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1st time Domme She was spent. It had been a very long time since she had felt anything close to this. Sated and happy with the way she had progressed it was getting close to the time to call a halt to the first meeting. There were a couple more things she wanted to try but she was ready to caulk the beginning of her adventure as resounding success. The fact it was all about her had been a huge turn on from the outset. If she had had any idea things would be so fun and exciting she would have done this long ago. She would count how many times she had an orgasm later. Now she wanted to put the final pieces of power in place. Having decided she was going to do this again, she didn’t want him to know it. Still on her knees over her slave’s face she wiggled her pussy. The imprint of her body, especially her gaping wet pussy, on his mind was essential. Her slave slut had to be thinking about her every waking minute so he ached to see her again, regardless of what she did to him. Her breathing was back to just above normal. Her strength was returning slowly, she would need a good night’s sleep to recoup herself fully. She raised her head and glanced over her shoulder. She saw he was erect and twitching. A knowing smile spread across her face. She had him so hard and his hips were rocking. He was straining even though there was nothing but air for him to fuck. Laughing in the pure pleasure of power she moved. Shuffling her knees until she was at the edge of the bed he steadied herself. With cat like agility she propelled herself off the bed landing on her feet. ‘Not bad for wobbly legs’, she thought her triumphant smile growing wider. She had never felt this confident, known so well; she was exactly where she was supposed to be. The final touches were needed to make things everything she had dreamed of and more. Turning she looked down at her slave. He was still lying on his back. His pitiful pleading look accompanied by his slowing churning hips were proof he was nearly defeated. She had enough control he wouldn’t dare to try and touch his raging manhood without her acquiescence. Her smile was gone in a flash. She was the Mistress again. Boldly she leaned back over the bed. Dangling her breasts a few inches above his chest she reached out and placed the tip of her forefinger on the bulging purplish head of her newest toy. Tapping her finger gently she made a shushing sound. Then she changed the angle of her finger a tad and had the tip of her fingernail was touching him. She traced the bare meat ever so lightly in a tiny circle. It was the cruelty superior educating an inferior. He moaned and jerked his hips. The motion moved his cock head out of contact with his Mistress’s extended finger. The couple seconds the shock wave used passing through him was enough time for his mind to realize what he had done. Pride gone he pushed his cock head back, his body shaking and eyes locked on her finger, until he made contact. The fact it was a natural reaction could possibly be excused do to his greenness at submission. The last goal she had gave her the option of playing things either way. She held the reins and would pull them as she wished. Most all the research, porn watching, she had done to educate herself had interested and aroused her. So many aspects of the dominant/submissive relationship, the different types and styles of bondage were exciting. Many times she had felt the thrill of discovery seeing a new type of punishment or humiliation. Almost as many she had been overtaken by her lust and had used her fingers or her toys while dreaming of doing what she was watching. Here she was doing it for real and the next move was important. Processing the scenes she had seen played out, weighing the factors such as his own statements to her, she thought as her nervous slave struggled to remain absolutely still. Trying his utmost to keep the engorged and pulsing head of his cock in contact with her finger her looked pitiful and weak. Seeing an obviously once proud man who had walked head held high for his entire life so meek and fearful was a powerful aphrodisiac. The look of shame mixed with pleading on his face was one she would remember for a long, long time. It made her swell with confidence. His fretting about what was to happen and his own sin of pulling away from her would cost him grew with every passing second under her blistering gaze. When she began to tap her finger again he stiffened and clamped his lips shut. The effort to let her freely torment his already raging manhood and accept it had him cringing in seconds. Each tap added to the building concentration of fear formed by the tiny jolts in his cock head and running from there through his cock, then crotch and up his spine to his brain. The conflict going on inside his head was a living nightmare. Fear and anxiety were lobbing grenades at desire and need. Desire and need were firing back with cannons. It was an uneven fight. He was finding his place in subservience much the same as she was finding her in total control. If he held the line against his fear and shame his world would become upside down. For Mistress