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I learned from my mistakes, it’s always better to watch and wait. To lean back, the leather holding my wrist to the cross I build into an old chair, leaving my arms spread wide and way from my body. My ankles and legs pulled back and tied to the back legs of the chair, leaving me exposed but for the pillow hiding my better half, a pillow that seemed to dance and move with ever slow dragging finger she placed on my body.
Flexing and stiffening, I made the red silk pillow move to the point there I thought it was going to fall off, but I had no control, the use of my arms and legs were freely given, and along with that was the use of any and everything else. Taking careful breaths as I tried to slow my heart rate, something I learned in the same yoga class where I met this life altering fiend, but with each hot breath she blew on my neck I felt a shiver run down my body, and another pulse was sent through my member.
Slowly leaning back I try to catch her lips with mine, but for my part receive a slap instead of a kiss. The sting is light but I know its meaning, ‘be still or their will be worse to come.’ Leaning back forward I keep my eyes on the bed in front of me, which at the moment was covered from side to side with my collection of perversion.
I was a little older than sixteen when I realized that my interest were outside that of my friends, while they were looking at wild girl videos, I had been tying myself up with my mother’s silk scarves, stealing panties from my older sister’s friends when they would come over for slumber parties, just so I stuff them in my mouth as a gag. A whole other life I hid so that I could keep out of the spot light when I rejoined the normal people I was forced to interact with everyday; but I had evolved not, moving up from stolen panties and silk scarves, to the collection I had amassed before me now.
Starting from left to right were my restraints, leather cuffs like the ones I have holding me in my sitting cross position, to duct tape, to bondage tape, industrial pack wrap for mummifications, to a straight jacket for those crazy nights. Silk ropes and bailer’s twin, each coiled up neatly and ready for use, to leather belts I had modified to work in conjunction to the whipping post I have built in the basement.
In the center of the bed sat my sensory deprivation toys, leather, latex, and my favorite, spanx hoods were folded and stacked on the bedspread, my overly indulgent collection of gags framing them in. Several different gages of ball and open mouth gags, some with full head harness, other with attached nipple clamps, but my personal favorite was the spider gag, less than a week old and only ever used when I was alone. It’s metal O-ring with its four legs spreading out of its circumference gives it both a menacing and intoxicating aura.
Last but not lease, on the right side of the bed sat my instructional tools; nipple clamps and close pins, to whips, floggers, paddles, crops. To candles and weights for added discomfort, to a simple ice tray wrapped in a towel.
The bite of twenty strips of knotted leather brought me back to where I am, as my tormentor flicked her wrist and brought her cat o nine tails down over my shoulders, trying to refocused me. The sting had the desired effect, my body was back into the game and I knew from how fast the pillow was thrown from my lap, that my friend liked it too as he throbbed and flexed in the cold air.
"Ah." I gasped as, with another flick of her wrist, my other shoulder was reminded of who was in charge. "Sorry Mistress." I said automatically, a phrase that in and of itself causes me pleasure to be able to say aloud.
Although I still could not see her, I knew that was a smile dancing over her tight red lips as she spoke.
"No you’re not," she said, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves, "but you will be." She finished, bringing the leather cords down over my shoulder so that they impact my chest, first on the left and then on the right, leaving not time to recover from the first blow before she landed the second.
"AH!" I moaned louder as my cock flexed harder, a hot, white trickle of precum dripping from its head and down its shaft. "I’m sorry Mistress." I said through clenched teeth as graced me with two more strikes, one on either side.
