SLAVE (noun) A.) a person who is the property of another and is forced to obey them. B.) a person who is completely subservient to a dominating influence C.) a device (such as the printer of a computer) that is directly responsive to another. D.) drudge, a toiler
It dawned on me recently, as I was enjoying a week that included so many lovely DS moments, just how much amusement, (and even sadistic pleasure) the Domme can acquire, and how much misery and subjugation the sub suffers, from instances of counting-up and instances of counting-down. I wonder of other Dommes and subs have additional examples to those I mention below?
One of my amusements when counting up, is when giving a caning for a transgression for which I have awarded a set number of strokes. I will use the example of 12 strokes. Either I will verbally count each stroke, or I have my bitch count each stroke and thank me for it too. Stroke 12 is reached and delivered and verbally counted. But then, another strokes is delivered. And possibly another and possibly yet another. The verbal counting must continue of course. The atmosphere crackles with the unfairness, with my abuse-of-power and cruelty, and with the subs desolation.
Another amusement would be with my bitch counting each stroke and thanking me for it too. For this amusement, I would wait until the discomfort caused some poor annunciation of a counted number by my bitch. My response was either, “I could not make-out exactly what number you just counted. We will have to start again with one.” OR “Well that was not a very clear thank-you. I expect nice clear, sincere thank-yous, we will have to start again with one.”
Thinking of past pleasures, another of my amusements when verbally counting down, used to be when I had given my sub a count of thirty, to jerk himself off while kneeling on the floor before me. This would be after a period of orgasm denial and a promise that if he did not cum within the counting period, he would not be cumming for another week or two. My two favourite options: 1). I would count down slowly to start with, but then the counting would start to speed up and get faster and faster, while I smiled cruelly, my bitch would begin to whimper and fret and panic. 2). I would count down from thirty but rather inaccurately; “30…29…28…27…21… 20… 19.. 18… 13….etc” When a jump in the counting-down occurred there would be smiling cruelly from me and , whimpering and fretting and panic from my bitch. I mentioned these ‘jerking-off’ examples are pleasures of the past because as you know, my bitch only gets to cum under the sole of my shoes, (and that is a very rare event).
Laughable requests
Very briefly, I am naked but for my bedroom platform mules. I find my bitch. Typically he has gone many weeks without orgasm. I throw poses in front of him and he watches, torturing himself. Then I ask if he has any laughable requests. He asks first, one at a time, for a few things I will never, ever allow. While he is almost certain these things are gone forever, he can’t accept they are, so he asks, ever hopeful. Then he moves to things I am likely to grant once every few months. In this laughable request session, after a couple of refusals of such things, he then asked, “Please Mistress, please may I kiss and caress your beautiful bottom for a few moments, please Mistress?‘ I pondered for a while, and then said he may. He was overjoyed. He knelt behind me and began his very respectful caressing and dry-pecking-kissing. He was making noises of gratitude and ecstasy. I felt like a cruel ice-queen, thinking how low I have driven him from a couple of decades ago, when those noises were because, perhaps, I was allowing him to take me from behind, say. Now those noises were for being allowed to worship my butt cheeks. Then I started a slow countdown, “Ten……nine……eight…..“. He begins to panic and his ardour becomes more passionate and desperate. Then the real cruelty, as with one of the examples above, I miss out some numbers, after, ‘eight’, comes ‘four, then three.‘ He begins to emotionally sob as he kisses and caresses. I get to ‘one‘, and I walk away. Almost always in such circumstances I must walk away to my bedroom for an orgasm; he can hear. No doubt as he does he is thinking of the many, many weeks since he has had an orgasm, thinking how long he has been locked in his tiny chastity tube. He himself, probably shamefully thinking how low I have driven him, thinking that what he just did is now such a treat for him. Poor submissive bitch.
But when the suffering has faded, he will no doubt be as much as awe of me as ever, and so grateful that, unlike so many unfortunate subs, he truly is having his craving met of: being helplessly in the power of a pitiless, cruel dominant. It’s just that there is such a high price to pay for that!
Sex is largely a primitive brain function. I’ve been thinking about opinion pieces and research I’ve read over the years that discussed the male ‘hunt and conquer’ behavior as it relates to sex.
They are all saying basically, that men react to their primitive genetic code to hunt – to pursue a woman they see as desirable to mate with – slowly upping their game to woo her over and over until she succumbs to their advances and then fucks them. Once they have made their ‘conquest’, their interest wains as their primitive brain signals ‘mission accomplished’ and they move on to hunting their next sexual prey – primitively, subconsciously driven to impregnate as many women as possible. Modern man does a lot of higher thinking to try to quash his primitive brain, but fact is… it’s still active and has an impact on our male behavior.
Enter the concept of female controlled orgasms. Not only does it flip the notion of which gender is prey and which is the conquered but it puts the primitive male brain into a form of stasis, forever stuck in ‘hunt’ mode. He tries his old ‘up his game’, doing more and more to woo her but if she never permits him sexual satisfaction during sex, then no matter what his higher thinking brain tells him, his primitive ‘mission accomplished’ gene never gets tripped and he is stuck in an eternal loop of trying to seduce her over and over.
A lot of men relate the hunt/conquer process as a baseball metaphor – ‘getting to first base’ – a home run being their ultimate goal. Female sexual control through chastity or denial simply moves the bases much further apart. Once the hunter/prey relationship is flipped, you, the woman, has even more control to define the bases. “First base for me baby is getting to kiss and lick the soles of my shoes. Second base may be kissing the inside of my thighs.” But like some twisted David Lynch film image, the bases seem to continuously move further and further part until reaching home base becomes an seeming impossibility.
I would dare to say a woman could probably even allow a man intercourse with her and as long as she didn’t permit him to orgasm while she did, his conquer gene would remain unrequited and un-triggered. He would still be stuck in hunt mode. It is literally such a primitive brain that without ejaculation, it doesn’t understand it’s had sex.
And there is so much more going on in the primitive male brain. He is driven to mate with the best female available. How does the primitive brain determine that? Simply by gauging how hard she is to get. Hard to get = must be valuable mate. You can see where an intelligent woman can use that thought process as well. 😉
I think for submissive men this works very well because we already innately feel we are never good enough to satisfy a woman and are constantly trying to impress her and woo her, so being trapped in this mode feels correct and natural. It’s the conquering part that feels false to us.
Sexually speaking, I was a late bloomer. Probably because my nature to be shy, uber respectful, and catering towards women kept me from making the sexually aggressive advances that my more macho contemporaries did.
Its’ also probably why now in my early 60’s, my sex is still in overdrive. There may be something to be said too about one’s increased desire for sex as they near death (don’t take my word for it, read my aunt’s book Sexual Responses to the Stimulus of Death.), so maybe I’m just reacting to some primal need to procreate once more before I enter the void… who knows. What I do know is I am one horny dog.
I get out of bed around 2-3AM every morning because left to my own devices, I’d masturbate daily, edging myself for a couple hours each morning. Of course I can’t literally stroke myself for 3 hours straight… because ‘contact a doctor for erections lasting longer than 3 hours‘ is solid advice… and geez! Just think of the carpal tunnel I’d be suffering! LoL! So in between rounds, I’m doing service for my wife, Goddess Voltairine and Ms. Lane. I wonder what Dr. Pavlov would have to say about that? 😉
So yes, normally I would cum daily (sometimes more than once), but I digress.
Here are the reasons I consented to surrendering control of my orgasms to a woman.
Reason #1. I want it. My sexuality is ‘submissive’. Just like a homosexual gets arousal from a member of their own gender, my arousal comes from being dominated. In particular, I desire domination from a woman. Which is why throughout my entire sex life, I have largely only had sex at the advances of the woman I was dating. I need permission.
Reason #2.I need it. I am not well-suited to knowing what I need sexually. I have begged to be denied orgasm for 108 days. 30 days in, I’ve begged for an orgasm. Some might say I’m just looking for attention in both cases, but I will tell you that I am very sincere in what I’m begging for in the moment. And that’s my point. I don’t know what I want! I want to be obedient. To be controlled and denied. I want to cum. I don’t want to cum… I simply don’t know what I want. I need an intelligent, caring authority figure to decide what is best for me and save me from all my confusion and anxiety.
The ‘I want to/I don’t want to’ conundrum isn’t just kinky games. If you have ever done self-denial, you know the depression and feeling of failure that comes after your orgasm. It is far worse when a woman is doing the denying. If you fail to obey her and orgasm without permission, the feelings that follow are terrible. You are a loser. If you don’t confess what you did, you are a loser, a failure, and lair. You feel embarrassed that you even agreed this in the first place and you can start to spiral into depression, questioning your entire sexuality and life. So, truth be told we really don’t know what is best… other than follow her wishes on the matter.
Reason #3. Usefulness. As much as some of you may fantasize I have some deep, personal relationship with both Goddess Voltairine and Ms. Lane, I do not. I’m a servant to them just like many of you, and as such they don’t necessarily share their every plan and daily goals with me. I don’t know when or even if they will contact me and ask for my service in some way.
As anyway man who has spent time in chastity or been denied release for a prolonged time will tell you, you are far more attentive and eager to serve when you are horny. So if I were to have control of my orgasms, I may cum a couple times some morning and be into that refractory period of laziness and warm self-contentment men experience after orgasm when they suddenly need me for something. I can guarantee I won’t react as quickly or with as much attention to detail as I would if I was in my second month of denial!
So by surrendering my orgasms to them, they can put it on a schedule that works for them. A bit like letting your horse loose in the paddock to frolic and have fun between races. When it’s race time and you need him at peak performance, you put him back in training.
