eosuchus
02-13-2010, 04:37 PM
Have You Been a Good Boy?
by eosuchus
"Close the door, honey and come right over here."
His hand was shaking as he obeyed. The door shut with a soft click, a presentiment of doom. He'd gone too far now. There was no going back.
She was waiting, seated on a plush chair of pink satin with a straight back and no arms. It was pushed back from her vanity table. Beyond lay the bed, pink coverlet, white satin pillows, softly gleaming in the low light.
Moira Evans was a full bodied woman in middle age. Her breasts thrust against the silk of her robe, her cleavage was immense compared to all the girls he'd ever known.
"Did you put on what I sent you?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Show me." Her smile produced matching dimples on either cheek. Her eyes were dark, deep and luminous. He trembled. His hands seemed all thumbs as he
undid his trousers, unzipped his fly and pulled them down.
"Lift the shirt," she said with an impatient wave of one hand.
He did. She studied the tight pink panties he'd put on that afternoon before coming to see her. They were special panties, made of silk, with just enough room to contain the male genitalia in a special tight fitting pouch that bulged out in a ludicrous, embarrassing way. They were designed with a special purpose, to display nude, shaved male genitals and provide the maximum humiliation for the male.
"Good. They fit perfectly, don't they?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
She held out her right hand, palm downwards. The ring, the special one, gleamed in gold on her ring finger. He went down on one knee, took her hand with his and kissed the beautifully rendered figure of Woman on that ring.
"Remove your clothes, honey, except for those, of course."
He undressed, folded his clothes and put them on the little table by the door.
When that was done he returned to her side. She was brushing her shoulder length, dark brown hair. He waited, hands at his side.
She put down the hairbrush and turned to study him again. She smiled and put her hand between his legs and took hold of his balls in the panty-sac. He shuddered and shook. His penis, already erect, was struggling to escape confinement in the tight panty and began to thrust up over the elastic band.
"Have you been a good boy?" she said.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"You haven't masturbated? Not once?"
"Uh, no, Ma'am. It's been very hard."
"I know. It is hard for boys not to play with themselves. But if you've been good then I will be happy and that's much more important, isn't it?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
She was gently kneading his balls in her hand, each increase in pressure sending his penis higher up his belly, clean out of the confining panty.
"Why don't we go lie down on the bed for a while. We can talk while you do things that I like."
His brain was on fire, his breathing was hot and fast in his chest, like he'd just sprinted two hundred yards. He was having trouble thinking straight as she lead him to the bed with an arm around his waist, her hand resting lightly on his hip.
"That was a wonderful spanking last time, wasn't it?"
How could he respond to that? It was the most incredible experience of his life. It had happened right here. He would never forget it.
"What, cat got your tongue?"
"Oh, Ma'am, I, I, I..." he couldn't finish.
She giggled and let one hand stray down to rub and pat his pantyclad ass.
"And you were so sweet afterwards, and so eager to please me." She chucked him under the chin, then tugged on his ear lobe to bring his face down into her cleavage. While she held him there, she rubbed her abdomen across his crotch and whispered in his ear.
"So sweet, so good at licking me."
As instructed, he kept his arms at his side, remaining completely passive. The scent of her body, mingled with the perfume she wore filled his nostrils, adding fuel to the fire in his brain.
"Oh, God," he muttered as she let him up for air.
He heard her laugh. "No, dear, that's "oh, Goddess."
She made him sit on the bed, then sat on his lap and pushed him back a bit. Her breasts had slipped free of the robe, a nipple came to his mouth.
"Suckle, dear, show me how much you want to give me pleasure." Her hands pressed his head into her breast, he sucked on her nipple, he sucked as hard as he could.
"Mmmm, yes, you are showing devotion. I like that." She took his earlobes between her fingers and leaned in and kissed him. It was a long, slow, serious kiss, and her tongue pressed into his mouth, and then she took his lower lip between her teeth and bit down, quite hard for a moment, before releasing him.
He looked up into her dark eyes. He felt like he'd been marked, or branded in some way as Her property. He felt that nothing would be better than to belong to Her. Her eyes read the look in his and sparkled, she was pleased.
