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The Story of my Submission The Story of my Submission

Hello, this is Lisa. I am 26 years old and I would like to share the story of my submission with you. I have been authorised by my Mistress to write and to publish this story. Every word is true, and the email addresses I will state in the end are also real.

To begin with I would like to say that I am actually lesbian. It is true that my first sexual experiences, which occurred during my school time when I was about 15 years old, were with men. But that never satisfied me. In fact I tried it with many men, but I found that all of them just wanted to use my holes to dumb their cum into them. It was the same with all men of all ages. Since I am by nature a rather submissive type of person, I usually allowed them to have their go with me. However none of them was ever able to get even the slightest glimpse of how sexuality works from the female point of view. I frequently discussed my worries with Sandra, my best friend. She really understood me on the deepest, most intimate level. She understood that what I needed was not just some quick intrusion between the legs, but rather a level of sexuality stimulating mind and soul and articulating a feeling which actually deserves to be called ?LOVE?. In fact whenever I chatted with Sandra about my unfortunate sexual experiences and when I felt how intimately understanding she was, I had no greater wish than enjoying tenderness with her. However I never dared to reveal my wishes. I thought it was an absolute taboo topic. I was afraid I might lose her if I came up with it. However it seems she just read it in my eyes. One day when we were sitting together again, she suddenly just started kissing me. She gave me the most intensive and passionate tongue kiss I had ever experienced. Then she just hugged me and held me tight. Tenderly she whispered into my ear: ?You can live out your feelings with me. I love you, Lisa!?. I was in heaven. Her kiss had touched something deep inside me. Sandra was inundating me with feelings I had never felt before. On that evening I made love to a woman for the first time. The sensations I had were beyond anything which could ever be described in words. From then onwards we made love to each other almost every day. And we enjoyed it to the utmost. However, as years passed by, I felt that there was an emotion hidden deep inside me, which Sandra never recognised. It was my submissiveness. First it was just a rather undefined feeling which came to my mind only from time to time. However at the age of 19 I realised that more and more it became a passion winning power over me. I told Sandra that in order to fully develop my love to her I would need to place her above myself and submit to her. Sandra could not understand that. She said she respected me too much to do nasty things to me. Meanwhile my submissive passion and my wish to be trained by a truly dominant woman grew stronger and stronger. Since Sandra really understood me on a deep level she knew that she was no more able to give me what my heart was longing for. So with Sandra?s agreement I went to SM-clubs to look for my Mistress. It had to be someone who would love and understand me as Sandra did, who would however see that the only way to love me was to dominate me. After I had kissed the feet of many Mistresses with whom things did not work out, I finally found Mrs. Right. It is my beloved Mistress whom I am serving until today and whom I will hopefully serve to the end of my days. Her name is Mistress Karina. With Her, things were different from the very beginning. When I met Her for the first time ? it was on a private lesbian SM-party ?, there immediately was some kind of magic between us. When my eyes met Her strict gaze, and when I saw the sublime and superior posture underlining the stunning beauty of Her immaculate body, I immediately wanted to submit to Her. Her gaze in turn was fixated upon me, suggesting that I was of interest to Her. I was just able to feel that She wanted me. So without speaking I simply knelt down in front of Her. From that day onwards I am having the honour of regarding myself as Her slave. I became a slave sister to Tina, being the other slave my Mistress calls Her own. I moved to my Mistress?s estate, a spacious and elegantly furnished mansion on the countryside close to Heidelberg, where I, together with Tina, am serving all my Mistress?s needs. From the very beginning my Mistress understood exactly what I needed. She saw that in my soul there was a submissive potential which had to be formed. And She did form it. Through Her training She guided me where I had always wanted to be. The stronger my trust in Her became the more did I want to serve Her. At the beginning of my submission the focus of my Mistress?s training was on making me drink Her golden nectar, which I enjoyed to the utmost. It usually began with my Mistress ordering me to worship Her vagina with my tongue. When my Mistress felt stimulated to exude Her golden nectar into me, I instinctively confined my lips around Her vagina trying to catch as much of the precious liquid as I possibly could. After the nectar flow had