Reason #4. Retribution, Reparation, and Penance. For centuries men have forced sex upon women with little or no concern for their pleasure. Even worse are the patriarchies that still to this day force genital mutilation upon young girls as punishment or just to insure they never receive pleasure from sex.
In my small way, surrendering my orgasms to a woman’s control is my way of making amends for the sins of my fellow man. My orgasms are 100% for her pleasure and not mine.
I also wear a PA ring through my penis, put there in adherence to Goddess Voltairine’s principles. It is symbolic for the fact my genitals are no longer my own and may be mutilated and controlled – just like women have suffered. In addition to payback, pure and simple, Ms. Lane has commented time and again, zero rapes have been committed by men in chastity.
On the face of it that’s sounds like a joke, but being in chastity or surrendering your orgasms to the control of a woman makes you far less threatening to them! In fact, they may actually begin to feel safe enough around you to start amusing themselves by seeing how far they can push you without that typical male retaliation!
Reason #5. Mind Control. I’ve written about my opinions on this subject in depth here, and Goddess Voltairine saw enough merit in my thoughts to excerpt them in her book ‘150 Years of Gynarchy‘, but the short form is – edging creates an altered mental/emotional state much like hypnosis. If you practice edging frequently and imagine a woman demanding you stop each time you are on the brink of shooting, you are slowly but surely programming your mind to obey her.
I have come to obey my wife, Goddess Voltairine and Ms. Lane implicitly and I believe it is in no small measure a result of them assuming control over my orgasms.
i was very fortunate to be loaned out to Mistress’s Friend last weekend to clean Her apartment while the two Ladies caught up and relaxed. my Mistress’s Friend enjoys sissies, so i dressed in a pair of pink panties, knee high white socks with red stripes, and a small pink crop top with string shoulder straps. i wore my leather collar and chastity cage as usual too, the latter making me feel all the more emasculated in my girlish attire.
On the way over Mistress placed an expensive sushi order that She had me pick up and pay for. A token of gratitude to Her and Her Friend for letting me serve, Mistress always has me treat Her Friends to lunch.
When we arrived my Mistress had me change into the outfit in front of Them to Her Friends delight, kneel, and lay out all my cleaning supplies before them. In the rush to come over that afternoon, I had neglected to bring toilet bowl cleaner, but had assumed Mistress’s Friend would have some. She did not, and as punishment had me stand up so She could give my Pink panties a wedgie before having me bend down to spank me on the ass. Once She was finished the two Ladies sent me on my way to clean the downstairs bathroom, while they dined on the sushi i bought.
For the first hour and a half I was largely alone. i could hear the two Ladies talking upstairs, and at one point Mistress’s Friend appeared behind me causing me to jump as i was scrubbing the floor. She told me to stay where i was and gave me a few spanks on the butt cheeks, before retrieving what She came down for an went back up.
When i finished, and came back upstairs, the Ladies permitted me a glass of water, and had me clean up their plates, before starting me in the kitchen while they continued conversing in the other room.
Domestic service for Mistress’s Friends was always like that, collared, naked or scantily dressed, ceaselessly toiling with little brake while the Women could be heard relaxing in some other room. i wasn’t there for play, or to make Them perform for me, i was there to be used. i was there to work, and to spoil Them. It wasn’t fantasy, They are empowered Women and i just a man to be used.
In those moments, working and alone i imagine what other men might think of me; locked in my cock cage and emasculated for the Ladies amusement. A tool doing all the Ladies housework without any reward but to be denied my manhood, mocked, teased, and used to buy things. What a pathetic little bitch i’ve been reduced to. So hot.
Once i had finished in the kitchen, i was permitted to dust the room the Ladies were in. Mistress’s Friend made a comment about checking out my butt, and They started having me arch my back for them as i bent to clean. At one point they had me show them my “bend & snap” laughing at my expense as they educated me as to what that was to my clumsy attempts.
When four hours had passed, and it was time to go, my Mistress’s Friend asked about rewarding me to which my Mistress responded that getting to buy Them sushi was reward enough. They had a good laugh, and i was permitted to kiss the Friends feet as a consolation.
Later that evening my Mistress informed me that Her Friend had sent Her a video of me dusting that She had taken. Her Friend, like my Mistress, is a ProDomme as well and She was posting the video on twitter as part of Her social media presence; letting all Her followers see what a good little bitch i was for them that afternoon.
Sasha’s basement started as a sort of joke. When they were younger, before any of them had started doing any sex work, Sasha and three of Her other Queer friends used to hang out in the walk out basement at Sasha’s apartment. They would use the space to drink beers, and discuss Feminist Theory, and radical left politics. Sex work was always a hot topic among the four, as men are so easily led by their urges and to be able to control those urges is greatly empowering to Women.
As a joke one day, Sasha placed an add on a dating app. She wanted to see if they could get a man to come and strip for the four of them, but also make the desperate man pay them for the opportunity. The response was overwhelming, and soon the four friends started charging Men at the door to come by to strip for them, and otherwise degrade them sexually. The four Women’s disdain for patriarchy, and delight in exerting power over men shown through in their games, and the men found it irresistible.
As time went on, and the four friends matured as Sex Worker’s they refined their operation. With an overwhelming demand for their abuse the Women could afford to be picky. Only clients who could commit to indefinite chastity to keep them desperately coming back for regular use. Only clients who understood that the true power exchange for their Masters was separating them from their money. Pushy demanding clients were not tolerated, only the meekest and most easily manipulated.
So was it, that the four Women commoditized their clients. Locked in their cock cages the men would seek out their keepers at their desperate leisure, more than willing to pay steep entry fees to hang out in the basement with the four Goddesses. Once through the door they were stripped down to their cages, and collared to be mocked, abused, or sometimes just ignored. The women spit on the men, and put cigarettes out on them, openly expressing their disdain towards men. The spoke openly about how they saw their clients as commodities, and trumpeted the redistribution of male wealth. The Women would even offer degrading sex acts to their wide eyed desperate slaves, charging them hundreds in addition to what had already paid to get in for the opportunity lick their assholes, or have them pee in their mouths.
Furthering the operation, the Women started photographing the men to sell on Sasha’s new website “Sasha’s basement”. Carefully selected from immense demand, the men knew their enslavement by the Women meant they would have to risk the exposure. The Women also got in the habit of taking selfies with their clients for their own social media. Photos of them casually looming over their naked, cage, and collar prey. On their knees, the men would pose like this, wads of cash from their tribute held in their mouths. The Women displayed the selfies proudly on their feeds, espousing their fight against Patriarchy, and thoughts on redistributing male wealth; to the encouragement and amusement of their friends and salvation of their male followers. For dual branding and advertising the Women would plug the website with the hashtag #Sashas Basement.
What none of the Women foresaw, was when the hashtag started popping up in their feeds from other locations. Women, queer, non-binary, and trans folk from all over, some sex workers, some not. The posts were all similar, the posters displaying their chaste, scantily attired, eager men, broken and kneeling cash in mouth, yielding their power to their beautiful Masters. #Sashas Basement
Waves of post-orgasmic bliss, gradually subsiding, washed over her body like a gentle sea. She gently extricated her arm from under her already sleeping lover’s neck. As always, Paul had been amazing. He started like a violinist, playing her body with infinite finesse. Paul could read, and even anticipate, her reactivity like none before. Gradually, reading her rising plateau, Paul would evolve into a thundering but exquisitely controlled stallion- he always made sure they climaxed together. She turned on her side and said, “I love you so much.” But she was talking not to Paul, but to the baby monitor transmitter on the nightstand.
Rising, she hunched a bit and, using her fingers, pinched her lips closed to retain as much of Paul’s three emissions inside her as possible and walked into the master bath. She closed the door and put the dimmer switch on low, opening the door to walk in closet. There she took in her husband. He was on his back on a padded piano bench, legs up at a 45 degree angle and fully spread, ankle cuffs tied off to cleats in the opposing walls. His wrist cuffs were clipped into eye bolts sunk into the side of the bench seat. His shoulders were looped to each other and tied off under the bench with a white silk sash. His pink chastity cage was where it had been for the past four weeks. His breathe through penis gag was secured with a little slack so that he could feel its glans move in his mouth. The lace trimmed black satin eye mask had assured no sensory distraction from what he heard through the headphones spliced into the baby monitor base unit. She removed the headphones, eye mask and penis gag.
Turning, she backed up and lowered herself over his waiting tongue. Elbows on knees, she hovered just above his mouth so he could clean her outside. He began with the broad sweeping tongue strokes he knew she liked. After a short while, satisfied that she was clean outside, she lowered herself onto his mouth and felt the scouring begin. “Do you like the taste of Paul’s semen? How does it make you feel to lick another man’s semen out of the love of your life?” She smiled, feeling the silent tears at the top of her inner thighs.
Slowly, the cleaning done, she could tell he was trying to pleasure her instead. “His little rebellion,” she thought to herself. “I really shouldn’t. But it’s feels so good.” She abandoned herself to the slowly rising crescendo before exploding in spasms of pelvic pleasure.
Recovering, she turned and sat again, facing his body, Taking the Magic Wand from the shelf she turned it on low and began lightly tracing his testicles. “Aw, poor thing, do your plump testes yearn to be emptied after four weeks?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tease you long. You have a big day tomorrow and need your sleep”
“Miss Patricia is bringing plaything over for one of the play dates i know you love so much. First, we’re going to have a morning of beauty and shopping. I’ve even picked out a special outfit for you to wear. The red and white seersucker shortalls- you know, the ones with the ruffled eyelet at the leg openings. Your white blouse with the pearl buttons, Peter Pan collar and the puffed, pleated cap sleeves with the button and tab cuff. And of course, ruffled anklets with your pink stack heeled Mary Janes. And underneath, I think your magenta panty and camisole set should show nicely through the blouse.
