Pet Released.

Ready for a fun story, Darlings?

So, my Pet finally caved and told his cousin about his preferences. Isn't that delicious?? I wasn't there (it would be harder for her to deal with while a leather clad domm was staring at her) but my Pet ran to me immediately after and told me everything that happened. (A little back story for my newer readers: He and his cousin have been friends for a long time and I put a chastity lock on him and refused to give him the key until he told his cousin about his secret. This was quite some time ago.)

Desperate, he finally asked her to dinner at his house and he just said it. I believe the word some might use is spaz for his approach. As they were eating, he simply paused, said her name then, "I'm a transvestite." Oh, how I would have loved to see her face. Her initial reaction was laughter that died down to confusion. Then they talked about it and (as I knew it would) ended well. He showed her his panty collection and she asked if he wanted to go shopping with her. (Like I said, they were good friends to begin with.)

I was so proud of him as he was pressed up against my breast telling me the story. It had a good ending but he had never told anyone and needed comfort. So, my dears, I did something I have never done as a Mistress before. I took the key to his lock from my ankle and released him. I stopped him before he slipped to his knees and let him sit on the chair I was in. I put my silk gloves back on and felt him with my hand. He didn't last long (he was denied orgasm for a long time and he was being touched by a mistress) but now he is buying me new gloves and is very happy he told his cousin about his secret. I mostly like to watch my slaves touch themselves but after my Pet's long service and great personal triumph, that was his reward. Lucky? Oh, yes. Not only does he have a shopping buddy now but he also has her support.

You may orgasm tonight, Darlings,
Mistress B.

Inspiration #7.

Hello Darlings,

I have decide to give you until tomorrow at midnight to get all your final orgasms in for the contest. It is very close and anyone has a chance to win. I am very pleased at all of your orgasms in my name.

I am getting very tired at offering inspiration for you but I will inspire you for one more night. I have an interesting story from my college days that might be of use to you. I first met Katrina when I was modeling in her painting class. It was always amusing to me when I took off my robe and people just stared at my body. Men. Women. Professors. They forgot about professionalism and just stared. I -of course- enjoyed every minute of it and had to stop myself from getting completely aroused.

One day Katrina approached me and asked about my ankle bracelet. (It was the one Mistress Katie, my mistress, gave me and I refused to take it off even for modeling.) I laughed and asked if she really wanted to know. She said yes so I told her. I was as close to shocked as a mistress can be when she only laughed and said that was wonderful. We immediately became good friends. She doesn't care for dominating others but she does like to watch and sketch while I do. A few weeks later she tagged along and watched me punish my Pet for preparing dinner incorrectly.

It was a fascinating experience. I almost ignored my Pet while I was whipping him. I just watched Katrina's wide eyes fill with pleasure at the sight of his upturned ass and girlish screams. She asked if she could ask my Pet some questions and I allowed it.

Do you enjoy being vulnerable?
-yes

Do you like being dominated?
-yes

Do you like it up the ass?
- *small hesitation* ..... yes

Then she turned to me and said, "Do it." From that moment on we have been very, very close. Can you imagine her in the room while I fucked you in the ass, Darlings? I know she can.

Good luck with your orgasms.
Mistress B.

My Fantasy.

Hello Darlings,

You should all thank Kathi and SissyAli because they have earned you all a delightful treat: A fantasy from my bedroom. Be very grateful darlings because you are about to be privy to something only my pet has known.

Do you believe me to be a fair and kind mistress? Cruel? Beautiful? I am that and more. But have you ever wondered how a woman like me came to be this way? We aren't born in leather and lace. I was found. A woman approached me and ... the details do not matter. What matters is that the devilish beauty, Mistress Katie, made me the woman, the dominatrix, I am today.

The first day of my training she came out of her room wearing a pink corset, black lace-up stilettos, and pink thigh highs with black bows on top. She had to break me before she could teach me, she said. She pointed at a spot on the floor and told me to strip down and stand there without moving. In position, she made me close my eyes-I could only hear her stilettos click around my body and feel her nails drag across my skin. It was almost relaxing until I felt the snap of her whip across my naked thighs.

She kneeled in front of me and I saw down her back to her lacy pink lingerie. She leaned over my feet and clasped a delicate onyx bracelet around my ankle. I belonged to her and it was my shackle, she said. (I still wear it to this day) She bit her way up my body, bent me over her arm, and kissed me so hard I couldn’t breathe. I had never even seen a strap-on before but at that moment she pushed me to my knees, slipped one on, and told me to suck her dick like the little bitch I was. Since that moment, I have never been the same. By the time she tied me face down to the bed, I wasn’t even shocked anymore. You’ve never been fucked until you’ve been fucked by a giggling woman with a neon pink dick.

Want to know my fantasy, Darlings? My fantasy would be to dominate you in the same room where I was broken. To have my Mistress watch as I attach a key to your chastity device to the bracelet bound around my ankle. I want her to giggle with me as I strip you down and bend you over. That is my fantasy.

Until Tomorrow, Darlings,
Mistress B.