Mistress
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Last night my Mistress and I hit new heights (lows?) of debauchery.
The evening started simply enough with dinner, after which my Mistress asked me to fetch my collar and leash. I was told to get naked, and she put the collar on me. It was a little tight: not uncomfortably so, but just enough that if she pulled on the leash, the collar choked me and made my head swim. My Mistress sat cross-legged on the couch. She forced me to my knees and had me worship her boots, kissing them from bottom to top, as she yanked on the leash to guide me.
"Go and get your muzzle," she said, referring to my CB6000 male chastity device. "Put it on quickly and get back here. Quickly!" She unhooked my leash.
I walked swiftly to the bedroom and retrieved my muzzle. It had been a while since I’d last put it on, so I fumbled a bit with the parts before finally slipping the lock into place and locking it. Wearing my muzzle, a tangible symbol of my submission is, like my submission, both terrifying and comforting.
I returned to the living room. My Mistress looked at her phone I realized that she had been timing me with a stopwatch function.
"That took … two minutes," she said in a tone that dripped with disdain. "Is that what you call ‘quick?’"
"No, Ma’am."
She slapped me. ”Next time, when I say quick, I mean quick! Do you understand?” She took me by the collar.
"Yes Ma’am." More slapping followed, then she asked:
"Are you a pretty doggy?"
"Yes, Ma’am," I said. She produced a stick of dark lipstick from her purse and began to smear it on my lips. "Yeah you are," she purred. "You’re a pretty fucking doggy!" She slapped my face a few times, making me wince.
My Mistress then trained me to crawl on the leash, always staying by her side or a bit behind her; never going ahead or falling too far behind. When we neared the bathroom, she had me stand so I could look at myself in the mirror. I looked incredibly silly with the dark lipstick, looking very feminine, on my lightly-bearded face. It was the first time she has done anything close to feminizing me, and it took me far outside my comfort zone.
I was led, crawling, back to the living room. On the way, she had me collect a butt plug and lube. When we got to the couch, she had me put these items on the coffee table and then commanded that I sit on the couch.
My Mistress climbed up onto my lap, hiking her skirt up so that her pussy was rubbing on my muzzled cock. She writhed and rubbed against it, throwing her head back and laughing. ”You know,” she said, “if you were a strong guy with a big dick, you’d be fucking me right now. Instead, here you are, your cock locked up, wearing lipstick like a slut. Don’t you wish your cock was in me?” I imagined times she might have been with guys bigger and stronger than me and the jealousy ate me up.
"Yes, Ma’am," I said, my mind crazy with desire. I instinctively wanted to thrust with my hips, but I knew this was pointless and would probably get me in trouble to boot.
After teasing me mercilessly with the pussy I couldn’t have, my Mistress ordered me onto my hands and knees on the floor. She lubed my ass and violated me with a long butt plug. It felt amazing, but was humiliating at the same time. In this compromising position, she took several pictures of me. Then, she had me stand while she looped my leash around a door handle, from which spot I watched as she donned her strap-on. She took my leash and led me to the bedroom for an ass-fucking, shoving me along as I walked.
In the bedroom, my Mistress sat on the edge of the bed and forced me to suck her strap-on. ”Do you want me to fuck your ass?” she asked.
"Yes, Ma’am."
She had me stand at the edge of the bed and bend over. She removed the butt plug from me and shoved her strap-on into me.
"Is this what you wanted?" she asked.
"Yes, Ma’am," I moaned like a whore. With that, my Mistress began to pound me, occasionally slapping my ass. My Mistress is amazing with her strap-on. She thrusts deep and hard with a rhythm that would make you think she’s been fucking guys’ asses into submission all her life.
"Do you know what’s going to happen now?" she asked in her most taunting tone.
"You’re going to take me to the bathroom and flush my head in the toilet," I answered. It was something that had come up during the previous week, and I had been warned that this was coming tonight. She had made sure I did an extremely thorough cleaning of the toilet in the days prior.
"That’s right," she said, slapping my ass.
She pulled out and ordered me onto my knees. She pushed me along into the bathroom, stopping me by the toilet, and squatted behind me so she could continue to fuck my ass. My heart was pounding in my ears with apprehension and arousal about what was coming.
