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Meeting My Dom

By: Hunter_Johnson



Exiting the plane and walking the concourse to the baggage claim I keep one eye on the signs and the other looking for you. You agreed to meet me here and pick me up, but in our haste we forgot to determine where i would be meeting you. 

The trip has worn me out, but I'm still very excited to see you and finally hold you in my arms for the first time. Among other things. Waiting for my bags, I feel a presence behind me and I turn to see you. Petite, but strong, you're smiling a sly wonderful smile. 

Jumping into my arms I pull you into me and you wrap your arms around my neck. Looking up at me, your eyes burning with a fire deep inside. Pulling me down to you, we kiss a long soft kiss of passion and love. A kiss a long time in coming. 

You look at me, eyes narrow, a coy smile on your face. "You've been bad." Your voice is soothing but firm. I know you enjoy saying it and what it means. 

"Forgive me mistress." I whisper, smiling back. 

Pulling me down again to you again, you kiss me and bite my lip a little harder than most people would like. "We shall see pet."

A chill runs through my body as you reach up and stroke my hair. Your fingers gentle as they run over me. "You are so handsome, I can't wait." 

Taking me by the hand, we leave the airport and quickly find your car. The day is fading fast, the sun setting in peals of red and orange fire. It reflects in your eyes flashing like the edge of a whip. 

We make small talk, we chat, holding hands, teasing. I can feel my want growing inside me and the flushing of your cheeks tells me that you feel the same way. 

Arriving at your house, you help me with my luggage, only a couple small bags and a backpack, I travel light. Leading me through your house we put my bags in your bed room and then, without saying a word you lead me down into the basement. Unlocking a door you turn on a soft light and we stand together in your dungeon. Its clean, well lit, almost inviting, 

Turning to you, I see you smiling, you are very proud of this space. "You like?" 

"I love it." My voice soft, distant, mind engaged. 

"Good, you lose the clothes, I'll be right back." Pushing me into the room you close the door and I hear the click of the lock behind me. Slowly I do as I am told, carefully folding them and setting them in the corner. 

I know the chair is not for me and I do not sit on it, I sit on the floor, cross legged, eyes closed, waiting. Thinking of what amazing things you have planned and how I could ever make it up to you. 

I keep my eyes closed as you reenter the room, I have not been told to look and I will not. But temptation get the better of me and I open an eye to steal a glance. You are stunning. 

High black stiletto heals, legs clad in black lace stockings that end in frills in the middle of your thigh. Black french cut panties, elegant red and black corset, tight and firm, pushing your breasts up into perfect globes that threaten to burst forth. Around your neck a simple black choker made of silk and your hair hangs in lazy curls. 

"Open your eyes without my permission?" You raise and eye brow and tap the end of your riding crop in the palm of your hand the sound of the leather on skin supple. 

"This simply will not do," Taking a step toward me you lean down, dragging the riding crop up my neck and my chin. "Get up." 

Standing before you naked, I can't help but be aroused, but you take no notice, you begin inspecting me like a piece of property. Taking my chin in your hand, you turn my head side to side, making sounds of approval as you go. Your hand slaps my flanks feeling the muscle under the skin. 

Walking around me, you run your hand over my shoulder, across my back and down to my buttock, squeezing it hard before giving it a solid slap. I keep my eyes forward, not wanting to anger you more. 

Each step you take I can hear the click click click of your heals on the floor, you are behind me, I don't know what your doing and the anticipation is making me very aroused. 

"Turn around." you instruct. I do and see that you have prepared a cross bar with a pair of restraints hanging from it. I know what you have planned and what it means. 

Lifting one arm and securing it, you move to the other and ensure that I am immobile. You stand behind me, admiring the expanse of skin before you, the willingness of its owner to give you control of it. You feel yourself getting excited over this power. You like. 

Putting your chin on my shoulder, you whisper into my ear. "Bad, very very bad pet, first you look without permission, then you get hard? What ever shall I do with you." Nipping my ear you run a hand down my chest over my pelvis and just brush my erection. 

Stepping back you take a small cat of 9 tails in your hand, wrap the leather straps in your hand and snap it tight. The crack of leather makes me jump but the lack of any sensation serves only to wonderfully frighten me. 

"10 for having your eyes open, 5 for your erection, and 5 more just for me." You tell me very frankly. But I can hear a touch of pleasure in your words. You're enjoying this as much as I am. 

Crack! The first strike surprises me, you went a bit harder than I had expected and I let out a grunt of pain. It felt good, I liked it. "Thank-you mistress, I am sorry I offended you mistress." 

"You should be." You hope I didn't hear, but you sighed with relief that I didn't use the safe word, you hadn't hurt me badly. 

Crack, Crack, crack. The hits keep coming and each one feels good, I almost want more, but I also want it to end, I want to show my devotion to you. You are also enjoying it, the power and control you have. The last strike leaves a long red mark on my back and you step forward, kissing the wound softly. 

"Are you sorry?" Your voice tender and loving. 

"Yes my Mistress" I respond, breathless from the experience. 

"Good boy, good boy." You kiss my back again sending chills through my body as your fingers slide up my sides causing my back to arch. 

Releasing me carefully, you turn me to face you, you smile, run your thumb over my lips and shake your head a little. "No no no, you're not done, now you have to make it up to me." 

I nod, the marks on my back burning, but in a wonderful way, I feel alive and full of desire. Leading me with a single finger on my chin, you walk to the chair, turn and sit, admiring me as I stand there before you. 

"Down pet." You instruct, Dragging your finger down in front of me. 

I slowly kneel down, eyes lowered, waiting for your next instruction. It comes quickly and I crawl to you. 

Carefully you lift one leg, putting it on my back, spreading yourself before me. Pulling my head to you, I can smell your arousal, sweet and thick filling my senses. "Please me." You command, caressing my cheek. 

Moving forward I carefully pull your panties aside, the soft fabric on my fingers is amazing, but the vision of you before me is almost more than I can handle, I feel myself swell. My lips part and I carefully explore you, around your lips, over the hood, learning each shape, each curve of your body. 

My tongue dips inside you, pulling some of your wetness out tasting it on my lips, feeling your body shift under my touch. Your low moans my triggers, I crave them as much as I crave my own release. Fingers wrap into my hair and you pull me in closer, not letting me escape. 

Drinking from you, enjoying every inch of you, feasting upon you my body aches with its own desire. I want nothing more than to feel your orgasm on my face, to watch your body accept my gift of pleasure. 

Time seems to be lost as I worship you, I don't know how long it has been and I don't care. The only feeling I have besides the pleasure on my lips is the throbbing of my back and the ache between my legs. The sensations are heady and powerful. 

You don't warn me it's about to happen, why should you, your climax rushes up and flows over you. Waves of pleasure crash between your legs, and you pull my head into you even harder. I know its a powerful one from the way your heal digs into my back. 

Relaxing slowly, you are breathing deeply but calmly, a small smile cracking your lips. "Good pet, your mistress is pleased." You sit up, lean down and kiss my forehead. 

Dressed and relaxing on the couch together, my arms wrapped around you as we watch a movie I can still feel the erection between my legs and it keeps pressing into your back. Each time I can feel you wiggle a little as if saying hello to it. 

Then before I can say anything you look back up at me and smiling saying. "You're going to have that for a while, but we'll take care of it soon enough, I kind of like having you like this."

Meeting My Domme While Shopping Ch. 01



"Pick what breakfast cereal you want" instructed Christina, my wife as we gently wandered around the supermarket.

An innocent comment but when I followed it my life turned upside down. As I crossed the aisle to pick up my packet of Coco Pops I was nearly run down by a trolley. It banged into me and a wheel ran over my foot. I exclaimed and looked up to see who it was that had run me over and had the wind knocked clean from my sails as I recognised her. She didn't recognise me initially and began apologising profusely.

"Oh, sorry! Dash it, sorry, did I hurt you? Are you OK? Colin!?"

At that point she did recognise me and my heart plummeted down to my balls. You see the woman who had just accidentally bumped into me was also the Dominatrix I had been visiting on and off for the last couple of years. Worse still I had been making a real effort to break my addiction and hadn't visited her for nearly four months.

We stood and stared at each other for a few moments, all sorts of unsaid messages being passed by our eyes as my wife crossed over with our own trolley and asked.

