Hello Darlings,
How sissy have you gone before? A pamper session? A bubble bath? Well, I get in my moods and today I'm craving woman. Katrina is out of town and Mistress Katie is preoccupied with an unfortunate slave. Could you be sissy enough, girly enough for me? I'm not sure you could. You see, women get treated differently under my boot. I am more sensual with my female slaves than my male slaves. Men get a whip while women get a tongue. I can picture my ideal slave now. Chained from my ceiling shackles wearing a mini skirt, delicious makeup, and pigtails. I'd get down on my knees to check and see if she were wearing proper underwear. The would of course have to come off so I'd have a gag for the screaming later. Once they were off I'd take my hands and explore every region of their body because it belonged to me. I might take out Wynonna or my midnight blue vibrator but a lot of the times (with women) I enjoy using my hands.
Could you be that sissy?
Tell me what you would do to earn this honor.
Mistress B.
Showing posts with label female domination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label female domination. Show all posts
Monday, September 13, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Slave Worship
"Automatic Body Change
I was on vacation in the islands, enjoying the beach and getting a tan while drinking beer. Checking out the women as they strolled by in there bikinis. One lady with long dirty blond hair tied back in a pony tail stopped and introduced herself to me as Belinda and I offered her a cold beer. We sat and chatted for a few hours then she invited me to join her at a club later that evening. Belinda walked me back to my room and said she would pick me up at 7, giving me a little kiss on my cheek. I offered her dinner before going to the club and she accepted.
Belinda picked me up and she drove us to a nice restaurant, and after we ate we went on to the club where my whole world changed. This was not your usual nightclub but a club of dominant woman specializing in capturing and tormenting men. Before I knew what hit me, I had been striped of my clothes and tied to a frame. A ball gag was put in my mouth to quiet me. Belinda then told me her name from now on is Mistress B and she chuckled at me with a devious grin on her beautiful face. Mistress B and another Domme then put shaving cream on me from head to toe and shaved my body completely of all hair. When they finished I was whipped by Mistress B for moving to much and making it difficult to shave. After 50 lashes she started dressing me in panties, nylons, garter belt and a bra. She then locked 6 inch heels on my feet.
I was escorted to a strange looking chair when I was strapped down. My legs were strapped, my arms were strapped and my torso and head were strapped. I could not move one inch. Mistress B just smiled down on me and my predicament. She then lower the front of my panties exposing a ridged clit and put lotion in her palm then started stroking me getting me on edge. When she was satisfied that she was driving me mad she reached out to a stand next to the chair and pulled a hose over and covered my clit with it, this tube was sucking in pulses and kept me on edge. I then felt something coming from the bottom of the chair pressing into my male pussy and then stopped when in. Mistress B then reached for another hose and it had a mouth piece on it which she placed into and over my mouth with a strap pulled tight and buckled to the head rest of the chair. Mistress B then told me she was all set to start my permanent life change and pushed several button. The dildo in my pussy started moving in and out and the hose on my clit was sucking harder and a fluid was trickling into my mouth, Mistress B explained that the fluid was going to change my body and I will grow tits and produce more cum than normal.
I wanted to scream but couldn’t. She just laughed at me and sat down to watch. After a few minutes I started cumming from all that was happening to my body and cum was being sucked into the hose. I could not stop cumming, cum just kept coming from me, the dildo pumping in and out I was swallowing the fluid and my chest started to itch. I was growing tits. I was desperate to stop cumming. I was going mad from orgasm after orgasm. Sweat was poring from my head. I wanted to scream for this to stop I was totally out of control and could not move. Mistress B stood up and said she would be back after awhile to check my progress. I was so turned on with raging lust I wanted to die but all I could do was keep changing into Mistress B’s feminized sissy slave.
