Nandita To Nandini
- 3 years ago
- 235
- 0
Service And Submission free porn video
Service and Submission
The evening play party was winding down, and I was still on the "X"
frame in the main room. It had been a most memorable evening, having
been on display, available to play for whomever wanted to use me. The
leather corset I was cinched into had warmed over the last few hours, so
it was reasonably comfortable particularly with the way my chest was
heaving in exertion from the whipping. I was cognizant of the feel of
the nylons covering my long legs, and the stress of wearing 5" fuck me
pumps all night.
Mistress came over and unclipped my wrist and ankle cuffs, and led me to
a soft couch to rest. She brushed my hair out of my eyes, and leaned
forward and whispered, "good performance slut, there's one guest who was
very impressed and he wants to meet you. Go into the bathroom and make
yourself presentable." She patted my head when she stood; Mistress is
so considerate.
In the powder room, I took my comb out of my bag and brushed my shoulder
length hair into shape, letting it fall around my face in soft curls.
It had been more of a pain slut party, so my lips had not been around
any cocks, therefore they were not swollen. Knowing how hot it looked,
I applied Bee Sting to give me a pouty look, and applied several coats
of deep red lipstick. I tucked into my thong, slipped into a leather
open bottom punishment skirt and was ready.
Reentering the room, Mistress told me to go into the side room, and
kneel on the carpet in presentation pose. I did so, and was very aware
of the passage of time as I was about to be presented to a man that
found me very interesting. I love submitting to Women of all ages, but
there is something so magical for a transgendered slut to be taken by a
Man, yes?
Soon the door entered and Mistress and a man entered. "Slut, this is
Roger. He was most impressed with you tonight, and wants to get to know
you better. Be a good girl, and make me proud," was her instructions.
Mistress left, and Roger came over to me, placed his hand under my chin,
and raised my face. He was dressed in leather pants and a Black T
shirt, nice boots on his feet, and open fingered gloves. About 6' plus,
nicely built.
"I was most impressed tonight girl, most impressed. Mistress tells me
you are very compliant and willing when you serve. Is this correct?"
I am most respective when speaking to those who dominate me, so in my
best breathy voice, answered, "Yes Sir, I am a very good and pleasing
slut."
"Oh we shall see my girl, we shall see," he said as he unzipped his
pants and fished out a thick and long cock. "Get your lips around me and
show me," he said, guiding him into my willing and open mouth.
I began licking his shaft, long sensuous strokes, tilting my heat to
move my hair to the side. He scooped it up in his hands and pulled me
to his cock head, pushing me down to where I engulfed his 9" meat and
nuzzled into his leather covered body. I went limp inside and began
sliding up and down taking him all the way in and out. My other hand
reached into his pants and began caressing his heavy balls, stroking and
gently squeezing in the way I was taught to worship cock.
He must have liked it, for he began thrusting more and more, his
fleshing bulging in my mouth as I felt his cum erupt in my throat.
Eight or nine pumps and I was sucking him harder and harder until the
flood was over. He pulled out, and sat down, his now sated penis still
hanging out of his pants.
"That was most enjoyable girl, very accomplished cock sucking," as he
zipped up. Out of his pocket, he produced a name card, which he tucked
into the top of my corset. "Can you be there Wednesday at 8 pm? It's
not far, and I know you will enjoy yourself. You can change and dress
when you arrive."
"Of course Sir, I have nothing planned for tomorrow, and If I did, I
would reschedule," was the proper response. When Men want you, plans
change, yes?
"Super, I will text you a confirmation then," he said with a beautiful
smile that had me feeling very cunty inside. I wanted him in all ways
that I could right then.
The drive home, to say the least, was filled with dreams of service and
submission.
It took forever before Wednesday came, just forever waiting for a text,
call or email. Yes, I was impatient; yes I am a needy slut.
I was in the tub, legs and everything else shaved smooth around 7 when
the text came in:
"Be there @ 8. Wear tight skirt. Txt when u arrive - R
Oh be still my fluttering heart, I almost came right there. Getting out
and drying off, I applied scented lotion and powder, got the hanging bag
and toys, and left the house.
It was a short drive, and soon I found myself in a very upscale
neighborhood, big houses, curved driveways, big lawns. Rounding a
curve, I saw the house number next to a gate, and pulled up in the
driveway.
"I am here, Sir," I texted.
The reply came quickly as the gate began to open, "pull round right,
enter @ door with yellow light. Instruct inside."
Pulling around the right side of the house, I saw a yellow light above a
door. I parked next to it and walked up to the door, opening it and
locking it behind me. Smiling, I entered what looked to be the Kitchen.
On the countertop was a hand written note, "to the right is a small
maid's suite. Get yourself ready and join me in the living room - R.
The Maid's suite was actually a really nice mini apartment off the
Kitchen, with en suite bathroom and nice bed space. In the bathroom, I
did two quick bulb douches with water. I had given myself an enema
before I left, but you have to do a final rinse you know. I pride my
pussy being clean and ready for fucking.
I stripped my boring boy clothes, and started getting ready. Garter
belt holding up a fresh pair of Berkshire lace top stockings, which
looked great on my smooth and toned legs. Snug gaff, tucking my boy
bits back and making everything smooth. I slipped into my special bra
and C+ silicone breast forms, which is a great look underneath the sheer
mesh long sleeve top. Men like their slut's to have a visible bra.
