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Mistress

By: Mz.A.Chevalier



You dishonor me by disgracing yourself my pet, however, I would not discipline you when I am angry. Now that some time has passed, and my anger has subsided, I can PROPERLY teach you how to behave. Know that I love you. And sleep, sweet one. While you sleep you'll learn. I steal myself into your dreams. A flicker of your eyelids, and like a melody slipping into your mind...

…Roland grabs your shirt, snatches you up and brings you to me. You shake your head, trying to awaken as your sleepy eyes quickly dart back and forth between us.

"Roland, the very large man standing over you, is here to help you." He hefts you up roughly, stretching your arms across the wide wooden table in the middle of the room. 

"He will see that you pay attention and learn what I want you to know. It seems you have forgotten your manners but," I pause as your hands are folded behind your head, "I'm sure you will not forget again." 

His large hand presses your belly flat against the wood as your chin settles on the leather rim of the table and your legs dangle over the edge, your feet barely touching the floor.

Standing directly in front of your face I grasp your chin in my hand, pinching your cheeks between my fingers and tilting your head back so that I may see your face fully as I speak to you. Your wide eyes look boldly back at me

"You WILL NOT SPEAK. You will do EXACTLY what I tell you to do, and you will do it with grace and humility, as you should always do." My words are punctuated by quick jerks of your head. "Keep your eyes respectful; do not look at me, unless I grant you permission. Do you understand?" Your eyes are still wide with confusion, so I nod your head in response. "Your boldness tries my patience, pet." Finally you cast your gaze downward with an audible sigh.

(you remind me so very much of myself; defiant, self assured. But, you will learn as I learned. I smile, thinking how I both pity and envy you)

I pace around your stretched form, contemplating whether to strip you now or let you feel the paddle through the denim. 

"Pet, how will you handle this?" Raising one eyebrow and slapping the paddle against my hand I can't help but smile as I approach your face. There's a cold look of deviance in your eyes, though they remain respectfully low. 

"So, you think you are brave?" I place the cool wood against your lips. "Kiss your teacher, brave one!" Your lips are tight. 

"You will kiss your teacher before this night ends." My face is barely a breath away from yours as I softly kiss your terse mouth. "Let's get him a bit tender before we begin, eh, Roland?" Your eyes blink quickly, "Ahh, so I CAN get a reaction from you?" Still peering into your eyes and lifting your face. 

An arched eyebrow finishes my comments before I turn back toward the stable man. "Fetch me the small leather tails and a thick ring. He will learn to control himself one way or another. Won't you pet?"

"As you desire, Mistress." Roland smiles and chuckles as he leaves. 

Then, I gently caress your face, "You musn't' ever, EVER disgrace yourself again. We can't have ladies walking around with your passion on their skirts, now can we? I can't imagine how you have been trained in the past, but while you belong to ME, you WILL control your fervor or I will control it FOR you. You don't look feeble," I study your face again, "just defiant." Then, I pat your chin smartly and whisper into your ear. "Well, now you have an opportunity to reconsider your direction." 

You're blushing now, and I can't restrain my smile, "See, Roland? I knew he would be an apt student. He's learning already." 

(seeing your reaction takes me back…are you as terrified as I was? Or, maybe even more?)

While my burly helper is gone I move slowly down your outstretched body, dragging the edge of the paddle toward your behind and speaking quietly. "How will you react to the paddle's sting, do you know? I doubt you've been properly tested, we shall see. Tonight you will find out how brave you are, and more importantly, how obedient you can be." 

I lean against you from behind, my hands moving firmly up the outside of your thighs as I press and grind myself against your ass. "Arch your back, pet." I drag my dark red fingernails down your back, pulling at the fabric of your t-shirt, then lifting it over the small of your back and scratching lightly. 

You obey; as best you can given your perch over the edge of the table. "That's right, show me how you desire my touch." I continue tracing my nails over your back and down again to the curve of your hips. "Tell me pet, do you know why we don't send women into battle?"

"No," You answer slowly, pausing before adding, "Mistress."

"Then I'll tell you why." My hands slide around your waist and down over your trousers toward your sex. "Because there would be no battles…" Now I pause for effect, "Only massacres." With those words my hands slide to your crotch and with all my strength I heave you back as I slam my pelvis against your ass and my fingers dig into the crease of your thighs. 

The large stable man returns carrying a slender leather phallus in one hand while gently slapping the other hand with the long leather straps dangling from it. As he hands the phallus to me I motion for him to stand by your face.

"You may amuse yourself with him, Roland."

(are you as horrified now as I was then? I remember my Master's stable man. He smelled of horses...)

Roland leans very close to your face, "Only if it pleases YOU, Mistress."

"As you wish, Roland. Do as you wish with him." The thin leather straps make a 'whooshing' sound as I swing them quickly to the back of your leg. You jump slightly, then, 'whoosh' again as they bite the back of the other leg. "I think I'll just soften up his attitude, you may please yourself, if you'd like. No, it's MY DESIRE that you please yourself with him Roland. I'm sure that will humble him!" 

He smiles and presses his lips to yours, sucking on your mouth as he thrusts his tongue between your teeth and your knuckles are white as you strain to hold your composure. The straps strike hard at the very top of your thighs again, pushing your body forward, your mouth moving hard against his as he sucks at your tongue. 

The straps continue to assault your legs and rear as he deftly reaches inside the slit in the front of his breeches, and scoops out his thick cock and pendulous scrotum. 

The warm animal smell of the stable exudes from him and floats into you as he cradles your chin in his large rough hand and pinches your mouth into a pucker. Holding your jaw firmly, keeping your teeth clamped shut, he traces the soft curves of your mouth with the smooth, swelling tip of his cock.

"His mouth is very soft, Mistress," Roland smiles. 

"Yes, I know it is, Roland, but, mount him on the table for me before you continue."

"Oh! With joy, Mistress!" Grinning, he moves toward your rear, his sex swinging heavily across the front of his trousers, seeming to grow with the pull of gravity.

(do you realize the gift of restraint? The strain of compliance? I hope you savor it) 

With swift movements he opens your jeans, lifts you onto the table and pulls the jeans from your ankles. Then he spreads your legs apart until the muscles burn and he anchors your feet with leather straps attached to the ends of the long table. Now you are split and well served, like a ripe fruit. 

I see the struggle you endure to keep your hands gripped behind your neck as Roland returns to your face.

"Doesn't he look fine, Roland?" I touch the tendons at the back of your knees as your legs struggle against the bonds and with a firm swing the slender straps streak across the white flesh on the back of your legs.

Rolland bends down, kissing you again, lolling his large tongue in your mouth; tasting your teeth and tongue, sucking on your puffy lips, the scratchy hairs of his beard tickling your nose and chin. After several seconds, he pulls away and stands in front of you smiling. 

"He looks very fine, Mistress." His huge cock and balls dangle over the outside of his trousers. He pulls your face up, wraps one large hand under your chin, and with the other hand cups his scrotum, guiding himself toward your tense mouth. The bulbous tip, wet with his anticipation, presses against your lips as his hand squeezes your jaw, opening it into a pucker, and then the salty, sweaty cock fills your mouth.

The force of the paddle pushes you toward Roland as he thrusts his stiff cock at the back of your throat roughly before he pulls away slowly, smiling. "His mouth is nice, Mistress, but he's not very enthusiastic." 

"Suck his cock, Pet," another stinging blow from the paddle accentuates my words and lifts your ass. Then another SLAP! and another SLAP! SLAP! Your flesh begins to take on a rosy glow and I continue to work the smooth face of the paddle against your legs and ass. "I will NOT (SLAP) tell you twice! (SLAP) NOW! (SLAP) SUCK (SLAP) THAT (SLAP) COCK!" 

Your ass dances amusingly, though ineffectively to avoid the wood, and your arms strain to maintain their position as each thwack lifts and bites forcefully at your glowing skin. With tears welling, you slowly begin to suckle, as if on a thick nipple, shyly at first, and you pull and slide your tongue along the underside, coaxing, teasing the giant man. His hands move to your head, fingers digging into your hair, gently rocking himself to your nursing rhythm, his cock filling your warm mouth, slowly moving over the back of your tongue and nudging at the muscles in your throat, pulling gently at your soft, swollen lips.

(I wonder if you have tasted a man before...I remember the first time I did...stretched out very much like you are now.)

I lay my hand against your rear, scratching gently over the pink stripes, as I lean close to your ear and speak in soft tones. "Does Roland taste good?" My hand slips under your scrotum, then your cock. "You don't seem to like him. Well, we can fix that too," and my fingers quickly begin to manipulate that willful cock of yours, stroking firmly toward the tip and fondling at the foreskin as I press the paddle against your ass and then slide it along your thickening cock. "Cool now, isn't it?" Its smooth surface presses against you. "Enjoy its touch. Soon it won't feel so cool."

Quickly raising it back and bringing it down with some force I let it SLAP! Against your glowing ass. SLAP! SLAP! Your body jumps, SLAP! The flesh on your rear reddens more, SLAP! SLAP! And I move the paddle swiftly down your thighs to the backs of your knees as Roland slows his pace, and pulls himself from between your swollen lips. 

(I remember how it was to be on the table.... The abject humiliation...the fear, oh God! the fear I suffered...it was worse than the pain...I feared so many things then)

The slaps are harder now and as Roland tips your chin upward and wipes the sweat from your face your tender red ass jumps for me. SLAP! I scrape the paddle roughly against your stinging flesh. "That's it, move that fine rump around! Wriggle for me, pet." Your hips raise and move as the paddle both guides and follows your movements.

(the first licks are the easiest... before the flesh is raw... I tried to get away from the torment too...at first)

Your ass glows like embers in a breeze now, and a hot, dull, throb pounds almost visibly down to the soft flesh behind your knees. I press my finger against your cheek, noting the warmth, and how you flinch. "That's it, let me see how much you appreciate my time, bad boy. You must never be disrespectful. It only shows your weakness, and you will be strong, or I will know the reason why!" 

My bare hand, SLAP! against your glowing ass as I move toward your face again, my fingernails dragging sharply up your back, my hand slipping under your chin, pinching your mouth into a pucker and I kiss your salty lips and soft wet eyes. 

"I will have your respect. You will give it to me eagerly, and you will beg my pardon, won't you?"

With my hand nodding your head up and down, showing you the answer I expect, I ask again, "Do you understand?" 

Your head moves inside my hand once up and once down. "Good boy".

(I remember seeing my Master's feet before me that day...I wanted to scream...I bit my tongue to silence myself.)

I slowly walk around your outstretched body, my nails scraping along your tender skin, tracing down the inside of your arms. The cotton t-shirt sticks to your sweaty body and my fingers glide smoothly along the wet fabric to your tight nipple; rubbing your chest with my palm and then squeezing the flesh into my fist, making a tight, screaming little tit. Your eyes shut and a grimace overcomes your face, as I pinch and rub the throbbing tit. I can feel a low moan in your chest and notice how your arms struggle to keep your hands obediently behind your head. 

Roland kneels down, stroking your sweating face and whispering closely to your ear, "Be brave, and show her your strength. Don't abandon your dignity. Tears are expected, even cherished, squirming is appreciated, muffled moans desired, but do not scream aloud or beg for mercy. She will not be merciful. But show her your strength through your constraint. Keep your hands tight, if I have to restrain them she will be very displeased." He looks into your wet eyes and his dark bearded face brushes against your cheek as he sweetly kisses your quivering lips.

(good advice that I foolishly didn't follow...will you? These are hard lessons to be learned)

The supple leather straps of the rod tickle your legs as I drag them lightly from your foot across the rigid muscle of your calf to the stinging flesh of your thigh. Red welts are rising, and a hot pink glow covers your skin from the back of one knee across the exposed flesh of your ass over to your other leg. The straps scrape the red welts and make the tender skin itch and burn. 

Back and forth I brush the straps, as if painting you with fresh surges of needle pricks. Your cock dangles over the edge of the table swaying with the strokes of the straps. I can see your reaction. The veins of your cock swell as your desire, unwilling as it may be, coaxes warm blood into your engorging shaft. My cool finger traces the dark thick vein, teasing your juices toward the distended tip, as Roland returns to the warmth of your mouth.

(I remember the touch of my Master...his rough finger pressing into my screaming flesh; smearing the thick wetness over me...even the memory is torturously delicious)

I stroke you with the smooth tight tip of the leather phallus. Pushing it into the red welts, watching you squirm then slapping you with the length of it, whipping you with the long leather cock as if it were a heavy switch. Your ass wriggles wonderfully and as I tease your cock and balls with the rod you moan, your feet straining to release themselves and close your legs. 

I smile at your little dance and continue to torment your aching sex. Taking a large jar from the shelf nearby I dip my hand into the thick white cream then rub it firmly and very slowly into the red welts and warm irritated flesh of your legs and butt. The lotion is cool and your body reaches out toward my touch. 

"That's it pet, lift and dance for me. Beg for my attention." I slap lightly at your swaying cock, then smear the lotion over your tight balls pushing the silky cream into every crease, pulling them upward against your ass while Roland slowly fucks your delicious mouth.

"Roland, come here", I say softly, and he immediately pulls himself from your hungry lips, walking slowly toward me, his engorged organ swaying with every step. "I fear he will disgrace himself soon, attach the ring."

He grabs your cock roughly and ties a thick leather ring tightly to the base, engorging your scrotum and keeping your cock full. 

"The ring is wonderful, isn't it?" My slippery finger sides over your foreskin, pinching lightly and pulling toward the floor. "It takes away the NEED for control, but right now, pet, you are being punished and consider yourself lucky! Some would punish you with just the paddle, but I disagree with that. You'll remember this punishment far longer and more vividly than you would remember mere welts. Besides, we'll work on your control later." One quick SLAP with my hand and I move slowly toward your teary face dragging my nails up your trembling body. 

Stooping down I gently lick the tears from your cheeks and kiss your frightened eyes. My hands kneed and pinch at your aching little tits through the shirt, now saturated with your sweat and I kiss your soft pink lips, tasting the stable on your mouth. Your soft moan sings to me through your teary kisses and I feel your deep breath try to satisfy your body's need.

"Isn't he a precious pet, Roland? Don't you just want to eat him up?"

"Yes, Mistress, I certainly do!" he laughs.

"I think you should, but keep that ring in place, I won't have him satisfied ...not yet..." Taking your face in my hand and looking at you sternly, "not until I permit." 

Roland takes one long, very slow flat tongued lick from the back of your right knee, up your thigh, across the fiery cheek on the right side, down to your tight bud, swirling there for a moment. Your body moans as your hot ass lifts and pushes out to the hairy face pressed hard against you. His big tongue laps and licks at your tight anus, pointing and stabbing at you as you push stretching your aching legs further, moaning deeply in your chest. Flicking lightly, teasing you, he continues to the other fiery cheek and down your aching thigh. His large hand scoops under you, caressing you, pulling your stiff cock back, your balls pushing up toward your wet ass. His mouth licks at the tip of your ringed cock, pulling at the loose flesh of your foreskin, biting at it with his lips, sucking lightly, licking again and then licking along the underside of your scrotum to the sensitive flesh between your balls and anus. Scraping his teeth there, opening his mouth he moves his lips to your wanton little anus. Licking and sucking he eats at you, chewing lightly, tormenting you.

"Delicious", he mutters, talking into you as his hands stroke and caress your screaming cock.

(remembering how it felt when Darius did that to me, I didn't have to hold my passion back though, well you have no choice really...you look so lost sweet pet...is it harder for you because he is a man? I can't remember if it was harder for me the first time a woman took me)

Your face contorts as your passion rises. Unable to release, you shudder and moan, tears streaming down your face, but you hold your composure; your hands stay firmly behind your neck and your body, poor tired tortured body, dances beautifully, but doesn't resist.

As I stand before you, watching your tears, watching Roland devour you, I press myself to your wet face. Petting your head, holding you close to my warm sex as you moan, rubbing your hot tears against me as you kiss my clothing, begging without words.

"Roland", I speak softly while searching your soft eyes, "I think that he deserves a reward for being so brave. Why don't you reward him?" 

"My pleasure is only to please you, Mistress", he chuckles, and grabbing his huge cock, he slaps your ass with it briskly. Tapping the wet, swollen head against the tight screaming little mouth of your ass, he traces concentric circles around and around, smearing lotion over the tender flesh between your cheeks down to your swollen balls, finally stroking your engorged cock with his. Then he slides one hand under your sex and pulls you back between his legs as the tip of his cock nudges you. 