Thank you Mistress B"
I was on vacation in the islands, enjoying the beach and getting a tan while drinking beer. Checking out the women as they strolled by in there bikinis. One lady with long dirty blond hair tied back in a pony tail stopped and introduced herself to me as Belinda and I offered her a cold beer. We sat and chatted for a few hours then she invited me to join her at a club later that evening. Belinda walked me back to my room and said she would pick me up at 7, giving me a little kiss on my cheek. I offered her dinner before going to the club and she accepted.
Belinda picked me up and she drove us to a nice restaurant, and after we ate we went on to the club where my whole world changed. This was not your usual nightclub but a club of dominant woman specializing in capturing and tormenting men. Before I knew what hit me, I had been striped of my clothes and tied to a frame. A ball gag was put in my mouth to quiet me. Belinda then told me her name from now on is Mistress B and she chuckled at me with a devious grin on her beautiful face. Mistress B and another Domme then put shaving cream on me from head to toe and shaved my body completely of all hair. When they finished I was whipped by Mistress B for moving to much and making it difficult to shave. After 50 lashes she started dressing me in panties, nylons, garter belt and a bra. She then locked 6 inch heels on my feet.
I was escorted to a strange looking chair when I was strapped down. My legs were strapped, my arms were strapped and my torso and head were strapped. I could not move one inch. Mistress B just smiled down on me and my predicament. She then lower the front of my panties exposing a ridged clit and put lotion in her palm then started stroking me getting me on edge. When she was satisfied that she was driving me mad she reached out to a stand next to the chair and pulled a hose over and covered my clit with it, this tube was sucking in pulses and kept me on edge. I then felt something coming from the bottom of the chair pressing into my male pussy and then stopped when in. Mistress B then reached for another hose and it had a mouth piece on it which she placed into and over my mouth with a strap pulled tight and buckled to the head rest of the chair. Mistress B then told me she was all set to start my permanent life change and pushed several button. The dildo in my pussy started moving in and out and the hose on my clit was sucking harder and a fluid was trickling into my mouth, Mistress B explained that the fluid was going to change my body and I will grow tits and produce more cum than normal.
I wanted to scream but couldn’t. She just laughed at me and sat down to watch. After a few minutes I started cumming from all that was happening to my body and cum was being sucked into the hose. I could not stop cumming, cum just kept coming from me, the dildo pumping in and out I was swallowing the fluid and my chest started to itch. I was growing tits. I was desperate to stop cumming. I was going mad from orgasm after orgasm. Sweat was poring from my head. I wanted to scream for this to stop I was totally out of control and could not move. Mistress B stood up and said she would be back after awhile to check my progress. I was so turned on with raging lust I wanted to die but all I could do was keep changing into Mistress B’s feminized sissy slave.
Thank you Mistress B"
Friday, August 20, 2010
One From a Slave.
This is a delicious one written for Katrina from SissyD.
My two mistresses, Karen and Beth, were arguing oer me. They had been roommates when I started dating Beth and after Beth had broken me down into her submissive I was often shared between them. Karen was moving out and to a new town and insisted that I belonged to her while Betty was very stubborn saying that she was the one who had broken me and so owned me.
It's true I had dated Beth and she was the first one to ever tie me down and torture me so pleasantly. After a few months I had moved in with them and soon treated as there pet. Betty was the one that always administered my punishments but Karen was always a little more kinder to me. I would often be allowed to sleep at the foot of her bed instead of on the floor in Beth's room. I was still her pet and she could still crack the whip when she felt like it but I worked to please her because I wanted to more anything. And after the constant cruelty from Betty I only worked to please her out of fear of being punished. Beth had tamed me but I belonged to Karen. When Karen would discipline me with her hand, paddle, or whip I took it gladly because I saw the delight on her face but when it was Beth's turn I merely suffered through it.
