the age of twenty six, I am well-built, with well-defined muscles. I think I could enter a bodybuilding competition and win. Anyhow, I left good old England because I wanted to see the continent of North America for myself. I visited the City of Boston, Massachusetts, with my parents a year ago and I absolutely loved it. I checked out the City of Toronto, Ontario, and loved it even more. That's why I chose Canada over the United States for my international studies. Toronto seemed by far the most exciting town in North America. I checked out New York City and found it a bit too much. The City of Toronto is just right for me.

I'm the type of woman who gets bored easily, that's why I've got to make my own fun, I guess. When I joined Fetlife, I found myself bombarded with friend requests from random guys. I joined a group for White women into Black men, and for the most part I liked the discussions. Things got dicey when I brought up the subject of my love of pegging. One of the Black guys on the board automatically assumed that I used my strap-on dildos to fuck White men. How narrow-minded and presumptuous of him, don't you think? Seriously, as much as I like those sexy dark-skinned guys out there, sometimes they get on my blasted nerves. I started a thread stating plainly and clearly that I am a White woman who likes to fuck Black men in their arses with my big strap-on dildo. What do you think their response was? Brace yourselves for this one, ladies and gentlemen.

You would have thought that all hell had broken loose, judging by the response from the locals. One guy who called himself Ebony BBC ( which stands for Big Black Cock ) accused me of being a racist for dominating men of color in the bedroom, even though he had scores of pictures of himself fucking White women on his profile. It's funny how Black guys who like to dominate White women in and out of the bedroom don't see anything wrong with that but they're quick to cry racism and bigotry the moment they see a White woman with a strap-on dildo standing over a dark-skinned guy. What a load of bullshit! Oh, well. I guess that two can play this game. 

I fought back, constantly berating the Black guys who called me out for being a White dominatrix seeking submissive Black men. It got so heated in there that one of the group moderators, a lovely White chick with red hair, had to step in. Diplomatically, she reminded the irate Black guys that this was a group for White women into Black men, and that all kinds of Black men were looking for all kinds of White women. Among Black men on this site, there seemed to be many disturbing similarities. Almost all of them called themselves Black Dick, Black Dong, Black Master Cock or something along those lines. They emphasized their sexual attributes rather than their personalities or other interests. Yep, these Black guys embraced every stereotype about Black men while online. I found that kind of funny and also kind of sad at the same time. Whatever happened to intelligent, thoughtful Black men who read books, went to schools, and had interests other than quick sex with as many White women as possible? Did such Black men go extinct while I crossed the Atlantic? I sincerely hope not!

By the time the thread about White mistresses with strap-on dildos and Black male submissive types was closed by the group moderators, there were well over a hundred responses. Most of the Black guys who replied had the same opinion. They felt that the White woman's place was on her knees, sucking the Black man's dick. No White female dominant should be allowed to exist. Apparently, dominant White women weren't welcome anywhere near Black men, not even on a group for White women into Black men. These bozos had no problem using self-serving arguments like historical racism, anti-male sentiment in today's culture and things of that nature to cover up their own obvious insecurities. They felt that any Black man who allowed a White woman ( or any woman ) to do him in the butt with a strap-on dildo was a pervert, a fruitcake, a faggot and less than a real man. Wow. So many Black men are so intolerant and narrow-minded, even on a website dedicated to the fetish lifestyle!

I had just about given up hope until someone contacted me two days after the thread closed. A tall, good-looking Black man who lived in the City of Mississauga, Ontario. His online name was Brutus Magnesium but he introduced himself as Ibrahim Kader, a Muslim gentleman of Somali descent and a newcomer to the BDSM lifestyle. He told me he considered himself a submissive, and was eager to explore his submissive side with an understanding lady. I ended up giving him my number and we talked for a week before I agreed to meet him for coffee. Ibrahim Kader showed up at the Tim Horton's near Seneca College ( which he attended ) wearing a red silk shirt, dark gray tie and Black silk pants. He looked pretty damn good. We had a good time talking over coffee and donuts, then we stepped out for a little walk. I found him really interesting, and agreed to try him out as a potential sub.