subsided I passionately lapped up from the ground whatever I had spilled. I was so anxious not to waste even the smallest bit of my Mistress?s gift that I took up drops that had been spilled on my face or breasts with the tip of my finger and brought them into my mouth as well. On a regular basis I was also ordered to drink Tina?s golden nectar for my Mistress?s enjoyment. After I had been trained to perfectly serve as a receptacle for bodily liquids with great submissive passion, my Mistress took things one step further. My Mistress?s throne was constructed in such a way that the seat could be taken down. Underneath the seat there was an opening under which there was an empty space just big enough for me to get my head into. When my head was in position my nose was just looking out of the opening. So when my Mistress sat down on Her thus prepared throne, Her weight was mainly supported by the construction. However since Her buttocks lowered into the opening, they firmly rested on my face with the anal opening positioned right above my mouth. Having assumed this position my Mistress pointed out to me that after having learned how to properly service Her vagina I was now to learn how to service Her anus. This transcended anything I had ever thought of even in my wildest fantasies. However it seemed to me that my Mistress knew exactly what was going on in my mind. She knew that in order to become acquainted with this level of submission I had to overcome enormous obstacles. But since She understands my innermost nature better than I ever did myself, She saw that if She made me overcome these obstacles, I would love Her all the more for that. Reading my soul like an open book She understood that basically my submissive potential was so strong that I could be lead to enjoy a number of things which I at present still found disgusting. She saw Herself as a door opener. Tearing down my obstacles one after the other She was able to push me into higher and higher realms of the heavens of submissive passion. It was on this background that She started training me in worshipping Her anus. As She was sitting on Her throne with Her backside lowered on my face, She ordered me to spread Her buttocks so that Her divine anal opening was revealed and accessible to my tongue. Next I was ordered to worship Her anus with my tongue. It was anything but easy for me to do this. However as I followed Her various specifications of how my tongue was to massage Her anus, I could hear Her moan with pleasure. As I heard this, I began to love what I did. I was overwhelmed with joy that I was able to serve my Mistress in a way pleasing Her as much as Her moans suggested it did. From session to session I felt more in love with this practice. Passionately my tongue stimulated my Mistress?s anus first from the outside. When through the stimulation Her sphincter had widened, I pressed my tongue inside passionately caressing Her anus inwardly. The more often I was allowed to serve my Mistress in that way, the more I grew addicted to worshipping my Mistress?s anus. One day, when my Mistress felt I was ready and actually really craving for it, She had a special gift for me. When my tongue was again worshipping Her anus, Her rectal heaven?s gate slowly opened and a portion of my Mistress?s fragrant brown cream came out of it. I did not have to be told what to do with it. I regarded it as the most precious gift I had received from my Mistress until then. I confined my mouth around Her anal opening and gratefully savoured all of the delicious cream my Mistress was inclined to share with me. That had been a totally new experience for me. It was mind blowing ? not to be compared to anything I had experienced until then. My Mistress had opened the door to the next higher realm in the heavens of submission for me. Now I longed to enjoy the fruits of this realm as frequently as possible. Knowing how much I was addicted to it, my Mistress generously reserved half of Her brown cream for me. The other half was reserved for Tina. To Her additional enjoyment my Mistress from time to time also ordered Tina to fill my toilet mouth with her brown cream. I understand that viewing this was a particular turn on for Her, as She frequently masturbated when She was watching us. After I was trained to serve as a perfect receptacle for brown cream, my Mistress had the next thing in mind for me: I was to be made sexually available to men. When my Mistress announced this for the first time I was devastated. I never put into question that I would always trustfully carry out whatever my Mistress ordered me. And in fact, always when I had obstacles against what my Mistress had in mind for me I ended up quite happy that I allowed for these obstacles to be torn down. However despite this I had always hoped that my Mistress would respect my taboo of not having sexual intercourse with men, and that She would keep me as a lesbian slave girl. But undepending what these first thoughts of mine may have been, it once more turned out that my Mistress understood my submissive potential better then I did myself. In fact there was just a new door which my Mistress was about to open for me. Again my Mistress introduced me slowly