Neither one wanted to start over with a new slave so they were argueing over who got me. I had no say in the choice, I usually not allowed to speak at all except for the occasionel "please, thank you mistress, more mistress," so I sat on the floor watching them argue. Beth being the meaner and stronger of the two was winning slightly. The screaming finally finished with the slamming of doors. I was tied on the couch by Beth soon after so that I would not crawl to Karen's room and sleep at her feet again. Beth whispered in my ear, "If she likes you so much then I'll make sure she gets to spend plenty of time with you."
The next morning Karen woke up tied to her bed to the sound of her closet being emptied into boxes. Beth explained to her as she struggled against the bonds at her wrist and ankles, "Turns out its pretty easy to make you disappear. I called that new out-of-state you got and quit for you but everyone here still thinks your moving away so no one will even guess you didn't leave, especially after all your stuff is gone." Beth's plan was to keep me and get a brand new pet all by keeping Karen here. It took weeks to break Karen and I'm sad to admit that I was excited for her to join me as another slave in the apartment so I was persuaded to help. You'd amazed how the mind works, weeks of being severly punished when you misbehave and then being so greatly rewarded after you obey with orgasms or light kisses. It can really change the chemistry of your brain, that and constantly being locked in the apartment prevented Karen from escaping.
I lost track of the number of times Beth would come home to find Karen and I huddled together on the couch. All the defiance trained out of her and she still enjoyed playing with me. Sometimes we would do it on purpose to provoke Beth into punishing us together. Some nights Beth would tie us together face to face and leave us that way overnight. I'm always locked in chastity so there was no chance of anything sexual and the frustration was almost unbearable most of the time but spending so many nights with my face so close to hers and my body tight against hers was still better than sleeping on Beth's floor.
My two mistresses, Karen and Beth, were arguing oer me. They had been roommates when I started dating Beth and after Beth had broken me down into her submissive I was often shared between them. Karen was moving out and to a new town and insisted that I belonged to her while Betty was very stubborn saying that she was the one who had broken me and so owned me.
It's true I had dated Beth and she was the first one to ever tie me down and torture me so pleasantly. After a few months I had moved in with them and soon treated as there pet. Betty was the one that always administered my punishments but Karen was always a little more kinder to me. I would often be allowed to sleep at the foot of her bed instead of on the floor in Beth's room. I was still her pet and she could still crack the whip when she felt like it but I worked to please her because I wanted to more anything. And after the constant cruelty from Betty I only worked to please her out of fear of being punished. Beth had tamed me but I belonged to Karen. When Karen would discipline me with her hand, paddle, or whip I took it gladly because I saw the delight on her face but when it was Beth's turn I merely suffered through it.
Neither one wanted to start over with a new slave so they were argueing over who got me. I had no say in the choice, I usually not allowed to speak at all except for the occasionel "please, thank you mistress, more mistress," so I sat on the floor watching them argue. Beth being the meaner and stronger of the two was winning slightly. The screaming finally finished with the slamming of doors. I was tied on the couch by Beth soon after so that I would not crawl to Karen's room and sleep at her feet again. Beth whispered in my ear, "If she likes you so much then I'll make sure she gets to spend plenty of time with you."
The next morning Karen woke up tied to her bed to the sound of her closet being emptied into boxes. Beth explained to her as she struggled against the bonds at her wrist and ankles, "Turns out its pretty easy to make you disappear. I called that new out-of-state you got and quit for you but everyone here still thinks your moving away so no one will even guess you didn't leave, especially after all your stuff is gone." Beth's plan was to keep me and get a brand new pet all by keeping Karen here. It took weeks to break Karen and I'm sad to admit that I was excited for her to join me as another slave in the apartment so I was persuaded to help. You'd amazed how the mind works, weeks of being severly punished when you misbehave and then being so greatly rewarded after you obey with orgasms or light kisses. It can really change the chemistry of your brain, that and constantly being locked in the apartment prevented Karen from escaping.