“We’ll start at my salon for fresh waxings and mani-pedi’s. And that cute receptionist just turned18 and is dying to finally be the one to unlock, remove and replace the chastity cages.”
“Then, it’s on to the mall. I’ve made arrangements at Nordtrom for you two to be fitted for lingerie in the bridal boutique in anticipation of the festivities to come. And then finally, you’ll each be getting a makeover at the MAC Counter. What a delicious morning. I’m sure you two will be just beaming at the attention, walking pinky-linked and exchanging chaste kisses.”
“When we get home, your stepdaughter, Kelly is bringing three freshman who were just initiated into Tri-Delt. They coming for a concert, but pausing for afternoon amusements on the way. And they are dying to play with you two. They’re bringing the Tri-Delt paddle which isn’t used at the House anymore, but promises to get a workout tomorrow. And what young woman would not relish the opportunity to experiment with a strap-on for the first time. Finally, Kelly said the Sisters were absolutely agog on learning about urethral sounding. Kelly says they can’t wait to do that to a nice, hard penis.”
“When playtime is done, it will be time for High Tea from our scantily uniformed french maids. Elle and Bree from your office will be arriving for tea. I had offered to let them watch on their phones, but when they heard what was coming, they begged so sweetly to be here, I couldn’t say no.”
“And finally, we come to the “climax” of our day of innocent fun. Miss Patricia and I agreed that it would be so special for you two, if the first you two had gay sex together, it was for the amusement of an audience of younger women. The freshmen will remove your maid uniforms and redress you both in your bridal lingerie. The guest room mattress with a black satin fitted sheet will be in the family. the black should show off your bridal frillies nicely and also denote any spilled semen that needs to be licked up. And after four weeks of chastity, the semen should be in more than ample supply. And you two will be recycling all of it. We’re going to let the younger women choreograph what you two do with each other but Miss Patricia and I will be standing by with rattans to ensure the proper sensuous enthusiasm for the video they’ll all be taking.”
“Sweety, lift your head so I can fit the CPAP over your mouth and nose. I filled it with urine this morning so it should be luxuriously stale by now. Now the headphones so our lovemaking can be your alarm clock. Paul will be good for at least two more loads which will make a yummy appetizer before your daily gruel.”
She closed the door, turned out the light and climbed back into bed. She turned to the baby monitor and whispered, “I love you so much.”
I have the honor of having this post was quoted in the book 150 years of Gynarchy by the esteemed film artist and author Ms. Viola Voltairine! Pick up your copy today!
NOTE: This is currently a work in progress. I wanted to put it out incomplete as I develop my thoughts and writing on the topic however.
NOTE: Chastity (as enforced with a device of some sort and without any active teasing) has waned as an interest of mine, in equal measure to the growth of my interest in tantra & orgasm control and denial. My opinions on the matter is simply that, my opinion honed by decades of chastity fantasy and play. Please take them for what they are.
I’m going to start with a controversial statement that might upset any enlightened women reading this, but “Your power over me begins with my penis.” Note my emphasis on the word “begins“. More on that later. But like it or not, I am probably not going to crawl through the broken glass of a million shattered glass ceilings, I am not going to beg you to lick the filth from your boot heel, unless the feeling starts in my dick.
“Yes”, you may agree, “That’s why I lock men in chastity. To make them horny and through their horniness, compliant to me!” But at least for me, chastity diminishes my arousal almost completely. Perhaps it comes from months of experience being locked in a cage and ignored, but once I am my cock seems to know the futility of attempting an erection and doesn’t even try no matter what erotic thoughts I have. My mind, hence my desires, become mundane. The chastity, less a focus of eroticism, becomes a source of discomfort and annoyance. When I am uncomfortable, I am an eye-rolling grump about as far from a willing submissive as a guy can get.
If that is your goal, then by all means use chastity as a punishment. Not as a long-term means of control. Perhaps you think of it as a symbol of ownership. A irremovable collar or cock ring will could accomplish that as well, without the discomfort and energy sapping of a chastity cage.
Furthermore, chastity talk always revolves around the holy grail – the ultimate secure device. Why does it need to be secure? Because once you lock a man in one, his thoughts turn almost immediately to trying to get it off so he can stroke his almighty dick… our source of all pleasure. That means as soon as you put it on him and turn your back, his mind is occupied with sneaking a way out, lying and deceiving you, and subverting your express desire he not be uncaged. So you are now pressed into coming his vigilant jailer at great cost and energy to you.
Let me digress a bit here and express another opinion. A male slave in a commited M/s relationship should be a battery to a dominant woman, giving her far more energy than she puts into him. Tantric energy, mental stimulation/energy, actual physical energy through his working for you. I’m not advocating a one-sided power exchange, I’m saying that point of owning another human being is that they should empower you. If they are draining more or even equal amounts of energy, then that’s an egalitarian relationship in my opinion. Not an M/s one.
So back to the caged male, plotting his deception and escape. Lying to you and undermining your authority should be a game ender in my mind. If you don’t accept the authority you’ve willing submitted to, then what’s the point?
Enter Edging and denial. After a short amount of time, the caged male will become compliant and more obedient for sure, but not to you in my mind. He is focused on being nice to you to get the cage off! It’s just a transaction to him. His focus is on the discomfort of the cage and wanting to remove it, not really on you! You’ve just become an obstacle to his pleasure.
Let me ask you – in your experience, who is more willing to say yes to taking the garbage out for you? A.) Your husband, lying on the couch watching his favorite TV show or, B.) The guy whose hard dick is in your hand, being slowly stroked by you. Hmmm?
On an esoteric plain, a chastity cage prevents arousal, the spark that ignites tantric energy and whatever dribble (pardon the pun) of energy is there is completely blocked in the root chakra. Masturbating and edging allows the spark to ignite a bonfire of erotic energy and pumps it up and up through all the chakra points, pulsing and throbbing in beautiful energizing light. Which without permission to release that energy through orgasm, leaves it available. Available to pour into work, into giving orgasms (by that I mean by sex or by being the masochist to a sadist or whatever floats your dominant boat), into deeper submission.
And masturbation is an altered state. Yes. It is. Your breathing, the pattern of your blood flow, your musculature all change. The chemical makeup of your mind changes during masturbation. Dopamine and endorphins flood your synapses and open pathways that aren’t open during your normal day-to-day. And I would state even further, open your mind to powerful suggestion. Much like hypnosis. Think of edging as an induction!
If chastity says, “I won’t let you orgasm. Try and stop me.” Then edging and denial says, “We agree I am the power in this relationship and you will deny yourself orgasm because I wish you too. Because I desire your energy focused on me. Because it amuses me. Whatever, the point is you will willing sacrifice your basest male desire but you want to obey. Because you love the feeling of when your dominant taps into your battery of energy and uses you all up!
The carrot? Or the stick… ? Hmmm?
Chastity? Or frustrating edging & denial?
TO EXPAND ON IN THE FUTURE:
More on edging, alternate reality, and Maslow’s peak experiences
In Abraham Maslow’s famous hierarchy of needs, self-actualization is located at the very top of the pyramid, representing the need to fulfill one’s individual potential. According to Maslow, peak experiences play an important role in self-actualization.
Peak experiences are often described as transcendent moments of pure joy and elation. (Like reaching the edge of orgasm) These are moments that stand out from everyday events. The memory of such events is lasting and people often liken them to a spiritual experience. Other experts describe peak experiences in the following ways:
“Peak experiences involve a heightened sense of wonder, awe, or ecstasy.” “…a highly valued experience which is characterized by such intensity of perception, depth of feeling, or sense of profound significance as to cause it to stand out in the subject’s mind, in more or less permanent contrast to the experiences that surround it in time and space.”
Peak experiences bear numerous similarities to the concept known as flow described by positive psychologist Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi. Flow is a state of mind during which people become so involved in an activity that the world seems to fade away and nothing else seems to matter. When in a state of flow, times seems to fly by, the focus becomes sharp and people experience a loss of self-consciousness.
Flow can happen when a person is having a peak experience. Everyday moments such as becoming engrossed in a thrilling book, working on a satisfying project, or enjoying an afternoon game of basketball, (or edging at the command of a beautiful* woman) can all lead to a flow state.
*The woman controlling your sex IS the most beautiful woman in the world to you, trust me!
Idea: The ‘animal’ brain, frustrated in getting the response it has been trained to expect, will try more frequently at first, then look for other avenues of, in this case pleasure, leading to an expansion of erotic zones in the man.
Idea: Denial and religious aspects. Becoming his goddess. Ruling his heaven and his hell.
Idea: It is not a punishment or taking something away, it is a gift and honor – of being controlled and called mine. And it is my helping you remain focused on me so you never disappoint me.
Idea: chastity focuses his attention on his relief and pleasure. Sure he serves you in hopes of ‘getting some’, but with edging and orgasm denial you can brainwash him into you as his pleasure (edging) and not cumming as obedience to you. Obedience = Pleasure.
It was about a mile walk from my apartment block to the city centre. An enjoyable journey through a small, safe park and along wide tree-lined streets. In the day time, when the weather was fair, that was. But it was early December, the sky was clear of cloud cover and the night was more than a little chill. Actually, scratch that. It was fucking freezing. My breath gusted visibly from my mouth, my cheeks and ears were starting to sting, and my fingers to numb.
Still, it would all be worth it when I reached the restaurant where Kathryn was midway through her Friday night date. Why? Because tonight my penis would finally be released from its cage after two whole months of chastity – that’s why!
I had barely made it through my first tortuous Locktober when Kathryn had cruelly and unexpectedly thrust No Nut November on me, laughing at the shocked expression on my face and my pitiful attempts to protest as she prescribed me with yet another month of chastity.
