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The Captor becomes the Captive

I was sitting in my own pool of sweat while the sun beat down.  I was restrained with cords to a wooden chair, and there was no way to free myself.  My captor taunted me, explaining that I deserved exactly what I was getting.  He had never followed my directives and had often paid the consequences; because he continued to cum before allowed, I forbid him to cum for two weeks, once.  He apparently was still angry…even though he said that my approval made him cum the hardest in his life.

He went on with his objective: to tease me, to make me miserable, and to take away the chance of pleasure when it was moments away.  He used several vibrators, overwhelming me with sensations; he spanked me, humiliated me…things that he enjoyed himself (but, not necessarily me).  He finally spread my legs out as far as they would go and began masturbating.  This was his ultimate goal: to cum after torturing me…and without my permission.

Dry-mouthed and achy, I spat at him, “Richard, you won’t be able to cum.  You simply won’t.  Even though you’ve restrained my body, you have not restrained my power.  I am still in control!”  He yelled for me to shut-up and I could already hear him struggling, his erection dissipating.  He gagged my mouth; but, before he did, I told him that it would do no good.  He held his cock in front of me and shook it at my face; but, even he was noticing that it was getting limper by the moment.

He went behind me and I could sense that he was rethinking his plan.  He silently untied me and handed me some water.  I refreshed myself and then stood up.  “Start stroking your cock, gently,” I said.  In a calm voice, I continued to bring him waves of pleasure but not an orgasm.  When he was close to cumming, he confessed in sobs, “I don’t deserve to cum.  You’re right.”  Even though I had not said that I would deny him, he finally understood: I knew his body, his desires, and his needs better than he did.  He zipped up his pants and covered me in a blanket; then, he took me home and cleaned me, worshipping my body and my power over him.

Mistress Mommy Monika and Pet Jazzy

My new little pet, Jazzy, was born a boy but always wanted to be a girl; her biological mother, she told me, was a real witch. Jazzy invited me to a lake house that she was borrowing from a friend. When I arrived, I was thrilled with the accommodations; the view from the master bedroom, which was all mine, overlooked the lake. “Do you like it, Mommy?” my pet asked. “Of course,” I said in my sweet Mommy voice. I bragged on her and touched her between the legs; she kept telling me how much she wanted to please me. I lay on the bed and told her to eat my pussy. Like a good little girl, she bent down and rolled my clit in her mouth, sucking my lips. And, looking at the lake, I creamed inside of her mouth.

The doorbell rang and I told Jazzy to answer it. Now it was time to be ‘Mean Mommy.’ The door opened and several guys filed in. I told Jazzy to put on some porn for the gentlemen and explained that they were here for her; she was going to make Mommy some money by doing anything these gentlemen asked of her.

The guys began popping open some beers while I took Jazzy and one of the guys to her bedroom. I told him to use her like the whore she was, to defile her and her bed sheets so that she would always remember how worthless she was. The man flipped her on her stomach and began pounding her ass; he grabbed her hair and rode her like an animal, not a person. I forbid Jazzy to cum at any point or she would suffer horrible consequences. He shot his load all over her ass and wiped his dick across her face. When he left, I rubbed Jazzy’s cock, “That’s right, nice Mommy is going to rub that little clit now.”

“Yes, Mommy,” she said. “I just want to please you, Mommy.” The fun was just beginning!

Sissy boy on loan

One of my friends went on an all-paid vacation from her sweet Sissy Boy; and, she asked me to look after him.  I told him that his homework was to memorize all of the songs from Oklahoma!, one of my favorite musicals; then, I told him to meet me at my office.  When he got there, he took off his robe and had done exactly as I asked: he had on a pretty little yellow skirt and a pink top.  I bragged on his wardrobe choices.  Then, I told him to come out on the balcony…this is where he was going to sing his little sissy heart out!  He looked terrified and asked if anyone could see him.  I said, “Of course.  The people who have balconies and even the people below the building.”  I had to coax him, but he relented; I told him that I was going to tape his performance and send it to Mommy.  He cleared his voice and adjusted his hair…and he was ready!  He went out on the balcony and began with the title song; and, before long, he was prancing.  After he had sung the entire track of songs, he started making up his own.  I was so proud and rewarded him by touching his little clitty while telling him that he was such a good sissy, that Mommy was going to be so proud when she saw the video, and that Auntie Monika was so impressed!