"Down," she whispered. He lay back on the bed and she lay beside him, resting on her left elbow. Her right hand strayed in between his legs and fondled his balls and penis.
His breathing was still hot and heavy, he thought his pulse must be racing. He felt so close to ejaculating that he trembled.
"P,p,p,please, Ma'am, don't. I'm going to, uh, you know."
She chuckled, then took his balls in her hand and squeezed them really hard.
"Ugh!" he doubled up. A wave of nausea enveloped him and as it ebbed so he found he had slipped back from the precipice of ejaculation. His penis was still hard, but no longer throbbing so insistently.
She pressed him back down onto the bed, until he was lying on his back.
"Good. That's better. Now, tell me, how does it feel to be here like this?"
"Uh," he was recovering from having his balls crushed, and her hand was stroking him again. "I don't know, I mean, I love you."
She smiled. "Of course, you do, baby. But you've just never met a woman like me, before."
Which was absolutely true. He'd known girls, he'd had girlfriends, but they were nothing like Her. And since that day he'd met Her, his life had shifted completely off its former course. He felt that he could never go back.
At the time, well, it had seemed like a chance encounter at the mall. It'd been in the space outside the Victoria's Secret store, which he always liked to scope out. He often masturbated thinking about women wearing those kinds of stockings, panties, and bras. He'd turned away and virtually bumped right into her, knocking her packages to the floor. There'd been a long shocking second or two as he stared at her and absorbed the view. She was wearing a black leather suit, with a short skirt, dark stockings and patent leather high heels. It conformed perfectly to his dreams of a Domina. Then he'd snapped out of dreaming, when she told him he was a clumsy boy in a tone that mingled anger with something else, something almost approving.
He'd said he was sorry. She'd smiled, and then told him, ordered him, to pick up her packages. For a second or two he'd hesitated. Just being ordered like that, it was humiliating, but it was also exciting. And then he'd obeyed her, and that too had been thrilling in a strange way.
Then she'd simply walked away and left him to follow her, carrying a bag and a couple of boxes. She walked all the way out to her car and opened the trunk. Then, while he put her things inside, she asked him some questions.
She was new to the area, was setting up a Day Spa in the old Ironwood Building. She had lots of questions about the town, and at the end a few about him. When she spoke to him she looked into his eyes in a way that no girl had ever done. He felt exposed, and aroused and eager to please her. That first encounter had ended with an exchange of phone numbers, before she drove away.
He'd thought about her all that night. Masturbating twice. Imagining her being a dominatrix, punishing him, forcing him to service her. Why was she wearing a black leather suit. And those high heels. Those were Dominatrix shoes without a doubt.
The next day he'd called. And called, and called again. Finally, on the fifth attempt he reached Her. She'd told him to meet her at a little bistro he'd never visited before. The owner was a woman, all the staff were female too. She arrived wearing a tight fitting satin skirt and a leather bustier. She had on long, black velvet gloves and boots that came up to just below her knees. They had a drink, she ordered champagne.
She asked him to talk about himself. He felt gauche, clumsy, but he did his best not to sound childish. He knew she was amused by him, but that there was something else going on. He felt as if he was being inspected, being graded for some role. The thought set him off on a roller coaster of emotional excitement. It was like nothing he had ever known before.
Then, they'd gone for a stroll along the river. She'd told him that she'd taken a fancy to him at the mall and made sure that he bumped into her. She'd seen him from inside Victoria's Secret, and she liked the idea of a cute young guy staring at her while she modelled interesting underclothes. He'd told her how glad he was that she'd done that. She'd laughed.
They'd kissed. He'd been flying, absolutely over the moon. She was fifteen years his senior, but that only seemed to make her more desirable. That date ended soon afterwards and left him hardly able to think of anything but her. At home, in his bed, he masturbated three times before he went to sleep.
They met again, intending to see a movie, but right away she’d declared that she'd changed the plan. Instead of the movie she wanted to show him her new house. So they'd come here, to this house. They'd had a drink, and then out of the blue, she'd asked him to strip naked for her. Actually, she hadn’t asked as much as she’d ordered him to strip.