‘It will do you good,’ she had chortled as I had knelt nakedly before her. ‘Besides, you made it through one month. Another month should be easy. Plus, it genuinely does make sex feel better knowing that you’re being deprived. You do want my sex to be as good as it can be, don’t you?’
‘I…uhh…I…of course,’ I had stammered from the floor, a watery fluid leaking from the tip of my cage.
‘Then it’s settled,’ Kathryn had smiled, looking down at me from where she was perched at the edge of her bed.
She had then spread her legs, revealing that she wore no panties beneath her skirt.
‘Now crawl to Momma and make yourself useful, cuck,’ she had demanded. ‘It’s only fair that one of us should get to cum.’
My disappointment at not being released forgotten, I had rushed forwards on my hands and knees and buried my face into Kathryn’s clean, waxed pussy.
That had been more than a month ago now. Thirty-five days to be exact, but other than a swollen-balled, leaky-dicked me who’s counting?
Kathryn had been right. The second month had been easier than the first, but I honestly didn’t think I could have lasted a third. My dick was drooling day and night. I was waking up to sticky sheets most mornings. I was distracted at work, in a constant state of arousal, my achy balls always at the forefront of my mind.
Kathryn’s teasing had been tortuous too. Messaging me pictures of her in sexy lingerie, pre-date. Calling me post-date, waking me at two or three in the morning to speak huskily, drunkenly, down the phone. Telling me about all the things she and her date had just done. Fingering herself to yet another climax before hanging up and leaving me in a desperate, sleepy, lust-filled haze.
It was worse whenever I was summoned to her home. She would strap a dildo to my face and ride the girthy toy forcefully, moaning with pleasure as her pussy juices coated the silicone length and as her feminine scent overwhelmed me. Other times she would have me worship her sex for hours, taking handfuls of my hair and mushing my face roughly against her, slipping and sliding her wet pussy aggressively across my face, using me as her human toy. On other occasions she would plug my ass with a vibrating toy, catching the watery threads of semen which inevitably leaked from my penis on a tablespoon and feeding me in the same way a mother feeds her baby.
‘Open wide…here comes the choo choo!’ she would mock as I was made to consume my own seed.
Then there were the times she would call me over simply to hand me a long list of chores, before heading out to her Mercedes and driving away for…well, who knows what? She didn’t explain herself to me she just told me to ‘be a dear’ or to ‘be a good cuck’ or ‘a doll’ or ‘a darling’ and make sure everything was perfect by the time ‘Momma’ got back.
Worst of all (or maybe best of all, depending on your point of view), was when Kathryn had me knelt naked at the foot of her bed, the vibrating butt plug deep in my ass, whilst she lay spread-legged on the duvet, pleasuring herself with her vibrator and really letting her oh-so-evil imagination run wild.
‘How do you think I should let you cum when I finally release you,’ she said one time, between her moans and sighs as she writhed on the bed.
‘M-maybe you could let me hump your leather boots or leggings again?’ I had ventured hopefully in remembrance of the times she had had me do just that.
Kathryn had laughed.
‘No, I don’t think so. Leather’s too kind. You’ll enjoy it too much. Maybe I’ll get you to fuck a cheese grater instead,’ she had said, shocking me even as she let out a blissful sigh.
‘Or an onion…’
‘I’ll slice one in half and rub the pieces all over your eyes then watch you cry as you fuck another like a fleshlight.’
‘Or maybe I’ll buy a blow-up doll and have you fuck it in front of my friends…’
‘Or even one of my dates.’
‘I’ll have you fuck it in the same position he fucks me. First one to blow has to slurp up their own cum…’
‘How long do you think you’ll last after two months caged?’
‘Have you ever eaten your own cum in front of a hot stud before?’
‘Do you think he would find it funny?’
‘Do you think he would laugh?’
‘Do you think he would want to see you lick his cum from me when he finally filled my cunt with his big sticky load?’
Kathryn had me whimpering and shaking like a leaf, my dick-tip drooling an endless stream of slime as she reeled off the horrific and humiliating things she would like to do to me, all the while moaning and gasping and bringing herself to orgasm with her own sadistic imaginings and the softly buzzing toy.
Most of what she said was too farfetched to believe she would ever have me do, but Kathryn saying it still conjured up the awful imagery of it happening, and it drove me wild just to hear her utter the pleasure-steeped words as she lay there, moaning on her bed. Just to know that Kathryn had such thoughts and fantasises about me scared and aroused me to an insane degree, and had me tossing and turning late at night, my head filled with masochistic ideation, my cock straining painfully against its cage, my fingers eventually plunged deep into my asshole as I sought some kind of relief.
All in all, it had been a difficult two months of chastity, but as the end of November had neared and December loomed inevitably ahead, I had started to feel a swell of pride at my achievement and an increasing excitement at my now imminent release.
I had been expecting some sort of ceremonial uncaging on the first of December, just like we had had planned for the first of November, before Kathryn had changed her mind. However, the first day of advent came and went without any mention of my cage coming off. In fact, I hardly heard from Kathryn at all during the first working week of December.
We don’t live together, of course. And we’re not together per say even though Kathryn calls me her cuck. In truth, although Kathryn is a massive part of my life, I know that I only play a cameo role in hers. Therefore, it wasn’t rare for us to not have contact for a few days at a time. Usually when that happened, I just got on with my life, thinking about Kathryn often, always ready to be at her beck and call, but all in all, managing to get by until she saw fit to get in touch. This time, however, it was torture.
At first, I thought that Kathryn had simply lost track of time and didn’t realise that my chastity period was meant to be over. She was a busy woman with a demanding job and had a private and personal life outside of what we had together after all.
With this in mind I picked up my phone and typed out a tentative and timid reminder, only to delete it again and scold myself for being so stupid.
Of course, Kathryn knew that November was over. Of course, she knew what the date was. She had important meetings with important people every day, she travelled regularly to see clients, her schedule was packed, every day was meaningful and unique. There was simply no way that Kathryn would be able to keep all of her myriad appointments and commitments without knowing the date!
Kathryn knew. Of course, she knew. She was testing me. Toying with me. Torturing me intentionally with her absence and with her silence about me still being caged. The worst thing was, I was powerless to do anything at all about it. I knew that Kathryn would not be rushed, and that if I caved-in and brought up my release from chastity I would be falling into some trap or other (and maybe even find my chastity period increased!).
So, there was nothing I could do but wait. And wait. And wait as the week went on. Wait with nothing on my mind but my aching balls, my imprisoned penis, and the increasing frustration and sense of unfairness I felt at still being caged.
Monday turned to Tuesday, and Tuesday to Wednesday, and then it was Thursday, and then I was leaving the office for the weekend with no word from my keyholder at all. Then, finally, midway through my Friday night takeaway with the Premier League’s early weekend fixture being played out on the box in front of me, I received a series of sudden text messages from Kathryn.
Tonight’s date is SO hot, cuck.
Fuck. I can’t wait to get him in my bed.
WALK TO THE RESTAURANT NOW.
Hurry up.
Momma’s in a good mood.
Gonna unlock you.
I stared at the messages, heart pounding, when another came fizzing in.
Quick bitch, before I change my mind, Kathryn had sent.
On my way! I replied as quickly as I could, leaping to my feet.
I didn’t even take the time to throw my bhuna out. Just dumped the tray onto the kitchen counter, turned off the TV, forced my feet into a pair of scruffy, still-laced sneakers and darted out of the door.
I would have run to the restaurant had Kathryn not specified for me to walk. I didn’t want to risk Kathryn not releasing me just because I hadn’t followed her instructions to the letter. (Incidentally, Kathryn had once asked me to run to the shop to pick up a bottle of Prosecco, and I had found myself over her knees and being severely spanked with an old slipper because I had strolled leisurely to the local newsagent rather than running, as I had been instructed.) So, I walked, but I walked as quickly as humanly possible, feet thundering down against the ground as I sucked the piercingly cold night-air into my lungs, unceremoniously overtaking others in my haste to get to Kathryn.
Outside, I sent, panting, and with a small stitch in my side when I reached the restaurant Kathryn had pinned in her WALK TO THE RESTAURANT NOW message.
It was an upmarket Italian establishment that I had never been to but that I knew was held in high esteem in our town. It was a place for couples, and as I never seemed to be part of a couple, I doubted I would find myself in there any time soon. Unless, of course, Kathryn was to order me inside now for my unlocking…
Surely, she wouldn’t do that though…
Not right in front of her date.
Not right in the middle of the restaurant.
Not in public…
…surely?
I felt a blush rise to my face that had nothing to do with the cold. I suddenly felt self-conscious, loitering outside the expensive restaurant in the jeans and hoody I had been lounging around my flat in, and with my shabby sneakers and messy hair, whilst chatting couples and groups strode by in smart dress shoes and high-heels, pea coats and fashionable faux-fur and leather jackets.
I felt like an imposter in this part of town. Like everybody would know at a glance that I had no business being here. Even if I could afford the prices, nobody would want to accompany me to any of the swanky restaurants or bars in the area.
Luckily, I wasn’t felt in limbo for very long as my phone quickly vibrated as I received another message from Kathryn.
Wait in the alley, bitch, she wrote and I breathed a sigh of relief. I was desperate to be released but probably not desperate enough to pull my pants down in the middle of a crowded, couple-filled restaurant!
I entered the alleyway which separated the Italian and its French bistro neighbor. Rather than lurking right at the entrance, I headed around ten feet inside, trying to make myself less visible from the street. I stopped by a fire exit and leant back against the wall, staring down at my phone in an effort to look busy in case any of the passing restaurant, bar or party-goers glanced my way. I hoped that I’d be taken for an employee on a break, rather than a kinky alley pervert waiting to get his cock uncaged.
