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Yes, just the way she liked her slaves: naked, collared, ribboned and cuffed. He knew she was watching, could feel the green eyes from her photo surveying him and he felt panic rising as he wondered if he would be able to please her, to bring a smile to her lips, to be her good boy. In the presence of—and under the power of—a Lady forcing me to do things for her amusement or pleasure it is more likely for me to be able to maintain an erection long enough to reach an orgasm. Tears had wet his cheeks and his eyes stayed downcast. He could make out her form now, shadowy in a wingback chair, her curly hair framing her oval face, and he moved quickly forward and dropped to his knees, eyes cast down, placing the flowers in front of her black lace-up high heel boots and clasped his hands behind his back. He was so young, 22, a good six years younger than anyone else who'd replied, and totally green to submitting! In his mind he was already hers. She took her time to look him over, running her hand up and down the stiff crop, then taking a sip of her tea. Parental guilt. With the Lady behind me fondling my balls and the Lady in front stroking my cock, it wasn't long before some pre-cum made an appearance at the head of my cock. Typically I need to read several stories, as there isn't a single one which is enough to stimulate me completely. The proprietor reached under her skirt to remove her own panties and easily lowered her extremely hairy pussy to my face. He struggled wildly in his mind to find the words he had known by heart a half hour ago, coming up empty. After the moaner had rolled off of my face, this lady replaced her. The other remaining saleslady had lubricated her finger with her own juices and worked it into my asshole. While I was tending to her needs, you were capturing this on your camera, and the two ladies were stroking my cock and playing with my ass; not enough to climax, but just enough to keep me hard. I do not wish to be dressed, but I can paradoxically see the allure of being feminized to a slight degree, as a way of illustrating a Lady's dominance over me. His breath was shallow and quick, his heart racing, his stomach tossing as he waited, naked, for some sign of approval, or even of acknowledgement. There was to be no masturbating for three days before the visit, to ensure focus of attention, anticipation, and his full submission. And hurry up, Mistress likes her floor to be clean. No command was necessary, I licked your fingers clean. Apparently she was playing with her pussy and clit with her other hand, because it wasn't long before she too began to buck her hips and writhe in throes of a powerful climax. She is intrigued, but is also aware of the purpose of the visit and proceeds to cast her appraising eyes upon me again, this time mentally determining my size in women's wear. And yet, his email had been so genuine, pleading for the chance to please her, to surrender totally to her, to please give him a chance to submit, and his attitude belied his lack of experience. The thought of enduring for her to please her caused him to throb and he turned off the engine and wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs. Here I am, a middle-aged male, walking around the display floor of a woman's store completely naked. Are you wasting my time? Tell me how I like to be pleased. Always a risk, she thought, as she listened to him place his shoes on the shoe rack and the quiet shuffling as he arranged his clothing just out of sight. He quickly scanned his memory: ribbon was in place, clothes folded, according to his clock he'd been on time, genitals groomed as required, fingernails and toenails clean and trimmed, and the roses for good measure. Cfnm slave stories



More than anything. Purple ribbon tied securely around the cock and balls that would belong to her for the duration of his time with her. She touched his left shoulder with her crop, running it down the biceps, and when she did, she could hear his breath stop. He stepped from the brightly lit entranceway into the candlelit living room, faltering as his eyes adjusted. Parental guilt. She is intrigued, but is also aware of the purpose of the visit and proceeds to cast her appraising eyes upon me again, this time mentally determining my size in women's wear. His breath was shallow and quick, his heart racing, his stomach tossing as he waited, naked, for some sign of approval, or even of acknowledgement. Even if I want to fuck it? Keep your hands behind your back. You respond by asking her what she would like to see. She hadn't been sure he'd actually come.

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Slowly she moved around him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, and he thought he might just faint. I was being gently tortured at the same time. He didn't care. He only did that once, in an attempt to ease what had become a constant erection, but found it only worsened the desire, the ache to have Friday night arrive, to be on his knees naked for his clothed Goddess. Your response points out my tremendous oral skill and stamina and the Lady raises an eyebrow as if to say "Really? She hadn't been sure he'd actually come. Handing him a bottle of cream, he was instructed to remove her boots and massage her feet. She turns to the proprietor and says "It looks like he just bought this pair, since we can't sell them to anyone else now! I am instructed to remove those panties completely and accompany the four of you around the store as you examine additional merchandise. She came fast, writhing and moaning so loudly I thought a passer-by would call it in and we'd all get arrested. He started to recite it, pleased with himself that the words came easily, his tone verging on cockiness. This is normally a hard-limit for me, because I don't want to ever experience any degree of pain, no matter how slight. I express my concern upon your return; not out of modesty since I would actually love to be "ordered" to display myself to a number of women. But that voice, so confident and sexy, firmly giving him his commands for the evening. She sat on my face facing my feet; her finger had never left my ass. In very short order this Lady gains confidence and begins handling my balls with self-assurance. More than anything. He silently cursed himself, the rich scent of her filling his nostrils, then his mind, overwhelming any rational thought. He struggled wildly in his mind to find the words he had known by heart a half hour ago, coming up empty. Although I love having you to exercise your control over me, up until now I have been too nervous to become erect.



