Your eyes are wide with fear and your legs tremble against the straps. Tears roll down your sweating face as the large stable man eases slowly into you. A moan, just short of a scream shudders through your body as the stiff cock penetrates you slowly, pausing to let you adjust then moving slightly deeper. 


Mistress



Brianna finished filing the last of Jared's documents. So many legal documents and letters and forms, it was enough to make her head spin. Jared Pierce was in a meeting with the other head CEO's of Pierce Productions, trying to pull the family business out of the muck his alcoholic father had left it in. Meanwhile, all his mother and good-for-nothing younger brother did was give him hell for it.

Poor baby.

She tidied up the office, knowing he'd be home late yet again. Her glossy black Prada's clicked a brisk staccato on the black marble floors as she crossed over to the mirror by the large double cedar doors. Pushing back a wisp of ebony hair behind one ear and checking that her blood-red lipstick was still perfect, she smiled at her reflection.

She'd order his favorite and prepared things for when he got home. As always, she'd help him wind down—that was her responsibility... to care for her beautiful man.

Brianna took a refreshing shower, set her waist-length hair loose and put on a flowing, black, sheer gown, open at the sides and down the front. A black, leather corset cinched her already tiny waist and thigh high black boots encased her long coltish legs.

Dinner was already set on the table, candles flickering, when Jared finally arrived home.

"I'm doing what's best for the company, mother. At this moment, it isn't wise to pull money out... I know you want to take another world cruise, but... For the last time—"he bit out ferociously, "Brianna has nothing to do with my decisions! I..." The sound of the cell phone slamming against a wall and breaking into a million tiny pieces was followed by the slam of the front door, strong enough to rattle the windows and snuff out one of the candles Brianna had lit for their romantic dinner.

She could imagine his magnificent body coiled up with tension underneath his three-piece suit; tension she would soon ease from him the way they both enjoyed.

As the seconds ticked by, Brianna lifted her wine glass and took a sip. Her eyes never leaving the thread of smoke that curled up from the snuffed-out candle. She crossed her legs beneath the table and sighed when he finally appeared in the dining room doorway.

Her sex clenched at the sight of him, completely naked, wearing his black leather, metal-studded collar. Thick muscles rippled on his chest, corded his ropey arms and legs. His erection pressed tight against washboard abs, the tip glistening with the evidence of his excitement. In his startling green eyes, she saw his desperation, his anxiety, and need. He took a few steps into the dining room and fell to his knees before the fireplace. There he waited for her inspection and approval.

And how could she not approve of such beauty. It wasn't usual to describe a man as beautiful, but no other word fit her angelic husband. His golden hair was cropped short, showing off his thick neck and meaty shoulders. Right now, his squared chin was ducked to his chest, dark lashes fanning his flushed cheeks and his lush lips parted in anticipation. God, she just wanted to lay him back and take him deep inside her... but that wasn't what he needed right now.

"Mistress," he sighed, trembling.

All that power and maleness at her disposal; her lover, her slave, her beloved pet... it was enough to make her wetter.

"You've had a hard day, my pet?"

He shuddered, then snarled, "yes, mistress. Very harrowing."

She studied him for a moment, taking another sip of her wine. "Is that why you almost broke the front door?" He tensed.

"I know you're angry, my pet, but I went through so much effort to make a soothing welcome for you and you burst into our home like a raging beast. You even snuffed out one of the candles." She clicked her tongue in the roof of her mouth shaking her head in dismay.

"I'm sorry, mistress. "

Brianna rose from her chair and walked over to his trembling form. He was so tense. She let her scarlet nails rake softly over his shoulders and through his soft hair. So beautiful... and all hers right now.

"To the dungeon," she said. He gasped at her words, his green gaze snapping to hers. "Now."

"Y-yes, mistress."

He followed her to their playroom, the dungeon, where she proceeded to strap him, ass up on the spanking bench.

He had such a delectable ass. She smirked as she ran her long nails over the taut flesh, giving him goose-bumps.

She decided to try out one of the newest toys she'd purchased, a wide, flat, leather paddle. It would sting and pinken his cute butt, but wouldn't damage his skin. Punishment wasn't meant to mutilate.

"Do you know why you're being punished, my pet?"

"Yes, mistress. I allowed myself to lose complete control in our home, without your permission."

"When we're outside, you have the control, but in here, I'm the mistress. You should have finished your disturbing call outside and broken your phone out there. Not in here... in my domain."

"Yes, mistress."

"Ten spanks, my pet, and I want you to count them."

"Yes, mistress."

He'd barely finished the word when she struck, the sound startling her, it was so loud. Her eyes snapped to his back. Every muscle was clenched, his head tilted back as he cursed tightly.

"One, mistress," he panted, tilting his ass up for more.

Brianna smiled her relief. She didn't want to hurt him. Her hand caressed the red mark, then she leaned down and nipped at it. He rewarded her with a groan.

Again, she reared back and flicked her wrist, slapping the paddle against his skin a second and third time, alternating ass cheeks. He squirmed, his muscles tensing then relaxing.

"Two and three, mistress," he groaned.

"Don't you dare come, Pet."

"No, mistress."

She spanked him three more times, barely letting him catch his breath between strikes.

"Four, five, and six, mistress."

"Does it hurt, my precious?" she cooed, caressing his heated flesh.

"Yes, my mistress."

"Do you want me to stop, baby?" Her nails raked up his spine, leaving faint red marks on his skin and making him hiss and squirm some more.

Jared's arms pulled against the chains that bound him to the spanking bench, "God, no, mistress." His hips moved as he obviously ground his hard dick against the supple leather of the bench.

"I'm going to mark you so that when you sit on that luscious ass of yours tomorrow you won't forget who owns it."

"Yes, mistress!"

She hit him four more times, bringing him to the edge of completion. By then, she was so wet for him, she literally had to restrain herself from turning him over and riding his loins till he was utterly spent.

But it wasn't what he needed right now. Not yet.

Releasing him, She ordered him to his knees, then perched herself atop the bench, spreading her legs wide.

"Pleasure me a while now, but you are not to come until I give you permission."

"Yes, mistress," he whined, obviously fighting his urge to spill.

His rose-kissed lips trailed wet caresses up her thigh until they reached her throbbing pussy. His fingers kneaded the exposed flesh of her thighs and his hot breath fanned over her slit. Brianna arched her back more, anxious to feel the desperate lash of his tongue against her fevered nub. They both groaned when he ran it through her folds as if savoring the sweetest treat. He used his teeth and tongue to eat her like a starved animal. Brianna gasped when he shoved the full length of his tongue into her clenching depths and began to fuck her with his tongue, his hips thrusting in time with his stabs into her pussy. He panted harder, whimpering in desperation. She wanted to order him not to come yet, but she herself was so close to the edge, she knew the minute she said the word come she would gush into his mouth. She needed to retain her control as mistress.

Jared suddenly pushed her legs up higher and shoved his errant tongue into her ass. Brianna screamed in surprise, then bucked in pleasure when his finger rubbed and pinched her clit, sending her headlong into a fierce climax. Her nipples throbbed as she lost her ability to speak while her body writhed. Tears leapt to her eyes as he continued to fuck her ass and torment her twitching clit, making her moan and twist in passionate agony.

He was so going to get it for that! She wanted him so wound up and ready to spill he'd taste the come in his own mouth.

When he finally released her, grinning at having made her come, she scowled at him. That wiped the smile right off his face.

"Now, not even your begging will move me, pet," she sneered, her breath still coming in harsh gulps.

"I-I'm sorry... please... I need to come... please, mistress." He fell to his knees, such a pretty sight, but now she wanted to see him sob with passion the way he'd almost made her cry.

"Stand at attention before me!"

He snapped upright, trembling, his head and eyes downcast, his hands clasped behind his back, doing his best to thrust his aching cock and hips forward submissively.

Brianna's mouth watered at the sight of all that quivering, sun-kissed skin before her. Two hundred pounds of muscled, aroused, male flesh.

When her legs were steady enough to put her weight on them, she pushed him against spanking bench and gripped his balls mercilessly. Jared yelped.

"You've been a bad puppy. See these balls?"

She squeezed, making him wince. "Yes, mistress," he gasped.

"These balls are mine! My balls! Say it!"

"These balls are all yours, mistress."

That made Brianna smile, her fingers coil around his thick prick. It leaped in her hand like an eager mount. She heard his intake of breath and reveled in the power she wielded over him... her golden angel.

"And this? Who does this belong to?"

"Yours, mistress," he almost sobbed as she stroked him slowly from root to tip and back again. "My cock is all yours."

The rigid flesh in her hands wept with lust. His thighs quivered in anticipation, the tremors echoing in his rippled abdomen. Brianna leaned forward and captured one pebbled nipple between her lips, torturing the coppery nub with her tongue and teeth until he writhed and sobbed with barely leashed passion. She took her time cherishing the other nipple, tasted his salty flesh, licked at his navel, and trailed her wet kisses down his belly until she came to his penis.

Jared arched his back, silently begging for her mouth upon his fevered dick. The head glistened and dripped with precome, but Brianna wouldn't be a very good mistress if she allowed him to rush her at his will.

"Lie back on the bench and spread your legs."

His legs shook, but he obeyed. Placing her hands on his thighs, she spread him wider, making him whimper and arch. His cock was curled up tightly against his belly, his balls drawn against the base... a mouth watering sight.

She lowered her head and lapped at his balls, enjoying the feel and taste of his hairless sack, as bare as a pre-pubescent boy. He groaned through clenched teeth. She continued to lick him, sliding down to the sensitive area just under his ball-sack to the seam of his ass.

"Brianna!"

That was his signal, that he was close to the edge, that he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Hold," she ordered, her claws pressing into the rock of his thighs as a warning. His body bowed with the effort. When she engulfed his shaft, he began to shake. She felt the head swell against her tongue. She moaned, loving the thick feel of his sweet prick in her mouth, the scent of his musk on her face. Brianna could devour his cock all day and never tire of the feel of it sliding through her lips. She slicked him well with her spit, until his rod glistened. Then, once satisfied with having tormented him enough, she stepped back and ordered him to "Fuck me now."

Her sexy tiger leapt from the spanking bench and rushed her. Not wanting to be crushed under his weight, she jumped into his arms, wrapped her legs around his lean waist, and let him thrust into her.

Pain, exquisite and fiery as his cock split her swollen cunt in one hard shove, making her eyes bulge. The bite of his possession was only momentary, followed by the bliss of the tight feel of him filling her up to bursting. He pounded into her like an animal, the slap of their skin, pants, and moans loud in the big room. He brought her up against the bench, driving deeper into her clenching heat, short, hard, quick thrusts that had her seeing stars, crying out in ecstasy, as her nails drew ribbons of red passion down his back.

Jared threw his head back and roared. Deep inside her, she felt the hot jets of come drench her womb, his cock leaping with every pulse, sending her over the edge again, her pussy clenching around him like a fist.

Sweat poured from their bodies and Jared's legs began to give beneath him. Slowly, she let them slide to the floor beside the spanking bench, cradling him in her arms. He was utterly spent. They both were

Brianna kissed his sweaty forehead indulgently, "Mmmm. My sweet baby needs a bath. Would you like me to bathe you?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Does your ass still hurt?"

"Yes, mistress." He smiled with a shudder.

She grinned looking down at him. She'd feel his pounding for a few days herself, a sweet reminder of her tiger's prowess.

So much strength and virility, yet, beneath the surface, this need to be dominated, tamed. She understood his life was one of suffocating responsibility, utter control. Only at home could he find release to all the tensions of his demanding role... in her arms, under her domination, with her devoted love... the love of his mistress.



Mistress



My mistress is in a dreadful mood today. But not with me. Never with me. No matter how bad things get in her life, I never see her as anything but the loving mistress I have come to adore. 

I give her the power and control that she doesn't normally have. The fact that she has never abused the permission I gave her at the beginning of our relationship to use me as she saw fit has never been lost on me.

She smiles when she answers her door. My mistress is always so pleased to see me. It warms my heart to know that something as simple as my presence gives her pleasure. 

My cock twitches in anticipation when she leads me to her bedroom without saying a word to me. I know to remove my clothes without being told to when I see the restraints hanging from the top of the door.

My mistress doesn't derive pleasure from humiliation or from causing me pain. I don't think she's ever used more than a simple riding crop to spank me. No. She likes to control and guide my actions as I strive to please her.

It is my eagerness and genuine desire for her that makes her happy. There are no distractions from the outside world as she places a blindfold over my eyes. It is only the two of us in this place and time.

Her silence tells me that she is in a stormy mood. I don't ask her what's wrong. It isn't my place to pry. She has always made it clear that her real life is separate from what she shares with me.

I struggled with that distance in the beginning, but in the end it was a small price to pay if I could remain hers. I'm simply there to be what she needs. To give her the kind of pleasure that only my submission can provide.

I feel the tips of her nails as she begins to slowly drag them along my skin...up from the insides of my ankles, lingering on my inner thighs before she grazes them against my balls. Her touch is almost light enough to tickle me. Almost. Instead, it makes me hyper sensitive to the effects of her intimate caress.

She knows what she's doing to me. I have often encouraged her to use me more harshly if that was what she needed. But she never hurts me. Never marks me. And I have learned over time that being a gentle mistress is in her kind and generous nature. 

I struggle not to cry out when I feel her warm breath on my cock. Her mouth is where I want it the most. This is where she will torture me. Not with pain. But with the effort to obey her wishes. I know what she will say before the words pass her lips. 

"Don't cum." She tells me. 

They're the first words she has spoken since she let me in the house. "Yes, mistress." I answer. 

But I know how difficult it will be to obey her. She knows that I will hold off my orgasm as long as I can. For her. Only for her. She knows I will suffer and struggle as she uses her hands and mouth to give me the most unforgettable pleasure. 

Such sweet torture. Worse than any physical pain I could endure. Worse than being made to do humiliating tasks. So, I brace myself as best I can for the sexual onslaught that I know is about to begin.

I plant my heels into the carpet and press my back against the door in the hopes that I'll last longer than five minutes. I'm grateful in that moment that I can't see her. 

Her perfect lips as they open. The tongue that never fails to make my cock as hard as steel...the teeth that she'll use to make the tender skin there beg for release. And her eyes as she looks up at me, daring me to fail.

The first flick of her tongue makes me jump. I can't help it. I can almost hear her grin. But my body quickly settles down as she begins. My cock is painfully hard, just the way she likes it. 

She doubted the sincerity of my attraction to her when we first met. My heart felt words didn't convince her. Neither did my unwavering submission in the beginning of our journey. Only my raging hard on allowed her to believe that I wanted her more than my next breath. 

She gently cups my heavy balls in one hand as she licks my shaft from the root to the tip, lingering just under the head where she knows I'm the most sensitive. The woman is a professional at varying her methods of attack and keeping me off guard. Not that I would ever want to be guarded with her. It's my mission in life to please my mistress when I'm in her presence.

I grasp the cuffs that hold my wrists when she finally engulfs me in her wet mouth. I moan. She enjoys it when I'm vocal. I resist the urge to push my hips forward when I feel her lips at the base of my throbbing cock. She has swallowed me whole, like the seductive predator that she is. 

When she sees that I've remembered her instructions to remain still at times like this, my mistress begins to suck in earnest. She moves me in and out of her mouth. Slowly...then quickly, never letting me figure out her rhythm. I begin to breathe heavily and tremble. She likes to see the effect she has on me. 

Within minutes, I know that I'm close to exploding in her mouth. I search my mind for the memory of our first training session. What did she say I should do when I need to cum at a time when she's forbidden me to?! 

"Please, mistress." I beg. This is what makes her wet. My pleas excite her. She stops suddenly, removing her mouth from my cock entirely. I sag in my restraints.

"Please, what?" She replies calmly with a hint of mischief in her voice. There is no anger or judgment in her sultry voice. I have always loved the sound of her voice. "Please allow me to return your kindness, mistress." I add a little breathlessly.

She wants to hear the words. My mistress is always turned on by hearing what I want to do to her. It is a unique and sometimes odd dynamic between a sub and a domme. But it works for us. And I am happy to oblige. I feel her release my wrists and then she removes the blindfold. 

