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The Punishment Mistress [F/M noncons institution, spank, milking]

"No... No," he moaned aloud, to no one in particular, because he knew that the punishment mistress would take no heed of his protest. "Please, no," he said, louder, this time addressed to the punishment mistress. Part of his fear was his total vulnerability. He knew that there would be no escaping the severe strapping that he had been sentenced to for the week's misdeeds at the institution. He was totally naked, bent over a heavy punishment structure, and bound securely in place. His wrists were cuffed to the front legs of the structure. A wide leather strap encircled his waist, completely restricting evasive movement of his upper body. His ankles were cuffed to the rear legs of the structure. And, of course, he was acutely aware that his bare bottom was exactly where the punishment mistress wanted it. He was also aware that he was going to endure a severe strapping, whether he wanted to or not, and that there was nothing that he could do to interfere.

He had never been punished before at the institution for probation violators. Punishment was not meted out on a whim. He had accumulated several demerits, however, during the week for rule violations. He cursed his own hubris, his overconfidence that he could get away with breaking multiple rules without consequence. Hell, he told himself, that's why I'm at this place to begin with - I thought that I could get away with breaking the rules. What is it about me, he pondered, that ensures that I get caught every time?

The punishment mistress was a slender blonde woman about five feet nine, with bangs and a ponytail. Her white blouse and black skirt were complemented by black pumps. She had large blue eyes and a pleasant, although dispassionate, expression on her face when the inmate was led into the punishment room. The punishment mistress does not determine the severity of the punishment to be meted out to the recipients of her attentions. The severity, and often, the instrument of punishment, are decided only by the headmistress.

He had been led to the room with his hands cuffed behind him and wearing ankle chains. He was forcibly bent over the punishment structure, the waist strap secured, and the ankle chains removed. Then the two women who brought him into the punishment room stripped him of his clothes from the waist down and cuffed his ankles to the rear legs of the structure. They removed his handcuffs and stripped off his shirt. Finally, they cuffed his wrists to the structure.

He heard someone else enter the room. Then he saw the headmistress of the institution stand in front of him. "Mistress Deanna, he is to get a severe strapping. Give him sixty four strokes of the wood-handled strap. Witnesses, are you ready?"

"Yes, Miss Karen," answered the two women who had brought him to the room.

"Mistress Deanna, are you ready?"

"Yes, Miss Karen," the punishment mistress answered after she retrieved the strap from its repository.

"You may begin," she stated.

Deanna extended her arm and determined the correct distance and position, and, with her eye on the target, drew her arm far back and imparted a hard stroke of leather to the young man's bottom. He flinched as his ass cheeks jiggled from the force of the swat. A scant three or four seconds later, the next stroke landed. Deanna, keeping her feet in place, swiveled her hips as she completed the stroke with a full and complete follow-through. The young man sharply drew in his breath. A short instant later the three-inch-wide strap planted another reddened stripe on his quivering bottom. By the tenth stroke, he groaned with each swat. Deanna stopped for a moment to let the strapping thus far have an effect.

"Angie," said Deanna to one of the women who had brought the male in, "I'd like you to give him the next thirty strokes. Remember to follow-through."

The tall, dark-haired Angie, her eyes brightening, responded, "I'll be happy to." Her long black hair gave her an air of authority. She took the wood-handled strap from Deanna, and took her place to one side of the miscreant. Angie was in training for the position of strapmistress, and had applied the strap on a limited basis in a few previous sessions.

There was no doubt of Angie's ambition to be an accomplished strapmistress. The strength of her swats was testimony to her dedication and practice. The young man visibly flinched with each stroke. Following Deanna's example, Angie paused for a moment after administering ten swats. When she resumed, the male recipient gave a staccato exclamation as each stroke visited his bound and naked bottom. When Angie applied the third set of ten strokes, her enthusiasm was such that the male gave a vociferous shout each time the leather hit its target. Angie, her face flushed with excitement, handed the strap back to Deanna.

Deanna positioned herself directly behind her charge, smiled at Angie as if to say "watch how I do this" and applied the remaining twenty-four strokes in an alternating forehand-backhand fashion without stopping. This kind of application of the strap is especially painful because it is applied to the more tender skin on the outer sides of the nether cheeks. Her ponytail swishing back and forth, Deanna applied the leather with all her strength. The young man's nether globes were in a constant state of jiggling and quivering, and his howls were testimony to her effectiveness. Deanna thought to herself that she wold like to give her boyfriend a strapping like this - tied down so he couldn't move. The thought aroused her.

"Thank you, Mistress Deanna," the institution administrator said. "You may be excused if you wish. Please be back here in fifteen minutes to be briefed on the next punishment." Then, addressing the young man, she continued, "You will remain where you are for ten minutes. Then you will be led back to your room."

When the requisite time had elapsed, the women who brought him, Michelle and Angie, prepared to return him to his room. Angie unfastened his ankles from the punishment box and placed ankle cuffs on him. Michelle then released his wrists from the front legs of the punishment box and cuffed them behind his back. Finally, the waist cinch was released.