the ability to inflict pain and humiliation was a pleasurable thrill. For her slut accepting the pain and humiliation were like riding a rollercoaster. He was getting the double edged sword of being used and learning to want it badly. The seconds ticked by each lost in their individual thoughts yet linked because of the polar opposition of their thoughts. Both knew his cock was the article at issue. One having the power of doing whatever she wished with it. The other had the cock. His trepidation was taking its toll on him mentally and physically. Her boldness growing at an astounding rate as she watched him struggle below her. The decision came in an instant. She had been indecisive and had wisely considered things from every possible angle she could think of. In the dictating place she held it was much more important to do what was needed than to hurry because a slave was nervous waiting. Besides, his nervousness was an asset to her supremacy. Her finger stopped tapping. She heard an audible sigh. It could not be mistaken where it came from or the fact it was one of profound relief. It was a short lived relief. Her hand had turned into a claw and she had snatched the stiff bulging pole. An instant of deep desire was replaced by terror in another instant. His member was now trapped in a vice. She heard his loud hissing intake of air. Tightening her grip she laughed. Looking from her filled hand to his face she set her jaw. The sternness of her expression chilled her slave. The bewilderment he displayed let her know he was speechless and unknowing why he was being subjected to such harsh treatment. Just where she wanted him confused and frozen. She tightened her grip a bit more. The muscles in her forearm were tense with the pressure she was applying. When she curled her wrist, twisting the hot throbbing toy she held, she felt them ripple. Moving her<b> wrist </font></b>back and forth twisting and untwisting his slave’s hard rod made her giggle in delight. Fun would be a very mild description of what she was having. It wasn’t the first hard cock she had ever had in her hand. The others had been fun. This was something entirely different. She sensed it every time she felt the pulsating throb in her hand. Forced to explain what was happening she would have said his will power and self-control were passing to her. Each time his manhood pounded into her hand as she abused it a bit of him was ceded to her. Her physical assault started she added in verbal, like a chef adding the most important thing at the crucial point in preparation. “I am really wondering why I should consider going any further with this.” She increased her physical assault by pulling at the end of each twist. “You are just totally worthless. I mean, I can’t imagine even trying this pitiful thing.” She increased the pull to a yank. She intentionally shook her head negatively and her move upper body enough to make the breasts over his face jiggle enticingly. It was an intentional act. Something she had picked up in the videos. He wouldn’t be able to think of anything but her. It was the carrot. The stick was stopping the twisting and yanking but changing to a hard persistent pull upward lifting his hips off the bed. “I’ve had to work my ass off to get off. You’re supposed to be pleasing me, but you’re worthless.” She could feel another slam dunk coming. To set him up she fed him the question, “tell me why I should even consider troubling myself with someone who can’t even lick pussy properly.” He had no idea he was being played. While she was feeling his essence transfer everything to her through his thundering cock he was felling it also. The breasts swaying right over his face so close and inviting but so far out of reach were a very good description of the dilemma. He wanted them badly, so badly he ached. Yet he was powerless to do anything about his yearning. She had taken his manhood by more means than grabbing and abusing it. “P-Please Mistress, p-please give me another chance. I will do better Mistress, I promise. Anything, a-anything you want Mistress, just p-please let me have another chance.” There was genuine horror in his obsequious plea. She was going to throw him away. He felt the emptiest he had ever been. There was nothing left. She had it all and was going to take it and go. The sob of despair echoed off the walls. She felt the shift in her hand. He strained to push his hips higher in an effort to please her. His pulsing cock surging against her palm. She had him. Driving her hand downward she painfully forced him back flat on the bed. “You whining worthless wimp, shut up. Do you actually think your pathetic begging will help? You are so stupid.” She let go of his cock. “I see if I want you to learn anything it will have to be drilled into you. Get up!” The forcefulness of her words was another aspect she had picked up in the videos. It always made her hot when a strict confident dominatrix lowered the boom on a suffering slave. She stepped back while he scurried to clamor off the bed. When he was standing stiffly at attention looking at the floor in front of him she barked. “Get my bra and panties.” The coolness of her voice belied