When she turns without a word to walk to the bed, I know to follow. She remains dressed, albeit quite scantily...with the exception of what I need to see in order for us to be intimate. For all of my efforts to break through her insecurities about her body, it is something I have yet to conquer. 

If I were the one in charge, I would make her strip. But...I am not. She sits at the edge of the bed and opens her legs. It was always unheard of for me to stand above my previous mistress. But I don't stay in that position for long.

"On your knees." She commands. I obey instantly. She leans forward so that her mouth is at my ear. "Time to please me with your mouth."

That's all she says. She doesn't need to say anything else. My mistress has always been a woman of few words when we play. One of the things she likes about me has been my ability to read her desires with minimal instruction. She lays back on the bed, and I go to work.

My aching cock had softened, but seeing her beautiful shaved pussy in front of me brings my erection back with a vengeance. The knowledge that my mistress is a difficult woman to bring to an orgasm weighs on my mind as I open her lips with my fingers and zero in on her clitoris. 

It must seem like I'm hesitating, because she places her legs over my shoulders and pulls me forward. I immediately suck her clit into my mouth, coaxing it out of its hiding place. I've eaten her pussy enough times to know what makes her toes curl.

She's dripping wet as I begin flicking her clit back and forth with my tongue as I search for her g-spot with my finger. When I know I've found it, I add a second and begin to pump them into her.

I know I'm hitting the right spot when my mistress rakes her nails along my scalp and pushes her pussy further into my mouth. I can barely breathe, and I couldn't care less. Nothing matters more than pleasing her.

"Yes!" She screams. "Just like that."

I love making her come undone. Her screams of ecstasy haunt my most fevered dreams. I double my efforts, fucking her hard with my fingers as I alternate between sucking on her clit and flicking it with my tongue. I know my goal is within reach when she begins to writhe on the bed. I hold her torso down with my hand as I continue my assault. 

"I'm cumming!" She finally shrieks, and I taste the evidence of her words as her orgasm overtakes her and flows like honey into my waiting mouth. Her juices are warm and sweet on my tongue...the nectar of the Gods.



Mistress



"Show him how well you behave, pet, open to him, I want him to feel those muscles work," I whisper as Roland's hands slide up your legs, kneading at your glowing cheeks, penetrating deeper, inch by inch firmly and finally, completely. The huge man leans against your stinging flesh, pressing into the red welts, scratching at the reddened skin there, rocking gently to his own desire. 

You are screaming inside, I can see it on your face, but you hold your self in control as Roland slides in and out of your ass slowly, leaving the thick head inside while stroking himself. "Suck me into you!", he grunts as his hands spread your rear even farther. You finally open yourself willingly, pushing toward him, and he screams as he's pulled deeply into your hot slippery ass, filling and stretching you, then finally, bathing you in his hot sticky release. His hands lock on your hips, pulling and pushing you along the exploding shaft then plunging deeply and falling upon you, reaching around to your pounding little tits and squeezing roughly.

Your body shakes under him, aching for release, but the ring holds you back, tormenting you completely while his exhausted cock twitches and jumps in you then slowly softens as your muscles tighten around him. After several moments, Roland straightens, his now flaccid penis slipping out of you swiftly, his hot release trickling over your balls, coating your anguished cock. Your head droops and your chest heaves, as he continues to pinch at your taunt nipples.

"He is rewarded, Mistress. Thank your Mistress, slave!" he says laughing through winded breath.

"Thank you, Mistress", you whisper, choking tears back.

(I'm pleased with your demeanor sweet one...remembering Darius mounting me like that...the initial pain...then the mind racking pleasure...the thin thread between agony and ecstasy)

Now I move toward your red bottom, my hands glide along the wet shirt on your back and I instruct Roland to remove the shirt. He swiftly grabs two fists of the material and rips the cloth from your body.

With the rod in my hand I gently stroke at the burning flesh of your tired ass as the straps tease and tickle your cock and balls. Your body reaches out to me, begging for my attention, begging for my guidance and begging for my love. The leather phallus is smaller than Roland's cock, and it slides into your wet ass smoothly with no resistance. I move it easily back and forth, side to side testing the size and fit as your muscles tighten around it. Your body screams silently and your hips push toward me, begging me to satisfy your painful need.

"That's it, let me take you softly, and sweetly my pet. Kiss my leather cock as it fucks you lovingly. Lift your sweet ass up and feel me slide out, twisting inside you, just the tip, twisting and probing, pushing into the hot wet flesh inside of you." My free hand is stroking and massaging your screaming scrotum, sliding down to your imprisoned cock, stroking gently, scratching at the wet warm tip, spreading the moisture around and around then back up to the tight ring. My fingers stroke you gently, mimicking the rhythm of the leather cock. I can feel your body stiffen, your legs are tightly bound; yet they struggle to close. The long leather cock fully impales you now, the straps dangling from your burning anus, brushing against your balls, enticing your passion. You try to expel it but with a SMACK! Of the old wooden paddle you are reminded to control yourself.

"Hold the cock inside you, fuck yourself deeply with it."

As you grip the leather with your wet muscles, Roland is again ready to reward you and he pushes himself between your tear streaked lips. 

"That's my sweet baby slave, suck with both of your hungry mouths, take us into you and swallow us."

(watching you almost makes me wish I could trade places ...you impress me...I wonder if I would impress you)

Your breathing is rapid now, deep, strong, filling your lungs pushing your chest out to Roland's squeezing fists. Your nipples are swollen, stinging and throbbing with the rhythm of the stiffening cock in your mouth and the firm phallus sliding in and out of you.As his fingers pinch at your hard nipples, he withdraws; leaving just the tip nestled between your lips while stroking the shaft quickly. With the leather cock impaling your moaning rear, the large man brings himself to climax onto your lips, the hot fluid splashing against your teeth, into your mouth and down your chin.

(remembering Darius' hot fluid running down my chin onto my chest...his hands...coating my breasts with it)

I see that you will are approaching your limit and it's likely you'll faint if not released. My fingers stroke you firmly just to heighten your need, then, finding the ties of the ring and with a quick jerk the ring loosens as I move the phallus toward your seething prostrate, sending a hot consuming surge racing into your screaming shaft and straight out the tip of your cock. With a roaring gasp your hips heave and jerk-- whipping your throbbing balls and cock with the straps dangling from your ass again and again as your pelvis rolls through crashing waves of released anguish.

(oh my, I remember the total mindless abandon of that orgasm)

My cool fingers pinch and rub the welts and sore spots on your tender legs as you shudder and finally collapse loosely on the tabletop.

Roland unties your ankles and places you on the floor before me with your glowing ass raised up and the long leather straps hanging like a loose tail, then he pushes your head down to my feet. Your mind spirals through a cloudy hot sea of passion and desire, your chest heaves, and your body shakes uncontrollably.

"You have done well precious pet. Punishment will make you stronger, grace you with the power to endure many tests and trials.

Taking your tear stained face in my hands, and kissing your swollen lips gently, I look into your eyes.... searching for the truth of your humility. 

"Poor slave, you still have much to learn, and I will surely delight in teaching you." 

I smile at you despite myself, knowing how you must fear me and fear your circumstance, also knowing that you will realize in time that I will forgive you, my precious pet, if you ask me sweetly and sincerely for my pity. 

You already possess my love, and that, sweet helpless one, makes you the Master.



Mistress



I was sitting in my chair. My arms folded tightly against my chest. My legs were crossed and perched up on my desk. The only sound heard in the room was the sound of my latex boots rubbing together. My slave was late.

Knock... Knock

I didn't move from my position.

"Come in Slave"

My slave walked in the door. He was naked with his head hung low in front of him.

"On your knees, Slave"

He quickly fell to his knees and put is hands behind his back. He knew the routine.

"Face to the floor!" I said sternly.

He did as I ordered. I could hear his breathing becoming stronger. He was scared of what I would do. I could tell he knew he had displeased me and knew he would be punished.

"You were late, Slut!"

"You know I don't like it when you're late!"

"Yes, Mistress"

I moved from where I had been sitting and walked over to my slave. I got down right next to him and pushed his cheek hard against the floor. 

" You know you will be punished, don't you?"

"It excites you, doesn't it, Slut?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Stand Up!"

He stood up and I grabbed him by the back of his arms and pushed him forward. He stumbled a little and then continued walking. We walked out the study and down the hall to our playroom. Once inside I threw him on the floor in front of me.

"Go and get your stuff, Slut!"

He walked to the wall on the opposite side of the room, grabbed what he knew I would want and came back. He got on his knees in front of me and laid his things in front of me. There was a large ball gag, whip, blindfold, and my strap on cock.

I was standing in front of him with my crotch had his lips. He could smell my pussy. 

"You want my pussy, don't you, Slut?!"

"Oh Yes Mistress1"

"And you think after walking in here late that im going to let you have it?"

"No, Mistress"

"That's right, Slut!"

"Help me with my cock, Slut!"

He grabbed the medium sized cock and helped strap it to my wet pussy. His cock was getting hard, just getting that close to my juicy cunt. 

"Make sure it is tight, so it doesn't slip when Im ramming your ass, Slut!!"

He tightened it nice and tight.

"Now turn around!"

I bent down and picked up the gag and blindfold. I shoved the gag in his mouth and tightened the buckles tight so there was no way of getting it out of his mouth.

I tied the blindfold tight at his eyes. I went around in front of him and stuck my fingers deep in my pussy. It was a test to see if he could see. There was no reaction. 

I bent down and grabbed his chin in my hand and lifted him up off the floor.

I led him over to a low coffee table. I threw his body down hard against the hard oak wood. His body smacked down on the wood. 

"Hands out in front"

I came around in front and tied one hand to either leg of the table. I then proceeded to tie each ankle to the back legs of the table. He was on the table width wise, so his arms and leg were spread very far apart.

I went back to the floor where we had been earlier and picked up the whip. I came back over and began slowly dragging the whip across his ass.

"You know why you're being punished?"

He shook his head yes.

"You have disappointed me, Slut."

"I expected more from you!"

WHACK WHACK WHACK

The whip landed hard across his ass.

WHACK WHACK WHACK

His cock was getting harder every time I checked.

"You're such a slut, you like to be spanked don't you?

I went around and took the gag out of his mouth. I wanted to hear him say it.

"Don't you, Slut?!"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Tell me, tell me how much you like to be whipped."

" I like it Mistress, I like it when you whip me"

I left the gag out so I could hear the sounds he made as I whipped him good.

WHACK WHACK WHACK

With every lash he jumped and moaned.. He was a strong man, he could take the pain very well.

WHACK WHACK WHACK

"Alright, that should do it for the punishment."

I walked in front of him.

"Suck my cock, whore!!"

He hesitated but slowly began wrapping his mouth around my cock. He slid his mouth up and down over it. He was giving even a better blow job then I had seen some women give. Maybe even better then I could give.

I pulled the cock out of his mouth and walked to the drawer about 3 feet away. I opened the drawer and pulled out my tube of KY. I slathered it over the cock and walked up behind my slave. I smacked his ass with the back of my hand and rammed the cock deep in his ass. He let out a loud moan and his body squeaked across the table. I began fucking him hard and steady in the ass. I wasn't letting up at all. My hands were around his waist and I was fucking him hard, pushing it in as far as it could go. The little plastic balls were banging against his. I was fucking him with all my force. All of a sudden I saw him cummimg all over himself. I rammed the cock in hard on last time.

"What is this? Did I tell you, you could cum?"

"No Mistress, but...."

I cut him off... 

"Shut up, you know better!"

"Know, you're going to make me cum."

I went around in front of him and stuck my pussy in his face. He stuck his pierced tongue deep in my pussy. His nose was rubbing my clit. His tongue was working it hard and fast. Periodically he would bite at my clit and then resume fucking me with his tongue. I came all over his face.

"Now clean me up slave."

He made sure to clean up every last drop. This was his reward for making me cum. He loved the taste of my juice.

I pulled his blindfold off of him and went around and untied him. I stood him up and grabbed him forcefully. I stuck my tongue deep in his mouth.

"Was that good enough for you, Rich?"

He smiled and said,

"I can't wait till its my turn!"



Mistress



On the floor she knelt, as I had ordered. With my whip in hand I thought about what to do next.

"Girl. Get up and walk over to the horse."

"Yes Mistress" was the soft reply. She walked over to the horse and stood waiting for me.

I took hold of her wrist cuff, and bent down pulling her. With a soft click I fastened her to the horse bent over the padded top. I quickly fastened her other wrist and then both ankles so she was bent and exposed. I could smell her excitement, and couldn't help feeling some of that same sensation.

"Are you ready to be dealt with?" I asked in an even tone.

"Yes Mistress, Please"

"Please? Are you thinking you can rush me? Maybe I just want to see you like this for a while."

"I'm sorry Mistress." she said with a tremble in her voice.

I let her be for a few minutes. The clock in the room ticking with cold precision. When I felt she had waited long enough, I brushed across her bottom with my riding crop. She shuddered and let out a soft moan. Oh yes, she needed this. SMACK!! I struck her exposed rear and watched her jump. I knew the crop made much more noise than pain, that's why I liked to start with it. Smack, Smack, I moved all around her buttocks and worked her back as well. She moaned with deep pleasure, rising to meet the crop as I brought it down on her reddening flesh. I could tell her excitement was building, so I stopped.

Moving to the case on the wall, I put away the crop and brought out my favorite toy, a multi-tailed Flay, soft leather dangling from a tightly wrapped metal handle.

"Girl? Are you pleased?"

"Oh yes Mistress I am."

"Good. Then I will proceed. But I must tell you, you are not allowed to cum without my permission. If you do I will be most displeased, and shall have to take appropriate measures. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress. I understand I will try not to fail you."

" I know you will try. You are a good girl, most of the time." As I said the last I struck her with the Flay. She shook and pulled visibly at the bonds that held her.

I walked back over to the case and took out two small, adjustable clips with black rubber tips. Walking back to my girl, I grasped her left breast. It was large and pendulous, the nipple dark rose and hardening at my touch. I took the nipple and rolled it between my thumb and first finger, feeling it hardens even more. I set the clip at the lightest setting and put it on her nipple. She moaned and I saw beads of perspiration forming on her pale brow. I turned my attentions to her other breast, treating it in the same manner. Once done with this I walked around behind her and struck her beautiful bottom again and again, stopping every few strikes to let her feel each blow in its individuality.

Her sex was wet with pleasure. I could see her lips reddening as the blood rushed to her tender parts waiting for what might come next. I backed up a couple of steps and drew back to strike again, this time I hit her right in her most tender area. She screamed a roar of ecstasy and bucked against the horse thrashing her head around.

"Girl." I said softly

"Yes Mistress." she panted

"You are getting the horse all wet. Whatever shall I do with you?"

"I'm sorry Mistress."

"No matter, I will take care of it." Was my reply.

Once more I went to the cabinet. I pulled out a harness and dildo, a third clamp, and two small chains. Going to her, I took hold of first one then the other breast and fastened them together with the chain, it was is the form of a Y so I took the third end and fastened it to the base of the horse. Any movement would pull those luscious nipples taut. I set the tension on the next higher setting on both nipples watching her gasp with pain/pleasure. Backing up once more I lashed her with firm strokes, hitting back, legs, bottom, and sex with equal efficiency. I could see she was getting very excited, her breasts were pulling at their chains and her body was laced with bright red stripes.

"Girl, You're not thinking of cumming are you?"

"No Mistress." she gasped

"I think you are lying."

"No Mistress! I wouldn't lie to you!"

"Just the same I think we will wait until you cool down a bit."

"No Mistress!"

"No? Maybe I am done for the evening if that is the attitude you must display."

"I'm sorry Mistress. I forgot myself. Please forgive me."

" Oh very well, I suppose I can be lenient this time."

"Thank you Mistress. Thank you."

By this time I had applied the harness and dildo attachment, and had retrieved the riding crop, preferring it in close quarters. Walking around in front of her I smacked each breast with the crop, watching them sway and pull against the chain. I bent between her legs and placed the third clamp firmly on her clit, fastening its chain to the base of the horse as well. She cried out and moaned. Walking back around to her front I thrust the dildo into her face and said "Suck this now." She hungrily pulled it into her mouth and got it all wet and slick with her saliva. 