He desperately wanted to rub his bottom to mitigate the still-fresh pain from the leathering, and would be unable to do that as long as his hands were cuffed. He wasn't allowed to get dressed. Instead he was led, naked except for the ankle chains and handcuffs, back to his room. Michelle carried his clothes and Angie led him to his room, which was really more like a cell. The first thing he did when the restraints were removed was run his hands across his bottom, and then he lay face-down on his bed.

Michelle and Angie, who were themselves in training for positions as punishment mistresses, and Deanna gathered in the punishment room to be briefed by Miss Karen on the next recipient of discipline.

"We have a repeat offender here," Miss Karen stated. "You all may recognize him. He is in room 115. He's the one who has been here for being disorderly. He got a paddling the first time, and got the strap a week later. As if that wasn't enough, you gave him twenty four strokes of the cane just two weeks after that. This time he apparently started a food fight and attempted to wrongly implicate others. This pattern of repetition merits a very severe session today. Mistress Deanna, I suggest that you use the cane, forty eight strokes. And they are to be augmented."

"Will do, Miss Karen," responded Deanna.

"Michelle and Angie, please escort the next miscreant here."

They left to fetch the young man in the same manner as they had done with the previous one. Deanna prepared a salt water solution in a spray bottle for augmentation. When a punishment is augmented, salt water is sprayed on the recipient's bottom after every six strokes. This has the effect of greatly intensifying the sensation of the punishment. Augmentation is used only with repeat offenders displaying an unwillingness to heed the lessons of previous discipline. Also, when the maximum number of strokes for the cane, forty-eight, is to be administered, each set of six is placed at a slightly different angle, so that after the first set, every stroke will intersect with a previous stroke. For very severe sessions, there is no limit to the number of strokes permitted with the other instruments of correction.

Deanna selected a long, thin, flexible cane for the next session. The door opened with Michelle and Angie with the repeat offender in tow. As they were busy securing him to the punishment box, Deanna reflected on her duties at the institution. She was the first, and is currently the only, person with the title of Punishment Mistress. A punishment mistress must be knowledgeable and proficient with paddles, straps, canes, and switches. The training is long and arduous. A trainee is mentored by Deanna, and must practice her art daily on pillows before she is permitted to apply an instrument of correction to an inmate. A trainee's first experience at live administration of discipline is with a paddle. They are taught positioning and timing, and strength of the swats. If they still want to proceed after demonstrating proficiency with the paddle, the next instrument is the leather strap. When a high level of proficiency is demonstrated with the strap, the trainee is awarded the title of Strapmistress. Next comes training with the cane. Several trainees have not progressed to the title of Canemistress because of its requirement for absolute accuracy and control. If a Canemistress can demonstrate proficiency using switches, she is a Punishment Mistress. Angie is currently a Strapmistress trainee.

Miss Karen addressed the bound male. "I can't believe that you like being disciplined, yet you keep doing things that bring you back here. We're going to see if today's session will have a more lasting effect on you. I have directed the punishment mistress to give you four dozen strokes of the cane. I have also directed that they be augmented. That means that a salt water spray will be frequently applied to your naughty little bottom during the caning. They tell me that it really hurts." Turning to her staff, Miss Karen said, "Angie, I'd like you to apply the salt water. Michelle, are you ready to be the witness?"

"Yes Miss Karen," replied Michelle as she took her place as an observer. Angie was ready with the spray bottle. "Are you ready, Mistress Deanna?"

"I am ready, Miss Karen."

"Good. Please begin."

The bound male felt the punishment mistress lightly tap the thin rattan cane across the center of his exposed bottom as she prepared to start. A scant few seconds later he heard the swishing sound of the cane whipping through the air. As soon as he became aware of that sound he felt an intense flash of pain.

He sharply drew in his breath. The pain actually seemed to intensify for a couple of seconds before settling in at a constant level. The cane hurt considerably more than he imagined as this secondary reaction took hold. A few seconds elapsed and he heard the beginning of the dreaded swishing sound again, followed immediately by a new stripe of blinding pain. "OH!" The sound escaped involuntarily from his clenched teeth.

Mistress Deanna looked with satisfaction on the white weal which she expertly placed almost immediately next to the first one. As soon as the white weal began to turn red, she pressed her lips together, and, with her eye on the young man's bare bottom, brought the slender rattan cane far back and whipped it forward, making contact about a half inch away from the previous stroke.

"OHHH!" she heard the young man exclaim. She had heard a similar litany of pain many, many times before, and she would hear it many times again. She knew that she would never tire of it. Each one was a little different, but they all had the common thread of forced submission. She liked it best when they become aware of the inevitability of the punishment, and their absolute vulnerability. She parted her lips slightly, drew back the cane and placed another white-hot weal on the bared bottom cheeks of her charge. "Four," she counted to herself, feeling the slightest beginnings of arousal deep inside her body.