her true feelings. He went down to all fours quickly and crawled to the find the discarded items. The calm disdain she was showing had him an emotional wreck. The thought this was the end would not stop even as he forcibly tried to remove it. What could he do? Frantic he was near to blubbering. By the time he had located her underclothes his vision was blurred by tears filling his eyes. Crawling back to her naked body his breath caught in his throat at the slim erotic appeal of her calves and the lush softness of her thighs. He was going to do whatever was needed for another chance. His mind went into overdrive trying to think of something, anything. He knelt up to his knees in front of her. He held out the bra and panties at chest level, they shook slightly. Trying to seem demure he lowered his head and locked his eyes on what may be the last glimpses he ever had of her perfect pussy. Mistress removed the bra from his hand. She knew what he was doing and was going to make sure he had a good view. The sweet thrill of taunting her wretched slave gave her a tiny shiver. She lifted her left foot about six inches off the floor. Shifting her hips to open her crotch wider she licked her lips alluringly knowing he was staring in awe. Wiggling her dangling toes she commanded, “Put my panties on me.” Her tone was disdainful. She acted like she was ignoring him concentrating on her bra. It was the worst thing she could do to his remaining hope. Sick at heart and feeling weak he bent over and slipped the proper leg opening over her foot. He waited a good fifteen seconds before she lowered it and raised the other. It was a purposeful pause. She drove home the point he was insignificant, a miserable creature unworthy of her attention. Getting the second foot through the leg slot was a task. His mind telling him this was it. He was so close to her legs he could smell the woman scent. It was touch and go for a second as he debated throwing himself on the floor and begging for one more chance. The only thing stopping him was she was pushing him away because he was disgusting to her. What hope did such a degrading act bring? Heart breaking he held the sides of the thin material he pulled her panties up her calves by straightening his torso. It gave him one last close up look and stolen sniff of her womanhood. It was still red and swollen, though not gaping as it had over his face. He swallowed in an audible gulp. His forearms felt as if he was lifting cement blocks. The act she demanded of him had reduced him to a quivering ninny. The shock of being rejected while being able to be so close to what had to be heaven at the same time was a cruelty beyond description. The stinging slap to his cheek was a surprise. The pain wasn’t nearly as painful as her biting comment. “Quit gawking and pull them up you idiot. You’ve seen enough.” A second slap followed as soon as she had finished speaking. He finished the regrettable task. The flimsy material was in place, hiding her pearl from him. She had already finished the bra and used her hands to brush his away. The simple act spoke volumes to him. He hung his head, broken and defeated. Taking her time adjusting her panties to her liking she was studying him again. His distress was manifest in his body language and facial expression. All the humiliation and abuse she had thoroughly enjoyed putting him through had been his deepest desires being fulfilled. The tactic of threatening to deny him any further chance of seeing his dreams come true had broken him. The taking of his manhood was a huge step. Having him willingly physically enslave himself to her would be a larger stride toward complete control. She stepped away from her trembling and humbled slave. Sitting on the edge of the bed she seductively crossed her legs, further hiding her treasure from him intentionally. Having him in such a vulnerable state of mind she was using feminine wiles to be sure he literally handed her the keys to his demise. There was another thing she had noticed while hungrily devouring videos about ‘Female Domination’ she had really liked. The act, when done by real people, not paid actors, was stimulating and showed what a real slave would endure for o true Mistress. As a side the effects were usually capitulation by the slave to whatever demand was made by his owner. It was an easy decision. Snapping her fingers she pointed to the floor directly in front of her. Her expression turned to stone as she froze pointing. A convincing performance was needed. He had to believe it was his only chance and she would find out if he was sincere about absolute submission. Heart skipping a beat when summoned before her he moved the few feet to her staying on his knees. Centering his body about a foot in front of her he stopped, head down. His tenseness had a physical effect he was only semi hard now. Being in front of her the tiniest flicker of hope rose in his wretched soul and his shrinking cock started to stir anew. Shifting her hips, Mistress uncrossed her legs. The leg that had been resting on top stuck out straight beside her tightly strung slut. Looking down her smooth leg she put her hand on her inner calf and traced