Suddenly I pulled it out and smacked her breasts again watching her strain and moan. The room was filling with the scent of her juices and perspiration. With her bent over that horse she was exposed fully. I rubbed her slit with the head of the dildo, then I rubbed her tight little asshole with it. She tensed in fear? I struck her with the crop across the back as I shoved the dildo all the way into her tight pussy. She screamed and strained and moaned. reaching down I circled her anus with my finger as I pumped into her hot wet pussy with the huge phallus. 

"You're not thinking of cumming are you girl?" I asked, knowing that was *all* she was thinking of

"No Mistress" she gasped. I let the lie pass.

One finger became two pushing in and out of her ass in counterpoint to the phallus as she moaned and thrashed her head around, her hair becoming quite damp from the exertion.

"Would you like to cum girl?"

"Oh yes Mistress, Please."

"What would you like to do girl?" I pressed deeper into her.

"I would like to cum now Mistress."

"Would you beg to come girl?" I had completely stopped moving and was fully engulfed in her pussy.

"Yes Mistress I would beg." She was breathing hard.

"Then Beg." As I said that I began to move, slowly at first then faster.

"Please Mistress" she begged "Please may I cum?"

"Please, Please Mistress, May I come now?"

I thrust into her pussy, and whipping her across the back, I ordered

"Cum now!!"

She screamed. She shook. Her whole body seemed to vibrate as the orgasm took her. I kept thrusting into her anus and pussy as she came again and again, panting like a beast.

I slowed then stopped as her movements slowed. I backed away and replaced the crop in the cabinet, setting the harness and dildo aside for cleaning. I first took the clamp from her clit then I removed the clamps from her nipples, she shook as the blood rushed back into them. I unbuckled first her wrists then her ankles.

Helping her over to the pad I handed her the water bottle, she drank thirstily. I handed her a towel and moved to wrap her in the blanket I had set aside for just this purpose. She leaned into my embrace and sighed.

"Next week is your turn right?" she said with a smile 

"Yes Mistress."



Mistress



It was last Fall when I last visited my decease wife, Kate's grave sight, out of love and respect I have for such a promising actress that faced death before her time as the BMW spun out of control on such a rainy night that struck the guardrail on I-71 and bursts into flames I still see in my flamboyant eyes as though it was just yesterday when she took a good portion of me to her grave.

A lovely woman who understood my cries late at night, struggles of success, and all these ups and downs that Kate understood so well were still ringing in my ears even though it's been five years since the accident. 

To this day I can't see myself being with another woman, even though she would want me to, I cannot bring myself to share the same bed, feelings, indulge her breasts or even give another woman this same enjoyment I'd always been able to give this much older lover. But little did I know I wasn't alone that afternoon at the beautiful headstone of pure gold. Discussing my future with my wife as an actor that had just received an award for best actor.

"I know it's been along time Kate. Sure I still love you! I don't know why I can't love another…." I said five years ago today.

"I still can't bring myself to care for another woman that knows my every move and sooth the aches and growing pains of a mere boy ,19, that fell head over heels in love with such an understanding woman as you."

"Why?"

"Yes, I will try again, but I cannot promise you that I will love her like I have always loved you. The sight of your perfectly round breasts, tan figure, rosy cheeks, long red hair and the shade of your eyes, green, that brought out the color in your cheeks that I feel in love with that night at the bar."

After I had left the cemetery I could still sense something I cannot explain, something I felt back there, something rare and pleasing to my body I have never felt before since Kate entered my life…spirit perhaps?

Snow begins to fall much faster as I slip and slide my way to my driveway where much of the front lawn was covered, blanketed, with this white stuff that must be every bit of three inches or more. Realizing Christmas was just around the corner, very day that my Kate had left me. Sensing something or someone outside playing in the snow as I move my feet slowly across the house and watch this pretty middle-age woman making giant angels in the snow from the front window.

My heart suddenly felt the burning sensations, as one, when I felt weak at the knees and nearly buckles to the floor. Enjoying this sight of bleach-blond wearing warm clothes to protect her wan flesh, woman so enjoyable to watch, that suddenly sees me making eye contact to her elegant frame that laid there like a perfect angel with both legs spread and arms stretched out, moving these body parts in such harmony. Wondering if I were going insane when I was the only one that can see her. 

Suddenly I jerked my weary eyes towards the kitchen where the sound of a whistling tea kettle took me by surprise, but when I turn back around she was gone, vanishing, along with the angels she was forming in my front yard. So I went back into the kitchen to pour me a cup of the herbal tea and sit by this crackling fire the way Kate and I would always do on cold nights like this. Sitting here with my legs crossed, dressed in my long brown robe with the picture of my true love I'd lifted from the mantle to admire such beauty and warmth in her eyes. This smile I miss when suddenly her face was replaced by this one I saw moments ago. "Who are you? Why are you here?" I asked, watching her eyes light up with much glee.

"Let's just say I'm your guardian angel." She replied, smiling delightfully as she gazes, looks deeper into my eyes and wraps a few strand's of her tapered hair around one really pale finger. 

I tried desperately to void out this look about her, the way her eyes studies me, the way she smiles, the way her dark lashes curls and the perfect formation of each round bosom that reminds me something aweful of another….

"Can I have a sip of your tea?" 

She politely asks as I unconsciously brought the antique cup my grand-mother once gave me to the puckering of this womans lips. "Umm, I haven't had this kind of tea in years." She said as she smiles that smile and licks the remaining tea from her rosy lips with a sharp coo.

"Oh, really, wow." I answered, when my robe suddenly worked it's way open on it's own as yet another sharp pleasing coo exits through her soft straight lips. Mouth that made me want to open up to her and give her what her lovely topaz eyes were yearning for this very moment. But as the crackling fire rose higher this vision of beauty too had risen high and into a huge ball, like seeing earth from another galaxy as she quickly spun a few more times around me than vanishes upstairs. 

"Where have you gone!" I cried, working my feet up the steep steps with my robe wide open and hands moving gracefully up and along the smooth banister made of the finest cedar known to man.

My heart begins to pound harder against my broad chest as I knew the bedroom door I had left, not long ago, was indeed closed tight. So I stood here tying the twin strings together that once exposed my entire nudity to a total stranger I know very little about, except this warmth in her eyes that I was accustom of seeing in Kate's, too inviting me into the room with a soft suspicious voice.

Turning the fancy gold knob slowly clockwise as I took yet another deep breath before entering the cold room, where a window was open, and one incredibly beautiful woman relaxing on my black satin sheets wearing a "royal blue lace thong teddy" to accompany her radiant eyes and ravishing hair that laid wet and slicked back, as though she had taken a shower.

Her eyes wandered to my loose ties and with a soft blink of her eye I felt the softness of my robe sliding down my body, totally exposing myself. Than came her soft voice once more. "Come closer to the bed my love. I yearn for your passion I know can please my cravings and utmost desires." 

My bare feet felt the softness of the plush white carpet as I casually walked towards her cat-like eyes and the purrrr she sent me that squeaks through her semi-puckered lips that I somehow knew I must reach before this mood of hers would relax and she would be gone forever.

"You've been sipping the wine again, haven't you?" She said so charmingly and seductive tone that made my lips quiver, matter of fact my entire body was shaking to the sight of her evening-wear and moist kisses to my neck, lips, biceps and chest before reaching my perky lips once again to tease me with her strong energetic tongue that sweeps across mine and over my clean teeth as she presses her body against mine in an awkward way, positioning ourselves on our side. 

"Umm, you're rock hard…baby." She said as her entire poised hand of ice reacts to my ability to sift her dark nipples thru the see-thru garment she wore especially for me that sent a message to my cluttered mind of who this woman is that brings me much passion and pleasure I once felt. 

Realizing when I felt her perfect breasts, tight thighs and her soft as silk womb hairs that made me happy again. Perfume of "Sudden Passion" lingering the room and sheets as we made wild passionate love together, performing well with this silicone woman I ordered soon after I heard the news of Kate's tragedy.

"I'm glad your back!" I shouted, programming this doll I designed perfectly for my needs when I went to the scene of the accident and saw the other victim, passenger, lying across Kate's lap. Beth, a cousin of Kate.

"You did a wonderful job on me…baby! So just for that baby I'm going to get on top of you and screw your worm like never before!"

I suddenly felt as though I had created a monster once she was on top and her strides were that of two pistons against my enormous hard-on that was very much oiled and full of Christmas joy. Money very well spent as I have this incredible urge, need, to program Beth to do more to me than ever before.



Mistress



He was nervous, very nervous. He had been speaking online with her for six months and this was to be their first meeting. Over this time, he had laid his sexual soul bare to her. She knew his every desire; indeed his every fear and today she wanted to play with him.

When she arrived at the pub, they kissed. It was a tentative kiss, but after a couple of drinks and general chat, she leant forward, took him by surprise and said, “Shall we go to the hotel?” 

He nodded, a surge of adrenalin shot through his stomach and he followed her, wondering if he was doing the right thing. With his job, he booked into hotels all the time, but this time it was different. He was a bag of nerves and was sure that the receptionist could read his mind. Was it his imagination, or did she give him a knowing wink as he took the room key.

In the lift, they just looked at each other; he smiled as though to convince himself that everything was going to be all right. He opened the door to their room and she walked in ahead of him. 

“Take your clothes off,” she ordered. He was slightly taken aback by the suddenness of her request, but it was said in such a way that implied no discussion on the matter was going to take place, but he knew it was what he had come for and as she sat in the chair in the corner of the room watching him, he snatched at his buttons. Her voice cut across him and he heard her say, “Slowly! Take your coat off first, fold it neatly and put it on the drawer.” He swallowed, his throat going dry, but he did as he was told.

As each layer was removed, he felt her power. At each instruction, her voice became more and more assertive. Until he stood in front of her in just his boxer shorts, waiting for that inevitable order to remove them, but it did not come. Instead she just looked at him. A look that told him that she was in charge. As he looked back, it was as though a telepathic understanding had passed between them and he lowered his eyes to the floor, in a symbolic show of giving up power to her. Until she said there time together was over, he no longer considered himself her equal; he was hers to do with as she pleased.

“Good slave,” she whispered, “Now take off your Boxers.”

He did as he was told and a feeling of excitement coupled with vulnerability shot through him. She stood and walked around him, as though she was appraising him, as if deciding whether she would humiliate him by making him dress and leave, or whether he would pass her inspection and she would permit him to stay and serve her. Every now and then her hand would reach out and touch him, but far from being a loving tender caress it was testing how muscular his arms were, looking at his teeth as though she was inspecting a horse. Finally, she looked at his excited cock, she took her thumb and pushed down on it testing its rigidity and watched as it flicked back up.

“On the bed, on your hands and knees,” Her voice snarled.

“Yes, Mistress, thank you Mistress,” he said, as though he was grateful she wanted him to stay.

Kneeling there, the first thing she did was to slip the blindfold on to him, plunging his world into darkness and releasing his imagination and senses. She whispered to him, “I am going to get ready.”

He knelt, tempted to peek, but knowing to do so would be punishable. Alone, he heard her, it sounded as if she was dressing, he heard buckles being done up and zips being pulled and his imagination ran riot. He felt cool of the room against his nudity and he shivered, but all the time, maintained his erection.

She moved to the head of the bed and removed his blindfold, “You have thirty seconds to look!”

The light hit his eyes and the pupils initially contracted. She wore a leather Basque, her large breasts spilling over the top of them, yet concealing her nipples. The thigh length boots were black and there was at least a six-inch heel on them. In her hand she slapped the butt end of a bull whip, her natural blonde hair drawn back tightly, her face heavy with make up and as he stared, his cock throbbing she stood to one side to reveal the items on the table beside her. Paddles, vibrators and an assortment of collars, leads and gags. 

The last thing that he noticed as the blindfold went on him again as his thirty seconds drew to a close was the strap on dildo wrapped around her waist. His anus puckered involuntarily and then squeezed tight as darkness descended on him once more.

He felt what he thought was a finger, trailing down his back, it must have been a finger, because it felt sharp as though a fingernail was digging into him and then the sensation changing to a smoother feeling as the pad of the finger took over. Sliding between the cheeks of his ass, resting against his anus. He felt the coolness of a liquid, what was it? It had to be KY jelly, and it was applied liberally, fingering his anus and then sliding inside him, finger fucking his ass. He felt another hand grab his cock and masturbate it and then her voice, “Under no circumstances are you allowed to cum until I tell you.”

The torment of her seductive slow strokes up and down his KY covered shaft combined with the invasiveness of her finger in his ass and all the time blindfold, stopping him seeing, his imagination the only release. Her finger caressing his G Spot and whilst the feeling was sublime, He was wishing she would stop, because he didn’t think he would be able to last without cumming and he was so determined to obey her every word. His cock was swelling and she whispered to him, “Don’t you dare cum!”

She continued, taking him to the limit, “Mistress, I am losing control!”

“I know,” was all that she said and she continued to wank him and finger fuck him till he thought he would burst and then she stopped. His breathing was heavy and his ass continued to buck, but she had sensed his moment of no return and stopped a second before. He eased himself down from the state of orgasm and then he felt it against his ass. It was the strap on. Slowly he felt himself being invaded by 8 inches of plastic and she slowly started to fuck him in the ass. Slow long strokes, holding him steady and fucking him harder and harder, her hand moving around again and masturbating his cock, bringing him back to an orgasmic state and each time he was about to cum, she stopped masturbating him and instead just fucked him in the ass with her dildo. He felt the softness of her thighs against the back of his and he felt her grind her hips into him as though she was a man. Again and again, she masturbated him, until he thought he could take no more and she stopped, withdrawing the dildo from his ass and stood by the bed.

“On your back.” She said, and he turned over, his face red with the exertion and the stimulation, his orgasm subsiding. He felt her tie his arms with sheer stockings above his head and then his feet, tied to the posts at the bottom of the bed. His cock quivering, anticipating, what she next had in store for him and then he felt the pain. His nipples were tweaked really hard.

“Give me your tongue,” she said and as his tongue slipped out, she French kissed him, sucking hard on his tongue and then biting it hard. Feeling him wince, her hand slapped his thigh and she looked down at him, ”Nice red colour, good Slave.”

A little bit of him was scared at the change in her mood, loving and sexual to aggressive and violent, but his erection did not wane, if anything he was probably harder than he had ever been in his life. He was throbbing so much, it was hurting, but it was a nice kind of hurt.

She rubbed what seemed like a balm where she had hit him and also on his nipples and he felt the stinging ease. She whispered to him, “Open your mouth.” He felt her drop something in his mouth and he tasted it, it was chocolate.

“Good boy,” she said as she slowly massaged his front. Gently loving caresses. Tickling his sides, every now and then brushing her velvet gloved hand over his cock, giving it a wank of about four or five strokes before stopping. Stroking the inside of his thigh.

He felt her mouth cover him and slide down his shaft. Her tongue twirling around his cock and then moving up again, before sliding down his shaft again. Sucking hard on him driving him into a frenzy. Once more she stopped as he reached that critical point and she tasted his precum, which was oozing from him.

She untied him and removed his blindfold. “Across my knee,” she commanded. He did as he was told and as he did so, he felt his cock gripped between her leather-clad thighs. Each thrash of the paddle on his ass, making his cock fuck those boots.

His ass was red and sore and she told him to once more lie on his back. This time she straddled him and took his cock into her pussy and rode him. She started slow and rode him harder and harder. Just as he was getting into a rhythm she stopped and withdrew, keeping his cock in contact just. Again she moved down on him and repeated this till his orgasm was upon him. Then one last time, she stood from him and walked to the bottom of the bed. 

The atmosphere was electric and she whispered to him, ”You can cum now!”

They both looked down at his cock and it was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him. He erupted by permission. His seed squirting high into the air in an arc, then landing on his stomach, his chest and his face. He lay back drained, but with a smile on his face. 



Mistress



Black six-inch spike heels. Black silk thigh highs. Black crotch less panties. Black garter belt. Black leather corset. Riding crop.

You enter the room and see me dressed as I am. Intimidating. Dominant. I bid you strip every stitch of clothing from your body, and abruptly leave you to your privacy. After but moments I reenter the room, knowing you’re devoid of any coverings. As I have left none in the room for you to find.

I approach you and without a single word tie each of your hands in turn, to a length of silken rope on opposing walls. I circle you, dragging the riding crop along your tender flesh.