Next was my 36" leather under bust corset, and I took time to cinch it
up as evenly as possible. It forms my shape and hugs my body and makes
me feel so special, like a lover is embracing me all the time. I knew
tonight was not to be an exception.
Roger had requested a tight leather skirt, and the one I brought would
fulfill the requirement. "A" line, with a rear zipper from hem to
waistline, I was made for my corseted figure, and did the job. My hips
and bottom, compressed by the corset, filled the leather beautifully. I
lowered the zipper to just below my knees, so I was confined, but could
still walk. I had a feeling I was not going to be wearing the skirt
very long, but you never know. I slipped a pair of 5" black square toed
fuckme me pumps on my nylon covered feet, which are particularly
comfortable but very sexy.
I sat down at the vanity and finished my makeup. I had already done my
eyes before I left, very nice and subtle. I had applied some "bee
sting" ointment, which I reserve for special, very special occasions
before I left my house, so I had nicely pouty lips which I covered with
several coats of what I call cocksucking red lipstick.
I pulled my hair into a pony tail, up high and girlish, and tied a black
ribbon around it that hung down my back with my hair. I tightened the
corsets laces some more, and finished with a wide elastic belt that
provided a nice transition from the skirt to the top of the corset. The
last touch was a pair of short, wrist length kid leather gloves. I
looked in the mirror, and I looked fiercely hot, the image of a good
slut, ready to please her Master. A drop of Obsession on my wrists and
behind my ears and I was done.
Into a small purse, I slipped the lipstick, a small mirror, condoms
(must be prepared, right girls?) and some poppers. I left the room and
walked out of the kitchen, my heels making that magical sound on the
hardwood floors.
It was easy to find the living room from the light of the fireplace,
casting flickering forms over this soon to be den of seduction and
submission. Roger was on the leather couch, wearing a silk dressing
gown, and nothing else. He looked to be sipping a martini.
I walked up and presented myself, doing a slow turn, thrusting hips and
ass, as I felt his eyes devouring me.
"There's a pitcher of martinis and olives on the sideboard, chilled
glasses in the 'fridge. Make yourself a drink, I hope you like Grey
Goose," as he motioned over to the edge of the room.
"Whoever invented Vodka should be sainted, Sir, "was all I needed to
say. Pouring the chilled mixture into the glass and adding some olives
on a pick, I walked over to the couch and sat next to him. The tight
skirt made it easy to keep my legs together all ladylike, when all
wanted to do was spread lewdly for him.
We sipped our drinks, making harmless chit chat about how long I had
known Mistress, how free I was with my time (take me, I am yours), and
other things. I could see a growing bulge in his dressing gown, and
knew he was as excited as I was, and knew that things would start soon.
The vodka was providing a nice mellow buzz.
He took my hand, and told me to kneel on the carpet next to him, which I
did immediately. The plush rug felt nice on my legs and knees.
He took out a small box and proceeded to run a few lines of coke, which
he did, then ran a few more for me. Sharply inhaling, I felt the
beautiful rush as it hit my system. He opened his legs and I
repositioned myself between them, and he undid the robe's tie and let me
see his cock for the first time that evening.
I could see a small glistening drop of precum, which I licked as I knelt
closer and began worshiping him. Leather covered hands on his beautiful
testicles, the other on his shaft, stroking as I planted small kisses,
waiting for further instructions.
He leaned back, shifted a bit and said those magic words, "suck my cock
slut, that's what you're here for, isn't it?"
I opened my lips, and brought his full and hard shaft into my mouth,
opening and accommodating his length as I became what I am, a
cocksucking whore for men. Up and down, up and down I took him until my
face was nuzzling his pubic hairs and I was surrounded by hot flesh and
muscular legs.
I felt him shift and sit up and soon felt my skirts zipper rising up my
thighs until it was at the wide belt, which left me completely exposed.
I felt his big hands on my ass, one finger down the crease of my
buttocks, teasing my greedy hole through my thong.
That got me going even faster, sucking him deeper and deeper up and
down, transported to that special world when I live, a man's cock in my
mouth, hand full of shaft and balls, surrounded by his musk, his essence
as I felt that special hardness, that quivering and I knew the moment
was at hand, his glorious orgasm was near.
He dropped back, gripped the back of my head and pulled me into him as
he, for the second time in our relationship, unloaded his delicious cum
into my throat, filling me with his seed, breeding my mouth, making me,
marking me as his cocksucking whore.
His flesh was softening, the last bits of cum on my tongue. I sat back
on my heels and looked up at him. The next thing I knew, he had leaned
forward and pulled me with his arms against him, locking us in a deep
French kiss, his tongue probing my mouth, where I am sure he could taste
his essence in my mouth.
I got up, stepped over his legs and stood next to him. Unzipping the
last inches of my skirt, which I placed over the back of the couch, I
picked up his empty glass and walked over to the sideboard.
"Shaken or stirred, Sir?" I asked. The night was young.
India
- 29.05.2020
- 9
- 0
Andersonville 12 The Day Linda Anderson Came To Town
- 2 years ago
- 183
- 0
Sandra s Submission
- 3 years ago
- 31
- 0