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Be my good boy? She heard the door open, unmistakable amidst the soft music, and smiled at the long pause before the door clicked shut again. Such a risk. Tender licks, long licks, thorough licks, like a little boy with an ice cream cone. The first sting of the leather slapper made him inhale sharply, but he quickly composed himself for the following blows. Are you wasting my time? The proprietor reached under her skirt to remove her own panties and easily lowered her extremely hairy pussy to my face. In the presence of—and under the power of—a Lady forcing me to do things for her amusement or pleasure it is more likely for me to be able to maintain an erection long enough to reach an orgasm. Tell me now. Cuffs placed tightly on each of his ankles and wrists before walking to the front of him and sitting once again in her chair to look him over. For example, being "forced" to don a pair of female panties, or a wig and then give a blowjob to a Lady's husband, boyfriend or other acquaintance. Around your seventh or eighth climax you flooded my face with your powerful juices and the attention being paid to my balls and asshole combined to take me over the edge; to a blasting orgasm that covered my lower belly with hot, thick, milky cum. You simply look at me and say "Well, Leo? When she had had enough, she took his chin in her hand and raised his face to her. I told you to memorize them word for word. Then you may lick my boots. She looked at him intently, her face inches from his, her grip on his chin firm while she dragged a finger from her other hand down his bare neck. I lay flat on my back, completely naked and with my legs spread wide. I want to exist for your pleasure. When my cock has finally snapped free and is bobbing up and down lewdly in front of the four of you, you tell me to stop again. At some point I stop reading, close my eyes and begin to stroke myself slowly and gently to a tumescent state. And his dad! Purple ribbon tied securely around the cock and balls that would belong to her for the duration of his time with her. The proprietor said that we could have what we wanted, she wanted to test drive my tongue and see if I could last through more than one climax.

Around your seventh or eighth climax you flooded my face with your powerful juices and the attention being paid to my balls and asshole combined to take me over the edge; to a blasting orgasm that covered my lower belly with hot, thick, milky cum. I barely had time to take all of this in before she descended upon my face and demanded that I get busy with my tongue. Upon arrival you introduce me to the proprietor, an old acquaintance of yours, and inform her that I am your "latest acquisition" and thus need to be appropriately attired for future service. A dim light flickered behind the curtains and he remembered her question about his pain tolerance. Parental guilt. The thought of enduring for her to please her caused him to throb and he turned off the engine and wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs. Keep your hands behind your back. She continued to play with it and adjusted her position so that my tongue was aimed at her asshole instead of her pussy. Are you wasting my time? Size, color, and price are the aspects that concern you. Be my good boy? I lay flat on my back, completely naked and with my legs spread wide. Finally, I hear you say in a clear and confident voice: "Sure, go ahead, he's my property and has no say in who I let touch him, no part of his body is off limits. It already recognizes its owner. Her own sighs of pleasure and moans told me that I was doing a good job rimming her asshole and using the tip of my tongue on her squeaky-clean anus. As you commence to capture more images, you demand that I pivot slowly on the platform, so that you can record my curving cock from different angles. She smiled slightly and reached down to firmly grasp his ribboned cock, her lips now almost touching his, and he breathed in her sweet breath, barely exhaling. With this relaxation, the sexual aspect of this rises to the surface, if you'll pardon the pun, and my soft penis begins to harden, transforming itself into a hard cock, straining against the fabric of my panties. Although I love having you to exercise your control over me, up until now I have been too nervous to become erect. Please, Mistress, please. He quickly scanned his memory: ribbon was in place, clothes folded, according to his clock he'd been on time, genitals groomed as required, fingernails and toenails clean and trimmed, and the roses for good measure. Here I am, a middle-aged male, walking around the display floor of a woman's store completely naked. He thought of his mother and how she'd be shocked if she knew that the son she raised so religiously was walking up the steps to an unfamiliar house to kneel before a strange woman who would put a collar and leash on him and treat him as her slave for the next few hours. As is the style these days with some of the younger women, her pussy was a hairless bald mound that was already dripping with her juices. He silently cursed himself, the rich scent of her filling his nostrils, then his mind, overwhelming any rational thought. Exactly 8 o'clock. Cfnm slave stories



The shopping experience is otherwise normal, and as we pass from rack to rack, the discussion isn't sexual at all. Please, Mistress, please. She turns to the proprietor and says "It looks like he just bought this pair, since we can't sell them to anyone else now! A moment's hesitation, a gathering of courage, and then a crossing of the threshold. She makes a few disparaging comments amount the small size of my penis and my overall unappealing physique. Without a word, I found that I was mirroring her finger motions with my tongue. If you are having second thoughts, this will be the time to leave. A smile of pleasure danced on her lips. She smiled at the way he stumbled over his words at the sight of her silky violet panties, the cotton gusset darker from the moistness of her. Whose is it? He jumped slightly as she touched his shoulders from behind before slowly running her hands down his back, bringing herself to a squat until her thighs were on either side of his hips. Sorry, Mistress.

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It already recognizes its owner. Disappointing your Mistress so soon. I want to exist for your pleasure. Are you sure about that? Parental guilt. When she had had enough, she took his chin in her hand and raised his face to her. When he thought he could not bear any more, she continued with two more blows, driving him to tears. Size, color, and price are the aspects that concern you. After a moment of silence, she gave a nod of approval and casually stated that maybe one day he'd earn the right to put that knowledge to use. He started to recite it, pleased with himself that the words came easily, his tone verging on cockiness. He didn't care. Whose is it? With this relaxation, the sexual aspect of this rises to the surface, if you'll pardon the pun, and my soft penis begins to harden, transforming itself into a hard cock, straining against the fabric of my panties. Tell me how I like to be pleased. For example, when I am told to model some crotchless panties, you instruct me to turn around and bend over at the waist, holding my asscheeks as far apart as possible. I took my time building her up to, and over, the edge in a sloppy series of climaxes. In this extremely vulnerable position I hear a bit of soft conversation and giggling going on behind me, but I can't make out the words. In your absence it has dawned on me that I am not only exposed to the two of you, but to any patrons and employees as well. As you dictate my movements on the stand, and have me pose in various positions, you bring out your camera to record my humiliation. He struggled wildly in his mind to find the words he had known by heart a half hour ago, coming up empty. But until that day, you will be paddled every time you let me down. In very short order this Lady gains confidence and begins handling my balls with self-assurance. One recurring fantasy involves being friends with a Lady that has a strong Dominant aspect to her personality and she demonstrates this by forcing men to humiliate themselves for her amusement.

