MizChiffUK
01-07-2008, 6:13 AM
this is dedicated (surprise surprise) to Rodzo- my adorable little subbie has introduced me to the world of facesitting, and he started with Rodzo's art. I like the real quality of the women, curvey, soft and natural. I haven't noticed the men. ;) I hope these are okay- there are 5 installments, and I sincerely hope you enjoy them.
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Introduction: The women meet
Ali waited nervously for her new friend to arrive. When her husband has asked her, well, told her to …to get used to sitting on him, sitting on his face! She didn’t know where to turn. Not exactly something you ask your mother about! But Ali was a girl who tried hard to please, so she trolled the web and found a website where there were Dominant Women… she emailed one of them who lived nearby and now was about to meet her. They were so different- what could Honey possibly teach Ali? How to be cruel? Sigh. The only thing Ali knew about this S&M stuff was from a couple of Porn Videos her husband had asked her to watch- the women were perfect in size, shape and the outfits were amazing. They were cruel; in one they even drew blood! The more she thought about it, the more her head spun… she was so muddled in her thoughts she didn’t notice Honey approaching her table.
Honey looked exactly as the pictures Ali had printed off the website of “Mistress Sweet Honey”: Her huge breasts were nothing like Ali’s little peaks; Ali was tall and lean, Honey was short and curvy. Ali’s chestnut hair was long- Ali had cross cropped orangey hair; they both had the same pale green eyes. She started to day dream about some of the things a woman could do with control over men; a woman whose men dared not tell her what to do. That was Honey’s life, not Ali’s- her life was so very different. Ali found herself staring at Honey’s long, wildly decorated fingernails, not knowing what to say. Just as she was about to use every scrap of courage she had to scramble from the café, Ali found herself held in a warm embrace as Honey took her hand, pulling her to standing and giving her a hug that was long and strong enough to be sincere; Honey laughed and held her face as
Honey’s genuine greeting instantly disarmed Ali. She has been nervous, but the welcoming smile and warm embrace melted her nerves away. They chatted about nothingness for a bit, like the price of tomatoes and such but then Ali started to explain the reason for her call and what she was asking.
Her husband was the type of power-executive that liked things his way. He always noticed every flaw, every imperfection in anything she did. If the dry cleaner mis-pressed a shirt, he would throw it at her, yelling and ranting until she had ironed it perfectly. He would criticise her endlessly; his complaints weren’t only physical- he thought nothing of giving her a slap across the face. When he said he wanted, or rather actually commanded that he be dominated by her and that she sit on his face, she was shocked and confused. But, being dutiful and hoping to avoid his anger, she started to research the services he was asking for. But it didn’t make sense: he was telling her what to do, and on most of the websites, it was the women who made the rules. Speaking to Honey, she found that it was true: although men might ask, they didn’t command the woman. The woman did as she wished. Ali had so much to learn! She explained how she had to be perfect: her husband would not accept anything less.
Honey explained how a male submissive was a man who submitted his will because he wants to, because he genuinely worshipped women, and although each submissive has preference for activities, the desire to please, impress and have the attention of the Domme (Dominant woman) is foremost. It is not about forcing anyone to do anything. Honey asked Ali “Could you be comfortable smothering his face in your crotch, letting him lick your arse, pressing juice-rich panties into his mouth… could you sit on his face and not only let him lick you but drink your urine? Could you? Because this is the reality of the part of the world of S&M he is asking you to enter: there is more, but this is the one part he is asking and the part I can teach you…” As Honey spoke, Ali felt an unfamiliar warmth in her pussy, and realised she was getting aroused by the activities Honey discussed. She interrupted “Yes! I can smother him!” People looked at her from all over the café, and together they laughed as they found common ground.
Honey and Ali spent all evening speaking- first about him, his request and what Ali might do, but then about Ali and what she wanted. Well before the night was done each woman realised she had found a true friend- and more. Things would soon change for both… all three… of them forever.
The Story Begins:
After tying him securely, I raised her silk nightie as I put one thigh aside each side of his head. It was strange to start having sex without having a shower first- Honey explained the power of the odours, and it was best for the odours to be strong and me, so no shower. I slowly rubbed her cotton-clad crotch into his face, the softness of it allowing his face to press into it. I rubbed herself back and forth lifting my body and pressing it back down, rhythmically, arching backwards to place his mouth more at my arse than pussy, and then moved back again. I moved as if dancing, and his body seemed to move with me. Just as I was starting to reach climax, I heard a sound of scratching- his hand, it was scratching on the carpet. I lifted myself up.