There was a pair of big metal dumpsters a little further into the alley that I could have concealed myself behind, but I could already smell food waste and garbage from where I was, and I was pretty certain that Kathryn wouldn’t appreciate having to pass them to get to me. I just had to hope she would unlock me in as discreet a way as possible and that nobody would be passing at the wrong time.
Either way, I couldn’t wait to be out of my cage. Being unceremoniously unlocked in a dirty alleyway before Kathryn rushed back to her hot date, wasn’t exactly what I had been hoping for, but it sure as hell was better than staying locked indefinitely. As soon as I got home, I was going to jerk myself silly fantasizing about Kathryn and a perfect alpha hunk fucking each other’s brains out for sure. Afterwards, I would load up some femdom porn, get myself hard again, and masturbate all night long. All weekend long if I wasn’t interrupted!
To be honest, I couldn’t wait. I needed to feel my balls knotting powerfully beneath me again. I needed to feel hot loads of cum ripping up through my dick and jetting out in manly bursts, instead of the constant emasculating dribbles I had experienced over the past two months. There was still a faint hope that Kathryn might supervise an orgasm out here in the alleyway, an idea that both thrilled and terrified me, but if her date was as hot as she said he was, I doubted that Kathryn would want to be away from him for very long on my account.
Either way, I couldn’t dwell on it any longer because I heard footsteps entering the alley from the street. Heels, clip-clopping towards me.
Finally!
Kathryn.
I only hoped that she wasn’t in one of her more sadistic moods and that she was still feeling generous enough to unlock me!
Covid isolation has given my pet and I a lot of time together to get to know one another even better.
I think we are all aware that guys are not good at sharing their feelings. Especially when it comes to sex.
Course recently that talked about a happy life involved having something you are commited too that’s greater than yourself. He picked dedicating his existence to making my life better. I give his life meaning!
Let’s face it, it’s a male-centric fantasy. Their whole lives revolve around their penises and they expect us to have time for it or even be interested.
Men like to be horny.
While many men will insist that they are only a submissive male because it gets them off sexually this just does not reflect my experience. What seems to happen is that the male’s true nature seems to come out more when the he’s sexually aroused. These men are more easily manipulated, spineless, and just completely docile as long as you keep their penises stimulated.
This is because the male’s false ego is created in his prefrontal cortex. This is where we create thoughts. But below this level is the subconscious. The limbic system, or midbrain. Your feelings. This is where true thoughts come from. A male can create thoughts to suppress his true feelings, but when thinking is interrupted, especially by sexual arousal, the male’s true self comes through.
Don’t be confused. This does not mean that everything a male thinks about when aroused reflects his true desires, but the personality that emerges, if submissive, is always in line with the male’s core self. So stop fighting it drones and follow those feelings. Abstain from needless orgasms that will send you back, ashamed, to your false male ego. Be who you are and allow women to see that person.
Men of a certain age (Okay, older men. There I said it!) are characterized by measurably low testosterone levels. Testosterone is the primary male sex hormone and an anabolic steroid. In human males, testosterone plays a key role in the development of male reproductive tissue such as testes and prostate, as well as promoting secondary sexual characteristics such as increased muscle and bone mass, and the growth of body hair. In addition, testosterone is involved in health and well-being, and the prevention of osteoporosis. Insufficient levels of testosterone in men may lead to abnormalities including frailty and bone loss.
Other clinical symptoms important to us male-owning women, are of a sexual nature. They include loss of libido and potency (decreased desire for sex), fewer spontaneous erections, nervousness, depression, impaired memory, the inability to concentrate, fatigue, insomnia and in some cases, out right erectile dysfunction. (1944, Heller and Myers) All as a result of a gradual drop in testosterone; a steady decline in testosterone levels of about 1% per year can happen and is well documented.
So needless to say, as a male slave owner, I would be remiss if I didn’t care for my slave boy’s health in this way.
Denial of the male orgasm helps boost testosterone levels in men. Any woman who has denied her male for any length of time knows this to be true. They soon become horny, drooling, eager little beasts once the testosterone begins flooding their system with no place to go! But don’t take my word for any of this, check out this article in Men’s Health.
Aside from the health benefits, my pet reports that the orgasms he is finally allowed after a period of prolonged chastity (he was once denied for 9 months!) are incredibly powerful and last much longer. He desires them far more than what he gets from a daily wank. And that makes sense to me – more powerful orgasms and being supercharged with sexual energy for longer periods, gives him a boost. He gets more done, is happier and more useful. Thinking back, I can still remember, years ago when he had that spark, he was drunk on life and a joy to be around. I’ve seen that man re-appearing recently. Looking healthier, happier and less stressed. I hadn’t realized it was due to denying himself orgasms.
Back to the fact that it is a male-centric fantasy that most of us really get nothing out of. After all, it seems to take the attention away from us where it rightfully belongs and reduces us to the drudgery of constant checking for cheating and such. How can we as women, balance his need to be denied (and our desire to improve him through denial) and the whole annoying-ness of it?
Rules – He may not mention his chastity in any way. He may not beg for an orgasm or even hint (Stop with the puppy dog eyes and pout RIGHT now!) that he’d like some relief.
I am a cuckold slave to my beautiful wife Claire, She has a lover James who encourages her to be an evil bitch to me which she loves.
Claire is gorgeous she looks a lot like the actress Lilly James and has a fab figure and legs and feet to drive a man mad.
We both decided that she could cuckold me but I had no idea how far she would go, Or how mean she could be.
James is her stud, She prefers sex with him and keeps me frustrated in a CB6000 most of the time which she loves and teases me without mercy. James knows about me and encourages Claire to be more evil to me.
Claire was working late I had prepared her a steak salad for Dinner and had spent my day off going through a list of cores she had enjoyed setting me. The ironing was done, our on suite had been cleaned until it was spotless. I am not permitted to use it but I have to keep it spotless.
My phone rang ,I was cleaning the oven and didn’t hear it immediately, so answered it at soon as I Heard It .
Claire who was on her mobile in her car had an annoyed tone to her voice, which I both love and dread, as she questioned,
How many rings was that?
I apologised and said,
Im sorry miss Claire I was cleaning the oven I didn’t…
Silence!
she replied, How dare you keep me waiting . That’s just cost you 5 kicks in the balls and another week in chastity.
Claire has made it clear that I have to answer her calls within 3 rings or she will make me suffer.
I had been in chastity for four weeks and was desperate and couldn’t help myself
Please Claire Im begging not another week please
She laughed and said,
Well you shouldn’t have kept me waiting, should you. I’m 5 minutes away adopt the position and my shoes look a bit dusty
I knew that she would make me lick them, I immediately went and knelt down by the house door to wait for her.
Claire knew she was actually 15 minutes away but it amused her to make me wait on my knees, She casually glanced down at her right foot , The 4in Christian laboutin Pigalle heel on her foot was gleaming from my efforts the night before, she grinned to herself as t the thought of kicking my balls in them, She just loved kicking balls . She thought of my waiting on my knees and couldn’t stifle a giggle at keeping me waiting on my knees. She was wearing an above the knee skirt and nude stockings .
15 minutes later my knees were aching as I heard her car, Pull into the drive. Claire strutted in and looked at me on my knees and giggled. She was on the phone to James and said,
Yes hes on his knees waiting for me the loser, she was smiling as they both laughed, Claire looked down at me clicked her fingers and pointed to her shoes.
I immediately started to kiss her shoes, she hissed,
lick
after only a few seconds and I started to lave my tongue along the uppers of her expensive gorgeous shoes.
I head her say to James
Hes liking my heels clean now as we speak,
I couldn’t hear James but Claire giggled
Of course he has to lick the soles, its his job, If he doesn’t do it properly I will add to his kicks in the balls this evening.
Again James spoke then Claire laughed.
He’s getting 5 for keeping me waiting , and im going to really enjoy dishing them out, yes I will film it for you. Ha ha .
Then as I licked away at the leather of her shoes they continued and Claire said,
that’s a good idea.
Claire looked down a,t me and said,
James wants you to deep clean the inside of my shoes with your tongue later
Say thank you too him for the idea,
It was so humiliating as Claire held her phone closer to me and I had to say.
Thank you for your Idea I will lick the inside of Claire s shoes later .
Claire laughed and then said,
He didn’t say it the idiot.
Hand out on the floor.
as I did so she placed the stiletoe heel of her one shoe on the back of my hand and put some weight on it.
She looked at me and said,
Thank him again and say sir at the end
And she again held the phone closer to me and I said.
Thank you for the ideaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah as she cruelly ground her heel into my hand.
Claire laughed ,
Start again you idiot cant you do anything correctly.
I managed to say it all and finished with sir as she tortured my hand with her spike heel.
Then I heard
Ok gorgeous I will talk later.
James was on business in Milan and couldn’t come over so I felt I may get a slightly easier time.
Claire then said
Serve me dinner in 5 minutes Im starving,
I served her dinner and cleared away after wards and she plonked herself down in an easy chair as I cleared up after her.
Claire asked for a glass of chilled Prosecco .
When I returned her skirt had rode up and I could see the lace tops of her Walford, nude sheer hold up stockings She was also dangling one of her heels from her toes giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her stunning leg and foot.
She knew it would be torture for me after 4 weeks in cruel chastity, with her teasing me for fun , but loved to make it worse for me.
I put her wine down and she ordered Lye at my feet
I lay down on my back at her feet, and she let her heel drop off her foot and immediately put her nylon covered toes over my nose. Whilst she eased off the other heel and placed her foot over my mouth as she casually checked her phone.
Her feet had been in her heels all day and I was forced to take in the scent of warm leather and slight feminine perspiration as she curled her nylon covered toes around my nose to make sure I was getting the full treatment.