"Are you OK Colin? Do you know this woman?"

As they stood side by side I was struck by their total contrasts. Christina is a very small, petite blonde. Slim, with long hair, green eyes and I have always thought very cute and inherently very nice, prim and proper. Allison ( or Mistress Allison as she was known to me) was a BBW with a very full figure, huge breasts, short, dark, spiky hair and looked and was very forceful and aggressive, even when she didn't mean to be. 

My brain froze for a moment at my wife's question until suddenly a brainwave hit me.

"Erm, this is Allison, we used to work together."

It was a good cover story at such short notice, now all I needed was Allison to go with it. There was a big smile on her face as I looked at her that I couldn't read and she stifled a laugh and remarked.

"Well, it was something like that anyway."

And I guess if you changed the middle two letters of work to an a and an n then it would have been accurate as I did in fact wank her on a few occasions.

"So how are you doing Colin? Is this your wife, why don't you introduce us?"

As I nervously introduced them to each other I couldn't help but think of all the things I had done with this woman that I was casually presenting to my wife of nine years. Christina nodded and treated Allison to one of her customary smiles and to my horror started to make small talk. This was a woman who had fucked me (with a strap on) in my ass and made me lick it clean. This was a woman whose piss I had tasted and drunk on numerous occasions. This was a woman who had gripped my balls and amused herself by squeezing the hell out of them. And she was now casually chatting to my dear wife!

I glanced down and saw Allison was wearing a pair of black leather boots and I recognised them! I had licked and kissed those self same boots more than once!

No doubt many would think I deserved my predicament. That visiting a Domme while married was tantamount to cheating. Perhaps. But I could not help the submissive side of my nature and the kinky feelings and impulses I had. And Christina was such a dear, sweet woman that I knew I could never reveal that dark side of my nature to her. She would have been horrified and probably taken it as some kind of fault on her part. So I had taken to visiting Domme's and finally settled on regularly visiting Mistress Allison. There I could be treated like the pathetic, submissive wimp that I fantasised about being and it allowed me to get on with the rest of my life alright before the overwhelming desire returned and I had to visit my Mistress again. I always removed my wedding band before a visit, so I doubt Allison knew I was married but who knows. And I insisted I could not be marked obviously in the sessions and so far Christina had never even come close to discovering my dirty secret.

To my eternal relief Allison moved on and so did we, pushing our trolleys in opposite directions. It seemed my secret was safe and while I was hard pushed to relax the fact I had survived this horrible chance meeting was something to be happy about. It was our weekly shop so we were while longer and as luck would have it Christina met one of her friends and was chatting to her while I hung around the magazine rack section, browsing the sports magazines and style magazines. As I looked at a cover of a film magazine with a sexy picture of Angelina Jolie on it I nearly jumped out of my skin as something jammed into my ass from behind. It was a cucumber and was being handles by Mistress Allison.

"Well worm, looks like you've been a very naughty boy, doesn't it?"

She moved beside me and, after a furtive glance around to make sure Christina was not in sight, I appealed to her.

"Listen Allison, I can't......aaah!"

I broke off and exclaimed (and quickly quietened my cry down lest I drew attention to us) because the mad bitch had just thrust her hand down the front of my jeans and unerringly found and grabbed my balls. She gave them a rough tug and squeeze and leaned towards me and hissed.

"It's Mistress Allison to you worm and don't you ever forget it. I'm enjoying watching you squirm bitch, didn't tell me you were married did you? I would have been even more severe if you had, is that why you kept your cute little slut secret from me?

She was tightening her grip to a really uncomfortable degree now and I nodded and squeaked out a pathetic, grovelling apology. Mistress Allison just snorted and continued her diatribe.

"What's the matter? Does blondie back there not play the types of games you like? Well just you remember this wimp, I know you now and I know your wife so you'd better make an appointment to come see me soon or else who knows what I might say the next time I bump into little wifie."

Finally, she released her death grip on my nuts and I sighed with relief, but she wasn't finished.

"Do you recognise the boots I'm wearing bitch?"

"Y-Yes, M-Mistress."

"Then you'll know what I expect you to do to them worm, won't you?"

Oh god. Her harsh tone and stern demeanour was giving me an erection despite my sore balls and I knew I daren't deny her demand. Nervously glancing around I dropped to my knees and made a half hearted attempt at tying my shoes lace before leaning forward and licking the toe of her right boot. She pushed her foot forward and I obediently opened my mouth and took as much of the pointed, patent leather boot in my mouth and sucked it.

"That's it bitch, you should remember your place. I fucking own your ass and you will do exactly as I say. Now get up before anyone notices what a fucking pathetic wimp you are and run back to your skinny cunt of a wife and I better hear from you quickly or I'll find her and tell her the whole fucking truth!"

I scampered off suitable pathetically and by the time I mad e it back Christina had just finished speaking to her friend and we checked out with my wife none the wiser to my close shave.

*

As luck ( or perhaps not) would have it, Christina was due to be away that weekend for a friends hen weekend. So I drove her to the train on Friday morning and had the whole weekend to myself. Left with various chores to be done around the house I left them and made an appointment to go and see Mistress Allison on the Friday evening.

"Well aren't you just the mysterious little fucker? Who would have guessed a wimp like you would be married, and to such a little hottie as that?"

She demanded this while sitting her hairy cunt directly on my mouth and forcing me to lick her out. Up to then our sessions had been away from the sexual but she seemed to get an extra thrill doing it now with the knowledge that I was married. Although the question was rhetorical I couldn't answer if I wanted as my tongue was lapping away desperately at her horrible smelling and tasting cunt, desperately hoping to please her with my efforts. To my disgust she soon slipped forward and it was her fat ass crack that my tongue slid into and I was instructed to clean her ass.

After that she used her strap on and fucked both my mouth and my ass (using just my saliva to lubricate it) and made quite the show of take pictures on her digital phone as she did so. I really should have objected but you know I'm just naturally submissive and Allison was really starting to take advantage of that and I was too weak to stop her.

As she slid in and out of my asshole she taunted me with questions about my wife.

"Is she as tight as this? Does she take it in the ass? No, I bet not! She doesn't look the type. Mmm! What a though to be the one to take her anal cherry, eh? I bet you'd like to watch tat, wouldn't you worm, yeah you could watch while I turn your prissy little wife into the wanton slut you wish she was!"

I can't deny the thought did turn me on. But also I didn't want that for Christina, didn't think she would like it at all and didn't think she could handle a bull like Mistress Allison. Still I didn't say anything, I just concentrated on getting ass fucked.

When she was done, of course she stuffed the dildo back into my mouth and forced me to lick and suck my own shit off her fake cock and with the time on our hour running out she dropped the bombshell she had been building to all session.

"Now worm, I've got a bit of homework for you. First, I want to see that sexy little wife of yours as God intended, naked! Now shut up, don't you dare interrupt me. You will either get pictures of her naked or footage of the two of you fucking and in naked action for the next time you visit me and you will hand it over so I can fully enjoy it. And that visit better be within the next month, understand? Good. Also, you will let me know the next time you two are planning a shopping trip to the supermarket we met last time, I want to meet you two again. Thirdly, take these."

She handed me a pair of very pink, very frilly women's panties.

"You will make sure that when we do meet 'accidentally' in the supermarket that you are wearing these. Understand bitch?"

Oh I understood only too well. Far from being just a paid for Dominatrix Mistress Allison was starting to take steps to control my life and there was nothing I could do to stop it, whether I wanted to or not. She had incriminating fotage of me sucking her dildo and being fucked in the ass with it. She had her word and now knew what my wife was called, what she looked like and where she shopped. I was under no illusions that I must try to meet all her demands and keep her happy or my life could all come crashing down around my ears.

* In reality it proved pretty easy to do what Mistress Allison had demanded. Upon my wife's return from her exhausting weekend she immediately took out her contact lenses and had a shower. I sat in the bedroom and watched TV as I waited for her to emerge and catch up on all that she had been up to. With the volume nice and high I was able to snap off a couple of pretty good nude snaps of her as she entered the bedroom before she towelled herself off and she never heard the tell-tale click of my phone camera or saw what I had done. Later, as I downloaded the pictures and send them to Mistress Allison I had a quick wank while staring at my hot, naked wife, she really was very sexy.