Deanna smiled slightly as she observed the young man valiantly attempting to refrain from giving voice to his predicament. As she looked at the ever-widening pattern of striations on the young man's bared bottom, she took careful aim and whipped another stroke immediately adjacent to the previous one. The whitened weal stood out in contrast to the other reddened lines.

"Gmmmfff!"

They always try to take it without crying out, Deanna thought to herself. Before it's over, he'll be telling me that he can't take any more. They all tell me that. But I take them past that point, she proudly asserted to herself.

The latest stripe just started to redden, and Deanna drew back her arm to plant another stripe. She felt a deepening of her earlier arousal as the cane made its journey to the young man's bottom.

"Owwwowww!" He shook his head wildly, unable to shake off the pain. As the pain began to intensify he thought to himself, how am I going to be able to take forty eight of these strokes?

Deanna stepped back as Angie moved in and applied several sprays of salt water to the young man's bottom. The effect was almost instantaneous. He felt as though each ass cheek was an incandescent light that had just been switched on. "Ohhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh! Owwwww!" he exclaimed.

Deanna stepped up to take her position. She spread her legs, placed her free hand akimbo on her hip, and bent her knees in order to get the exact angle that she wanted. Her intent was that the next set of six strokes would intersect the previous set.

Whippppp! She placed a stroke so that it cut diagonally across three or four of the previous strokes.

"AHHH! NO!"

Whipppp! Another stripe diagonally across previous strokes.

"Gmlflmmmmmmmf!"

Whippppp!

"Owwwwww!"

Deanna laid three more in quick succession, with each successive cane stroke applied diagonally to the previous ones.

Angie applied the salt water spray again.

"Oh! Ohh! OHHHH! Owwww! OH-that-hurts!"

Deanna applied two more sets of six strokes in this manner, with the young man's reaction becoming more strident all along.

It's at this point, usually, that the punishment recipients believe that they can not take any more, and plead ever so fervently. During the last half of the caning, the recipient did indeed perform the expected litany of begging, pleading, and promising. Moreover, each set of stripes that Deanna applied had her getting more aroused. She suspected the same with Angie, who cheerfully applied the salt water spray after every set of six strokes.

The whipping had taken little more than five minutes. She stepped back now, placed the whippy cane in its place, and wiped a few beads of sweat from her forehead.

Now I'm so wet, Deanna acknowledged. Why does this turn me on so much?

"Very well done, Mistress Deanna. You too, Angelina. Mistress Deanna, you may be excused if you wish. Angelina and Michelle will wait here and lead this miscreant back to his room after ten minutes.

An hour later found the discipline administrators in another room which is rarely used except for very special punishment occasions. Michelle and Angie had bound the male to be disciplined face-down on a padded table. The table was similar to a massage table, except that it was significantly sturdier, and not as high. Also, the table had a circular opening a few inches wide in the center of the table. The purpose of this opening was to allow access to the male's sexual organs.

The male's wrists, ankles, and waist were securely bound to the table. Miss Karen surveyed the scene before her and determined that the session was ready to begin.

"Please proceed with the session," instructed Miss Karen.

Angie retrieved a device which was approximately the size of a small end table, unfastened its cover, and positioned it under the table upon which the male was bound. Making the necessary adjustments, she affixed a tube-shaped attachment to the device, and positioned the attachment so that the other end of the tube extended up to the opening in the table. She made sure that the tube was around the male's member, which fit quite loosely in the tube at the moment. Much of the device was constructed of transparent material so that the results of the milking could be determined.

Angie picked up a box about the size of a small book. The box had switches and knobs on it, and was the wireless control center for the milking device. She pressed a button and the machine made a whirring sound. A moment later the tube closed around the male's penis. He felt a well lubricated sheath enclose his organ, and he became instantly erect. Angie turned a knob and the machine slowly stroked the male's member. He was wondering what this was all about, since he was feeling pleasure at the time, and this was supposed to be punishment. Angie increased the rate and the machine responded.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh..." groaned the captive male, his face turning red. A moment later he exclaimed "Aauughhhhhhhhhhh! Arghhh! Ahhhhhh!" as he spurted into the receptacle. The machine kept stroking. "Ohh! Arrgh! Ahhhh!" he exclaimed with a rising level of discomfort as the machine continued to stroke his very sensitive member. When Angie was satisfied that the machine had milked him dry, she decreased the speed to the initial "idling", during which the machine still stroked, although slowly.

For ten minutes the women made small talk among themselves. When a timer signified the end of ten minutes, Angie set the stroking speed a little higher than she had on the first run. After three full minutes of stroking, the male groaned and spurted into the machine's receptacle. Angie, of course, left the machine running while the captive male voiced his discomfort at the continued assault.

After several minutes, Deanna spoke to him. "You're going to have to do better than that. If you're not going to cum I think I should spice things up with a switch to give you some motivation." She slowly and deliberately walked across the room and picked up a willow switch that had been soaking in water. She whisked the water droplets off the switch, and made her way to the hapless bound male and prepared to start the switching.

"Why aren't you cumming?" she queried.

"I did twice already!" he offered.

"You're being milked," Deanna retorted. "You're supposed to cum some more. Are you about to cum right now?"