her fingers up across her inner thigh to the material now covering her Venus mound. She was feeling so powerful it made even her red painted toe nails look erotic. He couldn’t take his eyes from the leg beside him. The allure was like a magnet. He didn’t dare turn his head, fear held him in check. He had only been told to present himself before her. So he strained to look form the corners of his eyes without moving his downcast head. Mistress knew what he was doing. It was a part of her plan he did it. Slowly she bent her knee. When it was at ninety degrees and her calf was vertical she shifted her thigh. It put her foot smack in front of her slave. Now he was looking straight down at those erotic toes with painted nails. She wiggled them. Mesmerized by the massive aura of sexuality she was emanating he could only stare as the foot with the wiggling toes moved forward. Their target was obvious. Even with the few seconds warning the contact between his balls and her toes sent a charged bolt straight from them to his brain. Remembering his earlier error, using tremendous effort he remained still. It was stimulating, at first. Mistress used a light touch. Pressing gently at the top of his sac she wiggled her toes. Being new to anything like this she was looking the same place her slave was, at the meeting of her toes and his jewels. She added pressure to her foot. The stimulation she was enjoying continued. It was another story for him. Her toes were digging deeper and their movements more aggressive. His feeling of elation evaporated as quickly as it has risen. The downward pressure she was using when she scrunched her toes was uncomfortable to his balls. It wasn’t really that painful; yet, but it was a difficult thing to remain still while knowing it could get worse instantly. His body was tense from his shiny head to his curled toes. Mistress played for several minutes. Her eyes went for the action she was instigating to her slave’s eyes. She saw his focus was locked on his crotch. She had also noticed he was entirely erect and on display for her. With a small final drumming of her toes she watched the upright member sway to and fro. Pulling her foot back a couple inches she readjusted her aim. When she swung her foot forward again it was under his tingling balls. She slowly lifted her foot until the tops of her toes were in contact with the bottom of his sac. It was a gentle tap. She had seen far worse on film but wasn’t sure enough of her own ability to kick his balls yet. She mumbled to herself in what she thought was a disappointed sounding grunts and incoherent gibberish. Her aim was convey her disdain for him and the idea she was getting ready to cast him aside. Still her move had his complete attention. She saw his cheeks puff out and heard the audible exhale as they receded. Her foot pressed upward forcing his balls tight to the base of his throbbing organ. She kept going moving it higher and said, “Up slut stand up.” Her foot made certain she was obeyed. He rose from his knees shakily. They were weak and wobbly and he had to steady his body as well as his nerves to remain where she wanted him. His heart was double timing it in his chest. He didn’t want to think about the sounds he was hearing from her. They more than likely were not good news. Swallowing he tried to gather what shreds of courage he had left. There was little to gather and he knew he would be broken beyond repair if she rejected him. The top of her foot was still tapping the bottom of his balls. Mistress had been deliberate and careful, leaning back as he rose to be able to control her aim. Once she had her rhythm she looked away from his bouncing balls. She saw he was as tightly strung as piano wire and vibrating like a tuning fork. Her foot stopped. Mistress loved every second of this. She was play acting and he had no clue. The ability to rule so extremely the acts and thoughts of another, to twist them to her will and desires, was beyond thrilling and arousing. She felt more alive than she could ever remember being. It was time to take his rollercoaster ride through another dip and turn. She placed her foot on the floor and shifted her hips so she sat straight away from him. Drawing her knees together she folded her arms over her chest. Her demeanor turned to ice while her stare was boring hotly into him. She sat there for a good half minute, knowing it felt like half an hour to him. Uncrossing her arms she parted her knees and started tapping her ball tapping foot on the floor. She leaned forward. “Look at me bitch.” She barked sharply. He swallowed again and raised his head. His eyes were puppy sad. His face blotched red from shame and anxiety. She could see he was close to tears. ‘Perfect, things could not be any better,’ she thought fighting down a smile. Setting her palms on her knees she inched a bit closer. “For the life of me, I have thought and thought yet I cannot come up with only one answer. You are a worthless loser, totally unfit to lick between my dirty toes. I don’t really even understand why I am considering this.” She lifted her right hand nonchalantly. Reaching out with a calmness that belies her true feelings at the