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Sometimes I am told to model something, and this leads to more photos and giggles, with a bit of overt sexual activity thrown in. One recurring fantasy involves being friends with a Lady that has a strong Dominant aspect to her personality and she demonstrates this by forcing men to humiliate themselves for her amusement. The other remaining saleslady had lubricated her finger with her own juices and worked it into my asshole. Tell me now. No command was necessary, I licked your fingers clean. There was a silence and then the command to lean forward and touch his head to the floor. Although I love having you to exercise your control over me, up until now I have been too nervous to become erect. Exactly 8 o'clock. In the presence of—and under the power of—a Lady forcing me to do things for her amusement or pleasure it is more likely for me to be able to maintain an erection long enough to reach an orgasm. Tell me how I like to be pleased. You agree and point out that this is why I am one of your "bois" - you have to control me since I can't be trusted to do it myself. He silently cursed himself, the rich scent of her filling his nostrils, then his mind, overwhelming any rational thought. At this point a tentative hand reaches between my legs from behind and fondles my balls. He stayed, forehead to the ground, ass on fire, feeling humiliated and penitent. I am instructed to try on a pair of pink panties and to march out to the three-way mirror in the main part of the store. Such a risk. He jumped slightly as she touched his shoulders from behind before slowly running her hands down his back, bringing herself to a squat until her thighs were on either side of his hips. I took my time building her up to, and over, the edge in a sloppy series of climaxes. She tenderly wiped his tears away. The first sting of the leather slapper made him inhale sharply, but he quickly composed himself for the following blows. You wasted no time in replacing her soft pussy lips with yours. Her eyes scanned him once more, taking in the carefully tied bow, the humble stance, the smooth curve of the white young back leading down the firm curve of the buttocks. Disappointing your Mistress so soon. She is intrigued, but is also aware of the purpose of the visit and proceeds to cast her appraising eyes upon me again, this time mentally determining my size in women's wear. But first one of the two young salesladies took your place. Please your Mistress?

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He glanced at his penis; it was sticking straight out like a bowsprit, and to his horror he saw it was dripping precum onto the floor. More than anything. This was her favourite part: that transitory period of time when a new slave arrives for the first time, overwhelmed by fear of the unknown and yet driven to come to her, that agonizing wait to hear her voice in person, to feel her touch, to be given that approval they seek so badly. He silently cursed himself, the rich scent of her filling his nostrils, then his mind, overwhelming any rational thought. Sometimes I am told to model something, and this leads to more photos and giggles, with a bit of overt sexual activity thrown in. I am led into a fitting booth and commanded to strip. If you are having second thoughts, this will be the time to leave. As you dictate my movements on the stand, and have me pose in various positions, you bring out your camera to record my humiliation. The door will be unlocked. A deep breath, shaking hands picking up the bouquet of roses he'd bought on the way--unbidden but meant to please--and stepped out of his beat-up truck. She looked at him intently, her face inches from his, her grip on his chin firm while she dragged a finger from her other hand down his bare neck. In the presence of—and under the power of—a Lady forcing me to do things for her amusement or pleasure it is more likely for me to be able to maintain an erection long enough to reach an orgasm. Exactly 8 o'clock. In very short order this Lady gains confidence and begins handling my balls with self-assurance. Disappointing your Mistress so soon. After a moment of onanistic pleasure you command me to stop. You agree and point out that this is why I am one of your "bois" - you have to control me since I can't be trusted to do it myself. I barely had time to take all of this in before she descended upon my face and demanded that I get busy with my tongue. She then took hold of my cock and begin to give me a slow hand job. You also came around front and delicately wiped up the pre-cum and brought it to my lips. Although I love having you to exercise your control over me, up until now I have been too nervous to become erect. But until that day, you will be paddled every time you let me down. His cheeks burned at how much he did not want his father to ever know that the strong, ambitious son he'd raised to conquer the world was moments from being over a woman's knee, being spanked until his other set of cheeks also burned. Punish me as you see fit. This is normally a hard-limit for me, because I don't want to ever experience any degree of pain, no matter how slight.





He forced his parents out of his head, and put his hand on the doorknob. When I am alone I usually need the written word, sometimes augmented by video or still images, to masturbate. A part of him wanted to drop his eyes in awe of the beautiful woman in tight black leather, whose picture did not do her justice, but another part of him never wanted to stop looking at her. She clicked her tongue in disapproval. You agree and point out that this is why I am one of your "bois" - you have to control me since I can't be trusted to do it myself. He knew she was watching, could feel the green eyes from her photo surveying him and he felt panic rising as he wondered if he would be able to please her, to bring a smile to her lips, to be her good boy. She replies that she has never seen a man masturbate and wonders aloud if I would do so under your command. Being able to demonstrate your absolute control over me made you wetter than I thought possible. By the time she rolled off of me, my face neck and chest was glistening in the light with the combined juices of four women, all of them laying on the floor around me in states of post-orgasmic bliss. You want me to model another pair of panties so I begin to slide these down when you command me to stop. Are you wasting my time? Are you sure about that? Purple ribbon tied securely around the cock and balls that would belong to her for the duration of his time with her. After the moaner had rolled off of my face, this lady replaced her.







































I barely had time to take all of this in before she descended upon my face and demanded that I get busy with my tongue. Around your seventh or eighth climax you flooded my face with your powerful juices and the attention being paid to my balls and asshole combined to take me over the edge; to a blasting orgasm that covered my lower belly with hot, thick, milky cum. You also came around front and delicately wiped up the pre-cum and brought it to my lips. You respond by asking her what she would like to see. In this case, there was a small degree of discomfort, but it only lasted a minute and then I began to enjoy the sensations. He could, however, stroke to the edge and then stop. He could feel pressure of her breasts on his back, through the warm leather dress, as her hands cupped his buttocks. After instructing me to wait - with the curtain open - the two of you walk back out into the store to find something that meets your requirements. And his dad! Are you sure about that? She replies that she has never seen a man masturbate and wonders aloud if I would do so under your command. You agree and point out that this is why I am one of your "bois" - you have to control me since I can't be trusted to do it myself. Tears had wet his cheeks and his eyes stayed downcast. Purple ribbon tied securely around the cock and balls that would belong to her for the duration of his time with her. When I am alone I usually need the written word, sometimes augmented by video or still images, to masturbate. If you are having second thoughts, this will be the time to leave. He quickly scanned his memory: ribbon was in place, clothes folded, according to his clock he'd been on time, genitals groomed as required, fingernails and toenails clean and trimmed, and the roses for good measure. She turns to the proprietor and says "It looks like he just bought this pair, since we can't sell them to anyone else now! She used her crop to lift them to his nose. He'd driven past three times, hands shaking, stomach churning, checking the address on the scrap of paper, looking at the time on dashboard, having been sternly warned not to be late. At some point I stop reading, close my eyes and begin to stroke myself slowly and gently to a tumescent state. After a moment of onanistic pleasure you command me to stop. It is only a few minutes, but it seems like an eternity before you return. Punish me as you see fit. He closed his eyes, focusing on his task, found his place again and continued.