"I can't!" exclaimed the male. Meanwhile the machine was still stroking his shaft.

Deanna briskly applied the switch to his bare bottom, at the same time admonishing him. "You really should cum. (whip! whip!) You really want to cum, don't you? (whip! whip!) I don't understand why you are reluctant to cum some more." (whip! whip! whip!)

The male being punished struggled with the pain. "Aaargh! OW-OW-OW! Please no more! Yes, I want to! I want to cummm! Ow! Ow! Please, I can't! Please stop! Please stop!"

Deanna continued in this manner for a while until his bare bottom was well marked from the switch.

Angie played with varying the speed and intensity of the stroking, increasing and decreasing the tempo like a roller-coaster. After a few moments the young man, with a vocal exclamation, ejaculated a few dribbling spurts into the receptacle. After he ejaculated, the intensity of his sensitivity to the constant stroking of the machine became especially excruciating.

Gritting his teeth with a pained expression, he exclaimed, "Aaaaahhhhh! No! Please stop the machine! So sensitive! Ahhhhhhhh-ahhhhhh-ahhhhh!"

Angie, leaving the machine running, peered into the receptacle and scolded, "That wasn't a very big load. I think it's time to escalate things here." She retrieved a specially designed anal probe. This probe had several metallic bands around it, although it was pliable and not rigid. There was a connector for a cable at the outside end of it. Angie hooked a cable to it and attached the other end of the cable to a fitting on the milking machine. Then she generously lubricated the probe with olive oil and inserted it into the captive male.

"Uhh-uhhhhh-uhhhhh!" he groaned as Angie pushed it in.

Angie then picked up the control box, turned a knob, and watched for a reaction. The probe, as a result, expanded and contracted in a pulsating fashion. As it did this, it pressed against the male's prostate, stimulating it. Angie observed the male's facial expressions as she varied the speed of the pulsing, looking for the tempo providing the most stimulation. When she found the right setting, she left it as it was and waited. A few more minutes, and the male again shouted out an exclamation and dribbled some more semen into the receptacle.

"Arrgh! Arrrrgh! Aaaaaaarghhhh! Oh, no! I can't!. Please stop! Please stop! Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!"

Angie waited a few minutes before stopping the pulsating of the anal probe. She did, however, leave the milking machine stroking his member. Looking into the receptacle, she expressed mock disdain. "Just a dribble this time. I thought I could get more from you. Oh well, I'll just have to employ other means. Maybe Mistress Deanna should give you another switching."

"No, not the switch! Please, I'll do anything!"

"Anything? All I'm asking for is a nice big load of cum."

"I try! Really! I just can't! Please! I'm completely drained!"

"Then you'll have to take the consequences," teased Angie with a coy smile. She seated herself, calmly crossed her legs and picked up the control box. She started the anal probe pulsing again, and adjusted the speed as before. Then she pressed a small red button on the box. This caused an instantaneous pulse of electricity to course from the male's prostate to his sphincter. To him, it felt like a hot pin-prick to his sphincter, and similarly inside him at his prostate.

"Oh! Ohh!" he cried. Angie pressed the button again. "Ow! Ahh!" Then she continued to press the red button at random intervals every few seconds. When Angie sensed that he was nearing another ejaculation, she rapidly pressed the button a couple of times per second until the male violently shook his head back and forth with gritted teeth.

"Yaaaaaah! Oh, the pain! That hurts! Aaaaargh!" he yelled as a rather empty ejaculation wracked his body. "Mercy, please! I can't! Oh have mercy!"

After a few more minutes of the machine's stroking, Angie finally turned it off. The bound male was now drenched in sweat, groaning and panting.

With a smile, and very aroused, Deanna walked out of the room and went to her office.

Mistress Deanna left work at 10 PM and headed home. Throwing off her clothes, she got in bed with her lover and waited a few moments. When he stirred, and was still half-asleep, she guided one of his hands to her aroused womanhood. Sleepily he stroked her clitoris and labia. As he awoke he felt himself becoming erect.

"What did you do this time?" he inquired, stroking Deanna's profusely lubricated pussy.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! A severe strapping, a very severe caning and a milking," she whispered.

"Were you turned on?" he asked.

"Ahh! Yes! Ahhhh!"

"You nasty bitch! You're getting me hard!"

Deanna climaxed with raucous groans. Her lover threw off the covers and he pulled her on top of him. He quickly entered her and he held on tightly with his arms around her. "Come on, you cunt! Ride me! That's it - yes, you're a nasty girl!"

Deanna, her eyes filled with fiery passion, began to furiously pump with her hips. While she was doing this, she taunted her lover. "Rick, I've warned you before about your language. You know what, Rick? Tomorrow I'm going to tie you down and give you a strapping just like I gave tonight! I'm going to watch your ass cheeks quiver and jiggle as they turn fiery red. And you're also getting a dose of the forehand-backhand thing! Oh God, Rick, I'm gonna love it! You, on the other hand, are going to be begging for mercy! Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!" Deanna climaxed again and felt her lover's erection stiffen even more inside her.