Sissy Parade

Today I took my sissy boy Tiny Tim for a walk down the street. He likes to make everyone believe that he’s a macho construction worker but I know his dirty, filthy, litte little secret. Timmy wore nothing but a purple fishnet thong and a collar for me. He wears the traditional Levi jeans and construction boots but underneath it all, Molly loves the feel of satin, lace, and all other types of panties rubbing against his cock and balls. This time he wore the clothes for MY satisfaction. I walked him down the block of my neighborhood. He crawled on the hot cement while he burned and scrapped his knees.  Soon, a crowd of people rushed out of their homes to yell and insult him for being such a specticle . “You fucking fag! Go home!”  “You’re disgusting!!!! ” and “Is this what you’re into?! Walking around like a sissy fag with your Master?” were all screamed at him. Along with more verbal abuse it was almost like his own personal humiliation parade! As he was getting scolded by my neighbors I whipped him so he could feel physical pain he deserved as they emotionally beat him. By the time we got back to my house his bare ass was red, his knees we’re bloody, and his cock was hard and ready. He must have had an idea of the pain Mistress Mika had in store for him

Ruin You

My boyfriend makes slaves do yard work barefoot. That’s because he’s a sadistic fucker who loves to hurt other people. It reaffirms his power and control over the rest of the male sex. Compared to Him, those groveling, pathetic slaves can’t even call themselves men! It was so funny the other day what he made our slave do. After he finished up our laundry and made all of the beds in our house like a pansy sissy maid, we had him strip down into a tiny little speedo swimsuit and stand outside in the freezing cold to work on our front lawn. Since we live up north, the weather just barely hits 58 degrees around this time of year, and it is especially icy on our driveway because of all the rain we get. So of course my boyfriend decided to assign the task of pouring anti-freeze and salt onto the sidewalks in front of our house. He also had him mow our lawn. Because the slave was barefoot, however, we ruined his feet.

While he was out there hopping around, trying to avoid the searing pain of the ice on his exposed skin, trying to ease the suffering from the frozen heels and wounded arches, my boytoy and I were fucking like crazy. It got us so hot and bothered to watch through the windows and witness how much sway we have over an ostensibly competent grown “man.” It just goes to show that slaves aren’t people after all! Yes, we ruined his feet. They were covered in blisters, open sores, cuts, gashes, and were the color of a bright blue balloon–even inflated and swollen like one! It was so hilarious to see him wincing and hissing in unimaginable pain and agony. We let him go take a warm bath, but the moral of the story is that we are in control ALWAYS. We can do whatever we want to our stupid slaves, and they will worship and thank us for it.

Sissy Shame

 

I have had my share of sissies but Ms. Levi’s Pink Pacifier Punishment Pansy takes the fucking cake.  I was invited to a playoff basketball game with Ms. Levi and her sissy.  WHAT THE FUCK,  was the words that rang out of my mouth when I first seen sissy.  She had on a pink lace fluffy dress, white stocking, pink socks, heels, a huge pink bow in her hair, and sucking on a large ass pink pacifier.  I was so fucking embarrassed walking into the game with her that if dying was an option I would have fell out right there.  She pranced around like she was cinder-fucking- rella, either shame was something she enjoyed or Ms. Levi is one hell of a Mistress.  That pansy had the nerve to jump up and cheer whenever a basket was made, it did not matter from what team.  I felt my heartbeat fading away as my face melted with shame.  Feeling relieved as Ms Levi and her sissy went to the restroom I felt life coming back to me.  Halftime was a few minutes away and I knew the halftime program would cheer me up.  I was moving to the beat of the music as the cheerleader performed when sissy comes running onto the court with a damn cheer leading outfit on.  The front of the shirt has the word sissy embroidered in bright pink letters and her face with even a brighter pink.  She was shaking and ashamed as she twirled to the music.  The gym was silent in pure shock as was I but that did not stop sissy from performing her little heart out.  The program was over and all the girls started doing cartwheels, as the crowd clapped. Oh but sissy could not be left out, she did a fucked up half cartwheel landing on her neck/back, legs semi in the air, and the tiniest piece of cock meat I ever seen showing for all to see.  Laughter bounced off the gym walls as I ran out the gym so fast.  Ms. Levi gave me a gift for my great embarrassment, sissy will have to call me and tell all of her dirty little secrets. 

You Are My Bitch

As soon as he asked the question my nipples got hard and mu cunt began to quiver. sometimes I wonder if these guys have a clue when they ask the questions they ask what the result will be. But it doesn’t fucking matter ask and you shall receive. Oh how you shall will receive!
When he said he wanted to be someone’s bitch and that he had been telling his partners this for years and they just didn’t get it. The experience just wasn’t enough.
He laughed when he said this wouldn’t be any different but I could try. Boy was he in for the surprise of is life.
I took his ass back to the hotel that he rented and as soon as the door closed I shoved his ass on the floor. I put my heel into his throat and told him not to fucking move. I let him know he was my bitch until I let him go.
First I ripped every piece of clothes off of him. When he asked what he would wear when we were done, I simply laughed and told him I didn’t give a shit, a bitch didn’t deserve clothes and that if he spoke again or did anything with out being asked to or with out permission he would be severely punished.
His dick was rock hard and he was in for the bitch ride of his life.
By the time the son came up he was well aware of what it was like to be my bitch and he was begging me to stay as I closed the door behind me.