moment she claimed his erect shaft. He was breathing heavily as she felt his heat radiate to her palm. Her touch was light, barely more than limp handshake pressure. “Since I am such a good and kind person I have decided to be lenient. However, you are so pitiful it is for consideration only. I will promise nothing other than to think about giving you another chance. There will be conditions slut. You can hear them and agree or we can call it quits now. What will it be?” While she was explaining she was slowly stroking his pounding pole. Her light touch felt the strength of his pulses and the jerking of the random twitches of the near to erupting cock. By the time she had given him his choice she could feel a slight rocking back and forth of his hips. “Y-Yes Mistress anything, anything you want.” He stammered. Her words were biting and condescending but she would think about it. Hope hit him like a sledge hammer. He felt his knees begin to buckle and had to lock them in place. Her hand, after initially getting over the shock, was sending sensations through him that left him defenseless. The gentle play stopped. She stared hard at him. “This is mine, remember slut?” She squeezed her prize harshly and yanked it in a twisting motion. The sudden change from pleasure to pain was like being doused in ice water. He yelped and pushed his hips forward trying to avoid the agony in his cock. His contorted face was crimson. “Y-Y-Yes M-Mistress,” he wailed. “It i-is y-yours Mistress.” “This is what I want slut. Did you bring my cage, slut?” She let up her pressure on is still hot and hard manhood for a second. When she felt him ease is hips back she yanked and twisted it again. This time she pulled it a little further than the last. Better prepared for it than the first cock twist he managed to only wince instead of yelping when the assault resumed. His hips were thrust a bit further forward arching his lower back. His hands balled at his sides. Held there by such a strong and unseen force only those who have been ‘in the moment’ can describe. There was no need for Mistress to explain further. “Y-Yes Mistress, it’s in my bag,” the desperation he was feeling came out in the whine of his voice. It was not the deep resounding answer of a man. A better description would be a frightened creature who understood full well the fear of being at the mercy of another. She let go of his cock. Having pulled further and twisted harder than she had yet gone, she just let go. Watching with anticipation as it sprang back. It vibrated in front of him like the shaking of spring after snapping back from being stretched. Mistress liked the startled “Oh,” and seeing his hips jerk back in reaction to her cruelty. One of the reasons she had wanted this was the idea of actually owning and controlling a man was more exciting than anything she had ever dreamt of. It fascinated her seeing what a true power and control were when she first started looking into it. The feelings coursing through her as it was turning real had her tingling. Every part of her was alive and alert. The anticipation was making her a little tense. Her stare was a dagger. Eyebrows arched, nostrils flared and lips parted she leaned forward as she whispered the command. “Get it, bitch.” Frozen, the statue of an ice princess, she waited, hiding her eagerness. It was frustrating when he went down to crawl the few feet to the dresser his bag was on. On the other hand it gave her a chance to exhale and regain her composure. Inside she was giddy as a schoolgirl who had just been named prom queen. Outside she was the cold and arrogant lady who knew her capabilities. The exhilaration in the moment had her ardor rising. Waiting made her frustrated but rethinking how sexually spent she felt. If things kept the course she had planned another round of pleasure may not be out of the question. She could feel the pulsing starting deep in pussy. The kind of pulsing that builds from mental stimulation and can lead to quick violent eruptions. She saw he had opened his bag and taken something from it. He put it in his mouth and went back down to crawl. Her hips shifted to the very edge of the bed. She parted her knees a couple feet and placed her hands on them. Leaning back she sucked in a large lung full of air and held it a second to gather her thoughts. She exhaled slowly as she watched him crawl back to her. He pushed himself up from the floor. Rising from his knees he reached for the object he held in his mouth. Quick as a cat she reached out and grabbed his<b> wrist. </font></b>“No leave it there slut.” Her hand continued moving pulling his down and away from his mouth. “You need to get used to having your mouth filled slut. Put your hands behind your head.” She let go of his<b> wrist </font></b>after squeezing it to make her point. She looked at his mouth as he raised his arms. There was a clear plastic thing there. She could see a clear circle a couple inches in diameter and what looked like the shell of a cock going into his mouth. Her stomach fluttered. Lowering her gaze she could see the degrading act had not diminished his arousal. Erect and twitching he stood out in yearning for what he