Slave
she said,
I cant help it. I love it when she refers to me as her slave,
James is stuck at work in Milan for another two weeks , and I don’t intend to wait that long for satisfaction and pleasure.
You will Book me a flight next weekend from Friday to Monday, do I make myself clear,
I nodded as she continued to hold her feet over my nose really enjoying making me sniff her foot. Good , Im going to Phone James and you are going to beg me to have a good time so he can hear , I don’t want him to have any concerns about it, So the begging better be good. If its not I can always review the number of kicks your balls are getting
and she giggled.
Claire phoned James and they talked and she laughed
Yes ,He has agreed to it in fact he is ready to beg me to go, With that she ordered,
Start begging,
I had to beg and plead with her to go to Milan and have a great time as they laughed at me,
I heard her say , yes of course Il make him do it, I don’t care if its torture for him.
James wants you to lick my hot tired nylon feet as you beg just to show how much you want me to go. so you had better get that tongue working on my soles now slave,
I immediately started to lick the nylon sole on her left foot. As she giggled ,
I was using my flattened tongue to lick from heels to toes. Pressing my tongue to the nylon covering her feet.
Claire said To James
I love making him lick my feet after a full day in stockings and heels its so funny , Must be evil for him but Just my slave so who cares ha ha ha
As I licked away Claire asked James what his hotel was like,
There was a pause as he answered and then Claire said,
Hmmm, not grand enough for a weekend of fucking and hard sex. I want luxury, I will make him book a suit at the Bulgari.
James must have said something,
I know its expensive but he has a choice. After I’ve kicked his balls I will tie him to our bed and squeeze his balls . Its his choice.
He books My choice of hotel and gets a few minutes squeezing , or his choice and I will gladly squeeze then for hours . I do love to torture balls and inflicting ball pain Ha ha HA .
Then a pause and
I know im such a bitch arnt I . But you love it, nearly as much as me.
Followed by
Do you want see him cleaning my shoes,
and
Oh yes of course you can honey
I had always dreamt of taking Claire to the Bulgari hotel and she knows it, but here I was, I was having to pay for her and her lover to go instead I felt so degraded and weak.
Claire ordered.
Deep clean time. Get my shoes and start licking the inside now.
I picked up her heel and put my tongue inside and licked along the footbed as hard as I could cleaning up any traces of perspiration as Claire laughed,
omg thats so funny, Is it torture ha ha .
Then
really work that tongue slave,
I have no idea how he can do that either, they must be evil with my feet having been in them all day Ha ha ha , Look at him, such a loser, ha ha and she skyped me licking the inside of her shoe to him and they both laughed.
Ok slave she mocked. Do the other shoe then its Punishment time .
After I had thoroughly licked her shoes she said
Put them back on my feet.
I placed the heels on her gorgeous feet and she giggled.
Mercy appeal if you want.
I begged her for mercy kissing the tops of her feet as they both laughed at me.
After 5 minutes Claire said,
You did beg quite well slave But did you kiss my feet with enough enthusiasm. Hmmm. Let me think about that,
Then
No,
mercy denied loser, Get on your knees with your legs apart.
She laughed, thoroughly enjoying my predicament.
I knelt and she approached me and hovered her foot just off the ground making me wait for it before bang, Kicking my balls hard,
As she let out a peal of laughter
I rolled on to my side as they both laughed She had skyped the whole thing to him
Get back up weakling
She ordered,
Followed by
get back up now, or do you want me to add on an extra five kicks ,?
I really didn’t want that, and pulled myself up.
Claire held her foot near my face and said Kiss it and thank me. Thank the foot that has just kicked you.
So humiliating but I had no choice.
Thank you Highness I groaned
as she laughed.
Your such a loser,
James said something and she laughed,
James thinks I should kick harder so tough luck loser, your going to suffer,
Beg me to do it.
Please miss Claire please kick my balls harder I begged as they laughed at me.
Bang she lashed her right foot out and the polished leather of her Labutins crashed into my unprotected balls
Claire let out another peal of sadistic laughter saying ,
Oh I do love punishing his balls.
Speak later stud
she said into the phone and James was gone,
she then ordered on your Knees Get ready for number three
Bang she kicked me and laughed out loud,
That night she secured me to the bed with old stockings and lay on top of me in her bra, thong . and stockings . Teasing me without pity as my penis fought to break out of its cage.
She was giggling,
Is it torture when I tease you in chastity,
I replied truthfully.
Yes it Is highness
I moaned bringing a giggle from her.
I know its going to be really hard for you going another 7 days in chastity for me but I will reward you and let you cum when I get back,
She rolled off me and lay by me as she said,
If you agree to do this I have some evil little ideas for you to suffer for me whilst im away ,
As she said this she tickled my balls lightly with her gorgeous nylon toes .
She continued
Im not going to forget about you, Im going to work you and torment you, and you know you like me being a bitch to you,
Do you want a bit mean, Very mean or evil mean bitch I wander,
All the time her toes were driving me mad as they tickled my frustrated balls.
Evil mean bitch I moaned,
She giggled,
Say that again, I didn’t quite hear,
I said
Evil mean bitch Mistress.
Good choice, ha ha,
She laughed,
I couldn’t help it and said ,
Are you going to rub it in that you are with James and fucking him.
She smiled a malevolent smile, knowing in my turned on frustrated state I would ask for evil,
Oh im going to really rub it in, taunt you, humiliate you .
I was so turned on and her toes were driving me insane, sending pulses of pleasure from her toes tickling my balls to pure pain as the restrainer bit into my locked away cock.
I couldnt help it and moaned,
Will you, will you, be degrading me Highness,
Degrading you, ha ha you don’t know the meaning of the word yet, But you will, I love degrading you.
Then she whispered into my ear, Im getting horny, Im going to sit on your face, But just to give you something to think about,
Ive ordered a large Dog kennel to be delivered, Guess where im going to make you sleep when Im away slave,
ha ha,
So delicious , me and James in a huge comfy bed whilst you suffer in your kennel, and Im going to enjoy every single second of it,
At this she plonked herself on my face and ordered
Lick slave
I laved away at her pussy slowly to start off with but quicker as she ordered it until she had a long orgasm right on my face,
Superiors get to Orgasm , loser slaves like you have to suffer frustration she purred.
I was still tied to the bed and she phoned James again saying,
Hi Sexy, Im about to ask him which hotel hes going to book, do you want to see it
again I couldn’t hear the reply as she laughed ,
at this she took hold of my unprotected balls in her gorgeous hand and said into my face
Which hotel are you booking ,
At this she slowly squeezed my balls, gradually increasing the pressure making me moan in pain.
Claire skyped James the video of her hand squeezing my balls and her saying,
which Hotel is it then.
Claire was smiling in my face giggling at me .
I had no choice and said
The Bulgari Miss Claire,
She giggled,
Good boy I thought you would come around to my way of thinking ,and released some of the pressure off my tortured balls.
She then said,
You gave in far too easy you weakling, so you get a 10 second hard squeeze penalty for being a baby.
No Please Claire no I begged Please ,
She said
Ok I will ask James,
I heard her say does he deserve a 10 second ball squeeze for being a baby,
Ha. Ha ,ha Il tell him she laughed.
James thinks thirty seconds, and a good hard squeeze loser, so get ready, this is going to hurt
I pleaded but she just laughed and said
Get ready here it comes and slowly tighten her hand on by tortured balls. Balls that had been kicked and squeezed.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I screamed as she slowly counted.
One, Two , Three. Four, deliberately takin her time,
Finishing off with 27, 271/2 , 28 ,28 ½ and so on really enjoying squeezing my tortured balls.
Afterwards Claire said
Right slave im going for a long bath, you have hotels and flights to book
Claire reached down and grabbed my sore balls in her gorgeous hand and said,
Make sure my flight is business class, or else you will suffer and suffer . And just to underline a point . Gave my balls a last good hard squeeze as she laughed out loud
Claire had her bath and went to bed as I booked the hotel and flight for her.
I went upstairs and the on suite was a mess, Towels, discarded stockings and underwear all on the floor .which I had to tidy up without making any noise as if I woke her I would pay for it.
As I went to the main bathroom and went to put the stockings and underwear in the laundry basket there was a note on the basket.
Loser boy , Prewash my stockings and panties in your mouth and take photos as proof,
The Bitch , I thought as I stuffed first her panties and later the feet of her stockings in my mouth to pre wash them.
I thought of Claire relaxing in our big bed as I sucked on the feet of her sweaty stockings taking in the flavours of her perspiration and body.
The hotel and flight booked ,Claire spent most of the rest of the week teasing me mercilessly. I was massaging her serving her and suffering frustration for her fun.
On the Wednesday she announced she wanted to go shopping we went to Bicester and bought underwear and shoes.
I had to buy her Agent Provocateur Leisha white Lingerie and Walford satin touch holdups. And Jimmy Choo lance Patent leather strappy stilleto sandals.
In Agent Provocateur the sales assistant was a gorgeous woman in her thirties and Claire was talking to her about the lingerie she had chosen then turned to me and said,
Do you think he will like it on me, with an evil smile on her face as the sales assistant barely stifled a giggle,
I had to agree he would love it and then she handed me the langery set and said,
Well dont just stand there like a lemon go pay for it all.
I walked towards the till as Claire said to the sales assistant,
You cant get good servants these days and they both laughed,
In the Jimmy Choo shop a beautiful older woman in her mid to late forties helped us but Claire made me help her put them on her feet. She tried on about six pairs before deciding and made me put them on her and take them off her feet. I crouched down at first but she whispered in my ear,
Get on your knees I want her to know your my slave get on your knees.