"Now," she said, "I’m going to flush your head in the toilet and then fuck you some more, so you can think about what just happened as the water drips off your face." She pulled out and stood over me, pushing my head down into the toilet until my face was completely submerged in the icy toilet water. I heard the toilet flush and the water began to swirl around my face. I struggled to breathe and to keep the water out of my nose and mouth, my mind spinning from the fear and eroticism of it all. It was the dirtiest thing I had ever had done to me. The water dipped low, letting me catch a quick breath, before fresh water flooded back in, engulfing my face again.
My Mistress pulled grabbed my hair and pulled my head out. She stood over me.
"What just happened?" she asked.
"You just flushed my head in the toilet, Ma’am," I said meekly as water dripped from me.
My Mistress squatted behind me and started to fuck my ass again. My head dangled in the toilet, my face just an inch above that cold, degrading water, as my Mistress powerful legs drove her cock into me from behind. A barrage of insults floated to my ears as her body slammed into mine over and over. I felt utterly humiliated.
My Mistress pulled out. She told me to wash thoroughly, then helped me dry off. ”I’m not done fucking that ass yet,” she warned me. She came in for a kiss, but stopped. ”I’m not kissing that disgusting toilet face,” she sneered.
Back in the bedroom, I was caused to lay on my back on the bed. My Mistress mounted me, missionary style, and fucked me hard and fast, holding my legs wide open and pushed back over me like a dorm room slut. She told me to recount what had taken place in the bathroom.
"You flushed my head in the toilet and fucked my ass," I panted, hardly believing my own words as I spoke them. Her strap-on felt amazing in me.
My Mistress laughed. ”And now I want you to cum,” she said. My cock was still locked up, but several times now she has made me cum from anal penetration alone. It’s an intense feeling and also a confusing one. I still equate orgasm from penetration with female sexuality. It’s quite a head trip as a man to cum that way.
In mere minutes, I felt the unnatural orgasm growing within me. My Mistress increased the tempo of her thrusting and soon I was crying out, my legs shaking. ”Yesss,” my Mistress growled triumphantly, her hand around my throat. ”Yesss.”
"Should I unlock you?" she asked after pulling out.
"Yes, Ma’am."
"Why should I unlock you?"
I recounted to her the story I’d written for her that week, as well as obeying her commands regarding masturbating during the week.
"And," she added, "you’ve done a good job tonight, haven’t you?"
"Yes, Ma’am, I’ve tried."
She unlocked my muzzle and had me stand. She removed her strap-on.
"Play with your cock until you’re hard," she ordered. I did as told. Once I was hard she told me, "Put on a condom." Again, I did as instructed. "Lay down on the bed."
I laid down, my cock hard and anxious.
"You don’t think I’m going to let you fuck me just like that?" she asked. My heart sank. Instead, she climbed onto my face and proceeded to smother me with her pussy, which I worshiped with my tongue and lips until lack of breath made it impossible to continue. She gave me a quick breath of air, and then sat back down on my face. Once she felt I had done a thorough job, she slid down my body so that my arms were pinned by my sides between her muscular thighs. She slid her pussy down over my cock, causing pleasure and relief to shoot through my body.
My Mistress rode me like that, my arms trapped, and I became lost in my own pleasure. She finally freed my arms so that I could play with her breasts, and in this manner a powerful orgasm finally overtook her, causing her to cry out and shake. Her pussy spasmed around my swollen cock.
She climbed off me and had me move so she could lay down.
"I’m sick of doing all the work," she sad. I climbed between her legs and took hold of her body so I could fuck her. I must have seemed somewhat aggressive because she warned me, "Don’t go forgetting your place!"
"No, Ma’am," I said. "I just want to do a good job."
"Yeah," she said with no small amount of mockery," I"d like that, too."
I fucked my mistress with all my heart. It was a sweet reward for a night full of difficult trials. ”Ask me for permission before you cum,” she ordered. Within a couple of minutes I was asking.
"Please, Mistress, may I cum?" I begged.
"Yes," she said.
Orgasm swept over me, releasing all of the night’s fear, frustration, and apprehension. I collapsed on top of her, my cock pulsating with pleasure inside of her. ”Thank you, Ma’am,” I gasped. ”Thank you.”