"Deanna!" exclaimed Rick. "Aaahhrgh! Mmmmmmff! Uhhhh!" He thrashed about as he spurted inside of Deanna.

When the passions had subsided, Deanna whispered, "I meant what I said, Rick. You ARE getting that strapping tomorrow."

Rick brought Deanna's mouth to his and kissed her passionately. "Mmmmmmm, Deanna, I love you!"

- end -

----- I hope you enjoyed this story. I enjoyed writing it. This work is copyright by the author. Commercial use is prohibited without permission. Archiving and reposting of this story unmodified is permitted provided that no fee is charged, either directly or indirectly (including so-called "adult checks") and provided that this disclaimer and attribution to the original author (rick_oh at email.com) are maintained. My other stories can be seen at http://www.asstr.org/~rick_oh/

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Chelsie Meets Her Mistress (based on a true story) by Mistress Lisa Chapter 1 Mistress Lisa sat in the hotel lobby, staring at a large screen TV, but not really seeing it. Her mind was on the man she was supposed to be meeting. He had served her online for over a year, but they had never met before. She was a touch nervous...something she DEFINITELY wasn't used to. She reached in her pocket to touch the pair of panties she had brought for her favorite cyber slave. "This is going to...

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Screams of my Mistress

with special thanks to Polly Plummer A glass of lemonade! Nina's eyes flew open, fixing the cool patterns of moonlight reflected from hidden smooth surfaces onto the ceiling of her bedroom. The urge had come suddenly, and it had come strong! Half a glass, no more. That would be sufficient. Orange flavour. She looked at the alarm clock on her bedside table: 2:35 Surely Mistress Selene would not be around the ground floor anymore. Nina slipped out from under her blanket, revealing to a...

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My Wife Her SlaveChapter 45 Working with a New Mistress

In the morning, Gretchen and Nina showered together, with Gretchen making sure that Nina was not only well-scrubbed, but also brought close to an orgasm to start her day. As they dried each other, Gretchen asked, “Are you going to the new client this morning, or are you going to your regular office?” “I was planning to go to the office, first, and then go to the new client, but I could skip the office. This new client is my number one priority right now.” “Good. I’d like to send a present...

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Miss Marks The New Head Mistress

Amelia Marks stood staring out of the large window in her office. The lady with the dark-hair, neatly tied in a bun, smiled as she watched the late summer sunshine rising in the blue sky and begin to cover the new Sixth Form building and the extensive playing fields and sports pitches beyond that. The new Head Mistress at the exclusive, fee-paying Alannah Lawrence Girl’s College closed her eyes and stood day-dreaming for a few moments before she turned her attention back to what she needed to...

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Im the Mistress

I walked into the candle lit living room & stood still for a momentto adjust my vision. Just then she moved out of the shadows & quicklywrapped a blindfold around my head & eyes. She whispered to me as she boundthe blindfold, "You are my prisoner now & you will follow my commands tothe letter or else." As she spoke I felt the heat rising in my loins, I gotvery excited when she grabbed my hands behind my back & handcuffed themtogether. I spoke in a low taunting voice, "Or...

2 years ago
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Going To Party With My Mistress

By : Criticalmass Synopsis: The slave girl is going to be taken to her first party with her mistress. This is a firsthand account narrated by the girl. My mistress promised me to take me to a special party on the day I would turn 18, and today is that day. I am 5′ 7″ tall and have a figure of 34D-28-38. I am fair and have long hair. I had met my mistress on my summer vacation 2 months ago. In the last 2 months we have developed a special bonding and trust. The party was late in the night;...

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Oh Gina I mean Mistress

I had just moved into a new neighbourhood after my divorce. We sold our home and acreage and I was able to buy this modest two-story home. I like a lot of space around me and since I'm alone now, this gave me what I wanted. I also work from home and I was fortunate to have a large study on the upper floor. My house is on a corner lot and I have only one neighbour. She lives in a very large house on a double lot. I saw her briefly as I was moving things in. We nodded to each other, but never got...

3 years ago
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Mistress

The Mistress Manual by: Mistress Lorelei1WHY BECOME A MISTRESS?:Some Unexpected Pleasures"When we are flat on our backs there is no way to look but up." - Roger W Babson"For my readers who have already tasted the heady wine of total control over a submissivemale, this question may seem absurd. The answer is so obvious: being a Mistress is fun.Female Dominance offers the Mistress a cornucopia of delights. (The submissive male enjoysit too, although there are moments in scene when he may not seem...

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emma in the House of her Mistress

Chapter 1 We waved our respective husbands goodbye on their business trip togetherand my heart was pounding. Standing, I could smell the warmth of her perfume,I watched the movement of her body and the caress of her hair surreptitiously.I wanted to touch her, be touched by her. I was horny. I was reluctantly becomingused to having to do whatever Susan asked of me again. It scared me, but italso excited me a little more every time Susan asked me to do something. We had never spent a night...