Ibrahim Kader the Somali stud showed up at my place the following night, and once I explained the rules to him, we got our fun under way. I made him get naked, and ordered him to suck my toes. He did as he was told with such enthusiasm that he brought a smile to my face. Afterwards, I bent him over and spanked his ass. He was a real screamer, howling as I spanked him. I laughed, and told him he hadn't felt anything yet. The most fun part of our session came when I ordered Ibrahim to spread his arse cheeks wide open. The tall Somali guy did as I told him. I lubricated his ass, then pressed my condom-covered strap-on dildo against his butt hole. Ibrahim groaned as I penetrated him. 

I took my sweet time as I fucked him with my dildo, taking care not to wreck his ass since it was his first time. Nevertheless, I made him scream as I pounded his ass with deep, slow thrusts. I filled his ass with my strap-on dildo, showing this Muslim dude how dominant us Western ladies can be. We're not like the women where he's from. We're not afraid to show men who's the boss. Ibrahim loved what I did to him so much that he came all over himself. I pulled the strap-on dildo out of him, and made him polish it with his tongue ( after removing the used condom from it ). I rubbed his head patronizingly as he did as I told him, then dismissed him. I made him take a shower before he left. Yeah, I had a lot of fun with Ibrahim Kader, the tall and handsome Muslim stud from Somalia. I guess he had fun too because he texted me the following day, begging for another session. I laughed and told him to clear up his weekend, which he happily did. Obedience to female authority is such a wonderful quality in a man! 



Dominant Orders



I've told you to draw me a warm bath with a lot of bubbles. You obey. You are bound to my orders and must follow my every command and desire.

Standing in the middle of the room, I have you undress me. Slowly, undoing the buttons on my silk dress. They flow from the nape of my neck all the way to my ass. You see, this is a 'special' dress. The front is made of lace and a solid fabric. The neckline and the back, however, is completely lace, and somewhat revealing. These buttons are covered in fabric and become slightly difficult for your fingers to unfasten. This delay only makes me hotter for my plans. As your fingers continue down the middle of my back, the garment slowly eases off my shoulders, half concealing and half revealing my supple bosom. This fabric softly caresses my skin as it begins to lower down off my torso. But it gets only so far, as your hands continue to undress me, I can feel your hardening cock pressing against my ass, and between the cheeks, right through the fabric. Sensing this pleases me, you linger your cock, just under my crack, and tease it slowly moving it around my opening, rubbing so gently.

Your hands have made some progress with these damn buttons. I insisted on dressing this way to prolong the event, as it stimulates me and you see this pleases me. I lower my hips, my ass touches your cock......oh, I'm getting so wet. Finally the final button that allows the garment to fall to my feet is undone. Standing there, in my 'glory', you admire your desires. My nipples are perked and hard, goosebumps on the breast, in its erection.

I command you to disrobe, and I assist. My expert mouth finds its way to your bulging fly, and my teeth grasp on to the zipper, eager to set you free. On my knees in front of you, I look up to your handsome face. Your jeans are hanging from your hips, and I see you have surprised me with no undergarments! I love it when you do that. Our eye contact firmly held, I slip my hands through the open fly, and free your member. Your stance widens, providing adequate balance for my ministrations. My hands assist my mouth in completely freeing your erect penis, and through my awaiting lips. My deep red lipstick smearing all over the growing shaft, outlines my efforts. Your cock tastes so good tonight, and I show you how much.

Flicking the tip of the head with my tongue, I reach up and take hold of your balls, and knead them. You jerk back in delight and then quickly return to your stance. Your hands reach down to assist my head, bracing it, from the forceful entries into my moist, warm, orifice. You can feel my teeth as the pass along the shaft, digging in slightly, almost causing you pain. A glorious pain, you desire. Pumping your hard pole into my mouth, and down to my throat, I begin to sing, and the vibrations can be felt on your ass by my hands as they caress your firm muscles.