It had been such an incredible moment. He'd been stunned. He knew his jaw had just dropped open and that he'd stared at her like some total fool.
"Go on," she'd said in a tone of command. "I want you naked."
Then, when he was still standing there, confused, she’d frowned and snapped. "Now!"
Once again he'd discovered that he could not disobey her. And so he'd done it. Taking off his shirt, his pants, shoes socks, until he was just in his boxer shorts.
"Get them off!" she'd snapped.
Then he was naked.
"Stand to attention."
She'd walked slowly around him, and her hand stroked the hard six pack on his abdomen, and then lingered for a while on his right buttock, squeezing it and patting it.
More than ever he'd felt like an animal being inspected by a prospective owner, and he’d been incredibly excited.
Then they'd sat together on this very bed with the pink coverlet and she'd kissed him and cuddled with him and let him kiss her breasts and her belly and even the crotch of her scarlet satin panties. And then she'd put wrist cuffs on him and turned him around and cuffed his hands behind his back before she pulled him over her lap and spanked him.
It'd been a long spanking too. At least half an hour. Mostly just her hand, but after a while she'd used a paddle, and that had really stung. And he’d
tried not to make any noise, but in the end he’d been unable not to cry, and tears ran down his face, and while they were tears of pain, they were also tears of
incredible erotic pleasure.
It had been his deepest FemDom dream come true.
And afterwards, in this bed, with his head between Her thighs, then under Her ass, with his breath at her disposal, his penis in her hand, as if it were her joystick, just a tool with which to control him, he felt himself sliding into a mental space like nothing he had ever known or even dreamed of.
Oh, Goddess, the memories were incredible, astonishing.
And now, once again, he was here. On this bed, beside her, completely under her spell. Her touch made him jump, while fluttery sensations ran up and down his spine.
Her hand was cupping his balls again. His penis was as hard as it had ever been, and yet, somehow he had found the will to keep himself from coming.
"Do you imagine yourself fucking me?" she said softly.
"I," he gasped. "I don't know if I'm worthy of that. I don’t know. I mean, I would, I...”
"You have a nice cock," she was holding it in her hand, pulling it out of the tight panty.
He gasped.
"Thank you, uh, "
"Mistress, dear, just call me, Mistress."
"Yes, Mistress."
It was so natural, so right.
"And I like the way you've removed all that nasty male hair. Did you wax?"
"Yes, Mistress. And tweezered."
"Ouch," she chuckled. "That shows the kind of devotion I like."
"Thank you, Mistress." Each time he said it, it sounded better. It was just the natural thing to say to Her.
"Would you like to be my slave?"
And there it was, out in the open, laid on the table, right there in front of him. Then the words burst out of him without any restraint.
"Oh, yes, Mistress."
"You're very eager. It can be a hard life being a slave. I can be very demanding, you know."
For a moment he confronted what it might be like. To really be Her slave. To serve Her in every way that she might want for twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Forever. To have no will of his own, no ambitions, no dreams of anything other than the incredible, intoxicating urge to please and satisfy Her.
"Yesss, I guess, but I would want only to please you."
She smiled.
"Okay, let's think about that. You would live here with me. You would continue to work in the daytime, but at home you would take care of all the domestic chores, and you would take cooking classes so you could cook all the meals. You would do all the grocery shopping and all the yardwork. You wouldn't have much spare time."
Her hand caressed his penis again. He shivered.
"No more hanging out with your friends. You'd have to give all that up. You'd be much too busy for anything like that."
"I understand, Mistress."
"In fact, no more anything that wasn't entirely about me. Believe me, I will keep you busy for every waking moment in every day."
"Yes, Mistress."
"And I would expect you to perform for me sexually just about every night, perhaps in the morning too. Being my slave would be quite a challenge."
He gasped, her stroking was taking him to the point where he would not be able to hold back.
She realized this and grabbed his balls once more and crushed them hard.
It took him a minute or so to recover.