into this new level of submission giving me the chance of getting acquainted with it step by step. First my Mistress invited one of Her closest friends, Mistress Sabrina, to Her mansion. Mistress Sabrina brought Her slave, Ronald, with Her. After my Mistress and Mistress Sabrina had enjoyed a convenient chat with each other, we went to the ?play room?. Both Mistresses sat on the throne together which was easily spacious enough for that. Then Robert was instructed to carry out sexual intercourse with me for both Mistresses? amusement. As I was being penetrated I observed how both Mistresses masturbated as they watched us. Before long my Mistress ordered Tina before the throne and made Her lick Her vagina. Mistress Sabrina took a vibrator out of Her bag with which She penetrated Herself. Viewing my and Robert?s sexual intercourse aroused both Mistress?s that much that soon the entire room was filled with their screams of orgasm. I had never seen my Mistress like this. In fact I had never seen anybody like this. I had frequently licked my Mistress to wild orgasms. But this time the fountain of Her ejaculation was that extreme that Tina as she was licking my Mistress was not even able to catch half of it. Much of the orgasmic liquids my Mistress exuded, squirted down onto my body as it was penetrated by Robert directly in front of the throne. When I observed this I initially understood what it was that brought the two Mistress?s to such an ecstasy. It was not all too special to observe a couple enjoying sexual intercourse. What made this incident special was that here a strictly lesbian girl was forced to have sexual intercourse with a man. I now understood that this must have been extraordinarily stimulating to my Mistress?s dominant passion. This gave Her ultimate power over my sexuality. At the same time I knew that my submission to my Mistress would never have been complete if I had insisted on my proudly cultivated lesbian disposition, which unacceptably restricted the power my Mistress was able to exercise over me. Thus, my sexual intercourse with Robert was a symbol, a symbol that I had given myself into my Mistress?s hands totally and unconditionally. In fact it was not Robert who penetrated me. I was being penetrated by my Mistress who had chosen Robert as Her tool of penetration. With this understanding in mind, I began to love what I did. I had no greater wish than delivering myself to my Mistress with all my heart and all my soul. Since by now I recognised that my lesbian reservations had been the major impediment to this what I am longing for, I started to develop the wish that in the future my Mistress would frequently have me penetrated by men to further and further break down my personal preferences and to strengthen Her power over me. It seems that this was my Mistress?s vision for my future, too. The arrangement with Robert was my Mistress?s way of granting me a slow and merciful introduction. My Mistress had chosen Her friend?s slave as my first ?lover?, since he was controllable, and could be instructed how exactly he had to penetrate me. After my Mistress had observed that the act had served well to tear down my obstacles, She started the real thing on me. Before long I found myself being penetrated in front of the throne again. At this time my Mistress had however not chosen a slave, but a dominant man to be my sexual partner. His name was Master Ronald. In fact he was one of my Mistress?s old friends, one of those people together with whom my Mistress had already dominated innumerable slaves ? mainly on private SM-parties that took place in either Her own mansion or in the habitation of other members of the circle. As my Mistress had the kindness to let me know, Master Ronald was one of Her most intimate friends, meaning that on several occasions my Mistress had granted him the honour of letting him make love to Her. Thus my Mistress knew of Master Ronald?s gigantic member which had the unbelievable size of 25 cm, and She was very well aware what this organ could do to a woman. It goes without saying that when Master Ronald was given the honour of making love to my Mistress he used his sexual potential exactly following Her instructions. In case of me, my Mistress however gave him the freedom for relentless penetration to his full satisfaction in which ever way he liked best. On diverse SM-parties my Mistress had already observed Master Ronald brutally penetrating numberless slave girls. So this was just the right man to drive out any lesbian pride and reservations against sexual intercourse with men that I may still have cherished in my mind. When I was fully exposed lying on my back in front of the throne, Master Ronald first stood over my head, bent down to grab and drag up my head, held it fixated in his two hands in the height of his pelvis and inserted his fully erected 25 cm member into my mouth. Thrust after thrust he forced it down into my throat. He made me gag on it to such an extent that tears came into my eyes. The position he chose gave him total power over me. My head was hanging in his hands unsupported by my own body. So adding to the motion of his pelvis he was able to press my head against his body at each