I got the footage too that night. After two nights away Christina was horny and sensing as much I set up the video camera in the room, aimed it at the bed and zoomed in and when she came to bed I got up to 'shut a window' and turned it on on my way back. Straight from there we made love on top of our bed and I fucked her in the missionary position and I came inside her before finally getting her off with my fingers. I lifted the camera up on the way out the next morning and stopped on the way to work to watch the footage. Ok sometimes we were off camera but on the whole it was a decent sex tape and I posted it through Mistress Allison's door on the way home that night.

I was proving to be a real worm. A real man would have stood up and never done such terrible things. I had totally betrayed my beautiful wife by my sneaky actions but I was no longer able to resist the power that Mistress Allison held over me and when later that day Christina suggested we should go shopping on Thursday night I immediately texted the information to my Domme.

Come Thursday night Mistress Allison instructed me to text her when we left and to make sure I was wearing my panties for the trip. I did both with a last minute trip to the toilet before we left and I spent the whole trip to the supermarket feeling guilty as hell and fidgeting in case my jeans rode down and my humiliating underwear was exposed. 

I made it though and as far as I could make out Christina hadn't noticed anything wrong. We bumped into Allison early in the shop, Christina remembered her and we chatted briefly before moving on. If anything she was dressed even less like the domme she was this time, in a flowery top and skirt and sandals. I briefly eyed her toes knowing that I had sucked them many times before and even been made to lick between them when the mood took her. I went on for a few minutes then doubled back to get something that I had forgotten and caught up with Allison.

"Show me you are wearing them."

She abruptly demanded, all vestiges of the nice woman she was when Christina was there long gone. I glanced around and slowly pushed my jeans down so she could see the pink frills beneath. That evidently wasn't enough though and Mistress Allison moved behind me, reached down and grabbed both sides of the panties and hauled them up viciously. I had to bite my lip to avoid squealing out as the wedgie worked itself on my poor balls and ass crack. 

"Leave them like that bitch. Thanks for the pics and the video by the way, damn your wife is a sexy piece of ass. When you go to load your car you'll find me at my car with the hood up. I want you to come over and offer to help and then after give me a lift home, you'll drop off little wifie first before taking me on and you'd better have those panties still wedged as tightly as I just made them, understand?"

I didn't really but nodded and walked gingerly back to catch up with Christina. The rest of the evening went as Mistress Allison had planned. We found her in full on damsel in distress mode and she chatted some more with Christina while I looked under the hood and proclaimed it a job for a mechanic. Allison said her brother could come and fix it in the morning if we could just give her a lift. We did and I dropped Christina off with the shopping and got back in the car to drive Allison when she snarled.

"Get your trousers off bitch, you'll drive me about in just your panties. Oh and guess what? Now I know where you live."

Digesting this horrible realisation I undid my belt in the car and rolled off my jeans then began chauffeuring her about in just my tightly wedged pink panties, hoping that I wouldn't be stopped or spotted. As I drove my Domme about see took great pleasure in reaching over to alternately squeeze and punch my balls. In the end I was delighted to get her back to her car in the supermarket.

There she informed me that she didn't want to see me for at least 4 weeks but that I should send any more pics I got of Christina ( undressed on not) in the meantime. I definitely did not think this was over or that things were going to get any better before they got a whole lot worse.

* I heard and saw nothing from Mistress Allison for a month. She did not reply to my emails with any more photos of Christina though I continued to obediently send them, feeling heelish every single time I did. I was puzzled and confused at her demand for this not seeing her, after all I paid her for each visit, why would she not want that? I was relived too, although it had been exciting and arousing meeting her in the supermarket like that and being so close to public humiliation there was also a part of me that hoped it was all over and that she had tired of me.

That hope was callously destroyed one night though, over a month since I had seen or spoken to my Domme, when I arrived home from work to find Christina and Mistress Allison sitting sharing a tea and a laugh in our living room!

I was stunned but tried not to let it show. They seemed to be getting on well and Christina took pleasure in explaining.

"Oh Colin, Allison just popped round with this (holding up a bottle of wine)."

"Yeah, I just wanted to thank you both for helping me with my car a few weeks ago. I would have been round sooner but I've been away."

"Oh you shouldn't have bothered" said Christina, "But it's very kind of you and it was no problem helping you, wasn't it Colin?"

"Erm, yeah. No problem Mis.., ah, Allison."

Allison gave a slight smirk as I nearly called her Mistress, she was obviously enjoying my discomfort.

"Yes, and I was just in the process of stealing your lovely wife away from you this Friday evening."

I must have looked startled at this revelation but the women just giggled and Allison went on.

"Oh not anything sinister, just asking her to come around to my place for a party that I'm throwing, you know one of those where you host a party and sell various stuff. One of my other friends is organising it and I'm hosting so I want as many girls there as possible."

I did not like the sound of that but Christina appeared quite happy to go and I knew better to fuck with Mistress Allison's plans. I just nodded and excused myself to go upstairs to go and get changed. As I started to descend our stairs to rejoin them Allison came up them, apparently headed to the loo. She barely stopped but leaned in on the way past and hissed.

"You will make an appointment for before Friday night this week."

I stammered and stuttered but she just hissed again.

"Do it worm, you know what I have, I wonder what Christina would think to her nude pictures being posted to all your neighbours?"

With that abhorrent thought she walked past and went to take a piss in my bathroom. This whole situation was frankly getting well out of my control.

*

I went on the Thursday, using my lunch hour and claiming a hospital appointment right after to get me sufficient time to visit my Domme. I was determined going into her home that I would nip this all in the bud. It was unacceptable that she held film and pictures of Christina, that she knew where we lived and was now making moves to befriend my wife. But my resolve crumbled the minute I saw her. The last couple of times I had seen her she was dressed normally, this time when she opened the door her large frame was squeezed into a rubber Nazi SS uniform style costume and she had the attitude to match. Her mood and manner was to treat me like I was the most worthless piece of shit and she spoke to me with the utmost disdain.

After she had demanded her payment she ordered me to strip naked and when I took too long she started to slap me in the ass and around my head. I cowered and sped up and made no objections when she took my wrists and handcuffed them behind my back. She had tied me up before but I had never felt quite so nervous as this time and that was only increased ten fold when the door opened and in walked to hulking young black men that Allison greeted cordially before pointing at me and saying.

"There he is, you know what needs to be done, I'll be over here filming it."

What followed was nothing short of my rape at the hands of these two men. I made to object as the men came towards me but got a slap across my face and a warning to 'shut up bitch!' from Mistress Allison as she picked up a camcorder and recorded my denouement. The men pushed me to all fours and then undressed. They were both reasonably well hung (certainly bigger than mine, which was irritatingly hard at that moment) and I was soon given a proper chance to judge as the knelt before me and took turns fucking my throat with their hardening dicks. I choked and gagged on their black meat and slobber and slavered but I was helpless to do anything other than kneel there and take this treatment. Mistress Allison recorded it all while smoking a succession of cigarettes.




Meeting My Domme While Shopping Ch. 01



After that one of them broke off and worryingly moved behind me. My concern was justified as I felt him spit down onto my ass crack then use his fingers to work the saliva into my ass. I wanted to cry out but the other guy realised this and shoved his dick even deeper into my throat and then start to roughly fuck it. Then I was taken from behind, wincing as a thick, black dick slowly wormed it's way into my ass and then start to move in and out, fucking me.

I was spit roasted like that for some time and then the guys swapped ends so that I could taste my own shit. They finished up with both spilling their large loads of cum all over my face while Mistress Allison zoomed in on my distressed, cum covered face. 

They released my wrists and we all got dressed without saying anything. Finally, once I was ready to leave Allison walked up to me and snarled.

"I guess you didn't enjoy that so much did you bitch? Well that's just a bit more evidence for me to keep to make sure you keep being a good boy and do exactly what your Mistress tells you to do, eh? Good. Well right now your Mistress is telling you to fuck off back to your work. But first, two things. You will offer to drive your wife to mine tomorrow night for the party and then offer to come and collect her so she can have a few drinks with the girls. Secondly, take this butt plug, when you come here tomorrow night to pick up Christina it had better be buried in your asshole, because I will be checking!" I did not get much work done that afternoon. I spent most of it reliving my ordeal mentally while feeling awful that I just could not seem to get rid of my erection. Eventually I had to sneak off the disabled toilets at work and wank myself off. I had hated it, hadn't I?