I lost track of the number of times Beth would come home to find Karen and I huddled together on the couch. All the defiance trained out of her and she still enjoyed playing with me. Sometimes we would do it on purpose to provoke Beth into punishing us together. Some nights Beth would tie us together face to face and leave us that way overnight. I'm always locked in chastity so there was no chance of anything sexual and the frustration was almost unbearable most of the time but spending so many nights with my face so close to hers and my body tight against hers was still better than sleeping on Beth's floor.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Mistress B, still on vacation...
This is an older fantasy from Kathi involving myself and Miss Katrina.
Mistress B called me this morning and asked me to report to her in 30 minutes. I dropped what I was doing and walked down the block to her house. Arriving on time I knocked on the door, Mistress B saw me on the security cam and told me to come in over the intercom. Mistress B met me at the door and undid my pants making a panty and nylon/garter belt check and smiled saying good girl. She told me to freshen her coffee and clean the kitchen. A few minutes later the door bell rang and Mistress Katrina came in, hugging Mistress B hello and they both sat on the couch. Mistress B called me into the living room. Sissy kathi, Mistress B said. We are going shopping this morning and your coming with us. I love going shopping with Mistress B but I didn’t know the kind of shopping we were about to do.
We stopped at a small dress shop on the way to the mall, Walking inside, Mistress B and Mistress Katrina both walked me straight into the lingerie department. Holding up panties to me and slips seeing how they may look. The store owner walked over and asked if she could be of help. Mistress B said yes that I needed to be fitted for a bra, I about fainted when I herd this and turning red and wanted the floor to open up. The clerk then smiled and started measuring me for the proper size. Mistress B and Mistress Katrina both picked through the bra’s until agreeing on one, a pink satin bra with lace across the bottom that matched the lace on my panties. I was told to remove my shirt and hold my arms out. I asked them please to not put it on me but there was none of that. The bra straps were pulled up my arms and the back was closed before I knew it. Smiling and laughing they both said, pink to match your panties and matched it did.
Mistress B told the clerk that she would like me to keep it on and I pleaded not to have to wear the bra. Mistress Katrina said me, put your shirt back on sissy and pay for your new bra. I knew I had better do as told and do it now. We continued our trip to the mall and I pleaded not to go inside, Mistress B told me to get over it and start walking. We went to ladies shops and I felt like every one was looking at me. Mistress B started holding up dresses to me and skirts making comments as to how I would look, Mistress Katrina came up with a sundress and handed it to Mistress B who held it up to me again. I noticed some women looking over at us with smiles on there faces.
I was mortified as Mistress said I want to see you in this, go change now. I begged her not to do this but she just pointed to the dressing room. Hanging my head in shame I went to the dressing room and stripped down to my matching bra and panties, nylons and garter belt. Holding back my tears as I stepped into and pulled up the pink sundress, everything was pink, pink lingerie and pink sundress. Mistress Katrina asked what was taking me so long and opened the door. She pulled me out in front of the mirror and zipped up the back stepping back to look and asked Mistress B what she thought. About this time a lady walked up and asked if she could help and Mistress B said yes that she could ring up the sundress and that I was going to keep it on. Tears were filling my eyes now and I begged not to have to wear the dress. I was told that if I beg any more I was going to be punished.
We all then headed to the shoe department where Mistress B and Mistress Katrina both agreed to a pair of pink high heals which I had to put on and keep on. I was now completely feminized from head to toe, inside and outside. After paying for my new ladies wear, the clerk asked if there was anything else and Mistress B asked if she could please through out my males things as I was not going to need them anymore. I was completed changed into a simpering sissy in public and no where to hide. Mistress B and Mistress Katrina held my hands and pulled me with them to as I reluctantly walked with them through the mall displaying me for all to see as we window shopped for the next few hours. People were pointing and laughing, woman were clapping there hands and saying things like You Go Girls. I just wanted to die and wished this wasn’t happening to me.
