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Friday, February 15. 2013
When we arrived in our room the first thing I did was order tia to strip and kneel so I could fasten the leather training collar (the very same one I led him in to Petsmart to choose four years ago) around his neck.
Then the next thing I did was make him put his clothes BACK on so he could go out and fetch the ice I forgot! :p
After he'd returned, and executed the prime directive of making me a drink (with plenty of ice), I ordered him to strip once more. The chastity device went on next and then my clothes came off. I was eager to try out that jacuzzi tub! I soaked in the tub while the birthday slut prepared his anal fuckhole with multiple enemas. Accompanied by much mockery and amusement from me of course. At last I stepped out of the tub and my freshly-cleansed slave was allowed to dry me off, Princess Ardala style.
We adjourned to the next room, where there was more light, and I had my sissy kneel at my feet so I could do her makeup. While we were thus engaged our friends Mistress Candice and her girl emma knocked on the door. They'd just arrived, having driven down from Jacksonville for the occasion, and I invited them in for a quick chat despite tia's embarrassed nakedness.
After catching up a bit the ladies left to go freshen up themselves, and I recommenced with my pretty pet's feminine transformation. I dressed her in a stretchy pink fishnet top that left her nipples exposed for me to play with, tiny grey thong panties trimmed with rainbow details that framed her ass so sweetly, and finally pale pink thigh-high socks to set off her sexy, curvy legs. The finishing touch was her wig of soft blonde curls and voila, my sexy shemale lover knelt trembling before me.
I'd been fielding text messages & emails from various people throughout the afternoon; many of our prospective guests sent their regrets at the last minute. But two solo crossdressing girls, Stephanie and Aida, were still coming. Stephanie showed up shortly after I'd got tia dressed and while the birthday slave fixed drinks for everyone she and I commenced the first round of 'Truth or Dare'. Within the first few minutes of the game my smart-assed slut had managed to earn two penalties: the first administered in the form of a swift blow to the right buttock with a large wooden spoon, and the second being the forceful insertion of a small dildo (the one we call 'fairy') into her tight ass.
Soon all the guests were assembled, my good little sissy had fetched drinks for everybody, and we were laughing through more rounds of 'Truth or Dare'. One girl's skirt was raised to give us all a good look at her CB-3000 chastity device...another was ordered to crawl around and kiss everyone's feet...a number of titillating confessions were made...and eventually tia wound up on my lap, demonstrating her stripper moves. Which was made that much more interesting by my simultaneously trying on a new thigh-harness loaded with her favorite dildo, which shall henceforth be called Prince Charming. She put on a good show, at least from my perspective, and pictures were taken.
The rounds of the game continued and somewhere along the way emma lost her clothes. (And tia lost her chastity cage.) We all watched as emma's Mistress led her over, naked and crawling on a leash, to render some oral service to a very excited Stephanie. I pulled out my cellphone and snapped some pics at Candice & Stephanie's request but I was soon distracted by groping and molesting my own sexy slavegirl.
Alas Stephanie had to leave early, so I announced it was time for the birthday spankings. Since she had to go soon Stephanie went first, administering eight sensual bare-handed smacks to my pet's thong-framed bottom. Well, I say eight - it was actually more due to my foolish slave having forgotten to keep count. Stephanie also went second, lying across my lap herself and taking a matching set of eight smacks on her own bare bottom from me. Emma declined to be a swatter and so her share of eight blows was split between myself and Mistress Candice, who went next.
Ms. Candice is an old school ass-kicking kind of domme, well known for the intensity of her pain play, so I knew the next dozen blows would be rough on my fragile darling. Therefore I decided to sweeten the experience - and muffle the noise! - by wrapping my strong curvy legs around tia's head, pressing her shrieking mouth into my crotch and smothering her between my soft thighs. I'm not sure whether it helped my little sissy to bear the pain of having Ms Candice wield the hated red leather slapper on her ass, but I certainly enjoyed the experience of having her crying into my pantied crotch.