The next night came and I did not want Christina to go to Allison's party. I worried what would happen to her or what she might find out. But my wife was quite excited by the prospect, she, as a rule, found it hard to make new friends and was pretty pleased that Allison seemed to be taking an interest in her. Little knowing that I was worried stiff at Allison's interest and what it may lead to. She was dressed really nice in a pretty sexy blue dress that gave me an instant erection but how I wished she didn't look so damned cute when she was going to that monster Domme's abode.

Still I drove her to the address I knew so well (but was supposed not to) and dropped her off. I didn't dare go in with her so I waited until my dear sweet wife had entered that spider's web then sped away home. I'm ashamed to admit that when I got home I started fumbling with the butt plug and wondering the best way to fit it in my ass. Standing in our bedroom naked and staring at the thick, plastic item in my hand I realised just what a miserable human being I really was. The realisation did not prevent me from using soap to lube it up and then slowly working the plug into my ass so that it filled me up.

At half twelve it was Mistress Allison who made the phone call to tell me the party was breaking up and to come and collect my wife. She started out nice and normal, someone was obviously listening in but by the end she was in full on Domme mode.

"And make sure that butt plug is in place bitch. I will be checking and you don't want to know what I'll do if it isn't there!"

She hung up abruptly and I waddled out to the car. Sitting down wasn't a whole lot of fun but I had to to drive. I was pretty nervous ringing the bell to Mistress Allison's house when I arrived. All sorts of thoughts went through my head, uppermost being whether she had in any way let Christina know of my terrible betrayals. 

It was Allison that answered the door and as we faced each other she stepped outside and in one fluid movement reached her hand down to send a finger towards my ass. It hit the plastic and she smiled.

"Good bitch. Now come on in. Before you go you will ask to go to the loo and once there you will suck on that until I come and take it from you. Understand?"

Then she ushered me into the house, still none the wiser as to what had happened that night. I found out quickly enough though at Christina was in a good mood and had had a good time. She had drunk a few wines and was pretty giddy and happy. She fell against me and giggled as she told me.

"I've bought a few things, hope you won't be too annoyed with me."

I reassured her it was fine and helped her back to her seat. There were still a few other women about, including the party organiser. It was clearly something like an Anne Summers Party as there were sexy underwear and sex toys being packed away and I couldn't quite believe that my timid wife had attended this type of thing and seemed to enjoy it.

"Feeling a bit embaressed Colin" called out Allison amiably enough, " you shouldn't be, you're not the only guy here. Clive and Nathan helped out out, didn't they girls?"

These, of course, were the two young men that had so severely fucked my mouth and asshole earlier that day. I think I froze as they stepped up and shook hands with me knowingly. My pretty wife just giggled and it took me a few moments to find my voice.

"Erm, Allison? Could I use the bathroom?"

"Certainly Colin, it's just up the stairs, here, I'm going up anyway let me show you. Christina you speak to the boys and I'll have your hubby back before you know it."

I followed my Mistress up the stair to a bathroom I knew only too well. After all I had licked the seat and the rim of her porcelain a few times previously and once I had so angered my Domme that she plunged my head right into the toilet bowl and proceeded to take me back to my school days by holding my head in there while she flushed and gave me a swirlie.

She waited at the top of the stairs but told me to keep the door open so she could watch me drop my trousers and struggle to remove the large, butt plug.

It came out after a struggle with an audible pop and with depressing inevitability Mistress Allison pointed at my mouth and told me to suck it clean. Fighting my rising gorge I stretched my lips and forced the shit stained plastic into my mouth and obediently sucked and licked it clean before she would allow me to go back downstairs.

I got out of there as quickly as I could after though Christina seemed in no hurry. She was still merry and it quickly became clear as we drove home that she had really enjoyed herself and was rapidly coming to think of Allison as a friend. That was not good news!

I heard nothing from Mistress Allison for the next week, and while that was a relief I was no naïve enough to believe she was finished with me. This was more than proven when I came home from work to find Allison and Christina laughing and joking in the living room, with Allison having brought the goodies that my wife had ordered at the party. Before I had even properly entered Allison called out.

"Hope you don't mind Colin but I've stolen your wife away this Friday, she's coming out with me and the girls."

I didn't like the prospect of that but what could I say? As it turns out it would be a Friday night that Christina and I would never, ever forget....

TO BE CONTINUED



Meeting My Domme While Shopping Ch. 02



Previously...

While out shopping with my wife I came across the Pro Domme I used to secretly visit, Mistress Allison. She took the opportunity to humiliate me and force me back into visiting her and also began to take a not entirely healthy interest in my wife Christina.

*

COLIN'S NIGHT

I reached for the gin bottle and with a slightly shaking hand poured myself my third short of the night. There was still a little tonic in the small bottle so I flung it in after the gin and lifted the glass to my lips and took a too big swig from it.

Damn it, I should never have let this happen,. Should never have visited a Dominatrix in the first place and once I had should damned well never allowed my wife, Christina, to get to know her and get to be friends with her. Because here I sat, alone and at home, while they were on a night out doing God knows what and with whom. I could only sit here impotently and wait to see what developed. I took another large gulp of my drink. It didn't help.

It was past midnight, I sat and watched adult channel freeviews and waited, distracted enough that even the sight of sluts in no clothing acting seductively did nothing for me.

Then my phone chimed that it had received a text. I nearly spilled my drink scrambling over to pick it up.

"HI. HAVING A FAB TIME. A BIT DRUNK! AM GOING TO STAY AT JOANNE'S OVERNIGHT. DON'T WAIT UP. LUV U. C.XXX"

To be fair it didn't really sound like my wife but then she did get a bit funny with a few drinks in her. Actually hearing from her calmed me down a little but I was still unsettled, I had only ever seen this Joanne once before at the party Mistress Allison had thrown, and I didn't know how she knew Allison. Still it sounded like Christina was all right so I sat down and took a slower sip of my drink and considered going to bed.

I was still sat there nearly an hour later having yet another gin and tonic and by now merrily jerking off to a sexy music video by Nicki Minaj when my front doorbell sounded. It was after one am so it took me by surprise but I quickly thought it must be my wife having changed her mind and decided to come home after all. I tucked away my dick and changed channels onto a sports one and rushed to the door, it was only as I answered it that my brain asked why my wife would ring the bell, she had a key. The door was swinging open by then and there stood Mistress Allison with the biggest shit eating grin I had ever seen.

She lifted her eyebrows and I suddenly remembered myself and dropped to my knees. Remember this was a woman I did not want to piss off. Not only was she a tough bitch but she had all kinds of humiliating stuff she could, if she wanted use to expose me. Pictures and film of me with her and with her male slaves. Pictures of Christina naked that I had taken secretly and given to her. I was forever her slave and we both knew it.

"Not tucked up in bed worm?"

"No Mistress, I was just heading there when you rang."

"Liar! I bet you were busy playing with that tiny thing between your legs, weren't you? While your wife was out enjoying herself with me. She's not here now though, is she? No she went back to Joanne's to keep the party going. So there's just you and me in your house and I've got all night with you bitch!"

That sounded every bit the threat I knew it was and just shut my mouth and closed the door behind her as she strode purposefully into my home. After a few steps it was evident she had trod on something and was leaving a mark on the hall carpet. She stopped, smirked and pointed at it.

"Get naked worm and then get cleaning my soles otherwise I will drag that shit all over you and your little wife's home. You've got five minutes."

Of course I was submissive and it was that character trait that had brought me to this (well that and trying to stop feeding my urges at Mistress Allison's) so I'll not deny a thrill went through my body as I hauled off my clothes and stooped my head to begin licking at the disgusting soles of her boots.

She shrugged off her coat and revealed that she was wearing her thigh high leather boots, her black PVC shorts and her PVC bra top that struggled to contain her ample bosom. She was dressed and looked like the Domme I visited, I wondered if she had gone out with Christina and the others dressed like that as I digested something awful from the sole of her boot.

"Good, now you'd better wash that out before you get anywhere near me again."

She reached her hand down and took a rough grip on my short hair and dragged me through our house towards the open bathroom door. It was demeaning, humiliating and sore but it turned me on, something not lost on her as she plunged my face right into the toilet bowl and flushed it while holding me in there.