thrust. That way he ensured that his gigantic member fully and relentlessly entered me. Before long he shot his first load into my body. His second load erupted when he was brutally penetrating me vaginally. As my head was again on the ground I was able to look up to the throne where I saw that my Mistress was pleasing Herself with a vibrator. Tina was on this occasion not chosen to worship my Mistress?s vagina. So she was just kneeling next to the throne. After Master Ronald was finished with my vaginal orifice something happened, which I had not expected. He made me change position and get on all fours. While I thought He just wanted to take me from behind, to my dismay it turned out that it was not just that. Unexpectedly and with brutal force he drove his gigantic member into my anus making me suffer incredible agony. Not that my anus had never been penetrated ? among those men who took advantage of me before Lisa converted me to lesbianhood, many insisted on taking me anally. However their members were all significantly smaller than Master Ronald?s tremendous organ. When my Mistress saw me being taken anally by Master Ronald and when She observed the pain I was willing to take for Her pleasure I could hear Her moans intensify. But yet, before long I noticed a break when She suddenly rose from the throne to remove the seat from it. Without she needed to be told, Tina immediately got into position with her face under the throne so that my Mistress was able to place Her anus on Tina?s mouth. As I was being penetrated directly in front of the throne, Tina had to place most of her body under mine, with legs stretched out to both sides, to have sufficient room for assuming position. I understood that my Mistress demanded additional stimulation because She wanted to enjoy my current ordeal to the utmost. Master Ronald kept penetrating my anus with relentless force for another ten minutes. The pain it caused me was so intense that tears were running over my cheeks. At the same time I heard my Mistress screaming with pleasure at the top of Her lungs. I knew Tina, expertly applying her tongue, was worshipping my Mistress?s anus, eagerly making use of her refined skills of anal worship. Meanwhile, with my face no more than one metre away from my Mistress?s lap, I was able to behold how She stimulated Her divine vagina with the vibrator. I observed that the view of me being anally penetrated caused Her to move the vibrator with steadily increasing speed and intensity. The screams She made in Her total ecstasy seemed unreal and like messages from another world of incomprehensible joy. Finally taking the vibrator out of Her divine vagina She gave a cry that was literally tearing the skies. Her vagina exploded into an ejaculation shooting a tremendous fountain of Her innermost essence directly into my face. I opened my mouth as wide as possible to get as much of Her precious gift as I somehow could. Much of what I could not catch landed on my cheeks where it mingled with my tears that were still wetting them. Much also landed on Tina?s body from where I eagerly lapped it up. Despite the incredible pain it meant for me, as I witnessed how much my ordeal pleased my Mistress, my wish to serve and to please Her in that way became predominant over any other emotions there may have been in my mind. My Mistress could feel that I was now totally Her?s ? with body, mind and soul. From now onwards She frequently invited dominant men who all treated me in much the same way as Master Ronald had done. I think that way I got to know all Masters being members of my Misstress?s SM-circle. My Mistress also organised SM-parties on which I was now serving as the main attraction. This did not only mean that all my orifices were available to be penetrated by all Mistresses and Masters, it also meant that both female and male dominants were invited to make use of my toilet services. Thus many dominant women and men enjoyed feeding me with their golden liquid or brown cream. All of this happened under the eyes of my Mistress who tremendously enjoyed my taboo free servitude.

If readers of this story should feel interested in using me, they may contact my Mistress. She is quite open minded about making me available to new people, if they appear sympathetic to Her. My Mistress?s email-address is: [email protected] . If there is something you would like to share with myself you may write to: [email protected] . Please be aware that I am not in the position to choose my own sexual partners. So if you hope to be chosen for sexual interaction with me, please write to my Mistress directly. As my Mistress does enjoy seeing me involved in humiliating and painful sexual activities, especially brutal men with particularly big members are encouraged to apply. Within the scope of possibilities mentioned in the account I gave, such men are normally given the opportunity to live out their desires to the fullest. However it needs to be stressed that it all happens under the eyes and under the control of my Mistress. This is both for Her satisfaction and for my protection. Whether or not my Mistress chooses to get actively involved, depends on how far Her personal sympathies for the applicant go.