2 years ago
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The Girl In The Lift 8211 Part 9 Submissive Slave To My Mistress

Thank you, guys, for your appreciation and feedback. It really means a lot. This is the next part of the story where Simi and I explored reverse BDSM fantasy as me as a submissive slave. If you haven’t read the previous parts, I would recommend to please read them to get the context and characters of the story. After our session on BDSM, where Simi served me, we both were ready for the next one in which I had to serve her (my Mistress). A couple of weeks passed, but we didn’t get time for it....

1 year ago
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New Job First Lesson with Mistress

New Job, First Lesson:It all began when I moved to New York to get a fresh start. Always a shy loner, I was teased throughout school for being somewhat short and effeminate in looks. After my mother passed away right after I graduated college, I no longer had any ties to Chicago, and I wanted to move to New York to find a new life for myself. I had very little sexual experience, and was hoping to be able to find a girlfriend in a new city. Landing an apartment in Manhatten and a job as a...

2 years ago
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A servant and Mistress

Part I -- Arrival I arrived at the DeMarcco mansion in late August. Summer was alreadyfading into fall as winter comes early in such a northern province. Ifound the castle cold and dark and foreboding, despite the presence ofthe Master, who was young and handsome and extremely wealthy. He and hispretty bride were renowned for their lavish parties and generosity, andanyone in the country, including the Duke of Kennington, was alwayspleased to receive an invitation. I viewed my change of...

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Learning the Chocolate Life Ch 02 Black Mistress

It had been a week since my glorious encounter with Mistress Angie. I swear I can still feel my balls on fire. I had sent numerous IMs but no reply until Thursday. "Stop pestering me you little fuck. I'll contact you not the other way around. You'll just have to wait until I feel you are worthy of another session. Contact me again and I'll show your prissy, sexually dull, blonde haired, blue-eyed wife the little video tape we made together."Video tape? What the fuck! A video tape? Man talk...

2 years ago
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mother vs mistress

She had him...her, yes, her, lying on her back, legs spread, shaved clean below the waist, wearing a pair of vanity fair pink panties, a pink chemise, knee-high lace-up heels, cleanly shaven face and bright red lip gloss…so wet were her lips painted they would have mistaken them for cum-coated…and she was shoving a lubricated vibrator into her panties and rolling it around her clitty and balls and smooth pussy. And she…he…was spreading his sissy shaved legs as wide as he….she could and moaning...

3 years ago
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Kinky Vacation with Mistress

Kinky Vacation with my Mistress Chapter 1 - Arrival at our Nest of Kink by sissy kristie for Ms. SEVEN The trip was planned carefully and long in advance and both my Mistress as well as Her sub, me, were looking forward to this adventure for almost an eternity.? As soon as the opportunity for the real life adventurous encounter was known, my Mistress decided where we should spend the week in a luxurious and remote house in Avignon, France. It did not take very long until the right place was...

1 year ago
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My school teacher Mistress

“And today Amanda you will count them all. I know you were late on purpose. I saw you pull up 10 minutes early. So you will count them all from fifty down to completion. If you forget to count or get the number wrong we will start again. Do you understand?” she said making sure I understood and agreed. “Yes Mistress I will, I will keep count.” The double whacks, one to each cheek started with the count down. She placed them perfectly and sent pleasure running through my already overloaded body....

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Last day with Mistress

Sissy wakes up between Mistress Marcie’s legs, she has grabbed its head and is pulling towards her pussy. This one can smell her arousal and knows what mistress wants, sissy starts to lick, kiss and suck on pussy and clitoris, listening to Mistress’s breathing. Sissy hears a change in breathing so starts to work on clitoris running tongue around and lightly over again and again for what seems like ten to fifteen minutes, suddenly Mistress tenses up and starts to moan very loudly and shake,...

1 year ago
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Second day with Mistress

Mistress Marcie is not happy to have caught sissy richie masturbating when she got back. Mistress takes sissy into the bedroom and cages him, puts on blindfold and ear plugs. Has sissy lay on bed then ties hands a legs spread eagle with head at edge of mattress. Mistress sits on sissy’s face and has him lick her to orgasm, then turns around and slaps sissies’ cock and balls while grinding her butt on sissy face. Has sissy rim and tongue fuck Mistress, this seems like hours of pleasuring...

2 years ago
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Meeting with a Mistress

I felt butterflies in my stomach as I walked and also felt the sensation of my cock receiving more blood and growing slightly in my pants. I shivered due to the winters icy wind as I turned onto the pathway. As I did so I casually looked around and was relieved to see no one was about, and continued down the path to the appointment that I had been fantasising about for the previous few weeks. To be in a situation where it was not me who had to make the decision, or be relied on, or take the...

1 year ago
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Another Session With Mistress

Another Session with Mistress  by tiedbiyouI thought I was ready for Mistress... but I was mistaken. When I heard footsteps approaching slowly I could tell it was her. I was in the middle of the room facing the fireplace. I was on my knees, face down and ass up. I had on my collar and leash holding the leash in my teeth, ready to give it to her. I had my wrist and ankle restraints on and my hands were behind my back. I was naked except for the collar and restraints. There were the assortment of...