When she had chosen again Claire said,
Well get on with it Go and pay for them then. And I had to pay . The sales woman went to hand the bag to Claire but she just said,
Hand them to him, he does all my bag carrying . And
Its all he’s good for,,
Much to the sales assistants amusement.
The amused sales assistant then said to me,
Make sure you dont bang them on anything , look after her lovely shoes.
Claire laughed and said,
Dont worry if he doesn’t treat them like fine porcelain Il make him really suffer later, ha ha
The woman also laughed.
I drove Claire home as she messaged pictures of her new items to James.
When we arrived home Claire Sent me out to get some food shopping , lots of things we don’t normally get so it took me a while, when I got home Claire said,
Come and have a look ive got something to show you,
I went with her to the back of the house and there was a dog kennel, It was a medium size one and Claire burst out laughing,
Welcome to your bedroom whilst Im away.
It looks a bit small but James and I don’t want you to be too comfortable,
Comfortable, How could I be comfortable in a dog kennel let alone one I could only just fit in sitting up.
Well get in lets have a look at you in there,
I crawled in and sitting up I could just about fit in.
Claire took a photo of me with her phone and phoned James,
She sent him a picture and laughed,
Oh look he only just fits in.
James laughed and said,
Make him to kiss your feet and thank you,
I heard this and rained kisses on her feet. Thanking her as they laughed.
Claire then continued,
When I get back I want some Gina sandals Ive seen and your getting them for me
I said,
But Ive bought you Lots of shoes already . And the hotel
She laughed,
Its up to you but I could just send this picture of you in your kennel to all your friends, In fact I may just do it for fun.
I immediately started kissing her feet begging and grovelling to her not to
Claire was loving it and said,
Tell me how much you want to suck my Gym socks , beg me
I begged and pleaded with her much to her amusement.
Thursday night I had to pack for her as Claire prepared some food and drink, I thought it was for the journey, Then Claire had an early night , as I checked and re,checked I had packed everything for her.
I got up really early the next day and got everything into the car and Claire got up and showered and changed and I drove her to the airport. Claire sat in the back of the car and I had to Chauffeur her.
At the airport car park Claire unexpectedly hugged me and Kissed me and said,
Im really looking forward to this, You still want the full mean bitch treatment don’t you?
I was very surprised and said,
If that’s what you want, If you will enjoy it I want it,
She giggled,
Good Boy, Now bring my bags and headed for the elevator, Or Lift.
As soon as the lift doors closed whap she slapped my face a stinging blow and ordered,
Get on your knees and kiss my feet and don’t stop until I say so.
The lift went down and stopped as I showered kisses on her bare feet in High heel sandals and just as the doors opened she said,
Get up.
As I got up two Indian business women were stood outside and I could see the smirks on their faces.
I drove home and saw three envelopes on the kitchen worktops all had a day written on them I opened Friday and It said,
Hi small Dick loser, Im ready for some real man tonight,
Read and obey,
In the fridge are your lunches and dinners all labelled up . There is also Porridge for breakfast, Have it with water not milk,
Here are your chores for today
. Also charge the laptop up so I can check up on you tonight.
You are not to eat anything else other than the dinners I have prepared. And your water is in the bottles in the fridge.
You are not to drink any alcohol without my permission and I want you in your Kennel at 9pm and stay until 7am. You are not Permitted to look at your phone other than to check its me when I call you, You also cant,, Read a paper or book whilst in the kennel. Your pillow and sleeping bag are already out there.
In my wardrobe are three pairs of shoes to be licked clean to keep you occupied and some instructions Don’t Tidy the on suite until I say so.
My first task was to clean all the downstairs , To scrub the kitchen floor and then There were 6 pairs of knee boots to be cleaned and polished,
The lawn to be mowed and edged.
I prepared some porridge , I like Porridge with milk but not water as Claire knows very well. And reluctantly ate it
I set about scrubbing floors , Claire loves to inspect my work and can be incredible picky and difficult, so I took my time and put in lots of effort.
I cleaned and polished, scrubbed and worked away.
My phone pinged and Claire had just landed and sent me a picture of herself drinking a white wine, sat in a comfy Business class seat,
Next about an hour later she sent me a picture of her lying looking gorgeous on the big bed in the Bulgari with the message ,
Look what you paid for loser. Ha ha ha
Next I went outside and did the lawn and edging and then cleaned and polished her knee boots to a gleaming shine.
I then Got a picture of James and Claire cuddling up in the hotel dinning room with fabulous food and red wine on the table.
I was hungry so I went to the fridge and got out my evening meal with instructions to micro wave it. I did and was just settling down to eat what looked like mash potato, mushy peas and some sort of meat. As if by magic I got a a Wats app message. It was a film of a grinning Claire
She was mashing potatoes with her nylon feet and laughing saying,
May be a bit salty I was wearing these stockings under my work out gear at the gym earlier, ha ha ha
Next she was chewing some meat and spitting it out onto the plate I was eating from. And spitting into the mushy peas and stirring it in. saying
enjoy loser.
I was so hungry I had no choice and she loved watching me eat her special meal.
I finished my chores and by 9pm I was actually a bit tired. I showered brushed my teeth and made my way out to the kennel . I got in and could only just about fit in sitting up. There was not any room to lye down.
Soon after I got a message on my phone saying start the laptop on skype .
The first thing I saw was Claire and james faces laughing at me in the Kennel , they moved the laptop about there end to show me how luxurious the room they had was.
Claire then taunted. Look at him James in his little Kennel ha ha ha.
Then Claire panned down and I could see she was in the underwear I had paid for she was grinning saying,
Loser do you think I look good, in the things I made you buy for me, Loser, How about my stockings and she showed me her lacy stocking tops and legs ,
I was already trying to get hard in my restrainer as I was so frustrated and being teased,
Then she showed me her feet and I could see her gorgeous feet encased in nylon , Oh my god she looked good.
Have a drool over my sexy feet in nylon weakling ha ha .
Next she laughed,
James really likes my new underwear and she filmed her left hand with the engagement ring, and wedding ring I had bought her and then filmed her hand as she gave him a hand job deliberately showing her rings to humiliate me as they both laughed,
James said,
Doesnt your wife look great and her hand is so so talented. Claire laughed into her Laptop screen and said,
Your not to watch any more tonight, But don’t you dare switch off, I want you to listen as I give him a blow job and we fuck. .
I complied and they both kissed on the screen and laughed at me. James said,
suffer for us boy, .
.
They turned the laptop away from me and all I could hear was the moaning of pleasure and Claire saying,
Oh my god, your so much bigger than my slave husband. And his little pin dick. And oh your so much better in bed, hes useless ha ha
I was so frustrated I was in tears as the restrainer bit in harshly .
I could hear him moaning with pleasure and she was constantly insulting me.
After what seemed like hours she laughed in to laptop saying.
I hope your not sleeping tiny dick. I hope you enjoyed hearing my pleasure your superior . Ha ha and they both laughed.
Have a good nights sleep. But before you do
There are some instructions in your Pillow case to help you sleep
I put my hand in and found a small polythene bag sealed up and a note on it, The note said,
I wore these stockings under my Gym Kit all last week they should be just right for aroma therapy. Take then out.
Then a laughing Claire said.
Put one over your head like an old fashioned bank robber. Now put the foot part of the other one under that stocking , over your nose.
The stockings had a slight vinegar and metallic odour .
Ok loser your to keep them over your nose all night, don’t you dare take them off.
The screen filled with their faces laughing at me.
Lames laughed OMG I bet they smell good ha ha
Of course, Mistress smell, he will love it, but who cares he’s doing it any way.
That night I hardly got a wink of sleep and at 7am 8 in Milan I heard Claire say,
Morning slave, how was your night, mine was fantastic , what a lovely comfy bed ha ha
Now turn on your laptop camera so I can see you.
I turned it on and still had her very sweaty stockings over my nose,
Ha Ha , good to see your still getting the aroma therapy loser.
Then she laughed James had to pop to the office for an hour or two so Im going for a long massage and swim in the pool. But here’s a little video for you I will send it to your phone.
The video Pinged in and Claire was soaking her feet and nylons in a bowl of water. She then put the water from the bowl into bottles and spat in each one, This was my bottled water to drink.
I was aching all over as I made my way into the house. I got a text from Claire saying have a nice shower, cold water only, I want Proof.
The little Bitch.
I had my shower only managing a minute or two under the ice jets of water and used my phone to film it Claire burst out laughing and taunted me. I later had the bland Breakfast,
I opened Saturdays list and saw her orders
Clean The on suite. Your to film yourself licking the shower tray for me, Then text me before you do the toilet.
I scrubbed and cleaned and then text her. She answered almost immediately.
I have left you a little something in the toilet bowl. You have to lick it and film it. If you don’t obey your staying in that cock cage for 6 more months without mercy
I lifted the lid and there were brown Staines all around the pan I could not believe it.
Please Claire no im begging you don’t make me do it im grovelling to you.
Ok She said,
I am being a bit mean you, you don’t have to do it.
I was surprised and relieved and then she laughed,
Another six months in chastity it is then.
I couldn’t do it 6 more months no I was so turned on and frustrated.
I said
Please no I will clean the toilet.
She laughed
I thought you see it my way, NowGet on with it.I want to see it.
I nearly gaged several times as I ran my tongue around the bowl removing the brown Staines as she laughed.
Tell me it tasted good,
I had to say that it tasted great and she laughed,
I will need to make you do it more often then.
Next I had to clean and polish both of their cars , and fully valet the inside,
Claire had left her Gym bag in the boot of her car and there was a little note.
My trainers are inside. Tie one over your nose. And enjoy the smell ha ha .
The gym shoes were evil but I had no choice.