The young ones were fickle, easily scared off, pulled by their societal obligation to assert their male dominance while secretly hoarding the shameful desire to hand it all over. She continued to play with it and adjusted her position so that my tongue was aimed at her asshole instead of her pussy. Pleasing again. She came fast, writhing and moaning so loudly I thought a passer-by would call it in and we'd all get arrested. He forced himself to breathe. Tears had wet his cheeks and his eyes stayed downcast. She smiled slightly and reached down to firmly grasp his ribboned cock, her lips now almost touching his, and he breathed in her sweet breath, barely exhaling. Being able to demonstrate your absolute control over me made you wetter than I thought possible. I hadn't noticed those ladies but you informed me that they were used to you outfitting your "bois" from time to time. The humiliation can take many forms, but one of her particular interests is in cross-dressing masculine looking men. The curtain to the room is left wide open so I am in full view as you and the proprietor stand there, chatting amiably while I undress. He forced his parents out of his head, and put his hand on the doorknob. When he thought he could not bear any more, she continued with two more blows, driving him to tears. Slowly she moved around him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, and he thought he might just faint.



Tender licks, long licks, thorough licks, like a little boy with an ice cream cone. Cross-dressing is a fetish that produces mixed feelings in me. Apparently she was playing with her pussy and clit with her other hand, because it wasn't long before she too began to buck her hips and writhe in throes of a powerful climax. While you are ordering me to stand in various poses, one of the young salesladies begins to giggle and I relax a bit. You assure the lady that I will fulfill her wish, but you would like to humiliate me a bit more in other ways. I had it memorized, I just She heard the door open, unmistakable amidst the soft music, and smiled at the long pause before the door clicked shut again. He could, however, stroke to the edge and then stop. This was her favourite part: that transitory period of time when a new slave arrives for the first time, overwhelmed by fear of the unknown and yet driven to come to her, that agonizing wait to hear her voice in person, to feel her touch, to be given that approval they seek so badly. Disappointing your Mistress so soon. Size, color, and price are the aspects that concern you. Be my good boy? The flowers were a very touching gesture she thought, and the way he stayed so still and waited was pleasing. He clasped his hands behind his back and did as he was told. He struggled wildly in his mind to find the words he had known by heart a half hour ago, coming up empty. He closed his eyes, focusing on his task, found his place again and continued. And yet, his email had been so genuine, pleading for the chance to please her, to surrender totally to her, to please give him a chance to submit, and his attitude belied his lack of experience. I am surrounded by four women who are completely clothed. His cheeks burned at how much he did not want his father to ever know that the strong, ambitious son he'd raised to conquer the world was moments from being over a woman's knee, being spanked until his other set of cheeks also burned. The humiliation can take many forms, but one of her particular interests is in cross-dressing masculine looking men. I've disappointed you and I'm sorry. Upon arrival you introduce me to the proprietor, an old acquaintance of yours, and inform her that I am your "latest acquisition" and thus need to be appropriately attired for future service.





You assure the lady that I will fulfill her wish, but you would like to humiliate me a bit more in other ways. Please, Mistress, please. When the proprietor was satisfied she rolled off of my face and lay in an exhausted pile on the floor beside me. His cheeks burned at how much he did not want his father to ever know that the strong, ambitious son he'd raised to conquer the world was moments from being over a woman's knee, being spanked until his other set of cheeks also burned. While in these situations it is possible, it is not guaranteed, it is actually a rare experience for me, unless the Lady humiliates me both verbally and by demanding that I perform humiliating submissive acts. Tears had wet his cheeks and his eyes stayed downcast. A moment's hesitation, a gathering of courage, and then a crossing of the threshold. The humiliation can take many forms, but one of her particular interests is in cross-dressing masculine looking men. If he hadn't found himself so rock hard at the prospect, he probably would have tucked his tail between his legs and dashed to the safety of his apartment and roommates, where he would have half-heartedly congratulated himself on what surely would have been a disappointment, or a 40 year old perverted man pretending to be a Mistress, or maybe even someone who was luring him to his death. You also came around front and delicately wiped up the pre-cum and brought it to my lips. Upon arrival you introduce me to the proprietor, an old acquaintance of yours, and inform her that I am your "latest acquisition" and thus need to be appropriately attired for future service. I had it memorized, I just As we move about I take in the magnitude of this incredible situation. He forced himself to breathe. Tell me now. You agree and point out that this is why I am one of your "bois" - you have to control me since I can't be trusted to do it myself. The proprietor said that we could have what we wanted, she wanted to test drive my tongue and see if I could last through more than one climax. Such a risk. He could feel pressure of her breasts on his back, through the warm leather dress, as her hands cupped his buttocks. She reached between his legs to cup his balls tightly. The flowers were a very touching gesture she thought, and the way he stayed so still and waited was pleasing. A dim light flickered behind the curtains and he remembered her question about his pain tolerance. If you are having second thoughts, this will be the time to leave. She replies that she has never seen a man masturbate and wonders aloud if I would do so under your command. She leaned forward, bringing her lips to his ear, and placed the tip of the crop under the head of his cock, raising it a little. The fantasy that I develop is a mix of the stories I have just read and the images I've just seen.