The evening started simply enough with dinner, after which my Mistress asked me to fetch my collar and leash. I was told to get naked, and she put the collar on me. It was a little tight: not uncomfortably so, but just enough that if she pulled on the leash, the collar choked me and made my head swim. My Mistress sat cross-legged on the couch. She forced me to my knees and had me worship her boots, kissing them from bottom to top, as she yanked on the leash to guide me.
"Go and get your muzzle," she said, referring to my CB6000 male chastity device. "Put it on quickly and get back here. Quickly!" She unhooked my leash.
I walked swiftly to the bedroom and retrieved my muzzle. It had been a while since I’d last put it on, so I fumbled a bit with the parts before finally slipping the lock into place and locking it. Wearing my muzzle, a tangible symbol of my submission is, like my submission, both terrifying and comforting.
I returned to the living room. My Mistress looked at her phone I realized that she had been timing me with a stopwatch function.
"That took … two minutes," she said in a tone that dripped with disdain. "Is that what you call ‘quick?’"
"No, Ma’am."
She slapped me. ”Next time, when I say quick, I mean quick! Do you understand?” She took me by the collar.
"Yes Ma’am." More slapping followed, then she asked:
"Are you a pretty doggy?"
"Yes, Ma’am," I said. She produced a stick of dark lipstick from her purse and began to smear it on my lips. "Yeah you are," she purred. "You’re a pretty fucking doggy!" She slapped my face a few times, making me wince.
My Mistress then trained me to crawl on the leash, always staying by her side or a bit behind her; never going ahead or falling too far behind. When we neared the bathroom, she had me stand so I could look at myself in the mirror. I looked incredibly silly with the dark lipstick, looking very feminine, on my lightly-bearded face. It was the first time she has done anything close to feminizing me, and it took me far outside my comfort zone.
I was led, crawling, back to the living room. On the way, she had me collect a butt plug and lube. When we got to the couch, she had me put these items on the coffee table and then commanded that I sit on the couch.
My Mistress climbed up onto my lap, hiking her skirt up so that her pussy was rubbing on my muzzled cock. She writhed and rubbed against it, throwing her head back and laughing. ”You know,” she said, “if you were a strong guy with a big dick, you’d be fucking me right now. Instead, here you are, your cock locked up, wearing lipstick like a slut. Don’t you wish your cock was in me?” I imagined times she might have been with guys bigger and stronger than me and the jealousy ate me up.
"Yes, Ma’am," I said, my mind crazy with desire. I instinctively wanted to thrust with my hips, but I knew this was pointless and would probably get me in trouble to boot.
After teasing me mercilessly with the pussy I couldn’t have, my Mistress ordered me onto my hands and knees on the floor. She lubed my ass and violated me with a long butt plug. It felt amazing, but was humiliating at the same time. In this compromising position, she took several pictures of me. Then, she had me stand while she looped my leash around a door handle, from which spot I watched as she donned her strap-on. She took my leash and led me to the bedroom for an ass-fucking, shoving me along as I walked.
In the bedroom, my Mistress sat on the edge of the bed and forced me to suck her strap-on. ”Do you want me to fuck your ass?” she asked.
"Yes, Ma’am."
She had me stand at the edge of the bed and bend over. She removed the butt plug from me and shoved her strap-on into me.
"Is this what you wanted?" she asked.
"Yes, Ma’am," I moaned like a whore. With that, my Mistress began to pound me, occasionally slapping my ass. My Mistress is amazing with her strap-on. She thrusts deep and hard with a rhythm that would make you think she’s been fucking guys’ asses into submission all her life.
"Do you know what’s going to happen now?" she asked in her most taunting tone.
"You’re going to take me to the bathroom and flush my head in the toilet," I answered. It was something that had come up during the previous week, and I had been warned that this was coming tonight. She had made sure I did an extremely thorough cleaning of the toilet in the days prior.
"That’s right," she said, slapping my ass.
She pulled out and ordered me onto my knees. She pushed me along into the bathroom, stopping me by the toilet, and squatted behind me so she could continue to fuck my ass. My heart was pounding in my ears with apprehension and arousal about what was coming.