3 years ago
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I Love You Mistress

I was at work when my phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, I saw the single letter 'M.' Mistress! I didn't let it ring a second time. From the other end, I heard the smoky, sensual voice say "Come," and I nearly did right there. She hung up, not needing to say anything more. I knew where to go. I left work early, got in my car and drove. It had been nearly three weeks since I last heard from her and I ached to see her again.Some may think it strange to be so obsessed with this woman who I knew...

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Journey of a Maid Journey of a Mistress

journey By Cassandra Morgan - 1 - - Andy's voice - "Me Tarzan, Her Jane!" The first 500 times or so I said it, it might have been amusing. The last 500, people were laughing at me, not with me. But that was okay. I was happy. The music was loud, and the alcohol was flowing, and everyone at Mama Leon's nightclub was happy. Lights flashed. Laughter sounded. People smiled. It was Roleplay Night, which is always a good...

3 years ago
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Dream Mistress

My heart was racing as I looked at my computer screen for you see I had done something I not only thought I would ever do or for that matter gain any actual results from. I guess I should explain what I've done, you see my sexual interests and fantasies would have me deemed as a submissive for the thought of kneeling before, taking a strap-on bigger than my own cock, earning the privilege to cum then gladly cleaning up that filthy mess or better yet commanded to cover my own face in cum. Most...

2 years ago
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The Once and Future Mistress

The Once and Future Mistress By Topaz172 Brighton, England, 1999 Pet's Story: Time is short, the mission must be completed within the next week. beyond that, events have a momentum of their own, and it becomes beyond my ability to influence. The house wasn't anything special, a typical three bedroom semi-detached dwelling squeezed tightly between other identical homes. Trouble was, I wasn't the only one interested in the occupant; a couple of the local kids had been...

2 years ago
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My Wife My Mistress

"My name, to you, is no longer Pamela, unless there is a Mistress before it. Understand?" He mewed his answer in that high-pitched, feminine voice she had required of him. "Uh huh, uh-huh-uh-huh," always ending with an up- note, as if asking a question. When she was asking him to do something to humiliate himself, that questioning note meant that he was asking if she would grant him the privilege of carrying out whatever order would be issues. "You, on the other hand, will be called...

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Miss Marks The New Head Mistress Chapter Five The Formidable Form Mistress

It was a masterpiece.There was no other way of describing the work of art that had mysteriously appeared on the whiteboard in Mrs. Halliday’s Form class. The picture covered almost the entire board, was awash with colour and would give the Year Twelve girls in Nancy Halliday’s Form class a damned good laugh when they walked into the room at 8.40am that morning.It was a portrait that even the mysterious Banksy would have been proud of, but there would be no way that this would be removed from...

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My Mistress

I sat in alone in my office at 11:00 p.m. on a Thursday night in April, preparing an important motion in a multi-million dollar malpractice suit. After editing the final draft I sat back and took a deep breath. I was exhausted, and, oddly enough, pretty horny. The wife was out of town and somehow I couldn't stand the thought of spending the night with just my hand. Shaking off the sordid thoughts that were roaming through my head, I stood up and began the walk down the empty hallway to my...

1 year ago
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beloved mistress

He was eagerly awaiting the return of his mistress. The thought of her snow white skin and dark soft hair, her voluptuous feminine figure, her gentle hands and beautiful feet, and the toy she sometimes wore for him made his ass clench with anticipation and his spine tingle. He was kneeling on the floor in front of the entrance door, wearing nothing but a leather collar and black lace thong. the way the thong chaffed against his ass hole made him excited- even at work where he was a strong...

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Subgirl The Rape Mistress

The Hydreaus Plague SubgirlTheRape Mistress      ??????????? Her codename was Subgirl.? However she was not a sub even though what a girl she was at five foot nine with long blond hair, blue eyes set in a lovely face and a long legged, shapely build.? When naked, which was how Subgirl always worked her body was quite something to look at with her long silky legs, smooth shaved pussy, round hips and ass, a small waist and full breasts with pink nipples and her soft skin tanned from head to...

3 years ago
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A Maid For Mistress

Ariele shopped for weeks looking for the perfect outfit. Heels of black leather boots that rose above her knees almost to her thigh, clicked rhythmically on the light oak floor under her feet, as she made cat liked strides towards you. She swings the riding crop up in the air before she stops dead in front of your  handsome face.Looking down she says sternly. "Are you ready to serve your Mistress, in the manner to which she deserves? "  "Yes My Goddess," you say to her respectfully. "Very well...

3 years ago
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Heros Mistress

Chapter 1 Young blonde Peggy Davis worried all the way into town on Saturday morning that this was a mistake. She knew it was Bob's idea and she always went along with whatever her husband told her, as he was the man of the house even when he was away on a cruise. She was not like some of those Navy wives she could mention who couldn't wait until their husbands were away at sea so that they could run things their own way again. Why, she knew women who had whole wardrobes,...