"You would have no life of your own, understand? Every moment of the day, outside of your job, would be devoted to me. You would polish my shoes, iron my
clothes, paint my nails, make my meals, and serve me in my bed. Think about that."
He did. His penis throbbed, returning to full, screaming erection.
"That would be like having my greatest dream come true, Mistress."
"You would be my constant, submissive companion. You would think only of my needs, my wants, my desires. After a while you would have no will of your own. You would give me all your money and I would give you a weekly allowance, just enough to get you lunch and coffee at work. I would choose all your clothes, your haircuts, everything. You would have no independence at all. And, most important of all," she smiled and toyed with his hair, leaning over him, letting him comprehend
how Dominant she would be. "I would spank you every night and sit on your face."
His penis had gone rock hard once again.
"I know, Mistress."
"Hmmm, you're confident, perhaps too confident."
But the thought of belonging to Her, was overwhelming to him. Nothing else in life could come close.
"I kn-n-n-now it would be difficult. I know there'd be times when I would fail you."
"And I would punish you then, believe me."
"Yes, Mistress, but I will improve my service to you, until, well."
She smiled again, leaning across him, letting her large, full breasts brush against him.
"Until you were perfect?"
"As close as I could manage."
"Mmmm, that sounds like what I want."
Slowly she sat up, her heavy breasts jouncing around before his eyes. For a while she dangled them in his face, letting him kiss them. He felt her move, her breasts vanished, she had pivoted on one knee and now swung her other leg across him, with her ass right over his face.
He stared up at the two huge round mounds of her bottom as she paused for a moment. Her long hair shook out behind her, rippling down her back and she looked back over her shoulder down at him.
"This is what domination means, slave," she said, and then she lowered her ass and sat down on his face.
The light vanished, the pressure began. She wriggled from side to side for a moment as her buttocks slid down on either side and his lips were pressed against her anus. He kissed her in the manner of the male slave beneath the Dominant Woman. She rose up for a moment.
"Pleasure your Mistress, slave. And later we'll talk about when I want you to move in with me and begin full time service."
"Yes, Mistress," he said, and set to work on this most servile and yet privileged
task of the male slave to Dominant Woman.
Copyright 2009 Permian Systems.
by eosuchus
"Close the door, honey and come right over here."
His hand was shaking as he obeyed. The door shut with a soft click, a presentiment of doom. He'd gone too far now. There was no going back.
She was waiting, seated on a plush chair of pink satin with a straight back and no arms. It was pushed back from her vanity table. Beyond lay the bed, pink coverlet, white satin pillows, softly gleaming in the low light.
Moira Evans was a full bodied woman in middle age. Her breasts thrust against the silk of her robe, her cleavage was immense compared to all the girls he'd ever known.
"Did you put on what I sent you?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Show me." Her smile produced matching dimples on either cheek. Her eyes were dark, deep and luminous. He trembled. His hands seemed all thumbs as he
undid his trousers, unzipped his fly and pulled them down.
"Lift the shirt," she said with an impatient wave of one hand.
He did. She studied the tight pink panties he'd put on that afternoon before coming to see her. They were special panties, made of silk, with just enough room to contain the male genitalia in a special tight fitting pouch that bulged out in a ludicrous, embarrassing way. They were designed with a special purpose, to display nude, shaved male genitals and provide the maximum humiliation for the male.
"Good. They fit perfectly, don't they?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
She held out her right hand, palm downwards. The ring, the special one, gleamed in gold on her ring finger. He went down on one knee, took her hand with his and kissed the beautifully rendered figure of Woman on that ring.
"Remove your clothes, honey, except for those, of course."
He undressed, folded his clothes and put them on the little table by the door.
When that was done he returned to her side. She was brushing her shoulder length, dark brown hair. He waited, hands at his side.
She put down the hairbrush and turned to study him again. She smiled and put her hand between his legs and took hold of his balls in the panty-sac. He shuddered and shook. His penis, already erect, was struggling to escape confinement in the tight panty and began to thrust up over the elastic band.
"Have you been a good boy?" she said.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"You haven't masturbated? Not once?"
"Uh, no, Ma'am. It's been very hard."