We finally left the mall and headed back to Mistress B’s home and they explained that this is my new life, not a fantasy anymore and would never change, I would forever be Mistress B’s sissy slave. When we got back to the house Mistress Katrina looked me in my eyes and said, sissy kathi, you have one hour to bring all your male clothes back to this house. I pleaded for them not to keep me like this but all fell on deaf ears. I knew I had no choice and walked to my house and collected all of my clothes and bagging them up, brought them back to Mistress B’s home. Mistress Katrina then told me to put them in the outside fireplace, I begged some more not to do this and Mistress B just pointed, saying nothing, picked up the fire starter. I knew there was nothing I could do and stuffed my male things into the fireplace and was then handed the starter and told to light them up.
I cried for them to change there minds as I watched the last of my maleness disappear into smoke as I was being strapped to the spanking bench. Both Mistress B and Mistress Katrina picked up riding crops and reminded me I was not to beg anymore and that now my punishment for disobeying them was going to start. I never was allowed anything other than feminine clothes and lingerie from that time on and never allowed any more orgasms, I was milked once a month. I always had panty checks to see if I had any cum stains, if I did I was punished. I was a ladies maid for both Mistress B and Mistress Katrina from that day on. Being constantly trained and corrected when needed.
Mistress B called me this morning and asked me to report to her in 30 minutes. I dropped what I was doing and walked down the block to her house. Arriving on time I knocked on the door, Mistress B saw me on the security cam and told me to come in over the intercom. Mistress B met me at the door and undid my pants making a panty and nylon/garter belt check and smiled saying good girl. She told me to freshen her coffee and clean the kitchen. A few minutes later the door bell rang and Mistress Katrina came in, hugging Mistress B hello and they both sat on the couch. Mistress B called me into the living room. Sissy kathi, Mistress B said. We are going shopping this morning and your coming with us. I love going shopping with Mistress B but I didn’t know the kind of shopping we were about to do.
We stopped at a small dress shop on the way to the mall, Walking inside, Mistress B and Mistress Katrina both walked me straight into the lingerie department. Holding up panties to me and slips seeing how they may look. The store owner walked over and asked if she could be of help. Mistress B said yes that I needed to be fitted for a bra, I about fainted when I herd this and turning red and wanted the floor to open up. The clerk then smiled and started measuring me for the proper size. Mistress B and Mistress Katrina both picked through the bra’s until agreeing on one, a pink satin bra with lace across the bottom that matched the lace on my panties. I was told to remove my shirt and hold my arms out. I asked them please to not put it on me but there was none of that. The bra straps were pulled up my arms and the back was closed before I knew it. Smiling and laughing they both said, pink to match your panties and matched it did.
Mistress B told the clerk that she would like me to keep it on and I pleaded not to have to wear the bra. Mistress Katrina said me, put your shirt back on sissy and pay for your new bra. I knew I had better do as told and do it now. We continued our trip to the mall and I pleaded not to go inside, Mistress B told me to get over it and start walking. We went to ladies shops and I felt like every one was looking at me. Mistress B started holding up dresses to me and skirts making comments as to how I would look, Mistress Katrina came up with a sundress and handed it to Mistress B who held it up to me again. I noticed some women looking over at us with smiles on there faces.
I was mortified as Mistress said I want to see you in this, go change now. I begged her not to do this but she just pointed to the dressing room. Hanging my head in shame I went to the dressing room and stripped down to my matching bra and panties, nylons and garter belt. Holding back my tears as I stepped into and pulled up the pink sundress, everything was pink, pink lingerie and pink sundress. Mistress Katrina asked what was taking me so long and opened the door. She pulled me out in front of the mirror and zipped up the back stepping back to look and asked Mistress B what she thought. About this time a lady walked up and asked if she could help and Mistress B said yes that she could ring up the sundress and that I was going to keep it on. Tears were filling my eyes now and I begged not to have to wear the dress. I was told that if I beg any more I was going to be punished.