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If you are having second thoughts, this will be the time to leave. While you are ordering me to stand in various poses, one of the young salesladies begins to giggle and I relax a bit. You assure the lady that I will fulfill her wish, but you would like to humiliate me a bit more in other ways. This swiftly turned to faltering when she reached under her dress and slid her panties down to her ankles, stepping out of them. The other remaining saleslady had lubricated her finger with her own juices and worked it into my asshole. I want to exist for your pleasure. You announce that we are going shopping and we leave forthwith for a shop you have patronized in the past. You instruct me to slide them down slowly, stopping every inch or so while you snap some images. If he hadn't found himself so rock hard at the prospect, he probably would have tucked his tail between his legs and dashed to the safety of his apartment and roommates, where he would have half-heartedly congratulated himself on what surely would have been a disappointment, or a 40 year old perverted man pretending to be a Mistress, or maybe even someone who was luring him to his death. Exactly 8 o'clock. Handing him a bottle of cream, he was instructed to remove her boots and massage her feet. Whatever I say. She clicked her tongue in disapproval. Are you wasting my time? When she had had enough, she took his chin in her hand and raised his face to her. A moment's hesitation, a gathering of courage, and then a crossing of the threshold. He thought of his mother and how she'd be shocked if she knew that the son she raised so religiously was walking up the steps to an unfamiliar house to kneel before a strange woman who would put a collar and leash on him and treat him as her slave for the next few hours. Clothes are to be folded neatly on the chair in the entranceway, after which he was to come and kneel for inspection, eyes downcast until given permission to speak. But first one of the two young salesladies took your place.





She hadn't been sure he'd actually come. He started to recite it, pleased with himself that the words came easily, his tone verging on cockiness. His cheeks burned at how much he did not want his father to ever know that the strong, ambitious son he'd raised to conquer the world was moments from being over a woman's knee, being spanked until his other set of cheeks also burned. A smile of pleasure danced on her lips. Sometimes I am told to model something, and this leads to more photos and giggles, with a bit of overt sexual activity thrown in. Sorry, Mistress. Hence I turn to the Literotica web site and search for stories that contain the ingredients which will produce a climax. She is careful not to hurt me, but her touch is no longer tentative. A part of him wanted to drop his eyes in awe of the beautiful woman in tight black leather, whose picture did not do her justice, but another part of him never wanted to stop looking at her. After a moment of silence, she gave a nod of approval and casually stated that maybe one day he'd earn the right to put that knowledge to use. After a moment of contemplation, she sat back down and raised his face to her. He silently cursed himself, the rich scent of her filling his nostrils, then his mind, overwhelming any rational thought. When he thought he could not bear any more, she continued with two more blows, driving him to tears. When the proprietor was satisfied she rolled off of my face and lay in an exhausted pile on the floor beside me. What follows is a story based upon what she might do with me on a future visit. At this point one of the sales ladies inquires as to just how far my obedience will go. I am instructed to try on a pair of pink panties and to march out to the three-way mirror in the main part of the store. She smiled slightly and reached down to firmly grasp his ribboned cock, her lips now almost touching his, and he breathed in her sweet breath, barely exhaling. He knew she was watching, could feel the green eyes from her photo surveying him and he felt panic rising as he wondered if he would be able to please her, to bring a smile to her lips, to be her good boy. He only did that once, in an attempt to ease what had become a constant erection, but found it only worsened the desire, the ache to have Friday night arrive, to be on his knees naked for his clothed Goddess. This is normally a hard-limit for me, because I don't want to ever experience any degree of pain, no matter how slight. Cum which you would later feed to me in scoops with your finger. He closed his eyes, focusing on his task, found his place again and continued. I lovingly and ardently applied myself to the task of pleasing you with my tongue. Be my good boy? At this point a tentative hand reaches between my legs from behind and fondles my balls. She touched his left shoulder with her crop, running it down the biceps, and when she did, she could hear his breath stop. Upon arrival you introduce me to the proprietor, an old acquaintance of yours, and inform her that I am your "latest acquisition" and thus need to be appropriately attired for future service.







































She wonders aloud why a woman of your intelligence, beauty, and stature would bother with a poor example of manhood like me. Please, Mistress, please. After a good dozen slaps, he was biting his lip to keep from whimpering, his buttcheeks burning deeply. Mistress, please, I promise I am not wasting your time! He'd driven past three times, hands shaking, stomach churning, checking the address on the scrap of paper, looking at the time on dashboard, having been sternly warned not to be late. As is the style these days with some of the younger women, her pussy was a hairless bald mound that was already dripping with her juices. The proprietor assures me that the shop was closed upon our arrival and that there are no patrons about; only the two of you and her two employees working in the front. After a moment of contemplation, she sat back down and raised his face to her. She used her crop to lift them to his nose. Pleasing again. For example, when I am told to model some crotchless panties, you instruct me to turn around and bend over at the waist, holding my asscheeks as far apart as possible. He was athletic, well toned, pleasing. She sat on my face facing my feet; her finger had never left my ass. What follows is a story based upon what she might do with me on a future visit. He could, however, stroke to the edge and then stop. In this extremely vulnerable position I hear a bit of soft conversation and giggling going on behind me, but I can't make out the words. After a moment of silence, she gave a nod of approval and casually stated that maybe one day he'd earn the right to put that knowledge to use.

He jumped slightly as she touched his shoulders from behind before slowly running her hands down his back, bringing herself to a squat until her thighs were on either side of his hips. He had quivered at the directions, meekly responding with "Yes, Mistress", the bulge in his pants stiffening with every word until his groin ached. She touched his left shoulder with her crop, running it down the biceps, and when she did, she could hear his breath stop. No command was necessary, I licked your fingers clean. She wonders aloud why a woman of your intelligence, beauty, and stature would bother with a poor example of manhood like me. Size, color, and price are the aspects that concern you. And hurry up, Mistress likes her floor to be clean. She leaned forward, bringing her lips to his ear, and placed the tip of the crop under the head of his cock, raising it a little. As is the style these days with some of the younger women, her pussy was a hairless bald mound that was already dripping with her juices. When I am alone I usually need the written word, sometimes augmented by video or still images, to masturbate. She came fast, writhing and moaning so loudly I thought a passer-by would call it in and we'd all get arrested. But that voice, so confident and sexy, firmly giving him his commands for the evening. And yet, his email had been so genuine, pleading for the chance to please her, to surrender totally to her, to please give him a chance to submit, and his attitude belied his lack of experience. And his dad! She sat on my face facing my feet; her finger had never left my ass. In your absence it has dawned on me that I am not only exposed to the two of you, but to any patrons and employees as well.