OOOOOhhhhh... I say... on your dick as it moves in and down my throat,

almost gagging me. I love it and want it deeper still. Pushing my hands on your ass so your cock is forced further still into my throat, I shudder, hhhhhhhh... under my breath.

Hearing the tub has filled, we pause. I instruct you to carry me into the deep pool. Once deposited in the foam, I order you to bathe me. We own many interesting tools and toys for such labors. You select a large sponge mitt and insert your cock into it. Directing the mitt on your cock, you begin with my breast. I lay down on my back into the water to facilitate your motions. Floating there, with my ears under the water, I can hear Bolero on the stereo, even here under the water. And I smile. My tits are completely erect and the bodies firm under your cleansing motions. I look into your eyes, and faintly detect a smile, though you deny it.

Slowly your mitt eases down my arms to my hands, where I wring out the suds of the mitt onto my belly. Your hard cock then positions itself over my lower pelvis and begins to work, cleaning me thoroughly. Between my legs, your mitt takes extra time to assure your work is effective. As I float by, I finally release you from your labors, removing the mitt from your manhood, and you take me, while I float. Bracing yourself on the sides of the jacuzzi, you turn on the jets, adding foam. The pumping of the water is in time to your pumping me. Your hard cock is deeply within my vault, withdrawing my precious deposits.

Wrapping my legs around your waist to ground my floating body, your penis inserts deeper into my hole. My back arches in delight! oooooohhh, I groan. You bend down, penis in place, and begin to suck on my rosy breasts. The jets swirling the warm water on my naked body turns it into a exhilarating blushing tone. As my thighs squeeze onto your torso, you can feel I am close to climax, and bite my nipple. So hard in fact that I see a small trickle of blood on your chin when you look into my eyes for commands.

As if by my own command, my loins are sufficiently charged, and I make you rest your ass on a bench we have on the side of the tub. Sitting sideways,

with me on your lap, my legs around your waist, I sit up and kiss you longingly on the mouth. My body rising and falling, your head connected to mine, we move as one. On my command, I release you, demand your charge!

And you obey. We lay lingering, floating adrift our own foam within the foam of the tub, for hours...



Dominant Pupil



I gave my cat a stroke before gently shoving it over and sitting next to it on my sofa. It gave a meow of complaint but obviously wasn't too bothered as it soon curled its paw over it's eye and went back to blissful sleep as I picked up the pile of essays from my English leavers class. These were the kids that really hadn't been old enough to leave at the start of term, had turned 18 during term and were pretty much counting down the days until the end of term so that they could escape the hell that was their school days. It really wasn't much fun teaching the class but it paid the bills. I took the first one from the top and snorted in derision as I saw it was Darren Miller's. Darren was a bit of a wannabe thug, well built, muscled, acted so tough and so cool. He certainly had never shown much ambition on scholarly attitudes. But my derision quickly turned to something else as I read his efforts at a short 'romantic' story. I've corrected the spelling and grammar but below is pretty much what he had written.

"That Bastard teacher Mr. Jones (my name!) had kept me back for detention again! I hadn't done anything except tell that slut Michelle Gayle how fine she was looking in her whore skirt. But he took exception to that, fucking faggot that he is. So anyway, when all the rest of the class had gone it was just me and him in the class and I could tell he was checking me out, like he fancied me. Everyone at school said he was queer and I could see he was well impressed with me. I mean who wouldn't be?

Anyway, after he was staring at me for near five minutes I got up and stood in front of his desk and confronted him, like. Told him straight.

"What you looking at man?"

He was rattled, didn't like being caught out like that and he couldn't look at me, he stammered and mumbled some response but I ignored him.

"You like me do you? You like young meat?"

The old fag was nearly wetting himself and he actually admitted he did, then tried to take it back, he was embarrassing. So I decided to humiliate him, show him his place.

"Bet you'd like a bit of black cock, wouldn't you? Bet you never had none, have you? Well get over here on your knees and beg and I might let you taste it."