At last it was MY turn. Aida had ceded her share of the spankings to me so I now had 20 swats to deliver. I'd opted to use the relatively tame black leather paddle with the fluffy sheepskin on one side but I decided to liven things up by inserting Prince Charming into tia's rectum before I started. (The smaller fairy dildo, which I'd stuck in her earlier as a smart-ass penalty, had been removed after about 20 minutes.) I then proceeded to dole out my 20 swats, taking care to aim the paddle to precisely hit the end of the dildo sticking out of her ass. I even got in a few swats with the handle of the paddle, turned so as to strike down on her dangling testicles as it pushed the dildo sharply into her. All in all she was not so much being spanked as being raped with the paddle. *evilgrin*
For the most part during this paddling I knelt beside her on the bed. But at one point I had tia pinned down, with my leg draped across her back and shoulders and my foot pressing her face into the bed. Sadly my damned hip wouldn't let me hold that position for long, and by the time I'd finished administering tia's 40th birthday spanking I was ready to give that injured joint a rest. I might normally, at this point, leave her kneeling on the bed and bugger her from behind. Instead I laid down on my back and ordered her to climb on top of me and ride me cowgirl style.
Being made to perform like the sluttiest porn whore, ride a cock and cum from it in front of a room full of observers, might not have been on tia's bucket list. But making her do it has certainly been on mine! It was so hot to have my beautiful shemale fucktoy moving on top of me, writhing and moaning as I groped her body and murmured nasty things to her. I reminded her that she'd need to be able to do this for her boyfriend someday, and for any other men I decided to give her to. She'd need to be able to bounce and grind on their dicks, doing all the work for them and convincing them that she was desperate to have every inch inside her. Convincing them that she was as horny as a bitch in heat and wanted nothing more than to have her fuckholes stuffed any way they wanted to give it to her. Which shouldn't be hard considering that she really was a horny little slut desperate to get fucked, I mean, look at how she was performing right now in front of her birthday party guests...
I kept it up for a little while, I'm not sure how long, before I ordered her to cum for me. She exploded with shuddering groans that turned to whimpers as I reached down into her panties and peeled off the condom which had captured her spurting cream. She grimaced, but obediently opened her mouth and sucked down every drop.
The party broke up not long afterward and I think we were both quite happy to fall into bed. But the next morning I could not stop thinking of how beautiful she'd looked moving on top of me...and how much I wanted to have her like that again. Something about not just forcing her to submit to getting fucked but forcing her to actually DO the fucking was incredibly hot. It shows how much of a slave she's become, how much her training has taken hold, that she not only CAN do these things and WILL do them, but that she literally gets off on doing them. I remember the days when my putting anything in her ass was an instant erection killer...now here she is begging to be buggered all the time!
So early on, before either of us was dressed or had eaten or anything, I put Prince Charming in my usual harness and slipped it on. I laid back in the bed and once again ordered her to climb on top of me. I made her rub against it, comparing her dainty cockette to its length and girth. Then I made her squirt a glob of lube on the end and rub my plastic phallus up and down the crack of her ass. I pulled her head down to kiss her and growl a few more lewd comments about the previous night in her ear. By now she was whimpering and squirming, and that cockette was throbbingly hard between our bodies. I knew she wanted me inside her, knew she wanted to be fucked again...and I laughed as I pushed her off me and ordered her to put her boy clothes on and go procure some breakfast.
By the time she came back I was dozing off again and I wanted to stay asleep for a while. So I told her to go have a shower, fetch more ice and pack up our things while I slept. About an hour and a half later I woke again and as I stretched and yawned my attentive pet offered me a fresh drink and some fruit she'd brought me from the hotel buffet. I ate a banana then got up and rummaged around in our bags for a couple minutes. Tossing some sheer ruffled panties, a pair of breastforms, and a pink satin bra at her, I ordered "put these on bitch". I think she must have gotten instantly hard; certainly that little cockette was sticking straight out again as soon as she pulled her panties up over it. The blonde wig came next (no time for makeup alas) followed by the leather training collar she'd taken off before showering, and a fresh condom. Just a matter of moments and there was my horny shemale sex slave standing before me once more.