After some discussion about the practical logistics, you ordered me to simply lie on my back on the floor. More than anything. She used her crop to lift them to his nose. He stayed, forehead to the ground, ass on fire, feeling humiliated and penitent. He didn't care. Her own sighs of pleasure and moans told me that I was doing a good job rimming her asshole and using the tip of my tongue on her squeaky-clean anus. It is only a few minutes, but it seems like an eternity before you return. His breath was shallow and quick, his heart racing, his stomach tossing as he waited, naked, for some sign of approval, or even of acknowledgement. Typically I need to read several stories, as there isn't a single one which is enough to stimulate me completely. A smile of pleasure danced on her lips. In your absence it has dawned on me that I am not only exposed to the two of you, but to any patrons and employees as well. Cum which you would later feed to me in scoops with your finger.





A variation on this is for me to be completely naked, but be ordered to spend several minutes French Kissing a CD gurl who is a friend of hers and then give him a blow job. Sorry, Mistress. When he thought he could not bear any more, she continued with two more blows, driving him to tears. Pleasing again. When she had had enough, she took his chin in her hand and raised his face to her. You assure the lady that I will fulfill her wish, but you would like to humiliate me a bit more in other ways. He clasped his hands behind his back and did as he was told. After instructing me to wait - with the curtain open - the two of you walk back out into the store to find something that meets your requirements. Cross-dressing is a fetish that produces mixed feelings in me. Is that understood? You simply look at me and say "Well, Leo? He was athletic, well toned, pleasing. And his dad! At some point I stop reading, close my eyes and begin to stroke myself slowly and gently to a tumescent state. For example, being "forced" to don a pair of female panties, or a wig and then give a blowjob to a Lady's husband, boyfriend or other acquaintance. I was being gently tortured at the same time. He thought of his mother and how she'd be shocked if she knew that the son she raised so religiously was walking up the steps to an unfamiliar house to kneel before a strange woman who would put a collar and leash on him and treat him as her slave for the next few hours. As you commence to capture more images, you demand that I pivot slowly on the platform, so that you can record my curving cock from different angles. I am instructed to try on a pair of pink panties and to march out to the three-way mirror in the main part of the store. But until that day, you will be paddled every time you let me down. Clothes are to be folded neatly on the chair in the entranceway, after which he was to come and kneel for inspection, eyes downcast until given permission to speak. If you are having second thoughts, this will be the time to leave. Whose is it? After a moment of contemplation, she sat back down and raised his face to her. You instruct me to slide them down slowly, stopping every inch or so while you snap some images. For example, when I am told to model some crotchless panties, you instruct me to turn around and bend over at the waist, holding my asscheeks as far apart as possible. The other remaining saleslady had lubricated her finger with her own juices and worked it into my asshole. She is intrigued, but is also aware of the purpose of the visit and proceeds to cast her appraising eyes upon me again, this time mentally determining my size in women's wear.





I want to exist for your pleasure. He knew she was watching, could feel the green eyes from her photo surveying him and he felt panic rising as he wondered if he would be able to please her, to bring a smile to her lips, to be her good boy. At this point a tentative hand reaches between my legs from behind and fondles my balls. The thought of enduring for her to please her caused him to throb and he turned off the engine and wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs. She allows me to serve her because she enjoys using my mouth and tongue for her pleasure and she can practice humiliating me in different ways. He quickly scanned his memory: ribbon was in place, clothes folded, according to his clock he'd been on time, genitals groomed as required, fingernails and toenails clean and trimmed, and the roses for good measure. While in these situations it is possible, it is not guaranteed, it is actually a rare experience for me, unless the Lady humiliates me both verbally and by demanding that I perform humiliating submissive acts. He could make out her form now, shadowy in a wingback chair, her curly hair framing her oval face, and he moved quickly forward and dropped to his knees, eyes cast down, placing the flowers in front of her black lace-up high heel boots and clasped his hands behind his back. The curtain to the room is left wide open so I am in full view as you and the proprietor stand there, chatting amiably while I undress. She came fast, writhing and moaning so loudly I thought a passer-by would call it in and we'd all get arrested. In very short order this Lady gains confidence and begins handling my balls with self-assurance. Please your Mistress? A moment's hesitation, a gathering of courage, and then a crossing of the threshold. He'd always found CFNM porn to be his favourite and the chance to make it a reality was an all-consuming desire; the chance to be a naked slave for a clothed older woman who would use him mercilessly for her absolute pleasure had erased all other longings. Keep your hands behind your back. After a moment of silence, she gave a nod of approval and casually stated that maybe one day he'd earn the right to put that knowledge to use. Without a word, I found that I was mirroring her finger motions with my tongue. Punish me as you see fit. Cum which you would later feed to me in scoops with your finger. The other remaining saleslady had lubricated her finger with her own juices and worked it into my asshole. Finally, I hear you say in a clear and confident voice: "Sure, go ahead, he's my property and has no say in who I let touch him, no part of his body is off limits. He'd driven past three times, hands shaking, stomach churning, checking the address on the scrap of paper, looking at the time on dashboard, having been sternly warned not to be late. For example, when I am told to model some crotchless panties, you instruct me to turn around and bend over at the waist, holding my asscheeks as far apart as possible.

She hadn't been sure he'd actually come. Being able to demonstrate your absolute control over me made you wetter than I thought possible. Such a risk. As is the style these days with some of the younger women, her pussy was a hairless bald mound that was already dripping with her juices. In your absence it has dawned on me that I am not only exposed to the two of you, but to any patrons and employees as well. Some men are just naturals, wanting to please a woman, needing to exist for her pleasure to feel fulfilled, and the chance to train a young pup like him with such potential was irresistible.