After several circles I move from you, putting a finger to lips, stopping the question I know is there. “NO talking. None.” I strut over to an armchair and sitting, I cross my legs slowly and merely gaze at you. Knowingly making you uncomfortable.

Watching you squirm, I uncross and re-cross my legs. You wet your lips and I smile a knowing smile. I tap the riding crop against my thigh and look to be contemplating your fate for the night.

I uncross my legs and spread them, leaning my elbows on my knees. Your eyes are fixed to my sweet spot. I know, as this was my intention. I smile wickedly at you and watch as your eyes grow wide, your lips part and your flaccid member become rigid.

I move back in the chair and prop my legs on either arm. Giving you quite the view. I take the riding crop in hand and draw it up and down my thighs, slowly, drawing your eyes along with it.

Your breathing, and mine, quicken. I draw the crop up one thigh and up my mound to my stomach. Whap, I slap the crop lightly against my mound. Whap, again. Whap. With each slap to my mound you jerk. I know you like it.

Whap, whap, whap, in quick succession. I can see you straining at the binds. I close my eyes and lick my blood red lips. I rub the handle of my crop along my cleft. You know what’s next. Slowly I circle my clit with the handle of my crop. Now you’re getting antsy. I give you a crooked smile and rim my moist opening.

You stare as inch by inch slowly disappears inside me, until the six inches of braided leather handle are gone. Painfully, for you, I slide it in and out. Your hips moving with every stroke.

You’re panting now. I remove the crop from my moistness and can see your disappointment. It’s written all over your face. I slowly lower my feet to the floor, rise and approach you. “You didn’t utter a sound. Good boy.”

Slowly I smooth the crop up and down your chest, circling your nipples. I look into your eyes and flick my eyebrows up quickly. Looking down at my work I slide the crop slowly down the center line of your chest, until it’s just barely touching the very tip of your straining manhood.

Breaking contact, I move the crop lower. I bring the head of the crop up first one thigh and then the other. Making you squirm. Smiling to myself, I bring it up under your balls. Lifting first one and then the other, then letting them drop.

You groan, as quietly as you can. Breaking contact, I look up and smile, “make all the noise you want lover boy, but no words. The more noise the better.” I wink and you close your eyes, groaning loudly.

Gazing back down, I stroke the crop up and down the length of you. You match each stroke of the crop until I pull it away. With a grunt of disapproval, I giggle and move around behind you.

You crane your neck awkwardly trying to see what I’m up to back here. Whap. (That’s what.) I push a finger against your chin until you face front again. Whap, whap, whap. I caress the area gently before moving onto the other cheek.

Each whap elicits a tiny flinch. Once your ass is red and warm, I press my body against you. You moan and I bring my right hand around to tease and squeeze your nipple. When you begin to writhe I trail my hand down your side, dragging my blood red nails along your tender flesh.

I bring up my other hand to tease your other nipple. With my right hand I bring the riding crop up in front of you. While still caressing your nipple I move the crop lower, bringing your eyes along with it. Until finally it hovers just above your manhood.

Gently I tap the crop against you. You flinch and groan. Knowing it doesn‘t really hurt I whisper “A little pain never hurt anyone.” I flick my tongue against your earlobe and tap you again. A few more light taps of the crop against your manhood and few to the balls.

I move around to the front of you again and smile a devious smile. The kind of smile that makes you hard just wondering what I’m thinking. I hold out left arm out the side and with the right tap the crop against my mound. Whap, whap, whap.

I strut over to a table and lay the crop down. I smile at you over my shoulder and wink. I come back over to you and stand there, looking into your eyes for a long moment before dropping to my knees.

I drag my nails along your shaft and balls. You throw your head back and groan. Grabbing a firm hold of you I blow cool air across the tip. You moan all the louder.

Letting go my hold you look down at me. Which is what I wanted. I take all of you into my mouth with one swift motion. You almost swoon with ecstasy.

I cup your balls with one hand and fondle them slowly while I draw my mouth up and down your hard shaft. You moan and grunt, as I move to slowly for your tastes.

I withdraw completely and watch as you probe the empty air for my hot mouth. I giggle and thrust you into my mouth once more. I wrap one hand around your balls, the other around your shaft and bob my head vigorously while you match my every movement.

It takes but moments for you to burst. I swallow it down thirstily and grin up at you, when finished. I wipe my mouth with my wrist as I stand to face you.

Knowing your stamina from previous encounters I know you aren’t done yet. Knowing your strength I wrap my arms around your neck and lift myself to wrap my legs about your waist.

All this teasing has got me wet and you slide into me so very easily. I settle right down onto you as if I were made for this. After scant teasing moments, I slide up and down your slick shaft.

I ride hard and fast, after brief moments I’m gripped by powerful orgasm. You nuzzle my neck and I giggle. With you still within me I lever myself to unbind your wrists. You grip my waist fiercely and in three steps, slam my back against the wall.

I grunt and laugh wickedly. Hard and fast you pound into me. This is my sweet punishment. Your long awaited revenge. I pant and writhe beneath you.

Suddenly you back away and I find myself thrown face down onto the table. Using one leg you kick my feet apart and drive yourself into my waiting pussy. You drag my hands behind my back and hold them together with one hand.

The other hand snakes up my back and into my hair. Pulling my head back slightly you whisper “now no talking remember.” Driving yourself into me I pant and writhe, while thrusting back against your every movement.

It takes several minutes before you feel my pussy spasm around you. Within seconds I feel you pulsing inside me. After the last waves ebb you let me up. I turn to you and grin. I lead you over to a sofa and we collapse against one another. What a night. 



Mistress



Standing on the outer deck of the immense château, she silently watches as the fog rolls across dew kissed fields. Enveloping the white washed fences surrounding the acres of grazing fields, the soft whickering of the horses lingering over the stillness of the morning. The fog silently sweeps over her feet and ankles, encasing them in a moist kiss of fleeting mystery.

Pulling the fringed shawl tighter to her shoulders, a soft morning breeze swirls the fog into rising patterns of cloud and mist. Staring off into the nothingness that makes the lovely mystery, she watches dark shapes dart through the thickening moisture before quickly sweeping away from the rising swell of white foam. 

The warm hand upon her shoulder causes the young girl to jump. Turning slightly she looks into the face of a woman servant. 

“Mistress wishes your attendance at once.” 

Nodding her head slightly in acknowledgement of the spoken command, she turns back into the warm interior of the château in purpose of seeking out her Mistress.

Climbing the staircase to the second floor, the quiet search finds the scented candles lingering in flame in the room of the Lady of the manor. The fragrance is pungent and strong encasing the room, quietly shutting the door she enters on silent feet walking further into the softly lit room looking for the One that summoned her presence.   “Come to Me Jewel.” 

The softly whispered command draws her attention instantly to a dimly lit corner of the room next to the innately carved French doors.

“I was displeased to find you gone when I awoke little one.” 

Going quickly to the chair in which She sits, the silent figure kneels at Her knees, resting warm palms against Her thighs, and forehead against Her bent knees. Showing the position of submission when one has done wrong, or been disobedient.

The long fingers of the girls’ Mistress gently stroke her long hair, as she lies with her head in the lap of her Ladyship. Her soft hand caressing the young girl affectionately, Jewel smells the soft fragrance of the perfume She wears causing her breathing to become slightly labored. 

“I can not let this go unpunished little one, it would be unfair to you if I were to let this trespass go by without teaching you right from wrong.” 

Barely able to breathe from the thought of the impending punishment, Jewel silently nods her head, feeling the silk robe rub her forehead. She slowly rises from Her seated position, the shimmering silk robe falling down shapely calves to brush softly against the carpet of the floor. Sitting on her haunches she leaves her head bent with eyes downcast awaiting the next command. 

Studying tightly clasped fingers held quietly in her lap, she feels her breathing tighten in her chest . Letting her mind turn over the various forms of possible punishment when the soft voice of her Mistress reaches her ears from across the room.

Jumping slightly at the soft command, she rises swiftly to small feet, keeping eyes downcast. 

“Remove your robe little one, and lay yourself across My lap.” 

Tears spring to hazel green eyes, as the small girl slowly lets the robe slide from her shoulders to pool at perfectly pedicured feet. Resting her knees onto the small stool at Her side, she lays her torso across Her robed legs feeling the soft material rub against taught nipples. Her hand lovingly caresses the smooth back and shapely rounded hips, down across a tight well-formed rump. 

Closing her eyes to the sensations racing through an emotionally charged body, Jewel lets the roaming hand of her Mistress slowly relax taught muscles, letting the rapid beating of her pounding heart slowly return to a brief normalcy. 

“Grip the legs of the stool child.” 

Her soft calm voice, entices energy throughout Jewels’ entire body. Doing as told, she can feel the smooth wooden pattern of the leg of the stool fill her smooth palms. The first slap resounds in the quiet room as the girl cries out from surprise and a stinging pain races across her now reddening ass cheek, followed by the soft soothing caress of Her smooth hand. 

Letting her head drop over the leg of her Mistress, the tears fill dark eyes as she feels Her palm Lift again from her heated skin, only to come slapping down again. The sound again resounding in the room, the sharp gasp muffled against Her leg as the tears run down the nose and cheeks of the once disobedient girl. A third slap sharper against the stinging area of her ass cheek causes her to jerk slightly, then suddenly a fourth causes a soft whimper to escape soft lips along with a soft snuffle against the tears slipping down her cheeks. 

The gentle nudge against the girls shoulder brings the submissive to Her side still kneeling on the stool, her bottom stinging from the repeated slaps. 

Raising the girls chin with soft fingertips, Jewel raises tear filled eyes to look into soft eyes dark as the night and deeper than the ocean. Her faint smile brings fresh tears to her eyes, as She uses Her thumb to wipe away the salty trail on cheeks the soft smile soothes the punishment greatly as Her fingers begin caressing the soft upturned face of the trusting girl kneeling before Her, moving the stray hair away from tear dampened eyes.

“Do you understand little one why I should choose to punish you?” 

Looking into Her eyes she feels as though she’s drowning and finds that she is slowly leaning towards Her beautiful face. Nodding slightly she closes her eyes, not wishing to displease Her further with tears that cannot be kept from being shed. 

Feeling Her breath fan across tear dampened cheeks; she opens her eyes to find Mistress’s lips mere inches from her own, a gentle smile plays across her narrowing vision. Closing wet lashes she feels the soft touch of Her mouth against her moist lips. Giving in to the desire, she opens willingly to Her, the strong tongue of her lover playing against lips she dares to touch her tongue against Hers. Suddenly finding her mouth filled with Her commanding tongue, the small girl moans in desire. Slowly reaching up to touch Her neck to caress the silky skin under Her long flowing hair. 

Giving totally in to Her kiss, the slim body arches into Hers silently begging for more. As She bites her lower lip, the girl gasps and tries to pull away only to have Her fingers entangled in the long hair preventing escape.

“Who am I Jewel? What is My name?” 

Whimpering softly Jewel looks into her Mistresses eyes, mouth slightly gaping. 

“Mistress, Mistress Vixen.” 

Forcing Her mouth brutally against the tender pouty lips of the willing girl, Jewel whimpers softly as the feel of Her teeth graze the injured lip, only to have Vixens’ tongue slip over the same area soothing the tender skin. 

Fighting for possession of Her mouth with her own tongue, she slips into Her moistness sucking Her tongue into her starving mouth sucking it then releasing Her quickly. Vixens’ fingers entangle in the long red hair pulling the girls head back exposing her neck to Her wandering mouth. Her mouth and kisses hot and moist as they trail down the exposed neck into the sensitive area of her tender shoulder.  Gently pushing Her head closer to the white flesh she feels the hunger build in the slim trembling body. The moans becoming louder as the gentle creature begs for more. Gently pulling away from the softly begging girl, she’s left feeling lost without Her touch, gazing searchingly into Her eyes, a soft smile makes her feel worse as she is gently reminded by the dull ache of her bottom as to why she’s being held in her Mistresses loving arms.  “Go shower My sweet, and prepare yourself for the tasks I have given you to accomplish this day.” 

A gentle sweep of Her elegant hand moves the long hairs from her forehead and she rises leaving Her presence. Entering the bathroom the soft click of the door signals that She has left the magnificent home, Her voice carrying the goodbyes up the stairs from the distance.

Turning the water on in the shower, the warm spray relieves the ache slightly as Jewel begins lathering her soft milky skin with the perfumed soap chosen for her by Mistress. Finishing the ritual as instructed, she dries her silky skin and tends to dressing for the day. Cleaning the bathroom, the young woman silently enters the bedroom and accomplishes her given tasks of making the bed and putting the toys of T/their lifestyle in their proper places for Mistress Vixens’ use later tonight. Checking the knots on the ropes bound to the legs of the head and footboard of her Ladies extravagant mahogany bed, Jewel ensures the steadfast bonds will not let loose during play and sets them within easy reach for her Dommes’ pleasure.

Leaving the room, Jewel begins humming quietly as she dusts the stair banister as instructed making her way slowly down the stairs in the process. Finishing the task, her slim figure and quiet countenance enters the kitchen checking the time. Still early in the day, she lovingly begins to prepare the requested meal for her Lady. 

Working for what appears to be a few short minutes, she checks the time again to find that several hours have passed and soon She will be arriving home. Checking the baking bread the young submissive leaves the kitchen, hurrying up the stairs into the bath to run the hot tub for Her relaxation.

Changing into the attire laid out earlier, she glides down the stairs stopping at the bottom. Waiting. The scent of the baking meal making her stomach growl and protest against the aroma of the cooking meat still warming in the oven, she stands before the door that Vixen will be entering through with head high eyes downcast and lips silent. 

As the clock on the wall strikes five, a soft click sounds in the lock and the door swings silently open. Upon hearing the door open the girls face brightens and she drops into a deep curtsy at Her feet. The gown of soft baby blue billowing out about her curved body, the lowered position of her torso giving perfect view of softly rounded breasts.

A smile curves Vixens’ lips as Her hand rests gently on the top of Jewels well groomed head. Waiting impatiently, yet silently for Her command to rise Jewel feels the heat of Her palm slide across her silky cheek. Raising her eyes slowly, she looks lovingly into the dark pools of midnight. Again feeling as though she may be falling deeply into that which absorbs the very core of her once lifeless soul. 

Feeling the warmth of Mistress’s soft palm against her skin, she wantonly turns her mouth into the softness of the lightly scented flesh kissing Her silky skin with moist lips. Smelling the lingering scent of perfume on Vixen’s wrist, she raises her hand to cover the back of her Dominants hand, keeping it captured against her hungry mouth as a soft tongue plays against Her palm and the kiss lingers momentarily.

With the gentle touch of Her hand against the top of the silken head, she looks up into Her beautiful face absorbing the look of love directed her way. Resting soft, silky palms on either side of Jewels face, she rises easily to stand before Vixen in all the calming splendor of Her beauty. Small hands rest softly against Her slim arms as she is pulled slowly towards Her body, languid eyes close as soft lips touch and she is drawn into the embrace of Her love.

Tasting the sweetness of Her kiss upon warm lips she leans into the slim body of Vixen, feeling the warmth of Her nearness encompass what seems to be her very soul. Her hand roams to the back of the willingly arched neck, entangling long fingers in the loosened tresses of her long red hair, while the other hand slowly drifts down towards the low-cut bodice of the silk gown. 

Deepening the kiss, Her tongue slips into the moist waiting mouth demanding more from the kiss. Shuddering from the onslaught of the demanding touch and the graceful knowledge of Her tongue, a soft whimper slips past Jewels parted lips. At the sound of the whimper, the kiss becomes forceful, demanding a response in body and soul. The slim fingers of the girls grip tightens slightly on Her strong, slim arms and a wave of desire passes over her, nearly forcing Jewel to her knees. 

Abruptly the kiss is broken and Jewel stands dazed, trembling. Opening dark, passion glazed eyes she’s answered only with a smile as Vixen takes the small trembling girl by the hand and leads the way up the stairs. 

“Is My bath drawn little one? “ 

The soft question slowly penetrates the fogged mind of the young girl and she seems to only be able to answer with a nod of her head. The sound of soft lilting laughter causes her to blush, only when in the presence of Mistress does she seem unable to speak or retain coherent thought.

“Y..yes M’Lady the tub awaits You.”