No sooner had the whipping stopped than I felt the chair pull back, panic raised through me as my body was lowered backwards, the chair’s backrest now laying flat against the cold hardwood floor, my legs still pulled apart but now raised above my head. My penis still flexing as it works some of my precum free, and with gravities help, splashes it down on my face. I try to dodge the next drop, but I feel hands on my face forcing me to sit under my own dripping cock. I look up, locking on to the storm gray eyes of my partner, her curly, deep brown hair dangling above me, its two pink strips framing in her heart shaped face, and her petite noise. Her lips awash with red from the lipstick forced me to watch her put on. Her check were flushed, a mix of enjoyment and embracement of enjoying her new role; she hadn’t been holding that whip long, but she wielded it like a dominatrix, and the whole idea of it made her drunk. I suppressed a smile, knowing that it would only lead to a harder lashing, instead I looked away. It is not my place to meet the eyes of my Mistress; a lesson I learned in a past relationship. Instead I looked at her feet, their nails clean of any polish, and smelling like honey and vanilla. Turning my head, another drop of cum splashing on my cheek, I start kissing the big toe. Slowly working from it to her foot, before licking and sucking on as many toes as I could fix in my mouth; before long I was performing a full on fellatio on her toes, taking as many as I could, as deep as I could. Drool flooded my cheeks, and streamed from my mouth as I continued to suck off her foot. My mouth full, jaw acing, and my cheeks puffed out and red as I sucked that foot, pulling out to lick town its length like it was a cock, before kissing it and putting it back into my stretched and sore mouth. Bobbing up and down as if I was born for nothing more than to use my mouth on others; and after what felt like a life time of jaw busting fellatios, she pulled her foot out of my mouth. I look up into a set of storm clouds, a smile pulled tight across her hotrod red lips. "Well aren’t you a hungry little whore?" she asked pulling back and taking her soaked foot and running it through the hair on my chest. I couldn’t help but feel in aw, like I always am when I get to take her as she towers above me. Michelle is a tinny woman, five feet if she reaches, bur from the second she touches that whip she grows ten feet, and I am nothing but an any. The way her curves flow cause my body to betray me at the most inappropriate moments. Kids birthday parties, wakes, funerals, it doesn’t matter, all I need to do is look at her and my body reacts. "Do you like sucking you Mistress’s feet like a cock?" she asked, her voice shaking from the terror of speaking those words. My own voice is shaking now, afraid of how she said the word cock, but I swallowed the build up of saliva in my mouth and answered. "Yes Mistress, your whore loves to suck your feet." And I feared that I said the wrong thing until I noticed her smile widened over her face, reviling her white teeth and a tint of lipstick on one of her teeth; I watched with anticipation as she rolled her shoulders and pushed out her breast. Tonight she wanted to stay away from dark colors, and decided to go with a pink and black teddy, that was little more than a hot pink bra with a shear cape that wrapped around her torso with a slit down the middle. This allowed her to show her creamy stomach, and the scars over her belly button from where she tried piercing it herself as a kid.
"Well im happy to hear that my little pet," she said bring one of her arms out to balance herself as she lifts her other foot and places it over my mouth, wiggling her toes past my lips, teeth, and gums, until it comes to rest on my tongue. "Because my other foot is feeling left out."
I nod and slowly start bobbing up an down on the fresh meat forces into me.
"Suck it like a cock not a pacifier." She commanded, as more leather met flesh as her whip racked down my thigh, my own cum still dripping down onto my body as I suck hard, long and deeply on my mistress foot the why I like to have my own cock sucked.
For the next twenty minutes the only sounds that could be heard was that of my head bobbing up and down, and with each down hitting the floor, my sloppy sucking, the drool and precum dripping from my body, my laboured breathing and the soft sighs as I dragged my tongue along the length of my mistress foot.
Finally the abuse to my mouth, jaw, and dignity were stopped as my fake cock was slowly pulled from my mouth and rubbed over my face and chest; but my mouth didn't get to stop.
Before I could take more than two breaths, and blink the tears from my eyes, my head was lifted and my noise pinched, forcing me to keep my mouth open for air. Pink fabric clade breast covered my eyes and faces as a bulb was forced passed my teeth and tightened into place.
I coughed as my breath was cut short, and quickly started breathing from my noise again when the hands, breast, and cloth were taken away from my face, allowing me to look at my new attachment for the first time.
My tongue had already known which gag it was, I'd forced it on myself so many times before that it was an old friend, but this was the fist time that Michelle had ever put it on me.
Protruding from my mouth was 8 inches of black rubber cock; and as I looked up I watched as my mistress pulled her black and pink, soaked and dripping, panties to the side and slowly, inch my inch, swallowed up the phallus with her glinting pussy.
I bit down on the ball end in my mouth as I watched her legs flex as she slide up an inch, before moving back down to its base. A soft moan escaping her lips as she continued to bounce. Within seconds she had a rhythm down as soon was fucking my face, her excrements running over my face and eyes.
My body went stiff, and although all I could see was my Mistress's pussy and amazing ass, I knew she was smiling as she bounced in front of my cock as it fought to take its place within her.