"You fucking love it worm! You know you do? You love this, and you know what, you're going to love what comes next. Now get up and get into your bedroom and lie down face first on your bed and wait for me!"

I scurried away obediently and left her examining our living room. She followed me after a while eating something she had foraged from our kitchen. She lifted my wallet from my bedside table and removed some notes.

"That should cover your cost bitch" she explained as she folded them into her own bag.

Then she started to rake through all our drawers and cupboards, eventually finding Christina's underwear drawer.

"That skinny bitch has got some good stuff. Real classy. Wasted on a fag like you! Here stick these in your mouth, you'll need something to bit down on."

She tossed me a pair pink, frilly panties and I pushed them into my mouth as I saw that Allison had fitted on her monster strap on dildo to the front of her shorts and by the way she was climbing onto the bed behind me it was clear she had designs on my arse.

Effectively she raped me in my own marital bed. She just prised my arse cheeks apart and rammed her plastic dick into my arsehole and just fucked the living daylights out of me for the longest time. She interspersed the hard thrusts into my bowels with slaps to my arse or hard squeezes to my nuts but mainly she just rode me hard until she finally stopped, flipped me over onto my back, crawled up the bed and straddled me before forcing her stained cock into my mouth and throat fucking me until I gagged and was sick on my bed.

"Time for a shower bitch. A golden one..."

And with that warning she dragged my gasping carcass off the bed by my hair and pulled me towards our en suite shower room.

She ordered me to the submissive position on my knees in our walk in shower then undressed completely and stood over me.

"Open up bitch, if you spill too much I'll take a shit right in the middle of the light coloured carpet in your living room and rub your face in it. Like to see you explain that one to little wifie!"

Once again I had little option but to open my mouth as wide as I could and thrust out my tongue. I had little doubt that Allison was more than capable of carrying out her threats. I held the pose for a few moments until her pussy gushed forth and I found my face covered in her piss until the stream steadied and hit my straining mouth.

It was vile tasting and smelling and just the most humiliation I had ever faced in my own home, but I tried my hardest to keep up with her flow and not let too much escape and run down my chest. When she finally came to a dripping stop I had caught and swallowed most and had the overwhelming desire to be sick again, but I kept a lid on it as she examined me, slapping my face as she did.

"Not bad bitch, but you missed some so I guess your living room carpet is going to get it later on!"

"No! Please Mistress, please don't do that!"

She smiled and said.

"Well where else can I shit if I need to bitch?"

I knew the answer she wanted me to give and just had to trust to hope that it wouldn't come to it.

"You can shit on me Mistress, use me as your toilet."

"Hmm. We'll see. Now that sounds like my phone. Stay there while I go and check."

Eventually Allison called to me to crawl out of the shower and like the chastened pet I now was I crawled meekly back into my bedroom. There Allison had been busy as she stood at the TV in our room with a guy I had not seen before. He was in his forties, balding, slightly overweight and was obviously some sort of tech expert as he was fiddling with this on the TV and seemed to indicate to Mistress Allison that things were ready. They turned to see me kneeling there naked and Allison smirked.

"There he is! Come over her bitch and thank George for helping your Mistress out."

Obediently I crawled across the floor to kneel at the older man's feet. As I did so his hands ruffled my hair like he was petting me then they moved to his zipper and lowered it and then flipped out a long, thick penis that was pretty much hard already. I looked up at Allison and she laughed and said.

"Go on and thank the man bitch, don't you dare embarrass me when George has helped me out."

I opened my mouth and reluctantly leaned forward and accepted the tip of his dick into my mouth and began to lick and suck on his helmet. I burned with shame at giving oral sex to this stranger in the confines of my own bedroom.

Clearly I wasn't energetic enough as George soon grabbed my hair and yanked me right the way onto his cock, instantly making me deep throat him and gagging on his meat and from there he set a punishing pace as he fucked my face roughly. I coughed and spluttered and felt saliva and pre cum spill from the corners of my mouth helplessly until finally he began to pulse hard in my mouth and I braced for him cumming. But he pulled out and fired his thick load all over my face. Spraying it into my eyes and nose and into my hair as it arced over me. It was completely humiliating but all three of us could see that I was sporting a large erection at that point and it was due to what had just been done. George squatted down and gripped my balls and then lifted me up by them and stood there fondling me, rubbing me and then masturbating me until I came myself into his waiting hand. He squeezed the last of my load out and then lifted his hand and wiped my load into his , coating my face. He wiped his hands on a towel, thanking Mistress Allison as he left.

I tasted the salty cum on my mouth but left the rest where it was, it felt all the more humiliating to be sitting on my bed with my face covered in sperm as Allison took up my TV remote and began a film up. The screen came to life and I saw my dear wife lying on a bed, she was stark naked and looked very happy, she rolled over and greeted someone off screen and I watched in growing shock and horror as two large black guys came into shot, The same ones Allison had had rape me just a few nights before. They were both naked and very well hung and Christina looked more than pleased as they stood before her and she began to fondle their giant cocks.

I sat in stunned silence for the next few minutes I watched my usually timid wife be ravaged (and love it) by these two guys, culminating with her being fucked from both ends on the bed in the room the film was being shot in, with one guy fucking her mouth whilst the other fucked her from behind ( I couldn't tell if it was in her ass or pussy). With that image on screen Mistress Allison paused the film and turned to me.

"Well I guess both you and your wife have been bad tonight, eh?"

*

CHRISTINA'S NIGHT.

It was the worst I had felt wakening up in a long time. Maybe even since before I met and married Colin. For a short time I couldn't even recall where I was. I knew I wasn't at home though. And then I heard heavy breathing from my left side and then from nearby on my right and with a gentle move of my arm I felt the smooth skin of someone next to me and I began to remember. And to fight back the urge to be sick. What had I done last night?!

Of course I knew what I had done and I struggled with it as the images came flooding back into my mind. On a girls night out with Allison and Joanne and some other girls I had met recently I had had too much to drink and behaved much wilder than I normally would, seeking, I guess approval from these women who seemed much more worldly wise than myself. I had headed home with Joanne and had a few more drinks there where we had been joined by these to young hunks that were currently wrapped, sleeping around me. They were younger, better built and more exciting than my husband and I was randy, so were they and we had indulged in a drunken threesome in Joanne's spare room. I already hated myself as I covered my eyes and groaned at what a fool I had been.

I had never done anything like this before and nearly felt like crying as a huge wave of guilt overcame me. Colin, my poor husband would be just getting up probably only concerned that I had had a good night and here I was curled up with two younger hunks have fucked and sucked them both to exhaustion mere hours later. A quietly as possible I manoeuvred between the men (boys really) sleeping forms and located my panties in the gloom but could find nothing else of my clothing so , having pulled on my knickers I opened the bedroom door a crack and barely covering my boobs with my arm I crept down the hallway to Joanne's living room, hoping to locate my clothes then her in that particular order. What I saw as I eased open the door sent me even more into the bizarre world I seemed to have landed in.

Joanne was a tall, slim, pretty girl with long, dark hair and an infectious giggle. I had got on with her really well at the sex toy party Allison had held and again last night on the boozy night out. I liked her and she seemed really fun to be around. Well right then I wasn't sure what to think as I peered through the ajar door to see Joanne on all fours and completely naked and it appeared she was cleaning Allison's long, leather boots with her tongue!

And Allison looked completely different too. Gone was the happy, chubby woman I had gotten to know now her face looked harsh and hard and she was dressed in some pretty kinky looking leather basque, leather shorts and the aforementioned boots that I could now confirm Joanne was definitely licking at. Things then got even weirder as Allison reached down, took a firm grip of Joanne's beautiful head of hair and roughly jerked her to her feet in front of her then delivered a stinging bitch slap and spat on her face!

"That was as poor a fucking job as you've done with them in a long time slut! Your tongue better not be tiring I've got plenty more work for it yet! Now bend over and I'll remind you the penalty for not cleaning my boots to the required standard!"

Her voice was almost unrecognisable to the woman I had met and become friends with over the last few weeks, she was so harsh and dominant, yet I still couldn't quite believe it when a naked Joanne timidly did exactly as she had been instructed to do and bent her very sexy ass over the back of her sofa and Allison stepped in behind, produced a flogger of some sort and began to beat the hell out of Joanne's delectable arse! I was stunned but couldn't take my eyes off the scene as Joanne was clearly doing this of her own volition and amidst her sexy little squeals it was evident she was also aroused by this treatment. Then after 20 or so lashes Allison spoke very clearly and loudly.