The Story of my Submission

Hello, this is Lisa. I am 26 years old and I would like to share the story of my submission with you. I have been authorised by my Mistress to write and to publish this story. Every word is true, and the email addresses I will state in the end are also real.

To begin with I would like to say that I am actually lesbian. It is true that my first sexual experiences, which occurred during my school time when I was about 15 years old, were with men. But that never satisfied me. In fact I tried it with many men, but I found that all of them just wanted to use my holes to dumb their cum into them. It was the same with all men of all ages. Since I am by nature a rather submissive type of person, I usually allowed them to have their go with me. However none of them was ever able to get even the slightest glimpse of how sexuality works from the female point of view. I frequently discussed my worries with Sandra, my best friend. She really understood me on the deepest, most intimate level. She understood that what I needed was not just some quick intrusion between the legs, but rather a level of sexuality stimulating mind and soul and articulating a feeling which actually deserves to be called ?LOVE?. In fact whenever I chatted with Sandra about my unfortunate sexual experiences and when I felt how intimately understanding she was, I had no greater wish than enjoying tenderness with her. However I never dared to reveal my wishes. I thought it was an absolute taboo topic. I was afraid I might lose her if I came up with it. However it seems she just read it in my eyes. One day when we were sitting together again, she suddenly just started kissing me. She gave me the most intensive and passionate tongue kiss I had ever experienced. Then she just hugged me and held me tight. Tenderly she whispered into my ear: ?You can live out your feelings with me. I love you, Lisa!?. I was in heaven. Her kiss had touched something deep inside me. Sandra was inundating me with feelings I had never felt before. On that evening I made love to a woman for the first time. The sensations I had were beyond anything which could ever be described in words. From then onwards we made love to each other almost every day. And we enjoyed it to the utmost. However, as years passed by, I felt that there was an emotion hidden deep inside me, which Sandra never recognised. It was my submissiveness. First it was just a rather undefined feeling which came to my mind only from time to time. However at the age of 19 I realised that more and more it became a passion winning power over me. I told Sandra that in order to fully develop my love to her I would need to place her above myself and submit to her. Sandra could not understand that. She said she respected me too much to do nasty things to me. Meanwhile my submissive passion and my wish to be trained by a truly dominant woman grew stronger and stronger. Since Sandra really understood me on a deep level she knew that she was no more able to give me what my heart was longing for. So with Sandra?s agreement I went to SM-clubs to look for my Mistress. It had to be someone who would love and understand me as Sandra did, who would however see that the only way to love me was to dominate me. After I had kissed the feet of many Mistresses with whom things did not work out, I finally found Mrs. Right. It is my beloved Mistress whom I am serving until today and whom I will hopefully serve to the end of my days. Her name is Mistress Karina. With Her, things were different from the very beginning. When I met Her for the first time ? it was on a private lesbian SM-party ?, there immediately was some kind of magic between us. When my eyes met Her strict gaze, and when I saw the sublime and superior posture underlining the stunning beauty of Her immaculate body, I immediately wanted to submit to Her. Her gaze in turn was fixated upon me, suggesting that I was of interest to Her. I was just able to feel that She wanted me. So without speaking I simply knelt down in front of Her. From that day onwards I am having the honour of regarding myself as Her slave. I became a slave sister to Tina, being the other slave my Mistress calls Her own. I moved to my Mistress?s estate, a spacious and elegantly furnished mansion on the countryside close to Heidelberg, where I, together with Tina, am serving all my Mistress?s needs. From the very beginning my Mistress understood exactly what I needed. She saw that in my soul there was a submissive potential which had to be formed. And She did form it. Through Her training She guided me where I had always wanted to be. The stronger my trust in Her became the more did I want to serve Her. At the beginning of my submission the focus of my Mistress?s training was on making me drink Her golden nectar, which I enjoyed to the utmost. It usually began with my Mistress ordering me to worship Her vagina with my tongue. When my Mistress felt stimulated to exude Her golden nectar into me, I instinctively confined my lips around Her vagina trying to catch as much of the precious liquid as I possibly could. After the nectar flow had subsided I passionately lapped up from the ground whatever I had spilled. I