We all then headed to the shoe department where Mistress B and Mistress Katrina both agreed to a pair of pink high heals which I had to put on and keep on. I was now completely feminized from head to toe, inside and outside. After paying for my new ladies wear, the clerk asked if there was anything else and Mistress B asked if she could please through out my males things as I was not going to need them anymore. I was completed changed into a simpering sissy in public and no where to hide. Mistress B and Mistress Katrina held my hands and pulled me with them to as I reluctantly walked with them through the mall displaying me for all to see as we window shopped for the next few hours. People were pointing and laughing, woman were clapping there hands and saying things like You Go Girls. I just wanted to die and wished this wasn’t happening to me.
We finally left the mall and headed back to Mistress B’s home and they explained that this is my new life, not a fantasy anymore and would never change, I would forever be Mistress B’s sissy slave. When we got back to the house Mistress Katrina looked me in my eyes and said, sissy kathi, you have one hour to bring all your male clothes back to this house. I pleaded for them not to keep me like this but all fell on deaf ears. I knew I had no choice and walked to my house and collected all of my clothes and bagging them up, brought them back to Mistress B’s home. Mistress Katrina then told me to put them in the outside fireplace, I begged some more not to do this and Mistress B just pointed, saying nothing, picked up the fire starter. I knew there was nothing I could do and stuffed my male things into the fireplace and was then handed the starter and told to light them up.
I cried for them to change there minds as I watched the last of my maleness disappear into smoke as I was being strapped to the spanking bench. Both Mistress B and Mistress Katrina picked up riding crops and reminded me I was not to beg anymore and that now my punishment for disobeying them was going to start. I never was allowed anything other than feminine clothes and lingerie from that time on and never allowed any more orgasms, I was milked once a month. I always had panty checks to see if I had any cum stains, if I did I was punished. I was a ladies maid for both Mistress B and Mistress Katrina from that day on. Being constantly trained and corrected when needed.
Monday, August 9, 2010
One of my old punishments.
Hello Darlings,
Mistress Katie reminded me of one of my old punishments at dinner tonight with Katrina. To everyone's amusement, Mistress Katie loved telling the story of how I again proved I was a terrible slave and needed constant discipline. Most of you are good little slaves and wouldn't dare question your mistress. I, on the other hand, hardly ever did anything but challenge my mistress. It wasn't on purpose, I just wasn't a good slave. The following punishment was one that has never left my wicked mind and I have used it on multiple slaves on multiple occasions.
After so much punishment one night, Mistress Katie grew tired of disciplining me and stopped in anger. She slapped my face once before clicking out of the room on her treacherous six inch stilettos. Half an hour later, her lover walked in and set up a chair in the side of the room. My mistress followed and sat in the chair and crossed her legs.
"Do you know what is going to happen to you now, slave?"
"No, mistress."
She smiled her twisted, pixie smile. "My lover," she nodded to the very large man towering over me, "has asked for a go to discipline you since I am so tired today."
My eyes widened because I knew why my Mistress chose this man as her lover and my gaze fell down to his large, hard cock. "Please, Mistress. He is too big, I couldn't take all of that in."
She laughed and leaned forward, "Oh you will." And for the rest of the night the only sound I heard from her was soft, deadly laughter. I couldn't tell if I was more afraid or aroused as her lover mounted me from behind. I had no control of myself because even though I knew he was too big to fit inside of me, I was widening my legs to accommodate him. He slapped my ass and grabbed my hair to pull me against him.
"You will scream for me before the night is over." He positioned himself outside of me, "You will scream again," grabbed my breast, "and again," smacked my ass, "and again."
And then he thrust himself inside of me.
Believe me, Darlings, I screamed. That was the first time I had ever been fucked so hard for so long in my life. After that night was through I begged Mistress Katie night after night to bring her lover back in. Some nights she agreed and I was fucked over and over. It. Was. Delicious.
Mistress B.
