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.
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Monday, August 9, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Random Encounter.
Hello Darlings,
You would not believe it. My Pet has gone on vacation again and I am left with no one to punish! I may just go up and give him a surprise visit someday soon. *grin* But SissyBabyAmber's fantasy reminded me of a person I met a few years ago. I was sitting in the food court of a lovely group of second hand shops and I was people watching as I often do. The food court held a handful of patrons each with their own solitary pursuits. There was one man in the corner reading a book- I forget what it was now- and his legs were crossed in a way that made me give him a second look. His clothes were all perfectly pressed and everything matched exactly. He seemed very delicate and charming with each of his movements.
Thoroughly curious -and not at all shy- I moved over to his table and sat down. He blinked up from his book and I'm flattered to admit his jaw dropped a little. I leaned in and took a sip of his coffee before I asked him what his name was, his profession, his hobbies, .... how long he had known he was a transvestite. The last was just a guess and not one of my cleverest digs but it got the job done. He sputtered and looked around to make sure no one heard. I simply smiled and leaned a little closer and said in a voice not meant to be mistaken as questioning, "Show them to me." And I got up and lead my way to the bathroom not bothering to look back because I knew he would follow.
When we reached the bathroom I told him to take off his pants so I could see his panties properly. I was still a little new to this world at this point and slightly jittery but the look in his eyes of arousal and total submission settled my nerves. I took off my jacket and I locked the door. Half an hour later, we calmly walked out of the bathroom smirking a little. Underneath his now somewhat untidy shirt was a set of scratches and under mine were bruises forming into lovely finger shaped designs. I never saw him again and didn't care to but for that one hour he was mine- and that was enough.
Until Tomorrow, Darlings,
Mistress B.
You would not believe it. My Pet has gone on vacation again and I am left with no one to punish! I may just go up and give him a surprise visit someday soon. *grin* But SissyBabyAmber's fantasy reminded me of a person I met a few years ago. I was sitting in the food court of a lovely group of second hand shops and I was people watching as I often do. The food court held a handful of patrons each with their own solitary pursuits. There was one man in the corner reading a book- I forget what it was now- and his legs were crossed in a way that made me give him a second look. His clothes were all perfectly pressed and everything matched exactly. He seemed very delicate and charming with each of his movements.
Thoroughly curious -and not at all shy- I moved over to his table and sat down. He blinked up from his book and I'm flattered to admit his jaw dropped a little. I leaned in and took a sip of his coffee before I asked him what his name was, his profession, his hobbies, .... how long he had known he was a transvestite. The last was just a guess and not one of my cleverest digs but it got the job done. He sputtered and looked around to make sure no one heard. I simply smiled and leaned a little closer and said in a voice not meant to be mistaken as questioning, "Show them to me." And I got up and lead my way to the bathroom not bothering to look back because I knew he would follow.
When we reached the bathroom I told him to take off his pants so I could see his panties properly. I was still a little new to this world at this point and slightly jittery but the look in his eyes of arousal and total submission settled my nerves. I took off my jacket and I locked the door. Half an hour later, we calmly walked out of the bathroom smirking a little. Underneath his now somewhat untidy shirt was a set of scratches and under mine were bruises forming into lovely finger shaped designs. I never saw him again and didn't care to but for that one hour he was mine- and that was enough.
Until Tomorrow, Darlings,
Mistress B.
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