I loaded Prince Charming back into the thigh harness and climbed back into bed. Once again I ordered her to get on top of me; this time I spent only a few moments groping her before I ordered her to reach around and guide my cock into her hungry fuckhole. I felt her muscles twitching around the dildo, the movement transmitted to my skin by the silicone shaft, and she moaned as it sank deeper into her. When my strapon was firmly implanted in her twitching anus she began to hump against my leg. I stilled her movements and adjusted our positions so that she was straddling my left thigh (the one with the harness) and her own left thigh was held between my legs. As she resumed humping back against me I reached down between my own legs and started rubbing my clit. I talked to her, telling her how beautifully slutty she was and describing the ways in which I and others might want to make use of that slutty body in the future. She was soon whimpering and shaking, her eyes rolled back in her head and wearing that unmistakeable look of being a hair's breadth from orgasm. "Do you want to cum slut? Beg me for it!" I purred and without hesitation a torrent of words tumbled out "please Mistress please your horny sissy slut wants to cum so bad please Mistress I'll do anything please.." I laughed "of course you will slave. And now you're going to cum for me. Cum from being fucked like a girl, cum like you did in front of all our guests last night." And cum she did, blushing bright red while she once more filled a condom full of her sissy cream.
I gave her a little shove and she collapsed on the bed beside me, the dildo sliding out of her ass with a tiny, wet plop. I unfastened it from my thigh and dropped it to the floor, then reached for one more toy - the ever faithful gizmo. Sliding the cum-filled condom off her wilting cockette, I drizzled its contents all over the gag side of our gag-mounted dildo toy and pushed it into her mouth. She grimaced at the taste but obediently lowered her head, allowing me to buckle it firmly in place. The, grabbing the dildo which now stuck straight out from her face, I guided her down between my things and into my sopping wet pussy.
I'd had a very small orgasm the night before when she was riding me; I was more than ready for a proper release of my own. And when it came it was magnificent, explosive waves of pleasure crashing through my body and washing away (for the moment anyhow) all the pain of my injured hip. It felt so good I almost cried afterward. Funny how something so simple can instantly make life brighter & sweeter. No matter how bad I might be hurting I could still wallow in the hedonistic pleasures of the flesh with my beautiful birthday girl.
I've mentioned a couple of times in this account that I'm not in top form. Shortly before xmas I did something to my hip which has kept me in more or less constant pain ever since. In retrospect I probably shouldn't have even tried to host a party in my condition; I suppose I thought it would surely be healed up by the time February rolled around. Anyway, the end result was that this party was a lot tamer than I'd meant it to be. Now, writing this, I can see that the x-rated action which did take place would have been wildest-fantasy material for a lot of sissies. Which I guess says something about what a lucky sissy slut tia really is.
Saturday, June 9. 2012
Aren’t you so pleased I removed your Macho facade pet …
We now have the real you …
One who is a Sweetie … One who does as he is told …
Now tell me just how much you like your world controlled by me …
Ohhh last night saw my own wonderful Mistress taking my own 'macho facade' away from me, dressing me in a pink corset, garters, fishnet stockings, silk gloves and high heels.
This was not done for my pleasure, Mistress told me. And in fact had me masturbate rather early in the proceedings '..just to get it out of the way', before an evening or worshiping her feet in sexy high heels and getting intensely spanked, to punish me for straying from my path as her slave and to remind me who is, in fact in control here.
Its Her. Its most definitely Her. I felt just like the illustration above, helpless in his Mistress's arms, all manly pretense taken away. My true self revealed as her obedient sissy slave.
Thank you Mistress. Thank you for loving me, thank you for keeping me, thank you for putting me back in my rightful place at your feet.
And thank you for staying by my side during these rough times. I love you so.
Friday, February 11. 2011
A-ny-way, for this reason we celebrate tia's birthday and valentines day and this collaring-anniversary as sort of a conglomerate holiday. And part of the festivities this year included a very special event indeed: I pierced tia's ears.
It's special because it is the first permanent physical alteration I've made as part of tia's feminization journey. It's special because needles and piercings were a really firm, if not quite hard, limit when we met. Him reaching the point of willingly, happily (in that reluctant, foot-dragging, smart-assed subby way) submitting to My will in this has deep meaning. This is the sort of event that will feel incredibly significant now, as it happens, but which will actually grow in importance as time passes. It's a profound marker in our relationship as Mistress and slave.
