Continued from July 29th
“I feel like I’m in the dominant role at work all day,” he said. “It’s just that I get so tired of making decisions and,” he hesitated; sweat had popped out on his forehead.
“Honey, are you saying that you would like for me to dominate you?” His cock was like steel in my hand.
“Yes, I uh, think,” looking at my pink leather miniskirt, he could not look me in the eyes.
“Well, I’ll be willing to give it a try, but I’m not sure I can pull off being dominant with you. You will have to help me, and you will have to do whatever I say. Do you still want to give it a try?” This is exactly as I had planned it.
“Sure, yes, uh, I mean I really want to,” he said. His excitement was obvious and his cock was like a flagpole.
My first action was to take over our sexual relationship. That night in bed I sat on my husband’s stomach and started to pinch his nipples. He moaned in gratitude and his penis was hard against my ass as I worked his nipples with my fingers. “There are some changes we are going to make in our lovemaking,” I told him. “You are going to learn to please me, and please me my way. I want you to do it with your mouth. I almost never have orgasms from intercourse. You will be required lick me whenever I say and for as long as I say. You have been doing that for years anyway, but if I take the dominant role with you it’s not going to be a game. You’re going to learn to obey me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, of course I do,” he answered.
“That’s Yes Ma’am.”
“Yes Ma’am,” he repeated.
I played with him until I had him all hot and bothered.
“Good boy,” I wanted a demonstration of his submissive role. I turned around and started to lower my ass to his face. “Your first lesion is in ass licking. I want you to lick my ass until I cum, do you understand?”
“Yes, uh, but.”
“You know you want to kiss it, don’t you?”
“Sure I do, you’ve always known that I am in love with your ass.”
I sat on his face and ordered, “Go ahead and bury your tongue as far up my asshole as it will go. You’re going to have to earn your orgasms from now on, and to earn one you have to give me four. Do you understand and agree?” His reply was a muffled grunt into my ass. I lifted my ass up off his mouth. “Was that a yes?” I said.
“Yes, I guess, but four to one, what is this all about.”
“It is about you doing as I say,” I said as I lowered my anus back to his mouth. “I’m tired of you sticking your little cock in me and cumming before I get warmed up.
From now on, you need to get my permission to have an orgasm.” I wanted to condition him to accept the fact that he needed help in pleasing me. As I said this I started to undulate my hips and grind my asshole against his mouth. “Stick your tongue in deeper and lick me.”
He complied with all my demands but I kept things moving slowly. I didn’t want to scare him off. My Internet friend had warned me that many men have submissive fantasies, but rebel when confronted with real life slavery. By the end of the evening he was wild with desire and in a completely submissive mood. I took that opportunity to lock him into his new CB 2000 chastity device. He was apprehensive, but after a little coaxing he allowed me to lock the device in place.
To be continued …
Stella and the Jewel Thief
Stella is a rich woman, who lives alone in her huge mansion. She always looks beautiful in her sexy leather mini skirt, pantyhose and high heeled pumps. Stella always likes to wear lot of beautiful, expensive jewelry.
A burglar, Jack Fabio, is constantly spying on Stella when she is out in public, and he follows her until he discovers where she lives. Jack decides to visit her house in the middle of the night to steal her expensive jewels.
Beautiful Stella, in a sheer black nightgown, is sleeping on her bed, when Jack breaks a window to enter her house. The noise of the breaking glass wakes her and, very quietly, she takes a pair of soft, black, sheer nylons, and slips her long, shapely legs into the stockings, Ever so quietly, she opens her bedside drawer and takes out a small handgun – a 22 caliber with 5 bullets – she slips her feet into her high heel slippers and creeps downstairs to investigate the disturbance.
Stella finds Jack searching for her jewelry in the safe at her office. As she switches the light on and points the gun at the burglar, she orders him:
“Stop! Don’t move one inch or I will kill you.” The intruder sees the gun, and the serious look in her eyes, he knows that there is nothing he can do but obey her now. She looks sexy, his eyes wander to her sexy legs. She sees the look on his face as he looks her legs up and down, and she says, “You want to worship my legs you bastard, do you ??”
“Oh yes,” he whimpers “I will do anything for you, just please don’t hurt me.”
“I will let you go free” Stella tells him “and I will not call the police, if you will do everything I tell you,”
Stella takes a pair of pantyhose and ties the burglar’s hands behind him, she orders him to worship her feet and her high heel shoes. Jack is on his knees, greedily licking, sucking and kissing, following Stella’s instructions.
The size of his cock shows her how turned on he is, but each time she notices him getting too excited, and wanting to cum, she crushes his cock with her stiletto heel, or kicks him in the balls, only she is allowed pleasure. She wants it all for herself.
After Stella has finished cock-teasing her boot-licking, foot-worshiping slave, and is satisfied, she unties him and tells him that he is free, yet she still has the gun in her hand. When the burglar turns to leave, Stella points the gun at his back and shoots him, right in his ass. As he turns to ask why, she points her gun at his cock and shoots him again, and then a final shot to his head.
Stella sits on the sofa, takes a cigarette and calmly smokes like nothing has happened. And then she calls the police.
She tells them that a man had entered her house to steal her jewelry, and when she disturbed him, he tried to rape her. She told them that she had to kill him in self defense because she was afraid for her life.
Of course, the police believe her, and Stella is free.
Poor Jack Fabio.
Do you share my smoking fetish?
I was sitting in the back of a public bus one day. The bus stopped, as usual, at the stop outside the local supermarket, and the hottest chick alive walked onto the bus.
She sat down in the empty seat right next to me, and as her legs gently touched mine, my dick immediately started getting hard, and I moved my hand to a position where I could jerk off, trying to hide my actions from the stunning lady next to me.
Mistress Stella, as I later found out was her name, catches me jerking off and figured out that she was the reason. She looked down her nose at me, obviously disgusted, and told me that if I wanted to jerk off, I could do it for the whole bus. She made me stand up and strip completely naked. I moved to the front of the bus, and stood before everybody, masturbating. My Mistress made me shoot my load on a woman who was wearing a white blouse, and because she can no longer wear the blouse, I was made to give her my shirt.
Before I knew it, I had lost all my clothes and I was forced to follow Mistress home naked. Mistress Stella took the long way home, indulging in her smoking fetish as she puffed on a thick Cuban cigar, strutting down the street, parading me in front of as many people as she could. She further added to my shame by letting all the girls we pass feel my penis.
That was the last time I wore clothes in front of my Mistress.