"You can come out now Christina. If you want to watch then why don't you come up here and get a front row seat?"

I gasped. How had she known I was there? Joanne looked over her shoulder towards me and smiled at me and I found myself pushing open the door and entering, still with my arm across my breasts in false modesty. Allison turned her fierce gaze on me and I found myself dropping my arm and standing before her, feeling like a schoolgirl up before the Headmistress for detention. I gulped and stammered out my question.

"W-What's going on? Joanne? Allison?"

Allison's big hand cracked down on Joanne's right ass cheek and she demanded.

"Tell her slave, tell her what's going on."

"Well, Allison is my 'Mistress'. She's a professional Dominatrix and dominates men and women for cash. I pay her to dominate and humiliate me and I enjoy it. I'm what's called a submissive."

I was still somewhat stunned and stood gaping at them. Primarily at Joanne's extremely sexy naked body.

"Oh. Right."

Allison stepped around Joanne's shapely rump and stood before me. I really became aware of what an intimidating figure she cut as she stood before me looking at me with ill disguised contempt.

"You're one as well. A submissive."

"I don't think so Allison", I was flustered now and really just wanted to get out of there, "Joanne, do you know where the rest of my clothes are?"

Joanne kept silent whilst Allison snorted loudly.

"I've seen your type before love. You are a submissive you just don't realise it yet or if you do you're too scared to accept it. But you are. Come on, accept an hour with me as my slave, free of charge to begin with and I'll prove it. What's the matter Christina? Scared you'll enjoy it?"

"N-No. I just want to leave and get home thanks."

Then she reached out and gave my left nipple a quick twist before I could react.

"You're lying. Look at those things, they're like bullets, and I bet if I was to stick my hand down the front of your panties they'd come out all sticky and wet -- and not just from these young men you spent the night with either!"

That stopped me dead. She knew. She treated me to a big shit eating grin and reached her hand out towards my crotch. I backed off but we both knew she was correct, I was sopping wet and it wasn't just last night's action, watching Joanne being dominated by Allison had turned me on. With my back, literally up against the wall Joanne tipped me over the edge as she peeled herself from her sofa and pressed her TV remote and the screen came to life on a porno where a hot blonde was being fucked on a bed by two black guys. The picture was a bit grainy and fixed and...

Allison laughed as the truth dawned on me, Joanne gave a shy, embarrassed smile. My threesome had been recorded for posterity. My mouth fell open and this time when Allison's hand reached out and cupped my boob and fondled it I didn't stop her.

"So how about it babe? An hour submitting to me. No-one else need know, just me and Joanne. You don't want me to have to do anything I'd regret do you?"

The threat of exposing what I had done was there but in truth it wasn't needed, I was broken. I couldn't stand up to this powerful woman and I just nodded meekly and whispered.

"Ok."

I felt her hand squeeze my tit harder as she leaned in.

"No, that should be OK Mistress Allison. Try it, it'll soon feel natural."

"OK Mistress Allison, I'll do a session with you."

*

Ten minutes later I was on my knees before Mistress Allison. I was now naked, Joanne having had the 'pleasure' of removing my soggy panties just using her mouth whilst our Mistress watched. I felt small and insignificant as I gazed up the length of her body, her high boots, her large frame and peering imperiously down at me her smug and angry face.

"You're a dirty, nasty little slut aren't you Christina? You act all prim and proper, like perfect little wife but underneath it your just a raging nymphomaniac, aren't you? Come on slut, admit it!"

I found I couldn't look at her so I dropped my eyes to the carpet and said in a low, defeated voice.

"I'm a nasty, dirty slut Mistress."

"Yes you are. And seeing as you've been such a cheating little tramp you need punished don't you? Yes you do. I want you to turn around and press your face into the carpet and thrust that sexy little arse as high as you can."

As I moved into position I heard Joanne move over and help Allison with something. A few seconds later Allison sunk to her knees beside my face and I saw a large black, strap on dildo jutting out of her crotch.




Meeting My Domme While Shopping Ch. 02



"You choose slut, spank you or fuck you."

I lay there for a moment contemplating my choice. I didn't want to cave too easily. I wanted to prove to this big bully that I wasn't such a weak little woman as she thought.

"Spank me... Mistress."

She proceeded to lay in ten hard slaps to my bottom, ordering Joanne to count after each strike. Each blow was hard and took my breath away but I gritted my teeth, determined not to appear weak. She grabbed my hair and jerked me around to look up at her and barked again.

"Fucked or spanked!"

Part of me wanted to ask to be fucked but she was just so mean and nasty that I was determined to resist.

"Spanked... Mistress."

If anything the next ten spanks to my bottom were even harder than the first ten. Allison seemed to be relishing this and almost as soon as she'd finished she was at me again to demand.

"Fucked or spanked bitch?!"

I was starting to realise that there was only one way this would end but I managed again to resist submitting and once again my arse cheeks were warmed by ten more hard slaps. But that was enough, it had been a futile exercise and when she made the demand this time I relented.

"Fucked Mistress, fuck me, please, fuck me."

Her voice dripped with amusement at my surrender and I just knelt there on all fours as she manoeuvred behind me, prized my thighs apart and shoved her fake cock forward and into my sopping wet pussy. I moaned, partly in pleasure partly in annoyance at myself for being so aroused. Then from behind she grabbed my hair again and tugged back on it before she plunged all the way into me and for the next twenty minutes or so treated me to the hardest, roughest, most exhilarating fuck of my life.

Honestly, she was unrelenting treating me just like the bitch she was calling me, like I was little more than a cheap whore. And really? I loved it. By the end I was virtually screaming in pleasure as she ploughed back and forth into me, now standing behind me and fucking me at a high angle, her feet pressing down on my head on the carpet. It was humiliating for me but I didn't care and was just about ready to explode in an orgasm (which would have been the first time I had ever cum from being fucked) when she pulled out and stood up. I moaned in disappointment and looked around accusingly at her. But my voice was weak and pleading when it came.

"Pl-Please Mistress Allison, please make me cum. Please finish it. I need it. Please!"

I was starting to fully appreciate the power of this woman who had lured me into this situation. Pretending to be friends with me, clearly setting me up last night and all to do this -- reduce me to a submissive sex slave. I looked up at her as she stood over me. She cut an intimidating figure in all that black, all the more so with that long, thick fake cock jutting out at me, glistening with my own juices. I was only dimly aware of the two guys I had spent the night with watching us from the side of the room, heaven knows how long they had been watching.

"You want to cum bitch? Certainly, Joanne. Get over here and get your face in Christina's pussy and lick her to orgasm! All you have to do blondie is get over her and suck this thing clean while she does it."

I looked across at Joanne and found myself licking my lips, the thought of that hot brunette between my thighs licking me to orgasm was extremely tempting and so I found myself crawling forward towards Mistress Allison and with barely a hesitation I took her plastic dick in my mouth and sucked my own juices off it. Joanne seemed as eager as I was for her to lick me out and quickly I felt the soft ness of her tongue brush against my , by now, ultra sensitive clit. Mere minutes later I was groaning and moaning and bucking uncontrollably as I sprayed a stream of hot, wet ejaculate all over Joanne's features, before I collapsed forward and lay motionless on the floor.

*

COLIN, SOME DAYS LATER

Once again I stood in the corner of Mistress Allison's flat, naked and shivering as I awaited the latest indignity to be forced upon me like a naughty schoolboy. I was paying for this -- in more ways than one!

She approached me and cupped her hand around my balls and began to squeeze hard. I knew better than to ask her to stop and just kept a straight face until it was too much and I whimpered and felt my knees buckle. She smiled and gave them a sharp twist before finally releasing them. Only to take the thin leather noose she had in her free hand and slip it around my aching balls. From experience I knew it would be in a perfect slipknot so that when pulled it tightened sharply around my nuts. But she did not tighten it. Instead she moved to her table to lift two other objects I had felt before and dreaded. They were nipple claps with ball weights attached and I hated them. My little nubs of nipples were just so sensitive. Allison knew this and always delighted in using them on me.