So, naturally, I had to make a porn video out of it. *waggles-eyebrows*
This is, of course, the promotional teaser version of the video. To see the whole thing you'll need to buy it from our new website The Silken Trap And dude, you totally SHOULD you know. Cause that IS the very best way of showing your appreciation, and you get to cum buckets at the same time. It's a win-win situation! ;-D
Saturday, October 16. 2010
The essence of the system is simple: whenever tia does or says anything that I deem to be "smart assed", he's obliged to add a mark to the tally he keeps in his punishment journal.
(The punishment journal deserves explanation too but that'll have to wait for another day!)
Every so often - which works out to a couple times a month - I beat my sissy slave, giving him one stroke of whatever the chosen torture is for each mark. And in a deliciously evil refinement, tia also gets marks added to his tally when OTHER people say/do smart ass things.
Izzy takes gleeful advantage of this at every opportunity. ;-D
A canny person might have pointed out long ago that this scheme does little to discourage tia's smart-ass commentary on life. Indeed these "penalties" do quite the opposite: they serve as a structured way to guarantee kinky play in our lives. I know with utter certainty that tia will be a smart ass, and therefore there'll ALWAYS be a reason to "punish" him. And being who we are things like spankings, CBT and bondage add up to a really good time.
So yeah, in a literal sense these "punishments" are not punishments at all. But in a larger sense they DO serve the purpose of putting him in his place. They remind him, in that visceral endorphin-induced way, that he is my OWNED SLAVE, here for my entertainment and pleasure.
In fact, in a way they keep both of us in our place. Even the act of keeping track is an exercise in dominance. Informing him when he's to add another mark to his tally, teasing him about his propensity to BE smart-assed when he knows perfectly well he'll be punished for it, playing games of "let's see how many tally marks tia can rack up tonight" are the sort of small, everyday power-play exchanges that our 24/7 Mistress/slave relationship is made of.
Friday, December 25. 2009
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Loon.
The slave was strung up on the giant penis with care,
Hoping his dear Mistress soon would be there.
The colored lights were all blinking on the giant penis and balls,
The slave was still waiting, stretched up very tall.
Then into the room there swept Lady Cherie.
She threw down her coat, and admired the tree.
"I've been busy shopping," she said with a leer.
"I've brought lots of toys to give bad gurls good cheer."
Then out of a black velvet bag she pulled hearty
A whole bunch of toys to make happy her party!
A flogger, a paddle, a crop, and a whip,
A St. Andrew's cross, some clothespins to zip,
A collar locked up with a padlock quite tight,
And leather restraints that would hold him just right,
Nipple clamps, vibrators, a violet wand too,
A Wartenberg wheel, and mint-flavored lube,
Some candles, some ropes, a new cupping set,
And a new leather harness that made Mistress quite wet,
A blindfold, a gag, a new spanking paddle,
And finally, she pulled a red leather saddle.
The Mistress approached him, her eyes all a-twinkle,
And asked, "bound slave, what's this hard little winkle?
"I'll tie you, I'll flog you, I'll pinch and I'll tickle,
"I'll have so much fun, playing with this little pickle!"
The slave, she was speechless, her legs had gone weak,
As she dreamed of her hand going "smack!" on her
Her eyes cast submissively down to the floor,
she was ready to answer her when in through the door
Came another, dressed up in a red velvet suit,
With eight midget slaves in close, hot pursuit.
"What is this? – a bad gurl"? , old Sir Thomas asked.
His eyebrow arched knowingly, slapping slave's ass.
"You perverts! You freaks! Is this Christmas he asked?
"You're going to need some toys that certainly will last!"
Then out of his bag he pulled two more toys,
Sure to bring pleasure to bad little gurls:
A full bondage harness, made just for suspension,
And for Mistress a strap-on, that got slave's attention!
Then back through the door old Santa did go,
And the slave and her Mistress once more were alone.
"It's playtime," said Mistress, her eyes all aripple,
As she started to fasten a clamp to his nipple.
He moaned, he sighed, he thrashed and he wriggled,
And out in the yard he heard Sir Thomas giggle.
Then he exclaimed, as their dungeon he was leaving,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Beating!"