He broke just like that, he got down and crawled over to me while I let my dick out and I made him beg to kiss it. He did like a little bitch and soon enough I fucked his faggot mouth with it. Showed him what happens when you mess with me!"

And that was it. A terrible story to be sure and pretty much enough for me to get him expelled, though I doubt he cared. It bothered me though for a couple of reasons. I had heard the rumours that I was gay at school before just because I didn't have a girlfriend or wife but I ignored them. But most concerning of all was the fact I was sporting a massive erection by the time I had go to the end of Darren's charming little tale!

I was bemused and not a little concerned by this development. The story was pathetic really, the scrawling of an obviously deluded and sick mind. And yet it had such a profound effect on me, it had affected me and for the rest of the evening I could not shake the imagery, the symbolism or the thought of that bloody story. I went to bed that night still hard and spent the night tossing and turning and unable to shake the image of me on my knees sucking Darren's dick.

The next day dragged until my English class last thing. I haven't yet decided how to deal with this. I know I should have reported the story to the head of my Department and Darren would have been either suspended or expelled. But I didn't. I thought about it, then thought some more and the more I thought the less confident I was about what to do. When his class entered I couldn't even meet Darren's eyes but towards the end I decided to act and told him to stay behind after class as I wanted to speak to him. He just grinned at me. I wondered if I knew what I was doing.

When the other kids rushed from the room Darren remained looking cocky at his desk. I still found it hard to look at him so I turned back to my desk, found his essay and turned back, dropping it on his desk.

"This, Darren, is not acceptable work. I don't know what you are trying to prove but I want you to take this essay and get rid of it then hand in a replacement one, a decent one this time, by tomorrow."

He smirked.

"What's the matter bitch? Was it not spelled correctly or something? 'Cause I know you like what happened."

I didn't even pick him up on calling me bitch. I just stood there and stammered until he pointed his finger at my crotch and to my eternal embarrassment there was a very definite, very obvious bulge pointing out in my trousers. I stood stunned and Darren reached the same hand out and cupped my balls through my linen trousers.

"Go and lock your door and draw the blinds on it. Then you can take off all your clothes and get on your knees. Don't argue, you know you want to bitch."

This was my last chance to back out of this and we both knew it. I could stand up to him and order him from the classroom if I really wanted to, but I guess I wasn't thinking with my brain anymore. I moved like a zombie to the door, paused, then locked it and pulled the blinds. The cleaners would not be round for at least an hour and none of my colleagues would bother with the door closed. My class was on the third floor of the school building so it wasn't like anyone was going to see in. I could not believe I was going to do this, could not understand what was compelling me to do this but I turned and looked at the smirking pupil.

"Let's see what you are packing teach. See how your pathetic little weener stacks up against mine."

"Darren, I don't think.."

I broke off because he sharply go to his feet and march up right in front of me and stared hard into my eyes before he barked at me.

"Listen bitch, what you think doesn't fucking matter anymore. You do what I tell you, understand? Good. Now take your fucking clothes off so I can get a good laugh at you."

His stare burrowed into me and I think I was physically shaking as I backed down and obediently started to unbutton my shirt. He nodded and moved back to sit on his desk, arms crossed as I continued to strip off. I paused when down to just my boxer shorts, suddenly aware again of how dumb this was. It's my job, my career, maybe even more on the line here and all for what? A cheap thrill? What on earth was I doing?

"Those as well bitch, let's see what you got in there, it seems keen enough to get out!"

I was still sporting a hard ridge which was even more obvious now that I was just in my shorts. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I hooked my thumbs into the belt of my shorts and with one last look up at the goading black eighteen year old I pushed the shorts to my ankles and stepped out of them and stood up totally striped naked before him. Darren stifled his amusement badly, pointing and laughing at me. I burned with more shame but the weird thing was it was arousing me more and more. My humiliation was complete when Darren picked up a ruler from my desk and held it against my short, fat cock. He deliberately measured it short and shouted out.

"Four inches! Four inches! Fucking hell, I was bigger than that in Primary school!"