A battle she gladly gave into as she took it into her mouth and slowly licked the cum from its shaft, as she was now bobbing her head in time with her thrust. My cock filling her mouth, squirting bits of precum it had stored in the chamber, as my penis gagged mouth fucked her, my head matching her moves so that she could feel me working for the pleasure of her mouth on my dick.
A way of euphoria flew through me, as my legs went stiff in their bonds, and my arms flexed. I was cuming, and their was no way, what with my mouth gagged, to warm my Mistress of the influx of my soldiers.
I moaned into my gag, and tried to turn my head, but Michelle had already guessed at what was happening, and just as my body released its poison, she removed took my dick from her mouth, and stood up, a fierce suction sound seemed to ring in my ears as the black didlo was pulled free from its hiding place. But i didn't have time to think of anything, as my hot cum was pouring from my convulsing cock all over my chest, continuously dripping once the first flood had be released.
I moved my head so as to see the full extend of my humiliation, my cum was plastered to my chest, running down my shoulders, and neck, several pools now dotted my stomach, as well as my chin. Leaving me helpless to do anything but moan at my own excitement and disgust at how much of a cum whore i really was.
It wasn't until a drop of spit landed on my face from behind me, did I remember that my Mistress was still be hind me.
"Mhmmm!" i moaned at her, hoping to be let free so i could clean up before it dried into my hair.
I watched disappointed and impressed as she shock her head and held up her Hitachi Magic wand. "You were a bad boy and cumed before me. So you get to sit their and listen to me make a mess on the bed fore you to clean up once im done. So for now, you just sit here like a good slave and wait for your Mistress to finish."
"MMMM!!!!!" i moan in protest, protest that was rewarded by ten more cracks over the thighs and legs, before left tied to a modified chair on the floor of my bedroom, listening to my Girlfriend turned Mistress scream and shout as she squirted and cumed all over my bed and blankets.
'God i love Wednesdays.' I though to myself, as her moans worked up my friend to full alertness, the drool from being gagged streaming down the sides of my face, my arms and legs tied so that i could not get free on my own.
Fancyfern
I learned from my mistakes, it’s always better to watch and wait. To lean back, the leather holding my wrist to the cross I build into an old chair, leaving my arms spread wide and way from my body. My ankles and legs pulled back and tied to the back legs of the chair, leaving me exposed but for the pillow hiding my better half, a pillow that seemed to dance and move with ever slow dragging finger she placed on my body.
Flexing and stiffening, I made the red silk pillow move to the point there I thought it was going to fall off, but I had no control, the use of my arms and legs were freely given, and along with that was the use of any and everything else. Taking careful breaths as I tried to slow my heart rate, something I learned in the same yoga class where I met this life altering fiend, but with each hot breath she blew on my neck I felt a shiver run down my body, and another pulse was sent through my member.
Slowly leaning back I try to catch her lips with mine, but for my part receive a slap instead of a kiss. The sting is light but I know its meaning, ‘be still or their will be worse to come.’ Leaning back forward I keep my eyes on the bed in front of me, which at the moment was covered from side to side with my collection of perversion.
I was a little older than sixteen when I realized that my interest were outside that of my friends, while they were looking at wild girl videos, I had been tying myself up with my mother’s silk scarves, stealing panties from my older sister’s friends when they would come over for slumber parties, just so I stuff them in my mouth as a gag. A whole other life I hid so that I could keep out of the spot light when I rejoined the normal people I was forced to interact with everyday; but I had evolved not, moving up from stolen panties and silk scarves, to the collection I had amassed before me now.
Starting from left to right were my restraints, leather cuffs like the ones I have holding me in my sitting cross position, to duct tape, to bondage tape, industrial pack wrap for mummifications, to a straight jacket for those crazy nights. Silk ropes and bailer’s twin, each coiled up neatly and ready for use, to leather belts I had modified to work in conjunction to the whipping post I have built in the basement.
In the center of the bed sat my sensory deprivation toys, leather, latex, and my favorite, spanx hoods were folded and stacked on the bedspread, my overly indulgent collection of gags framing them in. Several different gages of ball and open mouth gags, some with full head harness, other with attached nipple clamps, but my personal favorite was the spider gag, less than a week old and only ever used when I was alone. It’s metal O-ring with its four legs spreading out of its circumference gives it both a menacing and intoxicating aura.