was so anxious not to waste even the smallest bit of my Mistress?s gift that I took up drops that had been spilled on my face or breasts with the tip of my finger and brought them into my mouth as well. On a regular basis I was also ordered to drink Tina?s golden nectar for my Mistress?s enjoyment. After I had been trained to perfectly serve as a receptacle for bodily liquids with great submissive passion, my Mistress took things one step further. My Mistress?s throne was constructed in such a way that the seat could be taken down. Underneath the seat there was an opening under which there was an empty space just big enough for me to get my head into. When my head was in position my nose was just looking out of the opening. So when my Mistress sat down on Her thus prepared throne, Her weight was mainly supported by the construction. However since Her buttocks lowered into the opening, they firmly rested on my face with the anal opening positioned right above my mouth. Having assumed this position my Mistress pointed out to me that after having learned how to properly service Her vagina I was now to learn how to service Her anus. This transcended anything I had ever thought of even in my wildest fantasies. However it seemed to me that my Mistress knew exactly what was going on in my mind. She knew that in order to become acquainted with this level of submission I had to overcome enormous obstacles. But since She understands my innermost nature better than I ever did myself, She saw that if She made me overcome these obstacles, I would love Her all the more for that. Reading my soul like an open book She understood that basically my submissive potential was so strong that I could be lead to enjoy a number of things which I at present still found disgusting. She saw Herself as a door opener. Tearing down my obstacles one after the other She was able to push me into higher and higher realms of the heavens of submissive passion. It was on this background that She started training me in worshipping Her anus. As She was sitting on Her throne with Her backside lowered on my face, She ordered me to spread Her buttocks so that Her divine anal opening was revealed and accessible to my tongue. Next I was ordered to worship Her anus with my tongue. It was anything but easy for me to do this. However as I followed Her various specifications of how my tongue was to massage Her anus, I could hear Her moan with pleasure. As I heard this, I began to love what I did. I was overwhelmed with joy that I was able to serve my Mistress in a way pleasing Her as much as Her moans suggested it did. From session to session I felt more in love with this practice. Passionately my tongue stimulated my Mistress?s anus first from the outside. When through the stimulation Her sphincter had widened, I pressed my tongue inside passionately caressing Her anus inwardly. The more often I was allowed to serve my Mistress in that way, the more I grew addicted to worshipping my Mistress?s anus. One day, when my Mistress felt I was ready and actually really craving for it, She had a special gift for me. When my tongue was again worshipping Her anus, Her rectal heaven?s gate slowly opened and a portion of my Mistress?s fragrant brown cream came out of it. I did not have to be told what to do with it. I regarded it as the most precious gift I had received from my Mistress until then. I confined my mouth around Her anal opening and gratefully savoured all of the delicious cream my Mistress was inclined to share with me. That had been a totally new experience for me. It was mind blowing ? not to be compared to anything I had experienced until then. My Mistress had opened the door to the next higher realm in the heavens of submission for me. Now I longed to enjoy the fruits of this realm as frequently as possible. Knowing how much I was addicted to it, my Mistress generously reserved half of Her brown cream for me. The other half was reserved for Tina. To Her additional enjoyment my Mistress from time to time also ordered Tina to fill my toilet mouth with her brown cream. I understand that viewing this was a particular turn on for Her, as She frequently masturbated when She was watching us. After I was trained to serve as a perfect receptacle for brown cream, my Mistress had the next thing in mind for me: I was to be made sexually available to men. When my Mistress announced this for the first time I was devastated. I never put into question that I would always trustfully carry out whatever my Mistress ordered me. And in fact, always when I had obstacles against what my Mistress had in mind for me I ended up quite happy that I allowed for these obstacles to be torn down. However despite this I had always hoped that my Mistress would respect my taboo of not having sexual intercourse with men, and that She would keep me as a lesbian slave girl. But undepending what these first thoughts of mine may have been, it once more turned out that my Mistress understood my submissive potential better then I did myself. In fact there was just a new door which my Mistress was about to open for me. Again my Mistress introduced me slowly into this new level of submission giving me the chance of getting