With a swiftly flurry of his hands he whipped his own dick out and he was not lying, it was a monster, at least to my eyes. Seven inches and as thick as mine and he wasn't even nearly properly hard yet. I stared at it and knew what I would be doing to it before long. I was disgusted with myself, with what I had allowed to happen to me. He watched me intently, leaving me alone for a short time before giving me more orders.

"You like it? You want to get nearer? Worship it? Maybe even taste it? Yeah, I bet you do. But first you are going to wank yourself off bitch. You are not going to suck me while turned on, you will do it with a limp dick and guilt and shame in your mind. Now get on your knees and cum for me. Yeah, look at my big, black dick while you do it!"

My body betrayed me again and I slowly sunk to my knees on he cold, hard wooden floor. I was inches from his beautiful member and I could not take my eyes off it as it twitched and slowly straightened as I began playing with myself.

I was so turned on, I could not remember ever feeling like this, it felt as if I could cum almost without touching my dick. I gripped it hard and began pumping it furiously, the need to cum overpowering now. Darren could see I was near the edge so he stepped forward, gripped his own semi -erect cock and began to slap it hard against my face contemptuously. It was so degrading and humiliating being treated like this by a male pupil who was more than half my age, his youth seeming to make a mockery of my life up to this point. At a particularly hard slap of his dick across my nose I tensed up and felt my balls boil over and spat out a load of cum onto the floor in front of me. I pumped on and got the lot out and once again Darren mocked me.

"Wow! Is that all you've got bitch? That is so fucking weak! I mean I've had third and fourth loads that were bigger than that!"

Even without his words the usual shame and guilt was washing over me after I came. I guess I was just so repressed and it was always the case that once I had cum I was instantly regretful and ashamed. I looked at his now stiff dick and didn't feel half as excited or aroused as I had, I just wanted to get out of here. I looked down at the small patch of my cum on the ground and that made my mind up, I pushed myself up to get to my feet but Darren grabbed me by the hair and forced me back to my knees.

"Where are you going teach? Just 'cos you got off don't mean we're finished. What about me? Thought you wanted this (said while bouncing his dick off my chin). Not now? Well tough fucking luck, you aren't going anywhere until I cum and I ain't using my hand like you, no, I'm using your face! Now open up bitch!"

Uurgh! I felt sick as I bowed to the inevitable and opened my mouth and he lanced his large dick into it. He had me over a barrel and we both knew I, I had chosen to strip naked and wank off before a pupil of mine and if he chose to tell on me I was truly fucked. Him making me cum before face fucking me was a cruel move as I could have handled this if I still had the promise of release but this way I was hating every moment of my denouement.

Darren was not gentle with me. He kept a firm grip on my hair and my ears as he plunged his huge member in and out of my gasping, sucking mouth. He went balls deep quickly on me and I gagged and felt my gorge rising. Darren did not care and held his dick there, his big balls balanced on my chin. I just kept my hands by my side and let the teenager fuck my face like that, after all wasn't this all my own fault, hadn't I all but asked to be treated like this? 

His dick smelled stale and musky and I fought not to think when he had last washed it but I knew the taste would live with me for all my days. What a sight I must have presented a forty year old white teacher on his knees blowing a hot young, black stud. And then, without warning his dick exploded in my mouth and wave after wave of cum fired down my throat. I choked on the first blast, unexpected as it was, and opened my mouth letting his dick from my lips. All that happened was he sprayed his cum all over my face, in my eyes, my nose and my hair until he finally stopped with my face literally dripping with his cum.

"Now that's a real load bitch, not that pathetic dribble of yours down there!"

Bringing my puddle of cum to mind gave Darren one further degradation for me to perform.

"And you can't leave that for the cleaners, no way so why don't you get down there and lick it up bitch, lick your own cum off the floor!"

Bizarrely I was starting to get hard again and aroused as I dropped to my belly and began to do what he said, lick my own drying semen up. Darren chuckled and turned to pack his school bag. He gave me one last instruction.