Tears had wet his cheeks and his eyes stayed downcast. When I am alone I usually need the written word, sometimes augmented by video or still images, to masturbate. Picking up a book from the shelf beside her, she opened it and started to read, ignoring the slave at her feet. The thought of enduring for her to please her caused him to throb and he turned off the engine and wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs. He could, however, stroke to the edge and then stop. Please, Mistress, please. At this point a tentative hand reaches between my legs from behind and fondles my balls. He closed his eyes, focusing on his task, found his place again and continued. Upon arrival you introduce me to the proprietor, an old acquaintance of yours, and inform her that I am your "latest acquisition" and thus need to be appropriately attired for future service. His breath was shallow and quick, his heart racing, his stomach tossing as he waited, naked, for some sign of approval, or even of acknowledgement. I am instructed to try on a pair of pink panties and to march out to the three-way mirror in the main part of the store. In this case, there was a small degree of discomfort, but it only lasted a minute and then I began to enjoy the sensations. You agree and point out that this is why I am one of your "bois" - you have to control me since I can't be trusted to do it myself. He'd always found CFNM porn to be his favourite and the chance to make it a reality was an all-consuming desire; the chance to be a naked slave for a clothed older woman who would use him mercilessly for her absolute pleasure had erased all other longings. As you commence to capture more images, you demand that I pivot slowly on the platform, so that you can record my curving cock from different angles.



He could feel pressure of her breasts on his back, through the warm leather dress, as her hands cupped his buttocks. Slowly she moved around him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, and he thought he might just faint. Her perfume was heady, intoxicating, and he resisted the urge to turn and bury his face in her neck. As I step up onto the small platform the two young salesladies saunter over for a closer look. When the proprietor was satisfied she rolled off of my face and lay in an exhausted pile on the floor beside me. After the moaner had rolled off of my face, this lady replaced her. Sorry, Mistress. And yet, his email had been so genuine, pleading for the chance to please her, to surrender totally to her, to please give him a chance to submit, and his attitude belied his lack of experience. He glanced at his penis; it was sticking straight out like a bowsprit, and to his horror he saw it was dripping precum onto the floor. He stayed, forehead to the ground, ass on fire, feeling humiliated and penitent. He forced himself to breathe. While in these situations it is possible, it is not guaranteed, it is actually a rare experience for me, unless the Lady humiliates me both verbally and by demanding that I perform humiliating submissive acts. Hence I turn to the Literotica web site and search for stories that contain the ingredients which will produce a climax. The flowers were a very touching gesture she thought, and the way he stayed so still and waited was pleasing. The curtain to the room is left wide open so I am in full view as you and the proprietor stand there, chatting amiably while I undress. For example, being "forced" to don a pair of female panties, or a wig and then give a blowjob to a Lady's husband, boyfriend or other acquaintance. While you are ordering me to stand in various poses, one of the young salesladies begins to giggle and I relax a bit. You agree and point out that this is why I am one of your "bois" - you have to control me since I can't be trusted to do it myself. She smiled at the way he stumbled over his words at the sight of her silky violet panties, the cotton gusset darker from the moistness of her. I want to exist for your pleasure. When he thought he could not bear any more, she continued with two more blows, driving him to tears. He closed his eyes, focusing on his task, found his place again and continued. This was her favourite part: that transitory period of time when a new slave arrives for the first time, overwhelmed by fear of the unknown and yet driven to come to her, that agonizing wait to hear her voice in person, to feel her touch, to be given that approval they seek so badly. When she had had enough, she took his chin in her hand and raised his face to her.





While I was tending to her needs, you were capturing this on your camera, and the two ladies were stroking my cock and playing with my ass; not enough to climax, but just enough to keep me hard. When the proprietor was satisfied she rolled off of my face and lay in an exhausted pile on the floor beside me. Apparently she was playing with her pussy and clit with her other hand, because it wasn't long before she too began to buck her hips and writhe in throes of a powerful climax. You wasted no time in replacing her soft pussy lips with yours. After a moment of onanistic pleasure you command me to stop. She turns to the proprietor and says "It looks like he just bought this pair, since we can't sell them to anyone else now! Be my good boy? He could, however, stroke to the edge and then stop. He stepped from the brightly lit entranceway into the candlelit living room, faltering as his eyes adjusted. What follows is a story based upon what she might do with me on a future visit. When my cock has finally snapped free and is bobbing up and down lewdly in front of the four of you, you tell me to stop again. He will be completely dressed, but I'll be ordered to lift his skirt, slide down his panties and suck him like it was my last meal. Such a risk. No command was necessary, I licked your fingers clean.







































After a moment of onanistic pleasure you command me to stop. A smile of pleasure danced on her lips. He stayed, forehead to the ground, ass on fire, feeling humiliated and penitent. The fantasy that I develop is a mix of the stories I have just read and the images I've just seen. Here I am, a middle-aged male, walking around the display floor of a woman's store completely naked. Finally, I hear you say in a clear and confident voice: "Sure, go ahead, he's my property and has no say in who I let touch him, no part of his body is off limits. She came fast, writhing and moaning so loudly I thought a passer-by would call it in and we'd all get arrested. What had she been thinking when she considered him? Cuffs placed tightly on each of his ankles and wrists before walking to the front of him and sitting once again in her chair to look him over. She wonders aloud why a woman of your intelligence, beauty, and stature would bother with a poor example of manhood like me. I told you to memorize them word for word. But first one of the two young salesladies took your place. The young ones were fickle, easily scared off, pulled by their societal obligation to assert their male dominance while secretly hoarding the shameful desire to hand it all over. Around your seventh or eighth climax you flooded my face with your powerful juices and the attention being paid to my balls and asshole combined to take me over the edge; to a blasting orgasm that covered my lower belly with hot, thick, milky cum. What follows is a story based upon what she might do with me on a future visit. My cock, which had begun to soften, was suddenly rock solid. The first sting of the leather slapper made him inhale sharply, but he quickly composed himself for the following blows. In his mind he was already hers. In your absence it has dawned on me that I am not only exposed to the two of you, but to any patrons and employees as well. I lay flat on my back, completely naked and with my legs spread wide. When the proprietor was satisfied she rolled off of my face and lay in an exhausted pile on the floor beside me.

