Nov 302011
 

I had told him to expect the Mistress slot to be used during his visit.

Amazingly the ideas he had for a big dildo being inserted were small fry compared to what he was actually about to experience……

I had selected a nice christmassy looking outfit for him to wear but it wasn’t as sexy as I’d like so instead he was thrust into a short black dress that was able to ride up and hide absolutely nothing!

With his shoes inside very high heels he was gently teased until he was begging Me to touch his slot once more.

It was a giggle making him beg and whipping him with a variety of implements….. how long would he have to wait before the deep need inside his slave body was sated?

As long as I wanted him to …… thats the answer you are looking for.

My fingers slid gently into the opening. First one and then another and before long My entire hand was pulled deep inside him. My how he moaned, the internal orgasms shaking him from the core, a feeling he had never felt before.

My training is certainly paying off………

Nov 292011
 

They are definitely a bonus when a Mistress is looking to put a slave into inescapable bondage.

Chains. Big thick heavy chains. Coupled with a few padlocks can guarantee that the slave will be just where you left them. Usually quite frustrated but accepting of the inevitable.

I have to try to be mindful of what the slave is wearing as it so hard to try and dress one when they are dripping in metal work from every corner.

The motto of the story? Be careful what you wish for – it may just come true.

Nov 222011
 

WAS THIS GOING TO BE A TRAINING EXERCISE?     During Mistress Beth’s forced lay off I received a very strange request, no it wasn’t a request it was an instruction. I was to go on a chat line and pretend I was a teenage girl. My immediate thoughts were that She was testing me. Was She trying to bring out my fem’ side? I had never served Mistress in that way before. Fact is the thought of Her making me into a sissy has always scared me. She has used that threat in the past to force me into other things.  Well if I was going to do this for Her I was going to give it my best shot. I found a site [Chat Avenue] I waited till I was alone at home. I logged into the teen site as a 16 year old girl. I had set up a email before hand. For the first 5/10 minutes teenage lads chatted me up. As it turned out it was good practice for what was to come. I got a message asking me if I liked older guys. I said yes. It turned out he was 50 something. We chatted for some time; I have to admit I was really getting into the part. It didn’t take long before the subject got to sex. I played on telling the guy I had been with an older guy before. I could almost feel him getting excited by the thought of meeting up with me. The next stage was as I thought it maybe. He asked me for my email addy. I said no way at first playing him along. But at last he broke me down and I gave it to him. The chat continued on line, and then came the biggy. He asked me of I had a cam, now what was I to do? I told him that “my sister” and I had been fighting over it and it had got broken. That excuse seemed to satisfy him. We chatted further on His conversation was by this time getting very sexual, but I was well in the part so I went with it, adding my own little “come on” bits.          Then it came, what I had not been expecting. He asked me if I would like to see him on cam. I replied yes but only if he wanted to. I didn’t want to be over keen. But he must have been so far gone by now he put his cam on. He was at work in what looked like a warehouse or storage place, he was sat on a high stool. We carried on chatting, he was doing so well at chatting me up. I reacted to all his suggestions in a positive way; I said what he wanted to hear. I must have been playing the part well, as he asked me would I like to see it [his cock ] as I was by this time suppose to be turned on I said yes I’d like to see it very much. He adjusted himself on the stool letting his trousers slip to the floor. He began to play with his cock. I have to say it was a good size [lol] I carried on talking dirty to him, telling him how much I wanted to be there with him. Then it came to me this guy was 50 and he was chatting up what he thought was a 16 year girl. At this point the devil got into me. He was I could see getting ready to unload his wad. So I typed in “whose that behind you” he lent forward to read my message, his face changed colour as he read the words. He jumped up like someone had shoved a red-hot poker up his backside. The stool was on the floor and he was trying to pull his pants up at the same time as he was trying to switch off the computer. The scene was total chaos. I was laughing so much as I quickly made my exit.   I know it wasnt quite what Mistress wanted but I am afraid the devil was in me on that day. My only hope is that Mistress doesn’t have me re-enacting the role in real life. Although I must have been convincing, on line at least.                 Slave john

Nov 172011
 

The sad thing is about thigh high is that he has to be a naughty boy. I don’t know if its simply because I give him naughty tasks to complete or if he can get into trouble all by himself!

Anyway with a little prompting he stole his adult step daughters panties and wore them next to the penis on the journey to the dungeon.

Of course My feined surprise meant that he would indeed need a good seeing to and a firm ball kicking was in order as I had MY beautiful purple crotch high boots on and I’m sure I spied him peeking up between them trying to glimpse My own panties.

Dirty panty theif, boot, drawer raider, whach, the blows rained down and each time he had an excuse – ‘you made me do it Mistress’ well that will never do, trying to make Me take responsibility for his dirty actions.

Forcebly wanking the cock to the point of painfully should have seen his sorry for a while but luckily he is due to visit really soon and lord knows what corrective behaviour I will have to eek out.

Nov 162011
 

slave a arrived promptly. complete with flowers and chocolates – afraid that I may have withered away after My recent spell of being poorly….. not the case at all I’m afraid and I appear to be as buxom as ever.

It was My first session in the dungeon and I have to admit that I was a little nervous, unlike Me but nervous all the same, I’m sure that everyone who has had quite alot of time off must feel apprehensive on the first day back. As it happened it all fell back into place as if I had never been away.

My memory moment of the day would have to be the vision of slave a tied to the bench, hood in place, penis tied, butt bullet vibrating inside with her back arched upwards as I trailed electrics across her nipples whilst flogging her with the long blue rubber flogger.

Wonder what slave a would describe as her memory moment of the day?

Being naked and examined – especially the penis that has had a collar in place since the 5th of September and has developed a shiny ring of skin, just like a cat has under its collar – and various lines where the rim has bitten in every time the penis become engorged with blood.

The mixture of silken caresses and biting nipple clamps was enough to send her slave mind into overdrive and that was just the beginning, soon I introduced electrics from the violet wand into the equation which sent shudders throughout the body bound before Me.

As always its a pleasure to see My subject writhe and wriggle before Me, its body awash with such mixed emotions and reacting in so many different ways at the same time.