Last but not lease, on the right side of the bed sat my instructional tools; nipple clamps and close pins, to whips, floggers, paddles, crops. To candles and weights for added discomfort, to a simple ice tray wrapped in a towel.
The bite of twenty strips of knotted leather brought me back to where I am, as my tormentor flicked her wrist and brought her cat o nine tails down over my shoulders, trying to refocused me. The sting had the desired effect, my body was back into the game and I knew from how fast the pillow was thrown from my lap, that my friend liked it too as he throbbed and flexed in the cold air.
"Ah." I gasped as, with another flick of her wrist, my other shoulder was reminded of who was in charge. "Sorry Mistress." I said automatically, a phrase that in and of itself causes me pleasure to be able to say aloud.
Although I still could not see her, I knew that was a smile dancing over her tight red lips as she spoke.
"No you’re not," she said, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves, "but you will be." She finished, bringing the leather cords down over my shoulder so that they impact my chest, first on the left and then on the right, leaving not time to recover from the first blow before she landed the second.
"AH!" I moaned louder as my cock flexed harder, a hot, white trickle of precum dripping from its head and down its shaft. "I’m sorry Mistress." I said through clenched teeth as graced me with two more strikes, one on either side.
No sooner had the whipping stopped than I felt the chair pull back, panic raised through me as my body was lowered backwards, the chair’s backrest now laying flat against the cold hardwood floor, my legs still pulled apart but now raised above my head. My penis still flexing as it works some of my precum free, and with gravities help, splashes it down on my face. I try to dodge the next drop, but I feel hands on my face forcing me to sit under my own dripping cock. I look up, locking on to the storm gray eyes of my partner, her curly, deep brown hair dangling above me, its two pink strips framing in her heart shaped face, and her petite noise. Her lips awash with red from the lipstick forced me to watch her put on. Her check were flushed, a mix of enjoyment and embracement of enjoying her new role; she hadn’t been holding that whip long, but she wielded it like a dominatrix, and the whole idea of it made her drunk. I suppressed a smile, knowing that it would only lead to a harder lashing, instead I looked away. It is not my place to meet the eyes of my Mistress; a lesson I learned in a past relationship. Instead I looked at her feet, their nails clean of any polish, and smelling like honey and vanilla. Turning my head, another drop of cum splashing on my cheek, I start kissing the big toe. Slowly working from it to her foot, before licking and sucking on as many toes as I could fix in my mouth; before long I was performing a full on fellatio on her toes, taking as many as I could, as deep as I could. Drool flooded my cheeks, and streamed from my mouth as I continued to suck off her foot. My mouth full, jaw acing, and my cheeks puffed out and red as I sucked that foot, pulling out to lick town its length like it was a cock, before kissing it and putting it back into my stretched and sore mouth. Bobbing up and down as if I was born for nothing more than to use my mouth on others; and after what felt like a life time of jaw busting fellatios, she pulled her foot out of my mouth. I look up into a set of storm clouds, a smile pulled tight across her hotrod red lips. "Well aren’t you a hungry little whore?" she asked pulling back and taking her soaked foot and running it through the hair on my chest. I couldn’t help but feel in aw, like I always am when I get to take her as she towers above me. Michelle is a tinny woman, five feet if she reaches, bur from the second she touches that whip she grows ten feet, and I am nothing but an any. The way her curves flow cause my body to betray me at the most inappropriate moments. Kids birthday parties, wakes, funerals, it doesn’t matter, all I need to do is look at her and my body reacts. "Do you like sucking you Mistress’s feet like a cock?" she asked, her voice shaking from the terror of speaking those words. My own voice is shaking now, afraid of how she said the word cock, but I swallowed the build up of saliva in my mouth and answered. "Yes Mistress, your whore loves to suck your feet." And I feared that I said the wrong thing until I noticed her smile widened over her face, reviling her white teeth and a tint of lipstick on one of her teeth; I watched with anticipation as she rolled her shoulders and pushed out her breast. Tonight she wanted to stay away from dark colors, and decided to go with a pink and black teddy, that was little more than a hot pink bra with a shear cape that wrapped around her torso with a slit down the middle. This allowed her to show her creamy stomach, and the scars over her belly button from where she tried piercing it herself as a kid.