She stood in front of me and dared me to complain as she attached them to me, snapping them in place gleefully. She left me for a moment and when she re-appeared she was holding a bar bell weight, not a very heavy one but I was soon to find it was heavy enough. She slapped me in the face then tied the loose end of the lace noose around the weight and held it up in her hand as she spoke to me.

"I'm expecting a visitor so I'm going to pull this gimp mask down over your face and you will stay here in this corner for the duration of their visit. If you move or make any disturbance I will take the mask off."

With that the doorbell rang and she spat right in my face and pulled the leather mask down over my face so that only my eyes were visible (and a small hole at my mouth) then the cruel bitch casually dropped the dumb bell and instantly I felt the noose tighten on my balls. She left and when she returned a few minutes later I almost gasped as I saw her trailed by Christina, my dear wife!

When she had returned the next morning after her night out she had been quiet and would only say she had enjoyed her night out, nothing more. She clearly didn't know I had seen what she had done with the two young men and how she had spent her night. But given the circumstances of me seeing said video footage I could hardly say anything myself, could I?

Christina looked across at me standing in the corner and for a moment I thought she would recognise me but she didn't and surprisingly did not even look surprised at a naked man standing being tortured in the corner of her new friend's flat.

"Don't worry about him, he's just another bitch I like to play with. Just like you!"

I flinched at the harshness of Allison's voice, it was the same one she used on me.

"Now have you got a tribute for me?"

Again I was surprised as my wife took out her purse and handed Allison a bundle of notes.

"Very good bitch, now take off that coat and let me see if you followed my instructions."

I stood and watched, the pain in my nipples and balls forgotten as my sweet little blonde wife undid her long coat and let it drop to her ankles to reveal she was completely naked underneath and had scrawled across her tight stomach the words "MISTRESS ALLISON'S BITCH" in bright red lipstick.

I gawped again and must have made some sort of noise because Allison turned and glared at me and for a moment thought she was going to come over and make good on her promise to reveal me. Rather though, she turned to Christina and snarled.

"Very good, now get on your knees bitch, a slut like you does not stay on her feet around someone like me!"

It was bizarre to watch my wife drop submissively to her knees on command and no little turn on as I could feel my dick stiffen despite its current predicament.

"I wonder what Colin would think if he could see his precious little wife now, eh? I bet he doesn't realise what a submissive little bitch you are, does he?"

"No Mistress Allison."

"I bet. Now crawl over here

I watched in stunned wonder as my pretty wife crawled across Mistress Allison's carpet, and upon instruction, began to tongue clean those thigh, high leather boots that my own tongue knew so well. The very sight stiffened my cock further which in turn tightened the noose around my nuts. Allison looked across and smirked at me as she told Christina to lick her soles clean too. I could scarcely believe my eyes as my wife did exactly as she was told. She just didn't strike me as the submissive type, certainly not to other women and yet here she was clearly now vying with me for the position as Allison's bitch. A fact confirmed when Allison stopped her then looked down and spat squarely on my wife's face and pulled her to her feet by her hair.

"You know your hair is a bit long for my liking, would you like your Mistress to shave some of it off slave?"

Now this I could not believe. Christina was, and always had been especially proud of her long, blonde locks, they were her most striking feature. And the use of the word shave did not indicate a little trim. In fact Mistress Allison had shown me a pictures of one of her female slaves she had shaved bald once before and it had aroused me significantly, the level of submission and dominance involved was intoxicating. But to do it to my wife, my Christina?

"Yes Mistress, if that would please you."

"Hmm, maybe not today bitch, I wonder what your asshole husband would think if you came home with a skinhead? Anyway, like I say maybe that is for another day, I have another treat in store for you today."

As she had been speaking Allison had taken a tube of lube and squeezed a small blob onto her middle finger and without word of warning she walked behind my wife and forced her finger between her ass cheeks and obviously into her arsehole!

Christina squirmed and made a sexy little squeak as she was violated but tried to stay upright as Allison slid her digit in and out rapidly and said.

"Hmm, nice and tight. I guess you weren't lying when you said you'd never taken it in the ass before. We'll have to change that."

I think myself and Christina realised what was to happen next at about the same time as Allison crossed the room and grabbed her big, black strap on dildo ( a beast I had felt inside me many times) and wasted no time in fixing it tightly to her crotch.

"Bend over slut, you'll take this like the little bitch you are!"

I empathised with the worried look on Christina's face, I could have told her that Mistress Allison was not gentle and that that thing felt like it would split you in two when she was in full flow. Instead I just stood there and watched as Christina somewhat reluctantly turned to face me and slowly bent over. At least Allison spread some more lube on the tip of the dildo (something she rarely did for me) before she stepped in behind my wife and giving me a big grin she eased her plastic cock deep into Christina's asshole. Christina groaned and wobbled but Allison grabbed her long hair to hold her in place and used it to force Christina down onto her hands and knees and then began to fuck her harder than I've ever seen anyone fucked before. It was hard and fast and loud and amazingly it looked as if Christina was enjoying it! I had no clue she would be such an anal freak!

And a freak she was as when Allison finally relented and stood up and instructed Christina to lick her clean she knelt up and delivered a better blow job to that shit covered plastic cock than she had ever given me!

Their session concluded with Christina lying on her back and Allison basically sitting on her face until she was licked to orgasm and came messily all over my wife's face.

When they were done and Christina had left Allison took off my mask and pushed me by my shoulders to my knees, the weight at last taken off my nuts if not my nipples and she strapped her dildo back on and fucked my face with it, laughing as I tasted my wife's ass.

*

One week later and Christina and myself were doing our weekly shop when I spotted Allison coming the other way with her trolley, she flashed us a friendly grin and veered over to speak to us. I guess it wasn't just me that was worried this time...



Meeting My Dream Fireman



It's the big day. My stomach is in knots and doing flips at the same time. I take a shower and start getting ready. The water feels so good sliding over my naked body, so I play with my nipples for a bit and get them hard. I slide my hand down between my thighs and can feel the slick feeling of being turned on. It doesn't matter that I'm in the water, I can tell how wet I am. I start rubbing my clit gently while I think of your video you sent me. I slide two fingers in and out picturing that it's your cock going in and out, hearing you moan, "oh yeah, slide that pretty pussy on there, oh yeah ride my cock." I'm just picturing me doing just that and can't wait until I get to later that day. I start rubbing my clit faster. My other hand reaches up to my nipples and starts playing with each, gently rolling them around, thinking about your mouth sucking on them.

I bring myself close but don't want to go over the edge. I'm saving my orgasm for you. I tease myself a couple of times bringing myself so close and forcing myself to stop. My pussy is dripping now. I slide my fingers up to my mouth tasting myself and imagine how kissing you will be with my taste on my tongue. I get out of the shower after cleaning up. I get dressed wearing something I hope you will like but knowing it will be on the floor quickly after getting there.

You had text me the information to the hotel and the room number. I get in the car and drive over cursing traffic when it gets in my way. A fire truck dives by and I feel a tingling sensation, knowing I am already getting wet again. I pull into the parking lot and walk up to the door and nervously knock (yes I do get nervous.) You open the door and I have to catch my breath. You are sexier in person than your photos could ever depict. You grin and let me in so you can shut the door. I'm standing there nervously not sure what to do but not wanting to attack you right there on the spot. You step closer to me and lean in to kiss me. I slide my hands through your hair to grab a firm hold on you to pull you in closer. The kiss gets more passionate and we can feel the hunger and desire we both have. I grab your shirt and start sliding it off you but not wanting to break the kiss. Unfortunately the shirt won't come off without us separating. We break long enough to get your shirt off and resume our fight with our tongues.

I slowly start to back you up towards the bed and I gently push you down and lay you on your back. I straddle over your lap and look in your eyes and with an evil grin on my face, I say "hi". You laugh and say hi back. I lean down to kiss you again but I tease you and go to your neck. I grab your hands and put them above your head and tell you if they come down, I stop. I softly run my tongue up your neck and suck your ear lobe into my mouth. I hear you hiss and moan and can feel your body tense. I start to feel your cock hardening so I start to grind my hips, making you moan again. It's right in my ear so it sends shivers down my spine. I gently nibble down your neck to your collarbone softly running my teeth against it, teasing. I continue working my mouth over your collarbone and down your pec to your nipple, flicking it with my tongue. I run my tongue over to the other nipple but slide a hand up to the first and continue assaulting it. Your cock is straining against your shorts so I keep grinding against it.