"I know. It is hard for boys not to play with themselves. But if you've been good then I will be happy and that's much more important, isn't it?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
She was gently kneading his balls in her hand, each increase in pressure sending his penis higher up his belly, clean out of the confining panty.
"Why don't we go lie down on the bed for a while. We can talk while you do things that I like."
His brain was on fire, his breathing was hot and fast in his chest, like he'd just sprinted two hundred yards. He was having trouble thinking straight as she lead him to the bed with an arm around his waist, her hand resting lightly on his hip.
"That was a wonderful spanking last time, wasn't it?"
How could he respond to that? It was the most incredible experience of his life. It had happened right here. He would never forget it.
"What, cat got your tongue?"
"Oh, Ma'am, I, I, I..." he couldn't finish.
She giggled and let one hand stray down to rub and pat his pantyclad ass.
"And you were so sweet afterwards, and so eager to please me." She chucked him under the chin, then tugged on his ear lobe to bring his face down into her cleavage. While she held him there, she rubbed her abdomen across his crotch and whispered in his ear.
"So sweet, so good at licking me."
As instructed, he kept his arms at his side, remaining completely passive. The scent of her body, mingled with the perfume she wore filled his nostrils, adding fuel to the fire in his brain.
"Oh, God," he muttered as she let him up for air.
He heard her laugh. "No, dear, that's "oh, Goddess."
She made him sit on the bed, then sat on his lap and pushed him back a bit. Her breasts had slipped free of the robe, a nipple came to his mouth.
"Suckle, dear, show me how much you want to give me pleasure." Her hands pressed his head into her breast, he sucked on her nipple, he sucked as hard as he could.
"Mmmm, yes, you are showing devotion. I like that." She took his earlobes between her fingers and leaned in and kissed him. It was a long, slow, serious kiss, and her tongue pressed into his mouth, and then she took his lower lip between her teeth and bit down, quite hard for a moment, before releasing him.
He looked up into her dark eyes. He felt like he'd been marked, or branded in some way as Her property. He felt that nothing would be better than to belong to Her. Her eyes read the look in his and sparkled, she was pleased.
"Down," she whispered. He lay back on the bed and she lay beside him, resting on her left elbow. Her right hand strayed in between his legs and fondled his balls and penis.
His breathing was still hot and heavy, he thought his pulse must be racing. He felt so close to ejaculating that he trembled.
"P,p,p,please, Ma'am, don't. I'm going to, uh, you know."
She chuckled, then took his balls in her hand and squeezed them really hard.
"Ugh!" he doubled up. A wave of nausea enveloped him and as it ebbed so he found he had slipped back from the precipice of ejaculation. His penis was still hard, but no longer throbbing so insistently.
She pressed him back down onto the bed, until he was lying on his back.
"Good. That's better. Now, tell me, how does it feel to be here like this?"
"Uh," he was recovering from having his balls crushed, and her hand was stroking him again. "I don't know, I mean, I love you."
She smiled. "Of course, you do, baby. But you've just never met a woman like me, before."
Which was absolutely true. He'd known girls, he'd had girlfriends, but they were nothing like Her. And since that day he'd met Her, his life had shifted completely off its former course. He felt that he could never go back.
At the time, well, it had seemed like a chance encounter at the mall. It'd been in the space outside the Victoria's Secret store, which he always liked to scope out. He often masturbated thinking about women wearing those kinds of stockings, panties, and bras. He'd turned away and virtually bumped right into her, knocking her packages to the floor. There'd been a long shocking second or two as he stared at her and absorbed the view. She was wearing a black leather suit, with a short skirt, dark stockings and patent leather high heels. It conformed perfectly to his dreams of a Domina. Then he'd snapped out of dreaming, when she told him he was a clumsy boy in a tone that mingled anger with something else, something almost approving.
He'd said he was sorry. She'd smiled, and then told him, ordered him, to pick up her packages. For a second or two he'd hesitated. Just being ordered like that, it was humiliating, but it was also exciting. And then he'd obeyed her, and that too had been thrilling in a strange way.