No command was necessary, I licked your fingers clean. He was athletic, well toned, pleasing. What had she been thinking when she considered him? She smiled slightly and reached down to firmly grasp his ribboned cock, her lips now almost touching his, and he breathed in her sweet breath, barely exhaling. I do not wish to be dressed, but I can paradoxically see the allure of being feminized to a slight degree, as a way of illustrating a Lady's dominance over me. I've disappointed you and I'm sorry. He could feel pressure of her breasts on his back, through the warm leather dress, as her hands cupped his buttocks. She is intrigued, but is also aware of the purpose of the visit and proceeds to cast her appraising eyes upon me again, this time mentally determining my size in women's wear. Without a word, I found that I was mirroring her finger motions with my tongue. Around your seventh or eighth climax you flooded my face with your powerful juices and the attention being paid to my balls and asshole combined to take me over the edge; to a blasting orgasm that covered my lower belly with hot, thick, milky cum. A dim light flickered behind the curtains and he remembered her question about his pain tolerance. Tender licks, long licks, thorough licks, like a little boy with an ice cream cone. A part of him wanted to drop his eyes in awe of the beautiful woman in tight black leather, whose picture did not do her justice, but another part of him never wanted to stop looking at her.



He closed his eyes, focusing on his task, found his place again and continued. She sat on my face facing my feet; her finger had never left my ass. She continued to play with it and adjusted her position so that my tongue was aimed at her asshole instead of her pussy. When the proprietor was satisfied she rolled off of my face and lay in an exhausted pile on the floor beside me. If he hadn't found himself so rock hard at the prospect, he probably would have tucked his tail between his legs and dashed to the safety of his apartment and roommates, where he would have half-heartedly congratulated himself on what surely would have been a disappointment, or a 40 year old perverted man pretending to be a Mistress, or maybe even someone who was luring him to his death. I told you to memorize them word for word. He struggled wildly in his mind to find the words he had known by heart a half hour ago, coming up empty. My concern is that someone would be frightened or offended by the sight of a naked man in the dressing room of a shop catering only to women. You also came around front and delicately wiped up the pre-cum and brought it to my lips. With the Lady behind me fondling my balls and the Lady in front stroking my cock, it wasn't long before some pre-cum made an appearance at the head of my cock. Picking up a book from the shelf beside her, she opened it and started to read, ignoring the slave at her feet. Her eyes scanned him once more, taking in the carefully tied bow, the humble stance, the smooth curve of the white young back leading down the firm curve of the buttocks. When my cock has finally snapped free and is bobbing up and down lewdly in front of the four of you, you tell me to stop again. I want to exist for your pleasure. He thought of his mother and how she'd be shocked if she knew that the son she raised so religiously was walking up the steps to an unfamiliar house to kneel before a strange woman who would put a collar and leash on him and treat him as her slave for the next few hours. Even if I want to fuck it? Her perfume was heady, intoxicating, and he resisted the urge to turn and bury his face in her neck. By the time she rolled off of me, my face neck and chest was glistening in the light with the combined juices of four women, all of them laying on the floor around me in states of post-orgasmic bliss. Around your seventh or eighth climax you flooded my face with your powerful juices and the attention being paid to my balls and asshole combined to take me over the edge; to a blasting orgasm that covered my lower belly with hot, thick, milky cum. You wasted no time in replacing her soft pussy lips with yours. Pleasing again. She is careful not to hurt me, but her touch is no longer tentative. You want me to model another pair of panties so I begin to slide these down when you command me to stop.





He knew she was watching, could feel the green eyes from her photo surveying him and he felt panic rising as he wondered if he would be able to please her, to bring a smile to her lips, to be her good boy. Exactly 8 o'clock. More than anything. Apparently she was playing with her pussy and clit with her other hand, because it wasn't long before she too began to buck her hips and writhe in throes of a powerful climax. The humiliation can take many forms, but one of her particular interests is in cross-dressing masculine looking men. Tender licks, long licks, thorough licks, like a little boy with an ice cream cone. Punish me as you see fit. The thought of enduring for her to please her caused him to throb and he turned off the engine and wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs. His cheeks burned at how much he did not want his father to ever know that the strong, ambitious son he'd raised to conquer the world was moments from being over a woman's knee, being spanked until his other set of cheeks also burned. Sorry, Mistress. The proprietor assures me that the shop was closed upon our arrival and that there are no patrons about; only the two of you and her two employees working in the front. When my cock has finally snapped free and is bobbing up and down lewdly in front of the four of you, you tell me to stop again. Purple ribbon tied securely around the cock and balls that would belong to her for the duration of his time with her. Upon arrival you introduce me to the proprietor, an old acquaintance of yours, and inform her that I am your "latest acquisition" and thus need to be appropriately attired for future service. The proprietor reached under her skirt to remove her own panties and easily lowered her extremely hairy pussy to my face. She smiled at the way he stumbled over his words at the sight of her silky violet panties, the cotton gusset darker from the moistness of her. After a moment of silence, she gave a nod of approval and casually stated that maybe one day he'd earn the right to put that knowledge to use. After a moment of onanistic pleasure you command me to stop. I am led into a fitting booth and commanded to strip. The first sting of the leather slapper made him inhale sharply, but he quickly composed himself for the following blows. Such a risk. Tell me how I like to be pleased. By the time she rolled off of me, my face neck and chest was glistening in the light with the combined juices of four women, all of them laying on the floor around me in states of post-orgasmic bliss. She makes a few disparaging comments amount the small size of my penis and my overall unappealing physique. Disappointing your Mistress so soon. She sighed and adjusted her leather dress so it rested straight across her thighs, then picked up her crop and toyed with it. I had it memorized, I just Slowly she moved around him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, and he thought he might just faint.





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