would not get. The new toy he held would assure it. Reaching out she seized his balls and squeezed them. It wasn’t a really rough handling but it was firm. “Pay attention bitch. Here’s what’s going to happen. You are going to put that thing on and lock it in place. Then you are going to give me the key. When you give it to me you will beg me to think about letting you be my bitch. If I decide to allow you another chance, it will mean I own you, entirely. You will not touch your worthless cock, ever, without my permission. You will do anything I say. All I am promising is to think about it. I will let you know in a week or ten days or so if I will grant your request.” She increased the pressure she was using and pulled steadily downward. He had no choice. Either had to bend and spread his knees or have his balls painfully stretched. He bent his knees. This lowered his body and his level of vision. She pulled until her elbow was locked, her arm straight. His face was inches from hers. “What’s it gonna be slut? You want a chance or not?” Eye ball to eye balls she was sucking him dry. The force of her power over him was greater than the force she was exerting on his aching jewels. She saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down in his throat. He blinked rapidly. Trying to mumble around the hard plastic thing in his mouth, he was unintelligible. He blinked again as a tear rolled out of the corner of his left eye and nodded his head accepting her terms of total surrender. The image of his body going limp with relief the instant he relinquished control, yet his manhood remained rigid will be forever imprinted in her memory. It gave her a perception about the type of relationship she had set her efforts in motion to achieve. Everything she was feeling from gaining power and control over another person he was feeling in surrender to her. All the new thrills, excitements and discoveries had her feeling a type of sober inebriation and ecstasy at a level she never expected. If she reversed that all the humiliation, pain, degrading acts and mental stress were doing the same to him. She was power. He was under her spell and though scared and shamed loved it. The revelation could not have entered her thinking process at a better time. She squeezed her hand until she felt the soft balls mush together. Digging her finger nails into the underside of his sac she stared at him. Deliberately holding him where he was in her painful vice. Their eyes were inches apart, hers scornful, his pleading as she peeled another layer from his pride. She intended to hear him beg. She leaned her head back six inches. They were still only a foot apart. With her free hand she reached up and pulled the plastic thing form between his lips. She held it in the small space between their faces and smiled through the clear plastic cock looking thing at him. Then still holding him with firmness she laughed at him. “This is exactly what a pathetic loser like you needs a cock cage for a worthless little weenie of a sissy slut. So, even if I would consider letting you have another taste it’s like I’m doing you a big favor.” Her finger nails dug a little deeper. “Now tell me whose cock is it? Tell me how you know it is useless and needs to be caged. Tell me now slut!” Her eyebrows arched as she dug one last bit deeper with both her eyes and finger nails. Standing there, letting her crush his balls and unable to do anything but accept it there was only one option. He begged. “M-Mistress o-o-owns my u-useless cock. P-Please Mistress cage your little cock and k-keep it c-caged.” The pain made his voice rise a couple octaves higher than just the shame of his monumental admission would have made it. He was beseeching her as only a true supplicant could. She laughed in his face. Letting go of his warn sac Mistress sat back a bit. She held the new toy in front of her and studied it. It was then she noticed the lock was empty. Looking back at her slut she saw it was dandling on a chain around his neck. She held out a hand palm up.”Keys, slut,” She ordered. He pulled his hands from behind his head and grabbed the chain. He slipped it over his head and reached out putting the keys in her hand. The physical action was small. The mental metamorphosis was huge. He quickly put his hands back behind his head. Mistress was secretly elated but remained stern outwardly. Sissy had the luxury of wearing his feelings and emotions openly. His forlorn appearance hid nothing. If Mistress would have cared to look his jutting member was bobbing and twitching again. Perhaps it had an inkling of what was about to happen. She ignored him. It was something he would have to learn to accept. Her attention was on the male chastity device she held. She had seen pictures, even those of the slave before her. The videos had been exciting and educational. Actually holding one in her hands she marveled at the fact something so small could render the wearer totally under the control of the key holder. She smiled as a tingling jolt came from her warming loins. |
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11/3/2019 10:24 am |
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