Introducing Slave C

Slave C is a newly acquired slave who is now learning the meaning of obedience and what happens when he fails to obey my orders.

Having spent most of the weekend watching porn and wanking his disgusting dick, he confessed his crimes without hesitation and was eager to receive harsh punishment for them.

After being made to spank his arse 24 times, I had him squeeze, pull, twist and slap his cock and balls while he whimpered in pain, begging me to show him mercy despite his disgusting behaviour.

Now rarely show mercy, especially not to a perverted little pip-squeak like slave c, and his pathetic snivelling only served to make him suffer more.

I made him attach half a dozen clothes pegs to his cock and thread a shoe lace through each one. When he was instructed to pull the pegs off with the shoe lace, the agonising scream from him was just perfect! He soon leared that it wasn’t worth disobeying Mistress and by now will have ordered his very own CB3000 as instructed.

You’ll find out what he’s going to do with it after his next session, and I doubt you’ll be disappointed!

A present for Slave M.

I’ve found the perfect thing for the next time Slave M misbehaves (which I’m sure he will!)

There. That should stop the dirty bastard from wanking!

Stocking Slave.

Stocking fetish is a very common one with my slaves and today I spoke to a new sub about just that.

He was instantly interested in the fact that I was wearing a pair of black seamed stockings, and ws down on his knees ready to worship without me even prompting him. His eagerness does him credit.

It was no surprise that his cock was instantly hard and was leaking profusely in no time. Well, if you’re kneeling at the feet of a stockinged Goddess, it would wouldn’t it?

He kissed my shoes, savouring the black patent leather, his nose in direct contact with the silky nylon caressing my feet and legs. He was enjoying the power I had over him. He couldn’t touch himself at first; he hadn’t received my permission and I don’t think he wanted to. He wanted to be teased, to be shown the delights that were before him until he could stand it no longer.

“Would you like to touch my stockings with your hands and fingers, slave?” I asked him, and straightaway, he respectfully asked permission. It was granted and soon, he was stroking my legs, working his lips up to my thighs, his cock twitching wildly with each kiss.

I made him remove my shoe and kiss each perfectly painted toe through my stocking as he stroked and caressed the lacy tops, breathing in my scent, delighting in the fact that my other foot was now gently teasing his balls, stroking them with the patent leather toe.

“You’re leaking slave,” I mused, “You’re leaking all over my stocking. You must clean up after yourself.”

“Yes Mistress!” he gasped, his tongue going down to lick up the pearly pre-cum staining the black nylon, seeping in to cover my foot.

“I suspect Slave is fighting to control the urge to come,” I laughed as his cock drooled in helpless arousal. He was made to lie on his back, place his hands behind his head and close his eyes. Both of my shoes came off and I gently slid my soft feet up his thighs, dangerously close to their target.

“Enjoy it, Slave,” I whispered, “but don’t come, not yet.”

Those insistent feet found their way around his cock, stroking, teasing, wanking, milking his cock as he fought desperately to control the climax about to overwhelm him.

“Mistress!” he cried, “it will come!”

I continued, wankina harder, ordering him to look at my panties, pulled close to my pussy. “Don’t take your eyes off them for a second,” I commanded, as I pulled my panties tighter, my shaven lips visible through the black, soft lace.

“Come for me slave!” I ordered, “Show me what you have in those balls. Spray it over my stockings. Come now!”

He could stand it no longer and his cum erupted from his cock like an angry volcano, spilling itself onto my stockingss, off-white on pure black. It seeped and sunk into my feet, as I milked out every last drop. I drained his balls completely, prolonging his orgasm until he was begging me to stop. The intensity was sending him wild.

When he was recovered, he was made to kneel and clean up my stockings with his tongue, and it gratefully licked up everything. He was happy, and I was happy. Slave had done well.

Slave had pleased his Mistress.