"You can go when you are finished bitch, but you are going to keep me back late tomorrow night too and you'll also keep Jade McNiven back as well with us."

With that he confidently strode to the door, flung it open and headed open leaving me, in full view of the open door, naked and on my belly, face covered in cum licking at the floor wondering what the next day would hold for me...



Dominant Returns for a Visit



Note: Thanks to a comment I have put together a second part to the first story. Please vote and leave feedback it is all helpful in further developements.

Months have passed since we met that first time in the hotel an hours drive from your home. The few hours we spent together leaving its mark on both of us fight it as two people can only to realize the pull of the force is stronger than the link holding us aground. Yes, we have continued to chat as often as possible the moments being both informative and solidifying. The inner desire to touch the flesh of one another, bubbling and growing, like the sunflowers reaching to capture the warmth of the blazing sun.

Having arrived in the city with the most sunshine in all of North America booked into a hotel at the base of the mountains. Settling in and sitting wondering if He will be able to see his precious girl this time seeing He had not warned her of His intentions. Early afternoon she would be slaving away at her work trying to find solutions to the problems that occur day in day out. Checking His phone to make sure He had cell service dialing her number His thumbs begin the text, backspaces and starts over again.

Perusing the 145 character limit of the text making sure that it is worded just so. "Dear precious one, am at the Tucson El Conquistador would be honoured to have you join Me for dinner either tonight or tommorrow," pressing send the first step was completed. Knowing that the answer might take awhile He sheds his travel wearing clothes and hops into the shower. The luxurious body lotion provided, lathers up, and instinctively as His hands wash over, the hardness begins to spring erect with the thoughts of his precious dark gemmed lady. Slowly with a deliberation the out and in strokes of his hand over the length of his manhood bringing about a deep tingling sensation, a filling of seed into his heavy sac, his eyes closing shut as the memories of the last time over at the Holiday Inn and the numerous scenes shared weekly online was enough for the eruption and shooting of semen out and onto the walls of the shower or the edge of the tub, a wobbly sensation coursing through his legs making him grip the walls for support oh how she thrills him.

Toweling dry he hears the phone alert him to an incoming text message. Reaching the phone the message is from her accepting the dinner invitation for that night. Calling downstairs to the dinning room making reservations, his mind is at a comfortable place the trip is now more than worth the effort, the hours ahead will cement the journey that these two will embark on together, and the physical possibilities are only limited by their imagination. Life brought together by the, World Wide Web, does have its advantages.

Arriving straight from work dressed in a casual pair of slacks, a loose fitting blouse, and a pair of heeled sandals, she looked radiant, the sun drenched skin glowing with a healthy sheen, the dark gems twinkling like night stars guiding the path, and the warmest smile that cut right through to the inner core. He led her into the dinning room and to the window seats where their table for two was set up so that the mountains loomed like protective giants guarding them. Placing their order not giving her the chance to flex but the opportunity to easily fall under His control and to let all the troubles and frustrations of the daily grind dissipate and are swallowed into the world she just left.

She told him of her day as his ears were all tuned to every syllable that spewed from her lips. He put her at ease and together they shared many laughs and moments of tenderness. Looking across the table deep into her eyes taking her hand into His asks her if she would like to join him for a nightcap in his room upstairs. Meekly she just shakes her head up and down so signing the bill adding it to his room charges they raise as the sun is setting over the mountains and head to the bank of elevators in silence.

Safely behind the door as if an exterior force was directing their every move her arms wrapped around Him as he pulled her in tight their lips sealed upon each other, the tongues dancing as the pit of her stomach felt that familiar feeling of lust, his mind committing every taste touch and moan to everlasting memory. His hands roaming up and down her spine trying to pull her tighter and at the same time influence the heat to spread along her spinal cord. Moving her to a place beside an armchair he suddenly stops breaks the kiss and whispers "strip my dear precious one!"