That night I got into the kennel and switched on the laptop. Claire and James were on top of the bed and Claire laughed,
Nice and comfy in there are you. Tonight you get to watch the show. And they both laughed,
Claire was wearing Black Falke Lunelle 8 denier stockings, A black lacy Basque, and looked amazing as she laughed at me and kissed her way down james Stomach and gave him a blow job. She had denied me that pleasure for over 12 months and I was so jealous , but so turned on.
Claire licked his shaft and laughed, See what he gets and you dont loser. And they both laughed.
I had to watch them as the fucked for hours Claire taunting me and deliberately rubbing it in.
Hours later they laughed and said,
Pin dick hope you enjoyed the show .
I eventually fell into a restless sleep until nearly seven and I heard a noise. Omg was that the garden gate , I thought it may have been a burglar or something and listened intently.
Then I heard the stuccato clack of high heels on the paving slabs.
I didn’t know what to do so kept still and quiet.
The steps got closer then I saw a familiar face looking into the kennel
Ha Ha ha it is true she has made you sleep in the kennel that’s so funny.
The face belonged to Ilona a Polish woman from her work, and one of her best friends.
I was so embarrassed I didn’t know what to do.
Ilona was a woman in her early forties. Her husband had died in a car crash 3 years ago . She was about 5ft 6 inches tall. Fair shoulder length hair. With expertly done blonde streaks she had a beautiful high cheek boned delicate face a curvy figure slightly plus size. And gorgeous legs. She was wearing Nude coloured 4 inch stilleto shoes Light tan stockings and a corral Coloured skirt suit. The skirt 4inches above her shapely knee.
Ilona was clearly loving my predicament and laughed,
Well dont just sit there Crawl out here so I can see you.
At this Ilonas phone rang. It was Claire. Unbeknown to me Ilona had text Claire when she opened the gate.
Claire was on speaker as she asked Ilona
Does he look like a pathetic loser.
Ilona was laughing,
Yes like a real idiot loser, OH my god its so funny I cant believe it ,
and the both laughed.
Claire said put him on the phone.
Claire said to me on speaker so ilona could hear.
Well isn’t this a nice little surprise for you loser, ha ha
Now listen to me, Ilona is your total superior today and you are to be her absolute slave for me, She has the same level of authority as me do I make myself clear.
Yes Miss claire I answered.
Good get on your knees and kiss her feet. And don’t stop until she says so,
I knelt in front of Ilona and kissed her nylon feet above her shoes,
Claire said to Ilona so I could hear.
He is your total slave today Ilona, show him no pity or mercy. Make him obey your orders, Have him Pleasure you, do your car your shoes your feet anything you want. Dicpline him foe any mistakes ,slap him kick him and if you have any complaints I will cane his feet when I get back, believe you me he will not want that and they both laughed.
Have a great day. We will be in touch.
Ilona looked like the cat that had got the cream.
Ok slave she said,
Go and cook me bacon and eggs and you can watch me eat it.
The smell of bacon cooking was driving me insane and then watching Ilona eat it savouring every mouth full was torture,
Right eat your Poridge she laughed and I ate the gruel like water based Poridge.
Good , My car needs a good clean, get on with it and I will come out and supervise you,
I pulled her Alfa Romeo Jullieta around to the side of the house and set about cleaning it Ilona with a coffee in her hand came out and sent a text to someone, A few Minutes later Claire phoned,
I heard her say
How is slave ownership.
Ilona replied
I love it hes cleaning my car and Im supervising Its great watching him work hard ha ha .
Claire said,
Dont forget to slap him it motivates him.
Ilona pulled on some gorgeous soft leather Mulberry Leather gloves and ordered me to come over and get on my knees.
She slapped my face hard first with her right then left hand and said,
Work harder your being lazy. Now kiss my feet and get back to work
I bowed down and kissed the tops of her feet and went back to work on her car.
I heard her say ,
OMG I loved slapping his face . I have always wanted to do that , and making him kiss my feet after, amazing. I love it,
Claire laughed,
Slap him as much as you like its good for him.
I worked away and cleaned her car thoroughly inside and out. I got three more slaps for a speck of dirt on one alloy wheel which Ilona loved dishing out.
There was a medium size Holdall in the boot of her car which I was ordered to take inside,
Ilona made me fetch her a coffee and sat on the sofa.
Ok slave get on your knees and take my shoes off. I took her heels off and she laughed
Smell my feet.
I put my nose to the underside of the toes on her left foot and took in the oder of her nylon feet. They actually didnt smell much , mostly warm leather.
Now kiss them slave. Evwey milimeter she order5ed.
I rained kisses down on her nylon feet as she laughed and giggled at me. Next she ordered.
Ok slave you may lick them.
I extended my tongue and licked the soles of her hot feet.
Ilona was loving it and said,
Do they taste good.
I had to reply,
They7 taste wonderfull Mistress Ilona
which made her laugh even more.
Next Ilona rdered,
Stop and lye on the floor
I lay on the carpetted floor and Ilona placed her shoes back on and said,
Im going to teach you where you belong and then put one high heeled foot onto my stomach and put her weight on then brought her other foot up so she was standing on me in her heels.
She burst out laughing and said,
Im going to take a selfie of me stood on you and if you dont do a good job, of being my slave, well all the women at work will be seeing it ha ha .
No Please Ilona dont do that Im begging you I will be a good slave, Please.
Ilona was loving it and said,
thats mistress Ilona to you slave,
Yes mistress Ilona I said as she stepped onto my chest digging her heels in painfully as she did so.
UUPS ive sent it to someone Oh dear.
I was mortified but didnt know until a few seconds later when Claire and James phoned.
Ha ha ha they laughed , Glad your teaching him his place,
Oh, I love this enthused Ilona, so c deliciously cruel.
Why dont you dig your heels into his niples , he loves that laughed Claire.
Oh my god no , that bitch I thought,
Ilona liked that idea and placed her heels directly over my nipples and dug them in
I was moaning in pain very quickly making them all laugh,
Ilona was loving it,
Claire said we are off for some hot sex before I fly home dont go easy on him Ilona he needs discipline.
Ilona was casually adding then easing weight on and off my nipples Torturing me for her pleasure.
After I had really suffered Ilona stepped off me anf lay on the sofa ordering,
Slave get over here and massage my legs,
OMG the evil woman was going to make me massage her nylon legs after weeks in chastity, it was going to be torture,
I took Ilons heels off and started on her gorgeous nylon feet bringing a slight moan of pleasure from her as I needed the nylon soles .
Dont stop loser she moaned or I will slap you silly , do I make myself clear boy,
Yes Mistress Ilon
I replied much to her amusement.
Next Ilona taunted,
I bet your mistress is being fucked right now by your superior as you kneel and serve my feet , like the loser you are, Ha Ha Ha .
Now do my legs , start at the stocking tops slave.
I was so turned on after weeks of frustration, just touching her gorgeous nylon covered legs was driving me mad and she knew it,
I tried hard to stiffle a moan as the restrainer bit into my tortured Penis as It tried desperatly to harden.
Is that your restrainer causing you pain slave,
Asked Ilona with mock concern in her voice,
Yes mistress Ilona
I moaned.
Good , slaves have to suffer for their superiors , dont you dare stop slave,
I massaged her legs and she loved it then she said,
Slave I need tongue service, Your mistress says you have to do it, and you had better do a good job, You had better please me or that photos going to be all over my work next week,
At this she kicked me away and sat up on the sofa, Lifting her skirt up and pulleing down her tiny panties she spread her legs and ordered,
Get that tongue to work now,
I immediately put my head between her nylon thighs and lapped away at her Pussy bringing a hiss of pleasure from her lips,
I lapped away for several minutes then she gripped my head with her nylon thighs and shouted,
Dont you dare stop or I will have you punished sevearly .
Shortly after she came right in my face, holding my head in position with her thighs.
Several minutes passed until she released me and said,
Slave remove my stockings.
I was so turned on as I put my hands on her silky stocking tops and started to shake with frustration.
Whao she salpped my face a stinging blow and said,
Did I give you permission to shake.
I wailed
No mistress Im sorry Mistress I cant help it im so frustrated Mistress
This brought a giggle from her,
You are going to have to make it up to me. Take my stockings off and lick my bare feet. I want you to take your time .
I some how managed to remove her stockings and started to lick the soles of her feet.
Ilona was moaning with pleasure and ordered,
Tell me your my slave and have to do anything I want.
I am your slave Mistress Ilona , have have to do whatever you say.
I replied,
Get your tongue between my toes slave and lick them like you mean it.
She ordered,
I firstly ran my tongue the full width of the ridge between the ball of her foot and her toes and then darted my tongue between her two smallest toes on her right foot. She was almost purring.
After I had thoroughly worshipped her feet she said,
Fetch me your Mistreses Riding crop.
I was worried she was going to whipp me but had to obey her, and handed her the 3ft crop.
She had me kneel in front of her and ordered, Kiss your way up my legs slave,
I slowly kissed my way up to her inner thighs the she ordered
Worship my pussy slave,
My restrainer was nearly breaking as I was so turned on and touched my tongue on her damp pussy.
I was lapping anf lapping at her pussy and even at a very steady Rhythm my tongue began to ache,
Ilona must have noticed and ordered,
Faster slave.
I lapped faster as she raised the crop and delivered a cruel blow to my back.
2 minutes latter she lashed my back again Saying
I said faster slave,
She then lashed me twice more to encourage obedience.
I lapped and lapped and eventually she climaxed in my face again.
She relaxed for a few minutes before saying,
Lye down face up.
I obeyed.
She knelt over mt face facing away from my head and said.
I bet your gorgeous wife is being fucked right now by your superior james, Your only good for slave duties, Now lick my ass slave .
And she lowered her magnificent bottom onto my face,
I lapped away at her but hole which was bringing more moans of pleasure from her