Stepping to the side, Jewel watches Her pass by and falls in behind as She climbs the spiraling staircase. Her delicate scent tickling her senses and Jewel begins anticipating the night ahead in the command of her love. 

Entering into the warm bathroom, she gains her scattered senses and begins to help undress her Mistress. The look and feel of soft skin tantalizes dark green eyes and makes her long tapered fingers tingle with the want to touch and please Her. At last Vixen stands naked before her, and her lithe body aches to touch and be touched by Her. Watching Her slowly step into the tub and settle into the warm scented water, the sound of the water sloshing around her Mistresses body brings Jewels nipples to hard nubs. 

Kneeling to the floor the small girl gathers the discarded clothing, folding them neatly as having been instructed to place them in the clothes hamper to await washing. Returning to the side of the tub, she takes the sponge from its place and lathers it with the scented bath oils. Dipping the warm water over Her shoulders, Jewel watches the water run down highly formed breasts back into the pool of water that is it’s own ocean. Seeing Her skin glisten with the wetness Jewel longs to taste the silken flesh of her Domme’, to feel Her chilled flesh beneath her soft fingertips. 

Catching her breath softly she slowly releases the pent up desires in a sigh of longing. Taking up the sponge she begins the ritual of lathering Vixens creamy skin with the soaps of Her choosing, the fragrance filling her nostrils and lingering in the room. Taking pride in her administrations to her Domme, Jewel slowly caresses Her arms, following the contours of Her limbs with the sponge. Coming to the delicately formed wrist Jewel lays the sponge aside, washing Her hands and fingers with her own soapy hands. The feel of Vixens soft fingers in hers bringing back the ache of desire deep in the pit of her stomach, she feels the slow hunger fill her loins and the insistent throb of her hardening clit begin to cause any breathing to become raspy. 

Finishing the task of bathing her Mistresses back and shoulders, Jewel slowly finishes with the lean arms and strong hands of Vixen. Resting silently on her haunches, she watches as the lean slick body of Vixen rises out of the warm soapy water and turns Herself to face Jewel. The beautiful body glistening wet before her, she finds her lips suddenly dry. Licking her dry lips Jewel attempts to moisten them in anticipation of placing those soft pouty lips against the velvety flesh of her Mistress, her breathing becomes shallow as she again soaps the sponge to begin administering to the lower half of Vixens body.

Trailing the sponge over Her flat stomach, Jewels’ fingers follow the soapy trail across Her skin. The wet flesh holding Jewel captive as her fingers linger over the tender areas of Vixens body. Laying the sponge aside once again, Jewel soaps her hands and begins stroking Her upper thigh, feeling the lean strength of Her well toned leg. Slipping her fingers through the thick mass of curls at the juncture of Vixens’ legs, she slides them over the swollen puffiness of Her outer pussy lips. 

Looking up into Her relaxed face, Jewel watches Her dark eyes flutter closed as she gently lets her fingers gently massage the soft skin between Her legs. Watching as Vixens’ head fall back on Her shoulders, she easily spreads Her soft pussy lips and dips her long fingers into the swelling recess of Vixens’ pussy. Feeling the heat against her fingers, Jewel rinses the soap from her hand and cups water against the now pulsing cunt rinsing the soap away from the tender flesh.

Sliding her fingers into the depth of the moist flesh, Jewel can feel the heat of Her body encompass the playing fingers. Slipping a finger inside Her body, the muscles clench against the tender invasion as a soft moan escapes the beautiful Domme’s lips. Setting soft lips against Her stomach Jewel kisses gently, licking a path from Her navel to the mound of stiff curls between the now spread legs of Vixen. 

Feeling the stomach muscles tighten convulsively as she slowly tempts Her body into wanting more, Jewel slips another finger deeply into Her tightening recess and feels the quiver of the ripple from the climax against her working fingers, wetting them with fully with the warm climax. Her fingers tighten against the soft shoulder of the tormentor with softly sighed words Jewel is encouraged to entice Her body further. 

Beginning a tender rub against the throbbing clit of the aroused Mistress, Her nails dig into the girls shoulder. Bringing her willing mouth down against the tight curls of the thick mound, she kisses her way between widely spread legs, lapping against the clit Jewels trained fingers were rubbing earlier. 

Wiggling fingers deep inside the willing body of Vixen, her tongue laps against the now throbbing clit, licking and sucking the small nub into her hungry mouth. Scraping sharp teeth against the sensitive flesh she hears the sharp intake of breath as well worked pussy muscles clench the tormenting fingers and another climax wets the little sluts fingers more.

Slowly removing the deeply imbedded fingers from within Her body, the young pet looks up into Her face to watch the myriad of expressions cross Her lovely features as she leisurely licks cum juices from her long manicured fingers. A small smile crosses Vixens lips, and She nods Her head in affirmation of the devotion displayed openly to Her from the exquisite creature kneeling beneath Her. Pressing Her warm hand against Jewels cheek she turns her face into the bath dampened palm to kiss it affectionately, raw love showing in the dark hazel eyes as she looks up to her Mistress from bended knee.

“Until later little one. I am hungry for dinner my sweet.” 

The soft sound of Her voice sends shivers across the girls’ body as her mind reels with visions of the night previous, remembering the cries for mercy and receiving none. Having her delicate body pushed past the point of near endurance, only to realize how much Her love extended out into the mind of Jewel in that torturous moment. To teach her that as much as the pain seemed to central on the body, it could be such a wonderful experience to enjoy the pleasure of pain and to know what true boundaries are.

Moving silently away from Her, she holds the warmed towel for Vixen to step into and help to dry the water from Her body. As Jewel reaches for the dinner clothes she catches the glimpse of desire come into Vixens’ eyes and nearly shivers with anticipation. That slow beautiful smile creeps across the wonderfully talented lips and the apprehension seizes Vixens’ pet momentarily. 

Quietly handing the black satin bra to her Mistress, Jewel allows her fingers to linger against Her softly scented skin. Feeling the softness of skin against mine she helps adjust the bra straps comfortably against delicately rounded shoulders and carefully fastens the hooks at Her back. Letting slightly trembling hands slide down the lean line of Vixens’ back only to come to rest against gently rounded hips, enjoying the feel of Her skin under warm fingers Vixen rests soft fingers against Jewels, as her soft kiss warms Her bare shoulder quietly offering all her love to Mistress. 




Mistress



Raising Her hand slowly to touch Jewels cheek, Vixen slowly turns to look upon Her willing slut. Smiling softly into her eyes, Vixen places Her warm palm against the girls’ cheek to savor the desire in Jewels’ eyes. 

“Come now, tis time to nourish ourselves.” 

Moving away from Vixen, Jewel helps to dress Her beautiful body. Savoring the creamy skin, this is now hidden under a beautiful black dress adorned with silver trim. The midnight black silk, a perfect contrast to the milky white skin and the wondrous compliment to Vixens’ moonless dark eyes.

Following Her down the stairs on silent feet, Jewel quietly waits for Vixen to be seated. Then moving easily about the dining room and kitchen, she prepares herself to serve the Lady of her desires. 

Entering into the kitchen Jewel slowly opens the oven door, feeling the heat of the warmed oven caresses her exposed flesh turning the creamy skin a tender pink color as she removes the tray resting on the oven rack. Setting the roaster onto the top of the stove she removes the cover of the roasting pan to let the fragrant scent of roasted chicken and stuffing encircle her slender neck and face, the steam causing a slight dampening of velvety skin. 

Moving away from the delicious aroma of food, Jewel raises on tiptoes stretching her body taught to reach the upper shelf of the cabinet. Retrieving a delicate china plate from the shelf she carefully runs her long tapered fingers around the gold trimmed edge to ensure no sharp chips are prevalent on which her Lady would dare cut her delicate finger upon. Happy with not finding any, Jewel carefully sets the plate on the counter and retrieves a spoon, knife and fork from the drawer. Wrapping these in a linen napkin she lays them next to the plate, shutting the drawer she opens another for a cutting knife. Taking the time to carefully carve the chicken and remove any bones that may be hiding in the meat, satisfied at finding there are none she places a piece of the carved white meat on the plate and cuts it into smaller pieces making the tender morsels easier to chew.

Feeling content that she has accomplished that task, Jewel precedes to add small portions of the rest of the prepared meal to the delicate plate tapping it periodically with the serving spoon. Cringing to the sound of the sharp tap, her mind races with the thought of admonishment she is sure to receive for mistreating the delicate china. 

Checking to ensure the food is placed properly on the plate, Jewel covers the prepared entree with a white linen napkin tucking the edges under the plate to keep the warmth contained under the linen. Moving across the kitchen, she again stretches her lithe body taught, feeling the muscles in her calves tighten as she rises onto tiptoes to reach the crystal goblets hanging above the wine rack. Choosing one of cut crystal she slides it carefully from its frame, setting the glass gently down onto the counter, the pewter stem ringing against the marble counter top. The sound bringing a smile to her delicately shaded lips as it fades into nothing. Seeking the chilled bottle of wine, Jewel pulls it from the ice bucket using both hands to handle the fine vintage the feel of the cool sweat of the bottle slides down the back of her hand and down her arm to her elbow. 

Picking up the towel laying on the counter, she wipes the water from her skin and wipes the bottle off before setting it down on the countertop. Searching quickly for the corkscrew, she lifts the evil looking device from the drawer quietly opening the bottle with a soft pop. The steam rises from within the bottle ensuring the flavor to be at its best. 

Pouring the wine into the glass, she’s sure not to spill a single drop of the deep colored liquid. Setting the filled glass on the silver-serving tray, Jewel places the napkin and utensils on the tray next to the glass. Quietly entering back into the dining room, she feels consumed with a hunger to please the Lady as She sits and watches every move that is made by Jewel from Her seat at the cherry dining table. 

Coming to Her side, she sets the napkin on the table next to the china dinnerware not speaking. Still holding the tray Jewel slowly removes the glass from the gleaming silver, kneeling at Her side she places a delicate kiss against the rim of the crystal goblet before offering the drink to her Domme. 

Bowing her head respectfully, Jewel stays in the tower position waiting for Her to allow the privilege to rise. Feeling Her hand rest softly against her bare shoulder, Jewel glances up into Her face watching as She sips the deep red liquid from the glass. Her smile brightening the girls’ mood as She nods Her head gracefully in the direction of the kneeling girl, taking Vixens’ hand into her own she softly kisses the sweetly scented skin.

“You may serve Your Mistress Her dinner now, little one. “ 

Raising her face to look at Vixen, she smiles warmly at Her sweet smile directed at her. Rising carefully from the kneeling position, Jewel moves quickly into the kitchen to retrieve the platter of food. Checking the baking bread she smiles as she takes it from the heated oven, slicing two pieces carefully she lays them under a china lid to retain the warmth in the fluffy dough. Sitting the chinaware carefully on the silver tray, Jewel lifts it from the marble counter-top carrying the beautifully embellished silver platter to her Lady’s side. 

Setting the tray gently down on the expensive cherry table, she carefully sets the bowl of soup onto the small plate in front of Vixen. Moving quietly around Her seat, Jewel sets a larger bowl to the side filled with a fresh green leaf salad with Vixens’ favorites mixed in. Placing a clean fork next to the bowl, she then lifts the gravy boat containing the choice salad dressing and slowly pours a small portion onto the salad. Setting the gravy boat down Jewel carefully wipes any excess dressing from the rim to keep the chilled thick liquid from dripping onto the glistening table. 

Going back to the left side of Vixen she kneels quietly onto the pillow placed on the floor next to the wooden straight backed dining chair, head bowed in silence Jewel awaits the next command. Sitting there quietly her mind wonders to the possibilities of the rest of the evening. So far she feels she has done well in keeping Mistress happy and have not needed severe punishment. This morning was a mistake she knew she would not be making again. 

Hearing the soft sound of Vixens’ lilting southern accent voice Jewels name, she looks up smiling, eyes shining with devotion. Seeing the long fingers holding the silver spoon out to her, she raises up onto her knees to take the offered bit of soup. Opening her mouth the bottom of the spoon slips across eager lips letting soup coat the bottom lip, closing her mouth around the spoon the warm flavored liquid slides down Jewels’ throat. As the spoon slides from her mouth Jewel looks into dark, gleaming eyes as Vixen smiles down on the silent girl. Placing a finger under her chin She raises Jewels lips to Her own and slowly licks the soup from her bottom lip, the sudden force of desire causing Jewel to shiver as she obediently stays silent allowing Vixen the pleasure of cleaning the soup from her bottom lip. 

As Her mouth slowly touches Jewels, she cannot stop the soft moan from slipping past her lips, the beginnings of heat pulsing throughout her body forces a shutter throughout her. Feeling the smooth smile against her mouth, Jewel leans toward her Mistress so the kiss can deepen into a passion filled experience. Having Vixens mouth urging hers to open, she can taste the soup and wine lingering on Vixens tongue, feeling intoxicated by the lingering flavor. Jewels own hunger is presently forgotten as she begins desiring this woman that has blessed her with love and teaching, moving closer to Her Jewels body touches the chair and she can feel the black satin gown under her gentle fingertips. 

The kiss begins to deepen as Jewel feels her heart thumping against the inside of her chest, how I desire this woman, thrusting her tongue into the warm moist mouth Vixen matches each thrust with Her own sweet taste. 

Caressing Her lips, her tongue with Vixens she feel her knees weaken as breathing becomes near to difficult. 

Leaning into Her loving kiss, she is swept along the tumultuous waves of desire. Suddenly breaking the kiss, Vixen moves slowly away from the kneeling girl, leaving her bereft of the warmth of her sensual body against Jewels. Smiling down into her eyes, She slowly shakes Her head and Jewel takes her place again kneeling on the satin pillow placed on the floor at side of the chair, while Mistress eats the remaining soup and salad that had been lovingly made during the day.

Kneeling silently on the pillow Jewel listens to the soft clink of the utensils against the china dinnerware, worried that Mistress may be displeased with the dinner she quietly plays with her freshly manicured fingernails. Staring into her lap she manages to refrain from asking the question going over and over in her mind, does the meal please You M’lady? 

Resting quietly at Her side, the sound of Her soft voice brings Jewels head up to look into Vixens ebony eyes. Her smile softening the worry in Jewels heart, smiling back at Her she awaits for the commandment of her next move. 

“I am ready little one for the main course of this delicious meal that you have lovingly prepared for Me.” 

Rising gracefully from bended knees, Jewel moves silently into the kitchen to retrieve the lightly browned chicken and steamed vegetables. Lifting the warmed platter from its heat source she carefully places it on the silver tray atop a linen napkin to keep the heat from tarnishing the gleaming tray. 

Entering into the dining room Jewel nervously watches Vixen as She watches Jewel walk around the table to Her right. Setting the tray against the tabletop, carefully removing the warmed plate from the silver tray careful not to touch Her hand with the heated china. Removing the white linen napkin from the plate, steam rises from the warm food. Inhaling deeply Jewel smells the aroma of roasted chicken, with steamed and lightly seasoned oriental vegetables, which causes her stomach to growl. Blushing brightly she lowers her head to hide the embarrassment as her body betrays it’s hunger. 

Pointing silently to the floor, Jewel kneels on bended knee with head lowered. The heat in her cheeks making her worry that she may be in some sort of trouble with Mistress. As she sits quietly head still lowered, the touch of soft fingers under Jewels chin brings her lowered head up instantly to meet Vixens gaze. 

“Open your mouth little one, I wish to share this meal with you.” 

Opening her mouth, Jewel accepts the morsel offered to her from her Mistresses own fork. Closing soft lips around the fork Jewel feels the warmth from the food still lingering against the metal. Sliding the tender meat from the fork, she chews slowly of the offered tid bit. 

Chewing the meat carefully and slowly, Jewel watches as Vixen begins enjoying the meal prepared so lovingly for Her. All day it had taken Jewel to cook the chicken so that it was basted to perfection perfectly the way She prefers and still kept tender and succulent to the taste. 

Swallowing the chewed meat, Jewel obediently opens her mouth for the offered food from Vixens fork enjoying the steamed vegetables and the honor of being fed from not only Her plate, but also the same fork that feeds Mistress. The sweet buttery flavor mixed with the right amount of seasoning to enhance the flavor of the snow peas, string beans, water chestnuts and the various menageries of vegetables. Taking the forkful of colorful food, Jewel again slowly eats her given treat. Enjoying the taste of the food and feeling satisfied in herself at the splendor of the meal. 