Then she'd simply walked away and left him to follow her, carrying a bag and a couple of boxes. She walked all the way out to her car and opened the trunk. Then, while he put her things inside, she asked him some questions.
She was new to the area, was setting up a Day Spa in the old Ironwood Building. She had lots of questions about the town, and at the end a few about him. When she spoke to him she looked into his eyes in a way that no girl had ever done. He felt exposed, and aroused and eager to please her. That first encounter had ended with an exchange of phone numbers, before she drove away.
He'd thought about her all that night. Masturbating twice. Imagining her being a dominatrix, punishing him, forcing him to service her. Why was she wearing a black leather suit. And those high heels. Those were Dominatrix shoes without a doubt.
The next day he'd called. And called, and called again. Finally, on the fifth attempt he reached Her. She'd told him to meet her at a little bistro he'd never visited before. The owner was a woman, all the staff were female too. She arrived wearing a tight fitting satin skirt and a leather bustier. She had on long, black velvet gloves and boots that came up to just below her knees. They had a drink, she ordered champagne.
She asked him to talk about himself. He felt gauche, clumsy, but he did his best not to sound childish. He knew she was amused by him, but that there was something else going on. He felt as if he was being inspected, being graded for some role. The thought set him off on a roller coaster of emotional excitement. It was like nothing he had ever known before.
Then, they'd gone for a stroll along the river. She'd told him that she'd taken a fancy to him at the mall and made sure that he bumped into her. She'd seen him from inside Victoria's Secret, and she liked the idea of a cute young guy staring at her while she modelled interesting underclothes. He'd told her how glad he was that she'd done that. She'd laughed.
They'd kissed. He'd been flying, absolutely over the moon. She was fifteen years his senior, but that only seemed to make her more desirable. That date ended soon afterwards and left him hardly able to think of anything but her. At home, in his bed, he masturbated three times before he went to sleep.
They met again, intending to see a movie, but right away she’d declared that she'd changed the plan. Instead of the movie she wanted to show him her new house. So they'd come here, to this house. They'd had a drink, and then out of the blue, she'd asked him to strip naked for her. Actually, she hadn’t asked as much as she’d ordered him to strip.
It had been such an incredible moment. He'd been stunned. He knew his jaw had just dropped open and that he'd stared at her like some total fool.
"Go on," she'd said in a tone of command. "I want you naked."
Then, when he was still standing there, confused, she’d frowned and snapped. "Now!"
Once again he'd discovered that he could not disobey her. And so he'd done it. Taking off his shirt, his pants, shoes socks, until he was just in his boxer shorts.
"Get them off!" she'd snapped.
Then he was naked.
"Stand to attention."
She'd walked slowly around him, and her hand stroked the hard six pack on his abdomen, and then lingered for a while on his right buttock, squeezing it and patting it.
More than ever he'd felt like an animal being inspected by a prospective owner, and he’d been incredibly excited.
Then they'd sat together on this very bed with the pink coverlet and she'd kissed him and cuddled with him and let him kiss her breasts and her belly and even the crotch of her scarlet satin panties. And then she'd put wrist cuffs on him and turned him around and cuffed his hands behind his back before she pulled him over her lap and spanked him.
It'd been a long spanking too. At least half an hour. Mostly just her hand, but after a while she'd used a paddle, and that had really stung. And he’d
tried not to make any noise, but in the end he’d been unable not to cry, and tears ran down his face, and while they were tears of pain, they were also tears of
incredible erotic pleasure.
It had been his deepest FemDom dream come true.
And afterwards, in this bed, with his head between Her thighs, then under Her ass, with his breath at her disposal, his penis in her hand, as if it were her joystick, just a tool with which to control him, he felt himself sliding into a mental space like nothing he had ever known or even dreamed of.
Oh, Goddess, the memories were incredible, astonishing.
And now, once again, he was here. On this bed, beside her, completely under her spell. Her touch made him jump, while fluttery sensations ran up and down his spine.
Her hand was cupping his balls again. His penis was as hard as it had ever been, and yet, somehow he had found the will to keep himself from coming.
"Do you imagine yourself fucking me?" she said softly.
