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1.
. . . . . . Dear Mistress,
When I was thinking of you, I was remembering my trip to Toronto and that
first night I was with you. I was so excited to see you again after such
a long time. You answered the door and made me immediately take off all
my clothes pay tribute. Within minutes, I was naked and on my
knees near the cot in the corner of the living room.
You allowed me to worship your feet and legs and kiss your ass for several
minutes. Just as I was getting hard and starting pre-cum, you told me to
get dressed and we went shopping. I bought you a new pair of sexy boots
and several new outfits, then we came back to the apartment and you told
me to get naked again.
I thought you were going to let me worship your incredible body again,
when suddenly you tied me to the bed, turned on the Metallica Live CD at
full blast, and told me you would be out for awhile and didn't know when
you would be back. I was so humiliated and upset that I was not going to
see you. I traveled all that way and now I was alone in the apartment -
blindfolded with no sensory input except for the Metallica CD. I have no
idea how long you were gone but I know the entire CD repeated at least 3
or 4 times so it had to be at least 4 hours. During that time, I sank
deeper into subspace and thought about what you must be doing while you
were out - searching for a man who would be lucky enough to fuck you that
night. I pictured you prowling through some of your favorite nightspots,
picking out potential prey - checking out their bodies, guessing whether
they had cocks big enough to please you. I imagined several men vying for
your attention throughout the night.
When you finally came home, I was very nervous, because I heard another
voice and knew a man was in the apartment, and I was completely naked and
helpless with my hands and feet still tied to the bed. I was also
freezing and had to pee really bad. It had been a tortuous four hours.
By the time you untied me, you had changed into your red leather top,
shorts and red knee-high boots - one of my favorite outfits that you wear.
You graciously let me relieve myself in the bathroom before telling me to
go into your bedroom and kneel on the floor next to the bed.
I was slightly taken aback when I saw the other man in the room but I did
as I was told and watched as you laid on your back on the bed. That's
when the other man started licking your legs, grabbing your tits and
working to get your shirts off. First he ate your pussy for several
minutes, then stuck his large dick in you and started pounding into you.
You were very calm and almost looked like you were doing this more for my
amusement than for your own.
I was hypnotized at the sight of another man fucking you. You are so
incredibly beautiful and sexy and even more so when you are fucking
another man. It was one of the most erotic moments of my life along with
my first couple of encounters with you.
Of course the other man got excited and ejaculated all over you, then
quietly left the room, obviously following orders you had given before he
started fucking you. As you got off the bed, I saw his cum on your ass
and I thought you were going to make me lick it off you. The thought of
it was kind of disgusting but I would have done anything for you. You know
that.
Then, with little fan fare, you made me go back to my cot, then you tied me
down for the night and went to bed with hardly a word. My cock was so
hard, I would have cum if you had just touched it with one of your
fingers. I was so worked up, I barely got any sleep that night.
I always wondered how much you had told that guy before he got to the
apartment, and how weird it must have been for him to have someone
watching everything. If he was phased by it, he certainly didn't show it.
When you tell me that you haven't been fucked in several weeks or a month,
I don't understand how that could happen, because you could certainly get
any man you want. You must be very selective about the men and the kind
of encounters you choose to have.
Now, of course, every time I hear any of those live Metallica songs from
that CD, it's almost like hypnotism. I immediately revert to subspace and
start thinking about you and your incredible power and beauty.
That's the kinds of things I'm thinking about when I say I'm thinking
about you......
Slave C
2.
. . . . . .
After a only a few
days of opening my fetish store, customers were beginning to stream in.
I decided to organize a little play room studio in the back to keep my self entertained. My intention was to have select slaves come and keep me entertained occasionally through out the week in between paying customer.
It turned out to be a lot more entertaining that I had expected. A few
days after I set up and furnished my little studio, a young man came in and
was looking around. He was only about 20 yrs old but he piqued my
interest. He was asking question about some of my products and bdsm in
general. As I spoke with him I did
a little bit of flirting with my eyes and body language. As I did that, I
noticed a huge bulge beginning to form under his jeans. During our
conversation, he asked me about what a harness looks like. The only one I
had was back in my studio. It was the perfect opportunity to introduce him
to my studio in the back. I Put a sign on the door 'back in 1 hour' and
locked the door. I am not sure he knew the treat he was in for when I took
him to the back to show him the harness. As soon as he got to the back, I
began caressing the huge bulge in his pants. He was a tall skinny guy but he
his bulge was huge and hard as a rock. I unzipped his pants and shoved my
hand down into his pants. He had a huge cock at least 9 or 10 inches. For a small skinny
guy he was packing a huge surprise. I knew I was about to have a lot of fun
with him. He was very nervous but did not resist any of my commands. I knew he was curious about Domination & submission but I didn't want to scare him away with anything too heavy. I made him undo my bra and pulled my panties down. I thought I would show this young 20 yr old what a 30-something yr old dominant woman can do.......He was like a puppy dog lapping and sucking my pussy........
Mistress ARIA
3.
. . . . . .Naked and kneeling, i awaited my fate. Mistress ARIA restrained my feet and put a collar around
my neck. Then SHE climbed onto a chair with HER bottom facing me and instructed me to kiss HER
bottom. Kneeling there, looking up at those divine curves was almost too much. Moans of ecstasy
escaped my lips as i pushed my face into Mistress ARIA's cheeks. They felt so cool against my
face. All of my attention led to some slight smothering and as if to help with this objective.
Mistress ARIA would pull on the chain attached to my collar, which in turn forced my face deeper
into HER bottom crease....Heaven, dear Heaven.
my ass kissing went on for a few minutes, then Goddess ARIA pulled me towards a futon of sorts. SHE sat high on the top of it which was against the wall and roughly pulled my
face into HER ample cleavage, smothering my nose and mouth in HER warm flesh...again Heaven.
After that, SHE pushed my face into HER crotch and tightly wrapped HER long legs around my head,
again smothering me, again i felt like i had died and gone to Heaven.
What i had been waiting for finally came. Mistress ARIA instructed how i was to lay on her Bondage Table,
where my head was to go and SHE positioned my arms over my head. i laid there struggling to hold
back a desperate moan as i watched this lovely Goddess slowly turn around and start to lower HER
most beautiful bottom towards my face. i saw it loom above me and grow larger as it got closer.
Then i truly was in heaven as those very cheeks rested on my nose and mouth. My body seemed to
betray me at this point as i felt like i lost control of it. i rocked back and forth beneath
Mistress ARIA and my manhood pulsed with vitality and desire.
Goddess ARIA smothered me with a forward crotch crush too. i struggled to breathe as SHE pressed
HER panty covered front against my nose. i felt helpless before HER, totally helpless
and so lost to the power that SHE held over me. Mistress ARIA began to smother me both with
reverse face sits and front crotch presses until i truly was delirious with passion and desire.
By this point my manhood strained for release and i felt breathless. . . . . . Slave P