I can tell you are fighting to not bring your hands down and grab me. Your body is tensed up, which turns me on because I can see every definition in your muscles. It is like a road map for my tongue to follow. I begin running my tongue along the first curve, across your body to the other side. Each time I come to the "end of the road", I nibble making your body quiver. Down to the next curve, I assault your abs with my tongue, feeling your cock pulsing against me. I come down to the last section, where your shorts are a road block. It doesn't stop my tongue from trying to pass, making you shudder. I grab the shorts and pull the waist out a little too run my tongue along the waistband. I unbutton and unzip your shorts and slide them down and off your legs. I have you scoot back so you are completely on the bed. I look back and admire your sexy body lying there in only a pair of boxer briefs.

I tell you to put your hands back where they were so I can continue. Back to your waist with my tongue assault, teasing you by running my tongue underneath the waistband of your boxer briefs. I lower the waistband just a little so that I can get to your hip bone and gently nibble it. You jump not realizing how sensitive and erotic it would feel. Your cock agrees as it pulses with each nibble. I lower your briefs a little more but don't let your cock out. I am kissing the sides of your hips and ass as you are wiggling your body trying to get more of your boxers off. I look you in the eye with an evil grin and your eyes are pleading with me to free your cock. I gently run my nose against the bulge and then open my mouth and rub my lips along the outline of your cock through your briefs. You are moaning and groaning and getting me wetter with every sound you make. I lift the waistband just a little too let just the head of your cock out, licking the precum from the tip. I lick just the underside of your cock softly so it tortures you more and you try to buck your hips up to get more contact from my mouth, so I back my head away.

I get on my knees and gently pull the boxers over the rest of your cock and you lift your hips to help me get them down. I take each leg out and toss the briefs to the side. You are still being so good and laying there. I can't hear what you are mumbling but it sounds like frustration because you want to touch me but are behaving. I gently massage each leg, one hand on each. I start of doing it like professional massage therapist would and then turn it sexy. I start at your ankle on your right leg. Massaging my way up, I use warming lubrication, to your knees. I stop for a second to go back to your shins and calves and gently blow where the oil has been. Your legs warm up and the evil grin is back. It seems you know what I'm thinking and you just nod your head at me. I massaged up your left leg without the oil to make both sides treated fairly.

I bring my face extremely close to your cock and you have to be thinking, "it's about damn time", but I just use my tongue to lick in the crease where your leg meets your crotch never touching your cock. It's bouncing thinking it's going to get some oral loving. I lick all around avoiding your cock. I look up at you with glazed over eyes and my pussy feels like I just got out of a tub of lubrication. I ask if you want a passionate kiss or if you want me to suck it or fuck it first. You tell me that kissing definitely gets you excited. You already are so I have a plan to incorporate all three.

I stand up and turn around. I unbutton and unzip my pants and I start dancing erotically, sliding down just my pants. I bend over to pull them off my legs and to give you a view. I leave everything else on. I straddle back over you and you seem confused. I just grind my pussy against your cock and we can both feel the warmth of the other person. It takes a second for you to realize what I'm doing. It clicks in when you begin to feel how wet I am through the panties. Your eyes close as you feel the wetness dripping down your shaft. You try to get your cock to slip past my soaking wet panties but I won't let you. I stand up; step up over your waist and reach for your hands. I grab them and hook them into my panties for you to take off. You slide them down and I step my legs out. You grab them and can feel they are drenched and that's when you then truly realize how wet I was.

I slowly back up and just sit down on your cock which has no problem sliding in all the way. We both moan together. I grind my hips in circles letting your cock explore every inch of my insides. You close your eyes while I grind a bit but they fly open when you feel me stand up. You ask not to stop and I lean down to you, kissing you and tell you it's going to get better. I crawl backwards over your body until my mouth is aligned with your cock. I lower my mouth and begin sucking all the juices my pussy left. I leave nothing. I crawl back up your body and kiss you passionately letting you taste me for the first time. The kissing gets intense as this sets you into drive and makes you want to take over but I still won't let you.

I break the kiss and slide my way back down to your cock. I take it in my mouth and swirl my tongue in circles on the bottom side and then in circles around the tip. You groan and tell me that I wasn't joking when I was a pro at sucking cock. I continue slathering your cock and use my right hand to grab a hold of it and start slowly stroking it in rhythm with my mouth. My left hand slides up and down your sexy body, digging my nails gently into you making you whimper. I can tell a couple of times your body tenses because it could be getting close but I don't want this to end to quick so I stop.

I take your cock out of my mouth and erotically lick my way back up your body kissing you passionately again. I then raise my body up and place a knee on each side of your face and you begin darting your tongue in and out of my pussy, lapping up all my moisture. You can't believe how wet I am and you haven't even done a single thing. You suck my clit into your mouth making me weak in my legs. Luckily I have the wall to hold onto. I lift my left foot up so you can slide your fingers inside me. You slide in one finger and I groan softly. You slip a second inside and begin to explore until you find that spot that makes my body shudder. You continue rubbing my spot and sucking on my clit until my body begins to shake and I climax. My body spasms as I scream out your name. "OMG Mitch, don't stop. It feels so fucking good. OH! MY! FUCKING! GOD!"

I beg you to stop because my body is in overdrive. You stop and I climb off you to catch my breath. I lay beside you breathing hard while my hand goes back to your cock. Until my body calms down, I slowly stroke your cock. I slip my hand down to my pussy to soak my fingers and hand in my juice so I can stroke your cock. It is so slippery that it eases up and down your cock making you moan.

You jump up quickly saying, "I can't fucking take this anymore." You get on top of me and ram your cock inside me, making me scream in pleasure. Now you have the evil grin on your face and you tell me that you are in charge now. I tell you to be gentle with me so you don't throw my back out and it makes you laugh. You start to slide your cock in and out at a slow pace, teasing both of us. I am gripping your arms tight because it feels so good to finally have you buried inside me instead of just imagining it. I knock your hands out from under you so you fall on top of me. I need you closer to me just to feel you against every inch of my skin. You force your tongue into my mouth and we kiss like there is no tomorrow, like the only way to breathe is to steal as much air from the other person. Our heads turn side to side to get as deep as we can to just fulfill the desire that is pouring out of us. I suck your bottom lip nibbling it.

You kiss down my chin and across my jaw to my ear. You whisper in my ear, "You belong to me now. Anytime I want this pussy, I get it. Every time you see a fire truck pass by, you are going to remember this cock that is buried inside you." You thrust hard into me again, "You will whisper my name out loud, wishing you could feel my hard shaft pulsing inside you." I have never been one that is into any type of domination, but this is more of an erotic gesture that gets me hot, knowing you just claimed my pussy as yours to do with as you wish. You then nip my ear and assertively nibble down my neck to my collar bone. My body writhes every time your lips touch my skin which makes me grind into your cock. You work your way to my nipple and suck on it, flicking it with your tongue.

You sit up on your knees and put my feet on your shoulders. You begin to pound into me as hard and as fast as you can. My breasts are bouncing so I grab one in each hand and pinch my nipples. I lick my fingertip and rub it over each nipple to get them wet. I begin rubbing my feet against the back of your head to hold you tight. It turns you on that I'm rubbing you with my feet. I pull my knees down and put my feet on your chest changing the angle you are thrusting. It hits my spot and I scream out. You keep the rhythm going and watch me continue to squirm in ecstasy. You lick your thumb and bring it down to my clit and begin rubbing it trying to make me orgasm from 2 spots on my body. I start tensing up and moaning louder and louder. I scream, "Oh God Mitch, I'm about to cum again. Don't stop, Don't stop. YESSSSSSS!!! My pussy clenches down and that is enough to set your orgasm off and your cock swells up and pulses and you slam hard into me and scream that you are cumming also. We then are screaming and moaning in unison as you collapse down to kiss me and continue thrusting inside me until your orgasm subsides. My pussy twitches as it continues to feel the orgasm coming down. You roll to the side and pull me towards you so we lay against each other, sweating and breathing hard. I lay my head on your chest and listen to how fast your heart is beating. After we calm down and our breathing and heart rates have returned to normal, I look you in the eye and kiss you. "You ready for round 2?"

Will there be a round 2?