-Love and Light from Mistress Darlene
(This was written by one of my tgirl friends, Mistress Darlene, after the last Fem Fun Day party. Need I say I was tickled pink? *biggrin*)
See, I told you Sir Thomas really does have a HUGE penis!
And that is me giving party maid barbara her birthday spankings.
Hope all our readers are having a lovely holiday season!
Wednesday, November 25. 2009
I am not going to write about every single swat or tickle that occurred. I don't have consent from all who were present to publish the intimate details of their sex lives. And besides...it would just be too damn much writing!
But yeah, I think y'all might enjoy hearing what Izzy and I did with tia at the party...
First, you should understand that tia works nearly every Friday, so I never count on having her serve me at the Fem Fun Day parties. This time, however, the person I usually have lined up to serve as my party maid called out at the last minute. And since my tiapet happened to be scheduled for an evening shift she was unexpectedly granted the opportunity to serve at the party.
I like my party maids to look the part, so I decided to dress tia in an extravagantly sissy-ish pink satin maid's uniform. She had a frothy pink petticoat under the uniform, and panties covered in pink lace ruffles. Pink thigh-high stockings and clear acrylic 3" heels showed off her sexy legs. She wore a pink bra as well, loaded with the biggest set of falsies in my closet. (The DD jahoobies!) Pink eyeshadow, purple eyeliner, and red lips transformed her face into that of a lovely girl. A long, wavy brunette wig topped with a silver satin headband followed...then the red suede wrist & ankle cuffs with the jingly hardware...and finally her red leather collar completed her outfit.
She looked absolutely adorable as she moved through the room, offering coookies and fetching drinks. Her walk is still rather lumbering (note to self - must work on that!) but she's not wobbly at all in her heels, and her curtsies are growing more graceful nowadays too. When addressed by the other guests she even spoke - without being prompted - in sweet girly tones. All in all I was very proud of her performance. And eager to use her in other, more intimate ways.
So after she'd gone around the room supplying everyone with nibbles and drinks I took her by the hand and led her to a padded spanking bench. I opened my toy bag and extracted a couple of rectangular scarves and my small riding crop. Then I motioned her up on the bench, face down and bottom up, and used my scarves to tie her hands to the conveniently placed hitch rings. Once she was secured I flipped her frothy skirts up over her back and pulled down her ruffled panties to expose her ass.
She looked so pretty there, with the fluffy silk bows keeping her hands restrained and her pale ass framed in mounds of frilly pink. I gestured for Izzy to join me and we stood on either side of her, stroking her quivering cheeks. I leaned over and kissed him, then whispered in his ear "let's spank her together". We started gently but built up quickly, me on the left and he on the right, smacking both her cheeks in unison. We kept it up for a few minutes, until her bottom just about matched her pink petticoats, before taking our blows to the first giggling crescendo. "Are you enjoying this slut? Having both our hands on you? I bet you are." I leaned down and murmered in her ear. A little moan was her response. Izzy and I grinned and laughed at each other, and recommenced with the spanking.
Describing a spanking in writing can be difficult. How many different ways are there to say "I smacked her butt repeatedly"? But a good spanking can go on for many minutes, building and lessening in intensity, moving the smacks around to hit different spots or focusing on the same spot over and over again, even varying the "style" of the swat to produce different sensations. And we did all of this, working over tia's slutty ass until it was bright pink and she was jumping and yelping with every blow.
Then I decided to take it up a notch.
Sir Thomas (the club owner) happened to be passing by, so I asked him if he had anything I could use to fill my slut's horny fuckhole. He returned shortly with a toolbox full of dildos and vibrators. I selected a cute little rabbit-style vibe, slipped a condom on it, and lathered it up with plenty of lube. Using my slippery fingers I probed tia's tight backdoor, wriggling in and loosening it up for the toy. She still squealed when I pushed it in. And she continued whimpering and squealing as I fucked her with the toy and Izzy continued smacking her now red-hot ass.
Sir Thomas, being a helpful fellow, had another inspiration and brought us a couple of disposable wooden tongue-depressors. Izzy was taken with how tia jumped and yelped when he hit her tender thigh flesh with these. And I was myself inspired to reach under my slut's squirming body and pull her testicles out where we could play with them. Her little tessies bulged out under her ass practically begging to be whacked and I did not deny them. The tongue depressor was used, our hands were used, and soon my little riding crop was used as well.