3 years ago
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serving my mistress

This is a continuation of my last story picking up after I moved in with my mistress Denise, as her slave. I have already gave myself completely to her, and now I will help her get whatever she wants I woke up early, got out of my room (witch was really more of a closet) and begin with my shores around my mistress house. Picking up things, making her breakfast, and becoming the living room. I love doing my mistress chores. Suddenly I hear noises coming from my mistress room; I finish off her...

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What We Do for LoveChapter 6 Boy Serves His Mistress

When I arrived home, mistress was in my bed and so was girl. I turned on the ensuite bathroom light and left the door cracked so I could see to undress. The covers were pulled away from their upper bodies, and I could see their even breathing. Again both were naked, both were snuggled together and both were sound asleep. There was plenty of room in the bed for me to join my two favorite females however I stood next to the bed for some minutes, just looking at them before I slid under the...

1 year ago
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Sissy Mistress

"Did you finish that report fag!" "Yes." I handed the report that I had spent all night and into the early hours this morning completing to Jonathan. He snatched it from my hand and headed straight to the boardroom. Jonathan was the spoiled son of the owner of the company I worked for. He was in fact my manager and a complete prick! No doubt he would be passing the report off as his own to the board and getting all the praise for a job well done. His father was a traditional man and...

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Good morning Mistress

It was 9 o’clock in the morning. I grabbed the plate with a steaming cup of coffee and two muffins, - one chocolate and one vanilla, - and quietly entered the bedroom. Mistress was still sleeping. Her naked body was almost covered with the floral blanket with one breast out. Her large brown nipple was stiff. I closed the door behind me after I first put the plate with the coffee and breakfast on the low table. Then I took a precious moment to admire my Mistress. She was so sweet when She was...

3 years ago
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Making of a Mistress

Making of a Mistress Is a dominatrix born or made? Read on and decide. Chapter 1 - Susan - Susan and Judy's early sexual experiencesChapter 2 - Karen - Ken's early sexual experienceChapter 3 - Susan Again - Susan and Ken's first sessionChapter 4 - Susan Gains Control - Susan gains sexual dominanceChapter 5 - A Girl and her Toys - Susan learns how to use toysChapter 6 - A Girl's Best Friend - Susan learns more toysChapter 7 - Judy - Judy...

1 year ago
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Ghost Mistress

This is my first attempt at writing a story. I have borrowed ideas from many stories that I have read on the net, but the overall idea is one that came from the gray matter between my ears. Ghost Mistress By xyzpdqus Chapter 1 Once upon a time... not really. I bought an old Victorian fixer-upper house. It was in an older part of town. The place was a firetrap. The attic and basement were filled with old newspapers and unsalvageable junk. As soon as I moved in, I...

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Mistress

My wife (Airlia) and I are open minded when it comes to sex. We are pretty much into everything, but at the moment we found ourselves going to a for a bit of fun. We have been to our mistress four or five times so far and we both enjoy watching the other getting abused, especially Airlia when my mistress uses her strapon with me, but this session is one I will remember for a long time to come. I found myself standing, legs apart, my arms outstretched above me, cuffed to chains hanging from the...

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My Mistress

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...

3 years ago
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Dont trust an online Mistress

Sorry for the spelling but I'm just a dumb sissy blond bimbo!Don't trust an online Mistress!!As I write this my cock is in a pink chastity cage, but Miss says I'm not to call it a cock now. I have to call my cock, my sissy clitty. I used to have a big ish cock, when hard just over 6 inches long and real thick with a huge vain. Now my clitty is locked up, with the smallest pink chastity cage imported from China. Mistress D shows it to anyone who will look! When they laugh at me I have tried...

3 years ago
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Never Disrespect a Mistress

As I was driving my Mistress home, I knew I was in big trouble. When I have a couple of beers, it naturally removes the protective filters and I’ll let my guard down. The woman who waited on us was absolutely stunning, and I guess I was flirting with her a little bit which Mistress picked up on immediately. I am not allowed to make eye contact with other women let alone stare at a woman’s breast, but the waitress was wearing a provocative outfit which enhanced her shapely figure. When she...

3 years ago
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sub becomes His Mistress

The atmosphere was amazing. I had never seen so beautiful a Mistress with such submissive male slaves as we had tonight. The performance in the under-ground club was electric as the Mistress showed us how devoted her sluts were. I must admit that watching them was fascinating, almost like seeing a male image of myself as they craved the pain and humiliation she dished out. One soft stroke of her hand against their skin, one quiet word of praise. made it all worthwhile to them. But they took so...

2 years ago
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Chastitys Vacation with Mistress

Chastity's Vacation with Mistress"Are you dressed yet?" Mistress whined as I looked longer than she wantedto slip my skirt and tank top on. It really shouldn't have taken a long time,but I got distracted with the view. It was only the parking lot but so manycars and people we're roaming around in it. We we're staying in a casino resort;it was a beautiful place with murals everywhere. As soon as I got my skirton and heels we were out the door. Slightly embarrassed by my clothes becausethe tank...

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