Stepping back watching as she slowly undoes the buttons of her blouse and seductively slides it over her shoulders and brings it in front covering up the lacey bra holding her magnificent breasts. Folding the fabric into a neat square and then placing it on the dresser his eyes following her every movement. The delicate hands slowly undoing the belt and the button as she shimmies the slacks over her hips letting them slide down to her ankles slowly revealing her well toned and tanned legs, his breathing changing as she stood and twirled before him in the black lace panties and bra. The tease having its affect, as He knew the tenting taking place in His trousers was very noticeable to her. Reaching behind her to unclasp her bra slightly leaning forward letting her ample breasts with the already erect nipples coming into view for His pleasure then hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties letting them slide to the floor where she caught them with her toe kicking her leg up to give him a quick glance at the already heated pussy.

Moving into her naked torso guiding her to the seat of the armchair he quickly binds her wrists with nylon ties, dropping to his knees he fastens her ankles to the legs of the chair, immobilized now he just steps back and admires the beauty sitting and secured to the chair. Pulling the night table to beside the chair lighting the candle giving off a nice vanilla cinnamon aroma, walking over to the alcove and retrieving the bucket of ice cubes. His devilish grin sending shivers through her body for she has now idea what is the next move of this man that has found a way to dominate her thoughts and bring her countless moments of pleasure over the past few months. 

Picking up the candle and tipping it the hot wax splashing over the side and down over her left breast instantly hardening upon touching her flesh, doing the same to her right breast the wax like a small river finding its way around the breast and down the ribs. Taking an ice cube into his hand and slowly rubbing it over her hardened nipples right beside the hot wax that has hardened. This combination of extreme sensations causing her hips to rise and fall on the chair, her eyes fluttering shut almost passing out from the abundant flow of erotic feelings reeling through her body. The melting ice trickling like a dripping faucet down her stomach and through her pubic region the ice cold drips of water lightly caressing her pulsating clit.

The cubes almost melted now as he gently inserts them into her hot pussy the heat almost melting them to water instantly. Placing four shrunken cubes into the folds and depths of her pussy he slowly pulls her to the edge of the chair and enter her with His hardness, the initial shock of the frozen ice, revolting the tip of his throbbing cock until he using mind over matter finally inserts driving the sloshing melted cubes back deep inside her walls, the hot friction of the thrusting and retracting of his steel member combined with the ice coldness of the cubes creating sensations that both shared.

"Oh yes, give it to me hard!" she screamed as her orgasm started from the top of her head, the mind loosing all composure as the thrills of release flowed like a mighty river down and out trying to sweep everything in its current.

"Yes, cum for Me now!" He rasped as the muscles of inner walls gripped and milked him at the same time her nectar was flowing over and around his cock mixing like the ingredients of a delicate desert.

The room seemed to spin and drop off as the explosion of their ecstasy was shared and the nerves, muscles and fibers of their physical bodies shuddered in the release of this awesome moment. Gaining back his control untying the restraints while still joined together, taking a deep breath picking her up from the chair and taking the few steps to the bed collapsing together in an embrace of exhaustion and sweet emotion the two began kissing soft butterfly type kisses rekindling the flames that had just burst into open fires.

She kissed every inch of his body as she slowly slid down the rippling chest, past the flattened stomach to take and clean the instrument that had just brought her the release that she had so dreamed of since their last time together. Licking and sucking away the mixture of their juices and swallowing all that she could, brining him back to the hardness that she knew would make her crest and peak again. With the agility of an Olympic athlete sliding on top of him she began to ride him like, Lady Godiva her golden locks flowing with the movements of her bobbing head as she went up and down like a silent elevator not missing a stop but drawing every ounce of seed from his core into his sac so that he would be drained into her. Her breasts bouncing and flaunting just inches away from his drooling mouth, the hardened nubs so thrusting towards him but this was her gift back to him and with a sudden stop and then the shuddering like the thunder of a summer storm she felt his squirt hit her deepest inner wall and then her muscles brought the rest of the squirts just as powerful as she let go a torrent of her honey falling onto his chest passed out from the rush of pleasure.

Together they rested and slept in each others arms on top of the bedding just the warmth and heat of their bodies keeping the cool night air from separating them.