Eating quietly at Vixens side Jewel enjoys the subtle attention she gets as she is being fed from Mistresses very plate. A feeling of pride bubbles inside her as she is permitted to eat along with her beautiful Mistress, slowly beginning to understand that a bridge has been established in her training.

The honor of such is nearly overwhelming as she looks upon Her soft smile, tears threatening to shine in shimmering emerald eyes from the love filling her being for her Mistress. 

“I am finished, cherished one. You may clear the table love.” 

Bowing her head gracefully at the soft voice, Jewel rises slowly to her feet to begin gathering the dishes of the now finished dinner. The soft clink of china nearly deafens Jewel as the silence in the room lingers. Stacking the salad and dinner plate on the silver tray, she reaches for the soup bowl only to have Jewels motions halted by the touch of Vixens’ fingers against her slender wrist. With her heart nearly skipping a beat at the feel of Vixens touch against her flesh, Jewel looks into the face of her Mistress, smiling nervously. 

“Retire to the room and prepare yourself for My arrival, the dishes will wait.” 

The soft whispered voice causes the breath to catch in Jewels throat, feeling her heart thump rapidly against her ribs she releases the bowl to quickly dip into a deep curtsey. 

“Yes Milady, as You wish.” 

Hurrying away, she leaves her Mistress sitting at the elegant cherry table to finish the red wine still shimmering in Her crystal goblet.

Going directly into her room, Jewel removes the beautiful silken gown of baby blue. Hanging it over the ornately adored dressing screen in the corner of her private room, she quickly discards her under things. Being sure to lay each article of clothing neatly across the gown, feeling sure that if she were to mistreat any precious gift given her by her Lady it would bring quick and severe punishment. 

Quickly showering and toweling dry, she readies herself for presentation to her Love. Tingling at the expectation of Vixens’ touch on her creamy skin, she lovingly sits braiding the long thick red hair into a single thick braid down the middle of her back. Binding the end of the braid with a black satin ribbon, the soft thickness lays heavily against her warm skin past a slightly thick waist until reaching the stool on which she sits. The very ends of the long braid slightly tickling the naked skin of softly rounded butt cheeks, the length of her hair being the pride and the tool that her Ladyship uses when she becomes disobedient.

Leaving gently curling wisps of hair around her oval shaped face, Jewel rises to gather the accessories from the wooden chest at the foot of her bed, she lays several items on her bed waiting to be taken to Vixens’ room. Opening the small wooden chest on the cherry dresser in the corner of the room Jewel retrieves the prized piece of jewelry. Pulling the handcrafted collar from the jewelry box she places the intricately woven chain around her slender neck. Feeling the cool metal touch against her flesh she clasps the chain at the back of her throat, letting the extra length of chain dangle between her upper shoulder blades hidden under the thick braid of her hair.

Raising her head, Jewel admires the twinkling jewels in the mirror of the mahogany dresser. Smiling slightly to the image looking back to her, she recalls when she had first entered into the room. Having a very poor self- image of herself, she found that Lady Vixen was determined to teach her to see the beauty that lay within the body that was hated so vehemently. 

Moving away from the dresser, she again checks the image once more in the three-way mirror of the dressing corner. Going to the foot of the bed Jewel opens a large cedar chest and looks into the depth of the box. The aroma filling her senses, she kneels to withdraw several items. Leaving the chest open to sit on the bed to lock the ankle and wrist cuffs onto her soft sensitive skin. First checking to be sure the velvet lining is still securely intact on the leather. These also were customized for comfort, the first time these items were used, they left Jewels’ wrists terribly chafed. This causing much distress for Vixen, Jewel had tried to explain that in time her wrists and ankles would become accustomed to such things but She would hear nothing said. Instead She had contacted a good leather-smiting friend to have the shackles customized for the needs of Jewels comfort. 

Fastening the small golden clasps of the shackles she adjusts the fit to each ankle and carefully to each wrist. Satisfied they fit snug without harm, Jewel again checks her pale reflection in the gold gilded dressing mirror, another gift from Lady Vixen after the collaring ceremony. 

Happy with her own presentation Jewel again goes to the cedar chest to choose one of several crops for this evenings use. Picking one of green leather, she caresses the feel of the crop with her long fingers. Closing darkening green eyes she touches the crop to her neck, the stiff rod causing her breath to catch as it’s pulled slowly over the slightly protruding collarbone and across each nipple. The soft feel of the leather causing her nipples to perk and harden instantly, readying for the events to unfold of this night.

Closing the lid to the cedar chest gently, Jewels listens as the soft click of Vixens shoes tap against the wooden floor of the upstairs. Turning she waits for the expected tap on her door signaling that Vixen is expecting her to arrive at Her room shortly.

Breathing deeply Jewel lets her held breath out in a long sigh, butterflies once again flutter in her belly. Each time the anticipation of being with Lady Vixen brings the butterflies dancing once more and Jewel trembles as her heart races with excitement. 

The expected tap on the thick wooden door echoes in the large chamber of Jewels’ room. Walking to the door on silent feet she opens the engraved oak door, closing it with a quiet click of the latch behind her. Entering into the bedchamber of Lady Vixen, Jewel comes before Her kneeling into the expected tower position, sitting on bended knees, legs spread wide and the crop held high in front of her in open palms, holding her head high with eyes downcast. 

Walking smoothly to where Jewel sits silently Vixen lifts the crop from her open palms, watching as Jewels’ arm move in unison to rest against the silky thighs open widely for Vixens pleasure. 

“Thank you little one, you may look on Me.” 

Raising her head slowly, dark green eyes meet ominously dark shining eyes. Looking into Her ebony eyes Jewel fears nothing; her only want is to serve Her, to be that which She desires. 

“It is time for your marking Jewel, it has been a long time since last you were marked little one.” 

Looking into Vixens face, Jewel silently nods her head. Rising from her kneeling position she climbs cat like onto the table centered in the room. 

Kneeling on hands and knees she grips the edge of the table, preparing for the marking ceremony. Looking down onto her own hands, she watches as the grip of her fingers slowly begin to turn her knuckles white. 

Listening to the soft steps of Lady Vixens approach, Jewel waits for Her to administer the marks that prove all the love and devotion to Her Mistress and the willingness to suffer a small bit on Her behalf. 

“Do you remember what each mark stands for Jewel?” 

The sound of Her soft voice startles Jewels slightly, as she feels Her hand caressing the sensitive skin of her ass gently. Her soft-spoken question sending chills down her spine. Working her brain furiously Jewel tries to remember all the things she’s been taught. Shaking her head slowly, the softly whispered answer makes her slim body tense in apprehension. 

“I do not remember the first three Milady, please forgive me. I am not deserving of Your love Mistress.” 

Hanging her head Jewel feels the braid slide slowly from shoulder to hang down the length of her arm to trail off the edge of the table. Lady Vixen slowly traces a path up the contour of Jewels hip, along the sleek waistline to her shoulder then, slowly to her oval shaped face as She comes to stand directly in front of Jewels now trembling form. 




Mistress



“In time little one you will remember that the first three are for mind, body, and soul.” 

Kissing Her little doll softly on the lips Vixen moves to her side, trailing the long talon sharp fingernails along Jewels’ spine. The gentle feel of Her touch against the super sensitive skin causes goose bumps to rise quickly on her flesh. 

“Grip the edge of the table My love.” 

Shuddering slightly at the spoken command, Jewel curls her fingers over the edge of the table, head hanging as the first crack of the crop connects with her pale skin. Arching against the sting of the crop, she stifles the gasp between clenched teeth as another crack marks her creamy flesh mere inches from the first. Jewels flesh feels as though it’s on fire as the hiss of the crop passes through the silent air of the room. Clenching her hands against the hard table she squeezes her eyes shut as the hard crop marks her skin for a third time. 

Arching against the sting her body shudders from the searing pain administered by that of the leather crop. Listening silently Jewel counts each step taken by her Dominatrix to the cabinet as She retrieves the soothing balm for her stinging flesh. 
 Gently Her fingers apply the cooling cream that soothes the sharp stinging of the crop markings. Mewing softly as Vixens fingers work against the tormented flesh Jewel lets her body begin to relax under the experienced fingers of her Mistress. Sliding a soft gentle hand over Jewels stinging ass, she gasps softly as the feel of practiced fingers slide easily into Jewels wet cunt. Arching her back in an attempt to give easy access to her wet slit, she feels Her free hand caressing softly against Jewels hip and thigh as Vixens fingers work gently inside Jewels wet pussy. Feeling the climax building, her hips rock slowly against the hand offering so much pleasure. Softly moaning at the pleasure building with in her body, she clenches pussy muscles tightly against the fingers inside her body, feeling more juices wetting Vixens fingers as she pants against the impending climax. Moaning against Her soft touch, Jewel softly begs for release to be granted. 

Shaking Her head slightly, Vixen withdraws those wonderful fingers from within Jewels body and moves to the other side of the table, tracing a feather light finger against the sweat dampened shoulder of Her lovely slut, down her back and over the unmarked flesh of Jewels’ ass cheek. 

Hanging her head Jewel softly moans as her body quivers with need, hearing the sound of the crop hissing through the air she arches against the impending impact against her flesh as the leather stings harshly on her skin. 

Nearly crying out with the pain she clenches her jaw tightly against the words of mercy.

“What does it stand for little one?” 

The spoken question demands an answer as she breathes deeply barely maintaining control over her sharp tongue. 

“Past, the past milady.” 

The crop drops against her flesh twice more, the third bringing a harsh cry from her dry lips.

“Tell your Mistress what those marks represent My love.” 

The cool touch of Vixens hand against her stinging flesh brings hot tears to pain filled eyes as she softly answers the gently spoken question.

“Past, present, and future Ma’am. I suffer very little for You, though You treat me so well. I do not deserve the love and devotion You bestow upon me, I am unworthy of such gifts Milady.”

The cool balm of the salve soothes away the sting of the lashings across the young girls buttocks, and the smooth silkiness of the more experienced touch causes her heart to beat harshly against the inside of Jewels’ chest in rapid rhythmic time. 

Using Her index finger to lift Jewels’ chin, she is compelled to gaze into the dark beautiful eyes of her Mistress. Looking up into Her face, salty unshed tears stream slowly down her face blurring wetting the already damp skin, obscuring her vision slightly. Tracing a finger against the cheek She wipes the salty tears away from the flushed skin as Her mouth slowly descends against Jewels’, kissing the pain of the markings from the mind she leans gently into soft lips, absorbing the essence that is her Mistress.  Pulling gently away from her, Vixen holds the crop in front of Jewel in the palm of Her hands, expecting something from the girl. Leaning forward she kisses the leather strap lovingly while looking into deep ebony eyes.

“Place this back into the chest Jewel, then come quickly back to me. Your evening is not complete My little one.” 

Sliding from the table, Jewel takes the crop back to her room, placing it back into it’s revered place in the wooden chest. Hurrying back to the room of her Mistress, she walks quietly as commanded. Entering into the room Jewel returns to kneeling in the tower position awaiting her next commandments. 

“Come to Me Jewel, I wish to have you near Me.”

Moving quickly across the room Jewel sits at Mistress Vixens feet, wondering what is in store for her this eve. Wanting only to please Her, she rests her head against the bare thigh of Vixen; the feel of long fingers in her thick braid relaxes Jewel into closing her eyes and enjoying the pleasure of being near her beloved Mistress.

The touch of fingertips at her throat brings Jewels head back to rest against Vixens chair, opening her eyes she smiles into the face of her Mistress. 

“I have a little treat for you little one, I know that you have expressed the desire to experience a man. I have found one that will suit you quite well my dear.” 

Blinking her eyes, Jewel only stares up into Her lovely face. Not sure how to comment she swallows the lump that suddenly appeared in her tight throat. Dropping her head she feels the lingering heat of Vixens fingers slide from under her chin to rest upon her shoulder. Staring into her own lap Jewel nervously play with her fingers. 

“Is this what You desire my Lady?” To allow me to experience a man?” 

“I want you to have the experience of a man loving you Jewel, if that is what you desire my sweet.” 

Looking up at Her, she smiles faintly. 

“Will it hurt?” 

Smiling down on Jewel, Vixen traces the lean line of her throat. Finding the pulsing beat of her heart in the juncture of shoulder to neck.

“Only for a little while sweetheart. Then it is over and you will be free from the fear of that little barrier I will not force you to breach.” 

“Have I pleased You my Lady? Have You been happy with me as I am?”   “Yes Jewel, I am very pleased with you. You are more than willing to learn and have met every expectation that I have had. If this is something you do not wish to experience I will inform My guest. It will not affect My friendship with this gentleman, nor the relationship I have with you little one. In fact this will open many facets in O/our relationship My love.”

Smiling nervously into Vixens soft smiling face, Jewel nods her head slowly.

“I would like to please You, as well as experience the intercourse of a man.”   “So be it, tis done.” 

Watching Her rise slowly from Her seat, Jewel nervously kneels on the floor waiting for the next event to unfold. 

Hearing the lower door open, Jewel shivers slightly as cold chills race across her spine. Every nerve on end she listens intently as the sound of footsteps echo in the silent stone floored hallway, breathing deeply with each measured step she trembles slightly, balling her small hands into tight fists feeling an electrical energy beginning to pass throughout her being. 

Closing her eyes, she breathes deeply trying to calm the tense nerves beginning to throb through her body. The closed door muffles the soft voices drifting into the room; taking a long deep breath Jewel focuses on finding her center. Opening her eyes at the same time the door opens softly against it’s hinges, she quickly drops them to gaze intently into her lap. Noticing that her knuckles have gone white with tension, she forces herself to untwine her slender fingers from one another only to lay them palm down against bare white thighs.

As Mistress’s boots click against the wooden floor Jewel finds that she silently counts the heavier steps as they approach where she is kneeling. 

“Jewel. This is Master Dark Wolf. He is here to instruct you on things I can not love.” 

Nodding silently Jewels’ heart beats against her chest, making the effort of breathing difficult. Looking slowly up to Vixen, Jewel closes her eyes as the soft lips of her Mistress slowly descend down on to her own, moistening them with a gentle kiss. Moaning softly, she feels a blindfold being secured behind her head and the kiss deepens with a hungry desire filling her mouth as her Mistress’ tongue rapes the warm recess of Jewels’ essence. Inhaling Her scent a tear slips past closed lids, as Jewel suddenly worries that this will ruin the relationship and love she has with Mistress Vixen. Fear fills her core as She gently breaks the kiss releasing the girl slowly from the web woven around her senses. 

“I shall come to you when the time is right love. Do not fret, He will not harm you in any way except that for which you have voiced a desire. The time will be short lived, and the experience memorable. Do you trust Me, jewel?”

Nodding her head slowly, Jewel softly whispers the answer but can not be sure She has heard the verbal answer as the sounds of soft whispering reaches her ears Jewel listens to the sound of Vixens heels retreating from the room. Trembling slightly as the door softly clicks shut; she takes a quietly steadying breath with the sound of the heavy boots against the wooden floor drawing nearer. Heart thundering with the sound of ocean waves crashing in her ears; she sits in the proud kneeling position waiting for the inevitable to begin. Having asked Mistress for this journey there was no going back, and after much thought and deliberation it was decided, She had taken much care of the final details in choosing the One for the task. 

Sitting on bended knee, palms warm against silky thighs Jewel takes slight comfort in knowing is a place within her mind in which to hide. Mistress taught early on that there was a safe haven within the dark recesses of the mind that could be used to escape any pain being inflicted upon the body.

Listening to the sounds of the room, her body tense, yet trembling as a slight frisson of excitement races up her spine igniting the fire deep inside her core. Jumping slightly with the weight of His hand on her shoulder she gasps slightly as the soft chuckle near her ear causes her to shudder. 

“Do not fear love, I will not harm you. That which you will feel will last only momentarily.” 

The soft moist whisper against her ear causes a slight smile to form across her full lips. A pleasantly soft masculine voice surprises Jewel and she feels herself beginning to relax slightly. 

“Yes Master Dark Wolf, this slut understands Sir.”

Kissing Jewels’ ear lightly, His tongue traces the curve of first the left then the right ear. Trailing a moist path under the right earlobe and down her neck, feeling His tongue teasing a relaxing path down her lightly scented skin. His soft moan quickens her heartbeat as His teeth scrapes the tender skin of her sleek neck. 