Mistress Katie reminded me of one of my old punishments at dinner tonight with Katrina. To everyone's amusement, Mistress Katie loved telling the story of how I again proved I was a terrible slave and needed constant discipline. Most of you are good little slaves and wouldn't dare question your mistress. I, on the other hand, hardly ever did anything but challenge my mistress. It wasn't on purpose, I just wasn't a good slave. The following punishment was one that has never left my wicked mind and I have used it on multiple slaves on multiple occasions.
After so much punishment one night, Mistress Katie grew tired of disciplining me and stopped in anger. She slapped my face once before clicking out of the room on her treacherous six inch stilettos. Half an hour later, her lover walked in and set up a chair in the side of the room. My mistress followed and sat in the chair and crossed her legs.
"Do you know what is going to happen to you now, slave?"
"No, mistress."
She smiled her twisted, pixie smile. "My lover," she nodded to the very large man towering over me, "has asked for a go to discipline you since I am so tired today."
My eyes widened because I knew why my Mistress chose this man as her lover and my gaze fell down to his large, hard cock. "Please, Mistress. He is too big, I couldn't take all of that in."
She laughed and leaned forward, "Oh you will." And for the rest of the night the only sound I heard from her was soft, deadly laughter. I couldn't tell if I was more afraid or aroused as her lover mounted me from behind. I had no control of myself because even though I knew he was too big to fit inside of me, I was widening my legs to accommodate him. He slapped my ass and grabbed my hair to pull me against him.
"You will scream for me before the night is over." He positioned himself outside of me, "You will scream again," grabbed my breast, "and again," smacked my ass, "and again."
And then he thrust himself inside of me.
Believe me, Darlings, I screamed. That was the first time I had ever been fucked so hard for so long in my life. After that night was through I begged Mistress Katie night after night to bring her lover back in. Some nights she agreed and I was fucked over and over. It. Was. Delicious.
Mistress B.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Inspiration #4.
Hello Darlings,
Guess what, my lovelies? I am having a sleepover with my dear friend Katrina. She has been moved by your posts and responses that she agreed to try something with me. She is a very dominant personality and it was difficult for her to submit to me. She is stunning on her knees. Mmmm.
Last night I just made her close her eyes. -An exercise in trust. Would I hurt her? Take advantage? -Of course not- but being vulnerable doesn't come easy to women like us. I moved closer to her body and let her feel my approach. My fingertips grazed her knee and moved slowly up her thigh. I watched her eyes flutter and her breath caught. At that point- she was mine. Both my hands ran up her shoulders and I eased my body down on hers.
I asked, "Katrina? May I touch your face?"
She responded with only a whimpering nod.
I did and let my hands roam over her body. Then I picked up her hand and cupped myself with it. Showing her how how I liked being touched. After a moment, she didn't need my help and I just rode her hand. My head dropped to her shoulder as I came. I leaned back and asked if she were okay. I touched her face and told her to open her eyes. She did and they were amused and willing. I stilled as I watched her lean forward tentatively and stop a breath from my lips.
I just laughed and took a fistful of her hair and snapped her head back. I leaned in next to her hair and said, "You think it's that easy, Bitch?" And then we really started to play.
I hope you all had a wonderful holiday,
Mistress B.
Yesterday's top number was 6. Two slaves are tied with ten.
Guess what, my lovelies? I am having a sleepover with my dear friend Katrina. She has been moved by your posts and responses that she agreed to try something with me. She is a very dominant personality and it was difficult for her to submit to me. She is stunning on her knees. Mmmm.
Last night I just made her close her eyes. -An exercise in trust. Would I hurt her? Take advantage? -Of course not- but being vulnerable doesn't come easy to women like us. I moved closer to her body and let her feel my approach. My fingertips grazed her knee and moved slowly up her thigh. I watched her eyes flutter and her breath caught. At that point- she was mine. Both my hands ran up her shoulders and I eased my body down on hers.
I asked, "Katrina? May I touch your face?"
She responded with only a whimpering nod.