"I," he gasped. "I don't know if I'm worthy of that. I don’t know. I mean, I would, I...”
"You have a nice cock," she was holding it in her hand, pulling it out of the tight panty.
He gasped.
"Thank you, uh, "
"Mistress, dear, just call me, Mistress."
"Yes, Mistress."
It was so natural, so right.
"And I like the way you've removed all that nasty male hair. Did you wax?"
"Yes, Mistress. And tweezered."
"Ouch," she chuckled. "That shows the kind of devotion I like."
"Thank you, Mistress." Each time he said it, it sounded better. It was just the natural thing to say to Her.
"Would you like to be my slave?"
And there it was, out in the open, laid on the table, right there in front of him. Then the words burst out of him without any restraint.
"Oh, yes, Mistress."
"You're very eager. It can be a hard life being a slave. I can be very demanding, you know."
For a moment he confronted what it might be like. To really be Her slave. To serve Her in every way that she might want for twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Forever. To have no will of his own, no ambitions, no dreams of anything other than the incredible, intoxicating urge to please and satisfy Her.
"Yesss, I guess, but I would want only to please you."
She smiled.
"Okay, let's think about that. You would live here with me. You would continue to work in the daytime, but at home you would take care of all the domestic chores, and you would take cooking classes so you could cook all the meals. You would do all the grocery shopping and all the yardwork. You wouldn't have much spare time."
Her hand caressed his penis again. He shivered.
"No more hanging out with your friends. You'd have to give all that up. You'd be much too busy for anything like that."
"I understand, Mistress."
"In fact, no more anything that wasn't entirely about me. Believe me, I will keep you busy for every waking moment in every day."
"Yes, Mistress."
"And I would expect you to perform for me sexually just about every night, perhaps in the morning too. Being my slave would be quite a challenge."
He gasped, her stroking was taking him to the point where he would not be able to hold back.
She realized this and grabbed his balls once more and crushed them hard.
It took him a minute or so to recover.
"You would have no life of your own, understand? Every moment of the day, outside of your job, would be devoted to me. You would polish my shoes, iron my
clothes, paint my nails, make my meals, and serve me in my bed. Think about that."
He did. His penis throbbed, returning to full, screaming erection.
"That would be like having my greatest dream come true, Mistress."
"You would be my constant, submissive companion. You would think only of my needs, my wants, my desires. After a while you would have no will of your own. You would give me all your money and I would give you a weekly allowance, just enough to get you lunch and coffee at work. I would choose all your clothes, your haircuts, everything. You would have no independence at all. And, most important of all," she smiled and toyed with his hair, leaning over him, letting him comprehend
how Dominant she would be. "I would spank you every night and sit on your face."
His penis had gone rock hard once again.
"I know, Mistress."
"Hmmm, you're confident, perhaps too confident."
But the thought of belonging to Her, was overwhelming to him. Nothing else in life could come close.
"I kn-n-n-now it would be difficult. I know there'd be times when I would fail you."
"And I would punish you then, believe me."
"Yes, Mistress, but I will improve my service to you, until, well."
She smiled again, leaning across him, letting her large, full breasts brush against him.
"Until you were perfect?"
"As close as I could manage."
"Mmmm, that sounds like what I want."
Slowly she sat up, her heavy breasts jouncing around before his eyes. For a while she dangled them in his face, letting him kiss them. He felt her move, her breasts vanished, she had pivoted on one knee and now swung her other leg across him, with her ass right over his face.
He stared up at the two huge round mounds of her bottom as she paused for a moment. Her long hair shook out behind her, rippling down her back and she looked back over her shoulder down at him.
"This is what domination means, slave," she said, and then she lowered her ass and sat down on his face.
The light vanished, the pressure began. She wriggled from side to side for a moment as her buttocks slid down on either side and his lips were pressed against her anus. He kissed her in the manner of the male slave beneath the Dominant Woman. She rose up for a moment.
"Pleasure your Mistress, slave. And later we'll talk about when I want you to move in with me and begin full time service."
"Yes, Mistress," he said, and set to work on this most servile and yet privileged
task of the male slave to Dominant Woman.
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