"Now," she said, "I’m going to flush your head in the toilet and then fuck you some more, so you can think about what just happened as the water drips off your face." She pulled out and stood over me, pushing my head down into the toilet until my face was completely submerged in the icy toilet water. I heard the toilet flush and the water began to swirl around my face. I struggled to breathe and to keep the water out of my nose and mouth, my mind spinning from the fear and eroticism of it all. It was the dirtiest thing I had ever had done to me. The water dipped low, letting me catch a quick breath, before fresh water flooded back in, engulfing my face again.
My Mistress pulled grabbed my hair and pulled my head out. She stood over me.
"What just happened?" she asked.
"You just flushed my head in the toilet, Ma’am," I said meekly as water dripped from me.
My Mistress squatted behind me and started to fuck my ass again. My head dangled in the toilet, my face just an inch above that cold, degrading water, as my Mistress powerful legs drove her cock into me from behind. A barrage of insults floated to my ears as her body slammed into mine over and over. I felt utterly humiliated.
My Mistress pulled out. She told me to wash thoroughly, then helped me dry off. ”I’m not done fucking that ass yet,” she warned me. She came in for a kiss, but stopped. ”I’m not kissing that disgusting toilet face,” she sneered.
Back in the bedroom, I was caused to lay on my back on the bed. My Mistress mounted me, missionary style, and fucked me hard and fast, holding my legs wide open and pushed back over me like a dorm room slut. She told me to recount what had taken place in the bathroom.
"You flushed my head in the toilet and fucked my ass," I panted, hardly believing my own words as I spoke them. Her strap-on felt amazing in me.
My Mistress laughed. ”And now I want you to cum,” she said. My cock was still locked up, but several times now she has made me cum from anal penetration alone. It’s an intense feeling and also a confusing one. I still equate orgasm from penetration with female sexuality. It’s quite a head trip as a man to cum that way.
In mere minutes, I felt the unnatural orgasm growing within me. My Mistress increased the tempo of her thrusting and soon I was crying out, my legs shaking. ”Yesss,” my Mistress growled triumphantly, her hand around my throat. ”Yesss.”
"Should I unlock you?" she asked after pulling out.
"Yes, Ma’am."
"Why should I unlock you?"
I recounted to her the story I’d written for her that week, as well as obeying her commands regarding masturbating during the week.
"And," she added, "you’ve done a good job tonight, haven’t you?"
"Yes, Ma’am, I’ve tried."
She unlocked my muzzle and had me stand. She removed her strap-on.
"Play with your cock until you’re hard," she ordered. I did as told. Once I was hard she told me, "Put on a condom." Again, I did as instructed. "Lay down on the bed."
I laid down, my cock hard and anxious.
"You don’t think I’m going to let you fuck me just like that?" she asked. My heart sank. Instead, she climbed onto my face and proceeded to smother me with her pussy, which I worshiped with my tongue and lips until lack of breath made it impossible to continue. She gave me a quick breath of air, and then sat back down on my face. Once she felt I had done a thorough job, she slid down my body so that my arms were pinned by my sides between her muscular thighs. She slid her pussy down over my cock, causing pleasure and relief to shoot through my body.
My Mistress rode me like that, my arms trapped, and I became lost in my own pleasure. She finally freed my arms so that I could play with her breasts, and in this manner a powerful orgasm finally overtook her, causing her to cry out and shake. Her pussy spasmed around my swollen cock.
She climbed off me and had me move so she could lay down.
"I’m sick of doing all the work," she sad. I climbed between her legs and took hold of her body so I could fuck her. I must have seemed somewhat aggressive because she warned me, "Don’t go forgetting your place!"
"No, Ma’am," I said. "I just want to do a good job."
"Yeah," she said with no small amount of mockery," I"d like that, too."
I fucked my mistress with all my heart. It was a sweet reward for a night full of difficult trials. ”Ask me for permission before you cum,” she ordered. Within a couple of minutes I was asking.
"Please, Mistress, may I cum?" I begged.
"Yes," she said.
Orgasm swept over me, releasing all of the night’s fear, frustration, and apprehension. I collapsed on top of her, my cock pulsating with pleasure inside of her. ”Thank you, Ma’am,” I gasped. ”Thank you.”
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