"Well im happy to hear that my little pet," she said bring one of her arms out to balance herself as she lifts her other foot and places it over my mouth, wiggling her toes past my lips, teeth, and gums, until it comes to rest on my tongue. "Because my other foot is feeling left out."
I nod and slowly start bobbing up an down on the fresh meat forces into me.
"Suck it like a cock not a pacifier." She commanded, as more leather met flesh as her whip racked down my thigh, my own cum still dripping down onto my body as I suck hard, long and deeply on my mistress foot the why I like to have my own cock sucked.
For the next twenty minutes the only sounds that could be heard was that of my head bobbing up and down, and with each down hitting the floor, my sloppy sucking, the drool and precum dripping from my body, my laboured breathing and the soft sighs as I dragged my tongue along the length of my mistress foot.
Finally the abuse to my mouth, jaw, and dignity were stopped as my fake cock was slowly pulled from my mouth and rubbed over my face and chest; but my mouth didn't get to stop.
Before I could take more than two breaths, and blink the tears from my eyes, my head was lifted and my noise pinched, forcing me to keep my mouth open for air. Pink fabric clade breast covered my eyes and faces as a bulb was forced passed my teeth and tightened into place.
I coughed as my breath was cut short, and quickly started breathing from my noise again when the hands, breast, and cloth were taken away from my face, allowing me to look at my new attachment for the first time.
My tongue had already known which gag it was, I'd forced it on myself so many times before that it was an old friend, but this was the fist time that Michelle had ever put it on me.
Protruding from my mouth was 8 inches of black rubber cock; and as I looked up I watched as my mistress pulled her black and pink, soaked and dripping, panties to the side and slowly, inch my inch, swallowed up the phallus with her glinting pussy.
I bit down on the ball end in my mouth as I watched her legs flex as she slide up an inch, before moving back down to its base. A soft moan escaping her lips as she continued to bounce. Within seconds she had a rhythm down as soon was fucking my face, her excrements running over my face and eyes.
My body went stiff, and although all I could see was my Mistress's pussy and amazing ass, I knew she was smiling as she bounced in front of my cock as it fought to take its place within her.
A battle she gladly gave into as she took it into her mouth and slowly licked the cum from its shaft, as she was now bobbing her head in time with her thrust. My cock filling her mouth, squirting bits of precum it had stored in the chamber, as my penis gagged mouth fucked her, my head matching her moves so that she could feel me working for the pleasure of her mouth on my dick.
A way of euphoria flew through me, as my legs went stiff in their bonds, and my arms flexed. I was cuming, and their was no way, what with my mouth gagged, to warm my Mistress of the influx of my soldiers.
I moaned into my gag, and tried to turn my head, but Michelle had already guessed at what was happening, and just as my body released its poison, she removed took my dick from her mouth, and stood up, a fierce suction sound seemed to ring in my ears as the black didlo was pulled free from its hiding place. But i didn't have time to think of anything, as my hot cum was pouring from my convulsing cock all over my chest, continuously dripping once the first flood had be released.
I moved my head so as to see the full extend of my humiliation, my cum was plastered to my chest, running down my shoulders, and neck, several pools now dotted my stomach, as well as my chin. Leaving me helpless to do anything but moan at my own excitement and disgust at how much of a cum whore i really was.
It wasn't until a drop of spit landed on my face from behind me, did I remember that my Mistress was still be hind me.
"Mhmmm!" i moaned at her, hoping to be let free so i could clean up before it dried into my hair.
I watched disappointed and impressed as she shock her head and held up her Hitachi Magic wand. "You were a bad boy and cumed before me. So you get to sit their and listen to me make a mess on the bed fore you to clean up once im done. So for now, you just sit here like a good slave and wait for your Mistress to finish."
"MMMM!!!!!" i moan in protest, protest that was rewarded by ten more cracks over the thighs and legs, before left tied to a modified chair on the floor of my bedroom, listening to my Girlfriend turned Mistress scream and shout as she squirted and cumed all over my bed and blankets.
'God i love Wednesdays.' I though to myself, as her moans worked up my friend to full alertness, the drool from being gagged streaming down the sides of my face, my arms and legs tied so that i could not get free on my own.
Fancyfern
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