acquainted with it step by step. First my Mistress invited one of Her closest friends, Mistress Sabrina, to Her mansion. Mistress Sabrina brought Her slave, Ronald, with Her. After my Mistress and Mistress Sabrina had enjoyed a convenient chat with each other, we went to the ?play room?. Both Mistresses sat on the throne together which was easily spacious enough for that. Then Robert was instructed to carry out sexual intercourse with me for both Mistresses? amusement. As I was being penetrated I observed how both Mistresses masturbated as they watched us. Before long my Mistress ordered Tina before the throne and made Her lick Her vagina. Mistress Sabrina took a vibrator out of Her bag with which She penetrated Herself. Viewing my and Robert?s sexual intercourse aroused both Mistress?s that much that soon the entire room was filled with their screams of orgasm. I had never seen my Mistress like this. In fact I had never seen anybody like this. I had frequently licked my Mistress to wild orgasms. But this time the fountain of Her ejaculation was that extreme that Tina as she was licking my Mistress was not even able to catch half of it. Much of the orgasmic liquids my Mistress exuded, squirted down onto my body as it was penetrated by Robert directly in front of the throne. When I observed this I initially understood what it was that brought the two Mistress?s to such an ecstasy. It was not all too special to observe a couple enjoying sexual intercourse. What made this incident special was that here a strictly lesbian girl was forced to have sexual intercourse with a man. I now understood that this must have been extraordinarily stimulating to my Mistress?s dominant passion. This gave Her ultimate power over my sexuality. At the same time I knew that my submission to my Mistress would never have been complete if I had insisted on my proudly cultivated lesbian disposition, which unacceptably restricted the power my Mistress was able to exercise over me. Thus, my sexual intercourse with Robert was a symbol, a symbol that I had given myself into my Mistress?s hands totally and unconditionally. In fact it was not Robert who penetrated me. I was being penetrated by my Mistress who had chosen Robert as Her tool of penetration. With this understanding in mind, I began to love what I did. I had no greater wish than delivering myself to my Mistress with all my heart and all my soul. Since by now I recognised that my lesbian reservations had been the major impediment to this what I am longing for, I started to develop the wish that in the future my Mistress would frequently have me penetrated by men to further and further break down my personal preferences and to strengthen Her power over me. It seems that this was my Mistress?s vision for my future, too. The arrangement with Robert was my Mistress?s way of granting me a slow and merciful introduction. My Mistress had chosen Her friend?s slave as my first ?lover?, since he was controllable, and could be instructed how exactly he had to penetrate me. After my Mistress had observed that the act had served well to tear down my obstacles, She started the real thing on me. Before long I found myself being penetrated in front of the throne again. At this time my Mistress had however not chosen a slave, but a dominant man to be my sexual partner. His name was Master Ronald. In fact he was one of my Mistress?s old friends, one of those people together with whom my Mistress had already dominated innumerable slaves ? mainly on private SM-parties that took place in either Her own mansion or in the habitation of other members of the circle. As my Mistress had the kindness to let me know, Master Ronald was one of Her most intimate friends, meaning that on several occasions my Mistress had granted him the honour of letting him make love to Her. Thus my Mistress knew of Master Ronald?s gigantic member which had the unbelievable size of 25 cm, and She was very well aware what this organ could do to a woman. It goes without saying that when Master Ronald was given the honour of making love to my Mistress he used his sexual potential exactly following Her instructions. In case of me, my Mistress however gave him the freedom for relentless penetration to his full satisfaction in which ever way he liked best. On diverse SM-parties my Mistress had already observed Master Ronald brutally penetrating numberless slave girls. So this was just the right man to drive out any lesbian pride and reservations against sexual intercourse with men that I may still have cherished in my mind. When I was fully exposed lying on my back in front of the throne, Master Ronald first stood over my head, bent down to grab and drag up my head, held it fixated in his two hands in the height of his pelvis and inserted his fully erected 25 cm member into my mouth. Thrust after thrust he forced it down into my throat. He made me gag on it to such an extent that tears came into my eyes. The position he chose gave him total power over me. My head was hanging in his hands unsupported by my own body. So adding to the motion of his pelvis he was able to press my head against his body at each thrust. That way he ensured that his gigantic member fully and