My slave had now been tied to the bench, getting her ass spanked and fucked and her balls beaten, for at least 30 minutes. I did not feel sorry for her exactly...but I did want to keep her in good shape to be used even more thoroughly later that night. So at last I pulled the vibrator out of her ass. Izzy and I delivered one final flurry of blows to those tender cheeks. And then I untied her hands, signalling that she was free to get up from her submissive position on the spanking bench.
Izzy and I stood beside the bench as I gave tia her final order: "Now come over here slut, get down on your knees and thank us." Which, pressing her lips to each of our feet in turn, she did.
Wednesday, November 11. 2009
I bide my time for a few minutes then casually get up and saunter to the bathroom. I tend to my business there but instead of returning directly to the living room I make a detour into my slave's bedroom. There I collect:
his leather training collar
the red suede wrist cuffs
a long, rectangular silk scarf
two lengths of ribbon
I also put on my opera-length black satin gloves. (They look pretty damn cute with the short little black cotton dress I had been lounging around in; a dash of crimson lipstick and suddenly I look the part.)
Now I stroll back out to the living room, my collected loot held behind my back. There's no hiding the gloves covering my arms though and my pet's eyes light up when he spies them. "Hello.." he begins, but I am in his lap with my hand over his mouth in an heartbeat, telling him "shut up slut, and do as you're told"
I tie the scarf around his eyes and stand, pulling him up after me. The stupid boy shirt is pulled off over his head...he's turned around...and pushed back on the sofa, face-down. I climb up to sit on him, grinding my warm, thong-covered crotch against his naked back.
The collar is next, and his breath comes in gasps as I fasten it on. If I had not already seen the swelling in those pretty lace panties I would know now that my pet was getting very aroused. One at a time I pull his hands behind his back, and fasten the red suede cuffs around his wrists. The cuffs are bound together behind his back with a piece of ribbon, and I help him to stand once more. Finally the last bit of ribbon is threaded through his collar to make a leash.
Now that he's prettily trussed up I lead my blindfolded pet through the house to the playroom. I stop him just inside the door, where I have two hitch rings mounted on either side of the doorway. My basket of scarves is near; I reach in, grab a couple, and in short order have his hands decoratively secured to the hitch rings with fluffy bows. Now I realize I've forgotten something. "You stay right here pet, I'll only be gone a minute...maybe!" I giggle as I turn to leave my slave bound in the doorway.
Then a thought strikes me, and I turn back again. He does look charming there, squirming and nearly naked. "You know pet, you look awfully pretty like that. What if I were to just leave you there, bound & pantied, for a while? I could go order a pizza even! I'm sure the pizza guy would be delighted to see you trussed up behind me." I open the front door, a few feet away from where my slave is bound. I know there's nobody on the road...and even if there were, the angle is such that you'd have to be actually standing in the doorway to see anything...but I also know that he will feel exposed to the entire world when he hears that telltale creak.
"Oh, hi there mr. pizza guy, come right on in! Don't mind my sissy over here...unless you want to play with him!" My slave is doing a little dance of embarassment now, and I laugh merrily as I close the door. "I'll be right back, slut!"
I dawdle a bit, just to make him wonder, but return soon enough with a pair of heels and some cherry flavored lipgloss. First the lipgloss: I move silently to within inches of him, not touching him at all...but he senses my presence and lifts his face beseechingly toward me.
(Perhaps I should mention at this point that the doorway in question has an 8" step...standing on one side of it I'm taller than he, on the other side his 6'3" frame towers over my 5'6" self.)
I stroke the lipgloss wand across his mouth and he moans a little. I continue applying it until his mouth is a pretty, glossy pout. Then I grab his hair, pull his head back, and kiss him deeply, ravishing him with my mouth.
Finally it's time for the heels. I place them in front of his feet and order him to step into them. My hands are all over him, stroking...pinching...probing...distracting...as he fumbles into the shoes. At last they are on his size 15 feet and my sissy stands there, bound and trembling before me.