I did and let my hands roam over her body. Then I picked up her hand and cupped myself with it. Showing her how how I liked being touched. After a moment, she didn't need my help and I just rode her hand. My head dropped to her shoulder as I came. I leaned back and asked if she were okay. I touched her face and told her to open her eyes. She did and they were amused and willing. I stilled as I watched her lean forward tentatively and stop a breath from my lips.
I just laughed and took a fistful of her hair and snapped her head back. I leaned in next to her hair and said, "You think it's that easy, Bitch?" And then we really started to play.
I hope you all had a wonderful holiday,
Mistress B.
Yesterday's top number was 6. Two slaves are tied with ten.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Story From The Past.
Hello Darlings,
I have changed my mind. No yahtzee tonight. When we were at dinner at Katrina's house last night my Mistress thought it would be fun to tell stories from my earlier days. I blushed more and more with each story Mistress Katie told. Katrina's eyes grew wide with tales of submission, role playing, and intimacy. I was not a very good submissive (I'm sure you can imagine) and Mistress had to punish me daily. She told Katrina one story that I will never forget because it is branded into my mind. From all the stories, I am feeling a lot more playful than commanding so I would like to tell you some of the sessions I had with my Mistress as she broke me properly.
One weekend she had me tied -naked wearing only my ankle bracelet- to a chair for a few hours and I could hear her giggling from her bedroom over the sound of her vibrator. Finally, she finished and came in wearing only her stilettos. If you are a man or a woman you are aroused by her, Mistress Katie has the body of a goddess and the voice of an aroused, naughty pixie. Being the disobediant submissive I was, I looked at her body. I looked my fill and I swear if I hadn't been tied down I would have pulled her to the ground and ravished her.
She came over to me and straddled my legs. My eyes crossed at the touch of her skin. She was a little drunk and giggling which aroused me even further. She leaned in and licked my ear and whispered things I wouldn't even dare repeat here. Her hand tilted up my chin and started kissing me in a way she never had before. Her hand ran down my chest and crept down between my legs. One touch was all I needed to orgasm and she knew it. My lips felt her grin against them before she cupped me and I nearly blacked out from the power of the orgasm that shook my body.
That was a very long night. Would you like to hear more, Darlings, because I sure do feel like telling it. *grin*
Playfully yours,
Mistress B.
I have changed my mind. No yahtzee tonight. When we were at dinner at Katrina's house last night my Mistress thought it would be fun to tell stories from my earlier days. I blushed more and more with each story Mistress Katie told. Katrina's eyes grew wide with tales of submission, role playing, and intimacy. I was not a very good submissive (I'm sure you can imagine) and Mistress had to punish me daily. She told Katrina one story that I will never forget because it is branded into my mind. From all the stories, I am feeling a lot more playful than commanding so I would like to tell you some of the sessions I had with my Mistress as she broke me properly.
One weekend she had me tied -naked wearing only my ankle bracelet- to a chair for a few hours and I could hear her giggling from her bedroom over the sound of her vibrator. Finally, she finished and came in wearing only her stilettos. If you are a man or a woman you are aroused by her, Mistress Katie has the body of a goddess and the voice of an aroused, naughty pixie. Being the disobediant submissive I was, I looked at her body. I looked my fill and I swear if I hadn't been tied down I would have pulled her to the ground and ravished her.
She came over to me and straddled my legs. My eyes crossed at the touch of her skin. She was a little drunk and giggling which aroused me even further. She leaned in and licked my ear and whispered things I wouldn't even dare repeat here. Her hand tilted up my chin and started kissing me in a way she never had before. Her hand ran down my chest and crept down between my legs. One touch was all I needed to orgasm and she knew it. My lips felt her grin against them before she cupped me and I nearly blacked out from the power of the orgasm that shook my body.
That was a very long night. Would you like to hear more, Darlings, because I sure do feel like telling it. *grin*
Playfully yours,
Mistress B.
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