relentlessly entered me. Before long he shot his first load into my body. His second load erupted when he was brutally penetrating me vaginally. As my head was again on the ground I was able to look up to the throne where I saw that my Mistress was pleasing Herself with a vibrator. Tina was on this occasion not chosen to worship my Mistress?s vagina. So she was just kneeling next to the throne. After Master Ronald was finished with my vaginal orifice something happened, which I had not expected. He made me change position and get on all fours. While I thought He just wanted to take me from behind, to my dismay it turned out that it was not just that. Unexpectedly and with brutal force he drove his gigantic member into my anus making me suffer incredible agony. Not that my anus had never been penetrated ? among those men who took advantage of me before Lisa converted me to lesbianhood, many insisted on taking me anally. However their members were all significantly smaller than Master Ronald?s tremendous organ. When my Mistress saw me being taken anally by Master Ronald and when She observed the pain I was willing to take for Her pleasure I could hear Her moans intensify. But yet, before long I noticed a break when She suddenly rose from the throne to remove the seat from it. Without she needed to be told, Tina immediately got into position with her face under the throne so that my Mistress was able to place Her anus on Tina?s mouth. As I was being penetrated directly in front of the throne, Tina had to place most of her body under mine, with legs stretched out to both sides, to have sufficient room for assuming position. I understood that my Mistress demanded additional stimulation because She wanted to enjoy my current ordeal to the utmost. Master Ronald kept penetrating my anus with relentless force for another ten minutes. The pain it caused me was so intense that tears were running over my cheeks. At the same time I heard my Mistress screaming with pleasure at the top of Her lungs. I knew Tina, expertly applying her tongue, was worshipping my Mistress?s anus, eagerly making use of her refined skills of anal worship. Meanwhile, with my face no more than one metre away from my Mistress?s lap, I was able to behold how She stimulated Her divine vagina with the vibrator. I observed that the view of me being anally penetrated caused Her to move the vibrator with steadily increasing speed and intensity. The screams She made in Her total ecstasy seemed unreal and like messages from another world of incomprehensible joy. Finally taking the vibrator out of Her divine vagina She gave a cry that was literally tearing the skies. Her vagina exploded into an ejaculation shooting a tremendous fountain of Her innermost essence directly into my face. I opened my mouth as wide as possible to get as much of Her precious gift as I somehow could. Much of what I could not catch landed on my cheeks where it mingled with my tears that were still wetting them. Much also landed on Tina?s body from where I eagerly lapped it up. Despite the incredible pain it meant for me, as I witnessed how much my ordeal pleased my Mistress, my wish to serve and to please Her in that way became predominant over any other emotions there may have been in my mind. My Mistress could feel that I was now totally Her?s ? with body, mind and soul. From now onwards She frequently invited dominant men who all treated me in much the same way as Master Ronald had done. I think that way I got to know all Masters being members of my Misstress?s SM-circle. My Mistress also organised SM-parties on which I was now serving as the main attraction. This did not only mean that all my orifices were available to be penetrated by all Mistresses and Masters, it also meant that both female and male dominants were invited to make use of my toilet services. Thus many dominant women and men enjoyed feeding me with their golden liquid or brown cream. All of this happened under the eyes of my Mistress who tremendously enjoyed my taboo free servitude.

If readers of this story should feel interested in using me, they may contact my Mistress. She is quite open minded about making me available to new people, if they appear sympathetic to Her. My Mistress?s email-address is: [email protected] . If there is something you would like to share with myself you may write to: [email protected] . Please be aware that I am not in the position to choose my own sexual partners. So if you hope to be chosen for sexual interaction with me, please write to my Mistress directly. As my Mistress does enjoy seeing me involved in humiliating and painful sexual activities, especially brutal men with particularly big members are encouraged to apply. Within the scope of possibilities mentioned in the account I gave, such men are normally given the opportunity to live out their desires to the fullest. However it needs to be stressed that it all happens under the eyes and under the control of my Mistress. This is both for Her satisfaction and for my protection. Whether or not my Mistress chooses to get actively involved, depends on how far Her personal sympathies for the applicant go.

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