I love having my pet fully feminized, turned into my sexy slavegirl, my lesbian lover. But the truth is I like this - the juxtaposition of a masculine body in scraps of feminine attire - even better. He seems exposed in a way that mere nakedness can never reach; his essential sissiness laid bare. And he just looks so fucking pretty, soft vulnerable flesh framed in silk and lace and blood-red bindings, like some kind of androgynous 80's glam/goth dream.
I continue to stroke and tease him, asking if he likes my satin gloves "Oh yes Mistress" he moans. I pull his panties up into the crack of his ass, exposing his pale butt cheeks. "And do you like THAT, slut?" as I begin to slap his ass. A whining moan is his only response.
I mean to spend a while working on warming his ass, so I pull up a chair. Seated comfortably I commence to swatting. His ass...thighs...cock and balls...all feel the force of my satin-padded blows. I lean forward to kiss one blushing buttock, to suck the flesh between my teeth and bite. He's moaning softly, arching his back and offering his ass to me. I can tell he longs to get fucked, and I tell him so: "You want me to use you, don't you my little whore? You want to be fucked, to be tortured, to be used any way I like..." "Oh yes, Mistress, please use me, use your slave, please do whatever you want with me..."
I stand, move the chair to the side and walk over to my rack of instuments. (Slave whimpers a little at the loss of my touch.) I consider for a moment, then select the smaller flogger...and the black leather slapper which was a gift from my sister. Moving back over to my bound slave and sliding my gloved hand between his thighs, I order him to spread his legs further apart. He shifts...his balls and cock are now fully exposed...and I swing the flogger gently between his legs, kissing them with the soft leather falls. Gently...gently...gently I stroke...then snap! A firmer stroke that makes him jump and whimper.
Now the flogging begins in earnest. I do not mean to push his limits today, merely to put him in his place. But neither am I going to give any namby-pamby, barely sense-able flogging. Where would be the fun in that? So I proceed with strong, steady, rhythmic blows, working up and down his body. On his ass, alternating cheeks...the thighs, taking care to hit the tender flesh of the inner thigh with precision...across his shoulders and back...and, every so often, deliberately wrapping around either side of his chest to strike a nipple, or up between the legs to hit his cock and balls.
I can see his body growing more pliant and yielding as his skin reddens, and it turns me on. I move in close to him, wrap one arm around his waist and caress his warm, pink ass with the other hand. "You like that, don't you my little whore, you like to feel Mistress's hands on your slutty body.."
"Yes Mistress" he moans.
"Do you like that?" as I smack him with the flogger once again. This time, there's no response. The slut never wants to admit he enjoys being beaten.
I step away briefly, swapping the flogger for the slapper, and return to embrace him once more. Stroking the stiff leather up and down his buttocks I inquire "do you recognize this toy, pet?"
"No Mistress" he nervously sqeaks.
"You should, you've told me you hated it every time I've used it on you." I begin lightly tapping his ass with it. "It's that black slapper Mistress Candice gave to me, you remember?" I grab his hard cock and commence stroking it, rubbing my satin-gloved hand over it as it strains against the lace panties. "Now slut, tell me...do you think you could cum like this? With me spanking you with one hand and stroking you with the other?"
"I think so Mistress" he whimpers. I'm smacking harder now, not aiming to hurt yet but knowing that in half a minute those same blows, coming down on the same damned spots over and over again, will be feeling a lot more painful. But my body is also pressed against him, my voice is murmuring in his ear, and my satin-clad hand is wrapped around that hard little shaft, rubbing and squeezing.
"What if I were to tell you that this was your only chance for release...that from now on if you want to cum at all, you have to do it now, like this?" He throws his head back and utters a tortured groan that is music to my ears. "This is it slut, if you want to cum you'll do it now...I want to feel you shooting your sissy cream all over my gloves while I'm spanking you...you belong to me my little whore" I'm stroking faster and slapping harder; his cock is throbbing and twitching in my hand. "Your orgasm belongs to me...your pleasure is only for my entertainment...you get pleasure only when I want you to have it remember...and that's enough pleasure for you now."
I abruptly drop both hands and step away, leaving my slave groaning in anguished frustration. As I had intended all along. wickedgrin