Marveling at how easily her body begins to respond to His touch, she lets her head fall to the side, exposing the soft unblemished flesh of her throat. 

Sighing as His mouth moves over her throat, Jewel arches into His hand as He gently lifts and teases first one breast then the other, rolling the hardened nipples between His worked hardened index finger and thumb. Pinching it firmly yet not roughly, letting her accustom her mind to His habits and touch.

Straightening her back another inch to lift herself higher for Dark Wolf, the movement places her breast perfectly into His palm. His mouth nips her throat and she gasps softly jerking away with surprise. Chuckling deep in His throat, the vibration races through Jewels body as He places His lips against her throat. Sucking on the delicate flesh at the front of her creamy throat, slowly leaning back placing her hands flat against the floor behind her she Lets her arms support her weight as she willingly makes her body fully available to Him and that which He has planned for her this night.

“Come little one.” 

His soft whisper against her throat brings her full attention back to the reality at hand, drawing herself upright to her knees she can feel His hand slide down her arms taking her slim wrists into His large palms. His fingers curl gently around her slender wrists and she can feel the strength and gentleness in His grasp. Rising from the kneeling position Jewel walks stiffly in the direction He leads, having to be completely trusting in Him Jewel steps gingerly in the direction she’s being led her legs feeling warm with the feeling of pins and needles tingling through her limbs from kneeling for so long on the hard wooden floor. Lady Vixen usually did not leave her so long on her knees without the comfort of a pillow under her body to pad her knee joints. She knew the discomfort it brought to her, but Master Dark Wolf was a stranger to her and the ways of Mistress. This discomfort she would have to deal with for a short time, not as though He was going to be incorporated into her life and the life of my Lady. 

The sound of the mattress responding to the weight of a body draws Jewels’attention back to the purpose at hand. Taking a deep breath she allows Him to direct her carefully onto the bed. Feeling her every movement watched she trembles visibly, His soft chuckle bringing a nervous smile to my lips.  Standing at what Jewel perceives to be the foot of the bed, she can feel the cool comfort of the small chain hanging under her long braided hair. The knowledge that her Domme loves her enough to allow this experience comforts her soul, standing quietly resting against the foot of the bed Jewel listens to the soft sounds of Master Dark Wolf rummaging through an apparent bag making her heart beat rapidly against her chest as an excitement races through her body, The heat centering in the core between her legs. 

“How are Wwe to do this little one? Do you wish a say in what I am about to do? Or am I to just take you and be done with it?” 

Taken slightly back at His question Jewel stands silently, gapping.

“Vixen said you were of a quiet type, shut that pretty mouth or I will make wonderful use of it girl.” 

Snapping her jaw shut, she can feel her cheeks brighten with an uncustomary blush. Lowering her head demurely trying to hide her embarrassment, she stands with palms pressed firmly against her thighs. His soft pleasant chuckle draws her head up, leaving Jewel wishing she could see His features, working an image into her mind, Jewel ponders on what He could possibly look like. Then the thought occurs that perhaps she is blindfolded so that she may not have to look upon an ugly man.

“Come to Me girl, let Me feel you next to Me.” 

Moving onto the bed the mattress sinks under the added weight of her as she crawls up the bed next to Him, her long braid trailing over her back onto the crisp linen sheets of Mistress’s bed. As His muscled arms encircle her slim body, she finds herself pinned on top of His well-toned frame. Feeling the muscles ripple around her slim body as He holds her close absorbing her essence into His body. Resting her head against His chest listening to the rhythm of His beating heart, feeling the heat of His body encompass her entire being.

The gentle stroking of His hands against Jewels’ bare flesh causes goose bumps to rise on her skin, His warm breath fanning against the top of her head creates a calming balm. Letting her body relax into His, Jewel feels His hands roaming across her shivering body. Testing, teasing her flesh into accepting Him as her own if only for the night.

“Little one, tonight you and I are not Master and slave. Tonight Wwe are lovers, for this will most likely be My only encounter with you. Unless of course, there is always the possibly Wwe would happen to meet at a function, and I could hope to pawn you from Vixen for a time. But I have seen Her gaze upon you and I don’t see a snowballs chance in hell of Her even pondering the notion of auctioning you for a minute.” 

Giggling at His jibe, His laughter rumbles deep in His chest.

“Freedom to speak Master?” 

“Of course little one.” 

His hand idly strokes the hair around her face, sending small shivers throughout her body.

“I could not see Vixen pawning this submissive either. It took months to get to this point, to work for this evening. I can only imagine Her pacing a path in the downstairs hall rug as it is Sire.”

His soft chuckle rumbles again deep in His throat.

“Yes, I am well aware of this slut.” 

Stroking her face gently, His work-hardened fingers graze the hairline of her forehead. Tentively touching His forearm with curious fingers, Jewel again wonders what He looks like. Being blindfolded at times is more of a burden than that of a pleasure, running her fingertips along the rounded muscles of His arm she trails a path down to His elbow. Having His arm muscles flinch under her touch empowers Jewel slightly; sliding her hand past His elbow He allows Jewel the pleasure of caressing His entire arm to His wrist.

Bringing His large hand to Jewels smaller one, she mentally measures the size of Him. Wide palms usually mean no cunt fisting, feeling a little relieved at this thought she slides her fingers up and across His fingers. Moaning softly at the realization that He has long fingers, which could play havoc on a girls cunt. Sliding her fingers between His, He locks them gently in His grasp. His free hand slowly stroking her back, toying with Jewels’ hair and the small chain hanging down her back. 

“Are you ready little one? Shall Wwe begin Oour play?” 

The question rattles her slightly and she slowly nods her head, giving unusual permission to the Dominant. His strong hands clutch her petite fore-arms and move her gently off of His chest, laying her on her back against the sheet on the bed. 

“Keep your eyes closed until I tell you other wise, understand?”

Nodding her head she feels His fingers nimbly untie the blindfold from her head, excitement races through her with the thought of being able to see the One controlling her mind and body. His hands on her arms raise them above her head stretching her breast against the hard bone of her chest plate, sliding His fingers along her ribcage causes Jewel to wiggle slightly as His light touch tickles her flesh. 

Stifling her giggles into a snicker His fingers halt in the process,

“What is this that I found?” 

Having His fingers now purposefully play against her ribcage causes more giggles to erupt, leading into full laughter. Dropping her arms to her sides attempting to ward Him off, pressing her arms against His hand to lightly pin the movements of His strong fingers against her body. Chuckling slightly His free hand firmly smacks her outer thigh, withdrawing His hand from under Jewels arm. Dark Wolf grips Jewels wrists in His hand, replacing them above her head. 

Gasping from the unexpected assault against her leg, Jewel ceases instantly though His chuckle still rumbles across her senses leaving a playful smile on her face. 

Laughing lightly He strokes the area with His large hand, kneading the soft flesh.

“Did I say little slut, that you may bring your arms down?” 

Shaking her head no, she slowly allows Dark Wolf to raise her arms back above her head having her firm breasts tightened once again against her chest. Holding her arms above her head she feels His weight shift on the bed as His legs straddle across her middle, the feel of His hard erection resting against her stomach pressing hard and erect through His jeans. 

The butterflies dancing in her stomach, sends tiny tremors throughout her body. Quivering visibly underneath Him she listens as her teeth begin to chatter, fear pounds through her veins as she feels His body shift over her, the rough material of His jeans rubbing slightly against her bare flesh. His weight pressing her into the bed, Jewel can feel the silkiness of His arm hair rub against her trembling body. 




Mistress Afaf Al-Saud



As Salam Alaikum, dearest of readers. The name is Afaf Al-Saud, and I'm a young Saudi Arabian Muslim woman living in the City of Jubail, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, with my husband Ahmed Suleiman and our sons Ali and Omar, and our daughter, Mariam. We live in a nice villa located on the outskirts of the metropolis. My husband is a lawyer and I am a special advisor for an American engineering firm that does business in Saudi Arabia. Life is truly good to us these days.

Nowadays, the daily lives of us Saudi Arabian Muslim ladies are discussed around the world by feminists, Western lawmakers, and many others. Saudi Arabia is seen as the forbidden kingdom by the men and women of the outside world. They see my country as a strange place that's technologically advanced, oil-rich and barbaric at the same time. I laugh when I read the stuff these people write about us. Believe me when I tell you that my life isn't dull and boring, folks. Oh, and I am not submissive and weak. Matter of fact, I am actually a budding dominatrix.

If you were to look at me, you'd probably think I am as nondescript as any woman ever born. I'm five-foot-four, with long Black hair which I usually tuck away under a Hijab, dark bronze skin and light brown eyes. I'm slender, but with lovely curves where it counts. Oh, and according to my husband and several other sources, I've got a nice ass. I studied civil engineering at the University of Toronto in provincial Ontario, Canada, and hold a Master's degree. I am proud to have gotten my education from a Canadian university and wanted to start a life there, but fate unfortunately had other plans.

I returned to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia because the racist Conservative government that runs Canada isn't friendly to Muslim immigrants. I applied for permanent resident status and got denied even though I am educated and was gainfully employed as a cashier at a department store at the time. If you're a newcomer with a job and an education, shouldn't Canada consider you an asset? Seriously, I think that the evil Harper government wants to round up Muslims and expel us from Canada. I really liked Canada, especially the big cities like Toronto and Ottawa, but things didn't work out, and I eventually returned to my country. 

My time in Canada wasn't all bad, though. I had some wonderful experiences while up North. While in Ontario, I met a truly remarkable young man named Eli Stephenson, an international student from the City of Houston, Texas. Born of a White American mother and a Jamaican immigrant father, Eli Stephenson was tall, exotically handsome and unlike anyone I've ever known. You see, as a Saudi Arabian Muslim woman, I was used to dealing with Black Muslims who saw themselves as inferior to us Arabs. 

I am now ashamed of it, but in Arab countries, people of African descent aren't treated well. There is a deep hatred for Africans in Arab society. Of course, us Arabs are more xenophobic than most. We treat our fellow Arabs like shit too. You should see how us Saudis treat the Lebanese and Yemenis who come to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia looking for work. To see a Black man who was not only smart but also confident, well, that kind of threw me. Not Eli. The handsome young biracial American carried himself like a prince, and he was friendly and smart. I fell in love with him, to tell you the truth.

I didn't know much about Canada, or western society, before I came to the province of Ontario. Like a lot of foreigners, I thought of Canada as a friendly country full of nice people. No one warned me about the racists, the Islamophobes and the passive-aggressive creeps. I had to learn about these things the hard way, and I don't think I would have made it without Eli Stephenson's help. The young American became my friend, and in time, our friendship turned into more. Eli Stephenson and I began seeing each other, and the young American stud with the angelic face showed me a brand new world.

Eli Stephenson and I explored the City of Ottawa together, two foreigners from radically different worlds, and it was absolutely awesome. What a pair we made. A biracial guy from America and a Saudi Arabian woman, wow! We went to music festivals, movie theaters and restaurants together. Eli was always the perfect gentleman, and I absolutely couldn't get enough of him. In fact, we shared our first kiss at the Eaton Center, one of the world's most famous malls, one Friday afternoon. Yeah, Eli Stephenson definitely changed my life. My heart broke the day my visa expired and I had to return to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. I shall never forget Eli until the day I die.

When I returned to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, I was heartbroken. At first, I missed Canada sorely, especially the City of Toronto with its diverse population, its lively people, and its fun spots. My father Rahman wanted me to get married, and I was quite against the idea. You see, in my heart and in my soul, I belonged to one man, Eli Stephenson, whom I could not be with since he wasn't a Muslim, nor was he a citizen of Saudi Arabia. My heartbreak worsened when I found out through Facebook that Eli had returned to the United States of America after graduating from the University of Toronto and subsequently married a blonde-haired White chick named Lauren. Wow. What a world, eh?

I never thought I'd fall in love again, until I met Ahmed Suleiman. Born in the Dammam region of Saudi Arabia to a Somali mother and a Saudi Arabian Muslim father, and raised in the City of London, England, Ahmed Suleiman was tall, exotically handsome and wicked smart. The brother holds an MBA from England's famed Brunel University. I thought that most Saudi guys were uptight, controlling and boring, but Ahmed Suleiman was something else. This biracial lad spoke with a British accent, and considered himself a citizen of the world, rather than purely Saudi. I liked that and many other things about him. That's why I consented to the marriage.

Now, in Arab societies, you see a lot of Arab men with women of African descent. Visit Morocco and Mauritania along with Saudi Arabia and Kuwait, and you will see what I am talking about. The Arab male's lust for the African woman is nothing new. The people of Somalia, Eritrea, Mauritania, Djibouti and Ethiopia look different in terms of facial feature, skin color and hair texture from other Africans because they've mixed with the Arabs for untold centuries. Of course, many people on all sides will deny this but the evidence speaks for itself. 

You seldom see Arab women with men of African descent, and Arab racism and male jealousy has a lot to do with it. Well, I, Afaf, am that rare Saudi woman who likes the Black man. And I am not ashamed of it. I made somewhat of a splash in Saudi society when I married Ahmed Suleiman, since he's part Black on his Somali mother's side. Ahmed's Saudi father, Ismail Suleiman, granted him Saudi Arabian citizenship and all of his wealth, and this made our marriage more palatable to our culture. 

A Muslim husband who is friendly, respectful, and not traditional-minded, that's something most Saudi women dare not dream of. I lucked out when I married Ahmed Suleiman. The lovely young man I married introduced me to the wonderful world of BDSM. Most specifically, the realm of female domination and male submission. Well, as you can imagine, I was wickedly turned on by the idea, and gave it a try. I dominated my husband Ahmed Suleiman in the bedroom, and I really, really liked it. We both loved the experience. It's enriched our sex life in many ways.

Does the idea of a Saudi Arabian Muslim dominatrix disturb you? If it does, then you should reconsider your views on the lives and loves of Saudi Arabian women. Supposedly, we're the most oppressed and weakened females in the cosmos. Well, I say that every woman runs her household, in overt and covert ways, such is the way of humanity, and Saudi Arabia is no exception. Ahmed Suleiman is, to me, the new exemplar of a Saudi Arabian male. Educated, well-traveled, modern in his thinking and unafraid of female power, above all else.

I absolutely love tormenting my husband Ahmed, with his consent, of course. I love to strip my hubby naked and make him kneel before me. Sitting on a throne-like chair, clad in a traditional Islamic long skirt and Hijab, with a whip in my hands, I looked like a Saudi twist on the consummate dominatrix. Ahmed looks up at me, a look of supplication on his handsome face. I slap Ahmed hard across the face and he blinks nervously. I laugh wickedly and then rise from my chair while a cowering Ahmed kisses my feet, a sign of obedience and submission.

Feeling inspired, I bent my husband Ahmed Suleiman over my knee and gave that cute, caramel-hued butt of his a sound spanking. Afterwards, I made Ahmed spread his ass cheeks wide open, and then I lubricated him with Aloe cream. I don't trust the damn KY Jelly stuff everyone is always talking about. Once I had Ahmed nice and lubed up, I deemed him ready. I pulled out my strap-on dildo, and Ahmed gasped when he saw it. Smiling devilishly, I stroked the dildo and told Ahmed I was going to violate his sweet ass.

Ahmed moaned softly as I smacked his ass and then I gripped his hips and thrust forward. Finally, the dildo went into Ahmed's asshole, and he squealed like a little bitch. I began fucking my husband with long, deep strokes and Ahmed screamed. I absolutely love the sound of Ahmed's screams. Makes me feel powerful and gets my pussy all wet. I fucked Ahmed real good, until he tapped out and begged for mercy. I pulled the dildo out of his ass, and a weeping, smiling Ahmed looked at me, thankful beyond words. Victorious at last, I smiled.

I am Afaf Al-Saud, the only Saudi Arabian Muslim dominatrix on this planet as far as I am concerned. My husband Ahmed Suleiman is submissive to me, in and out of the bedroom, and that's exactly how I like it. Our house is my domain. When we go on vacation to places like Paris, Vienna, Melbourne or New York City, we have wicked fun since the sex shops over there have all the accoutrements we need to push the boundaries of sexual exploration and BDSM fun. We are proud Muslims from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, and we love sex and kink, and the world isn't ending because of it. Goodnight.