The Sweet Taste of Blood


I wore a black dress with a leather corset and heels. His eyes were as hot as hell’s fire, my lips colored rose and my body was starving to be sexually fed. He was under my spell, and powerless against my will.. We talked almost all night as a black metal band played from the stage, but he was lost in my movements and captured by my haunting voice. Soon I took his hand and brought him to my lair as I call it. I locked the door, lit several candles, and handed him a glass of red wine. I then showed him in the candlelight me slipping off my dress and undoing my corset. I walked over to him with his white flesh all I could see and ran my cat like fingernails across his chest. I looked in to his lust filled eyes as I undid his leather pants, and he cupped my huge milky white ample breasts. We kissed deep with a hungry passion as I placed my hand on his huge cock and stroked it until he was rock hard and ready. I said “I crave it, I can smell it, I must have your blood.” he would give me his soul if I asked for it. “Yes” was all he said. I arched my back and moaned with a hunger like a starving wolf. Then I raised my head fast, groaned, and sank my teeth into his chest and began to drink from him. I felt his blood all over my tongue as I drank and it seemed to make stronger as I sipped. I took my mouth away and showed him my blood dripping from my fangs. I licked the blood off and demanded he fuck me, I threw him on the bed, slid his erection in me and rode him hard. I finally felt my warm pussy explode with my warm juices after ten minutes. I rolled my head with desire and lustfully moaned like crazy. I Then let him flip me on to my back and drive his cock in and out of me like a wolf in heat. We went at it hard and deep with passion and blackened lust, but he was ready to cum, and I was getting there too. I dug my nails into his back, and rose my hips to me his thrusts as he pumped my into me. Soon he moaned deep and I felt his load splash into me as I exploded all over him. He then fell asleep in my bed as I popped up. I looked at with satisfaction, and went to rest in my coffin for the day.

OoLaLa Maid For You

A single mom has to make a few extra bucks on the side. When I saw the ad for this alternative, exotic and erotic maid service I knew it was just the side gig for me. After all, I clean my house naked all the time with the girls and we all have a good time. Why not go get paid to clean in the buff either by myself or with another horny honey and put on a show. Make some extra money and maybe get a good tip. The company boasts that they have an upscale clientele, who knows I might even find a horny, rich married man looking for a sweet little side piece with no strings attached! My first gig they paired me with this beautiful little Latin girl. We talked on the ride to the client’s house and both of us were down with whatever to make that all mighty dollar. When we pulled up to the address and saw the house or should I say mansion, we about creamed our panties before we even got out of the car. Surely these people had a butler or maid already with a house like this. We knocked on the door and sure as shit a member of the house staff answered but showed us into the study where he sat undressing us with his eyes. He wasn’t hard on the eyes at all and he didn’t take long to tell us that we were there for his amusement and pleasure more then the actual house keeping services that our company advertised. He ordered us to take all our clothes off and told us he wanted to take several pictures before we started “cleaning” for him as he handed us each a glass of fine brandy. This is how to clean house for fucking sure!

I’m Your Ho, Ho, Ho!

Santa baby, will you wrap your hand around my throat and squeeze?
Been a real naughty bitch, Santa baby.
Please cum and fuck me real hard tonight.

Santa baby, a doggie collar for you to use on me;
I’ll obey you, I swear, Santa baby.
Please cum and fuck your black slut tonight.

Think of the times I drank your piss.
Think of all the bowls I’ve eaten of your shit.
Next year I’ll serve you just as well…  Please cum for me, that’s my Xmas wish.

Santa baby, may I have a cage for when you’re in a rage?
I can retreat to there,  Santa baby.
Please cum and fuck your black slut tonight.

Santa honey, one little thing I would like to ask…
A bath…in vomit – yours or mine, Santa baby.
Please cum and fuck me real hard tonight.

Santa cutie, will you fill my dirty cunt and ass with cock?
And, leave your cum on my spine, Santa cutie?
Please cum and fuck your black slut tonight.

Will you trim my pussy hair with a rusty razor that you found somewhere?
I really do submit to you;
Let’s see how you dominate me…

Santa baby, one little thing to add to my stuff – some cuffs.
I don’t mean on my pants, Santa baby.
Please cum and fuck your black slut tonight.

Cum and fuck me real hard tonight.
Cum, tonight!