“Are you ok?” I asked, worried that I had hurt him. “Yeah, fine, could you change to silk panties? I’ve had enough of these. And get a baby wipe and wipe my face off- you are really wet and I am not ready for all this wetness yet. Try to stay dry until I am ready to cum, huh?” I was really hurt; I tried so hard, but I decided to put Honey’s advice into play. I used the change of undies as an excuse to nip into the bedroom and make a phone call… I returned clad as ordered with a book.
Back in position, I used the book to keep me less wet, keeping my focus on the book rather than on the surprisingly pleasant position in which I was kneeling. Soon, I was enjoying both the book and the smothering… and some of the things I was reading were really getting into my head. The sense of impending orgasm was coming and the text in the book was bringing me to a new sense of self, too.
I heard the scratching again. It irritated me, not just because it interrupted the book and orgasm but because I had already solved his problem. I kicked vaguely in the direction of the scratching… “Stop, now…” with that voice, the voice I know he loves, the soft begging voice. He stopped.
I looked down. His fingers were lightly tapping; the same ones that had been scratching were now irritating me further. I got up off his face- he takes a deep breath and says “Thank You Mistress!” His face sparkles with my juice. This time he wants it:
as he tries to lick it off without permission… I take a baby wipe and clean it off, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of stealing it before asking. Then I stuff the baby wipe in his mouth with spite. He spits it out quietly just as I start speaking: I am going to try to use some of the Domme techniques…
“Thank You? You think I am pleased? I am trying to read, and you keep making noise… tapping, scratching, when I say QUIET I mean it!” His face was screwed up, obviously the taste of the baby wipe was as nasty as I hoped. He started to look indignant, and grabbed my arm: “Who the hell do you think you are? This is a game I am letting you play, don’t think you have a right to get all tough on me….” And that moment I sat back on his face and pressed down deeply, pushing my juice soaked panties into his face deeply, grinding into him and letting up only briefly to let him breathe. I thrusted and rolled my pelvis like a belly dancer, and as he licked me through the panties I knew I had won this battle. I lifted myself off and turned around to press my arse into his face and he rimmed my arsehole with his tongue. He pressed his tongue into me, and the feeling was lovely. I had never in our entire relationship had such fabulous sex- I liked this game, and I was not going ever back to the woman I was before, weak, at his mercy- I was a Dominant Woman in the making, first time in my adult life I could take control and I was not going to surrender it. After I came, I got up and he looked both dazed and angry. He thrust his hips to bring attention- tho clearly all the attention he wanted- to his cock.
I said “I’m sorry baby, but I am trying so hard to be good for you…to please you… but YOU wanted me to be a bitch, so here I am. And I grabbed his balls; as I did I said “What do you have to say? Isn’t this what you wanted?”, he looked as if he wanted to defend himself, but knew there was no defense. I would win. I knew how now, and I would win- things were going to change forever. He thinks I will see things his way… but this is my reality, for my benefit, not his. I start to stroke his balls. “What’s the matter baby, did I sit too long?” I put the book down. “Being Dominant”- one book I certainly needed to finish reading!
“No…” just as he starts to explain, I dig my nails into his balls and squeeze, pulling down slightly as I did, loving the feeling as my fingers pull down on his scrotum. As tender as it might be, it was going to be more tender before I was finished.
“If NO, then why in hell were you making so much NOISE?” I dig my nails in deeper, feeling the soft tender tissue yield under my hand. Just as he starts to go pale I let go and slap him, hard, across his cock. Imagine the disrespect of getting an erection just as I am trying to punish him. The bastard. He’s my favourite, he knows it, but I think I have found a way of taking him down a peg. The phone rings: perfect. My plan is about to take shape. I look down at him; he’s grinning. He won’t be grinning for long.
“Hello, yes, yes, thank you. Ten minutes? Of course. I have a male slave here with me now, will he do? Face sitting? Yes, he does. It would be my pleasure…” I put the phone down. He is grinning and says “A threesome? Yes!” He puts his head back and grins so widely. “A threesome. Woo! Two women, my cock, I am a king!” Little does he realise what is about to happen. He is so close but so far from the truth.
As I straighten the ropes and check his bondage. I slip a blindfold on him then change my knickers, exchanging them for ones less sodden with his spit. He has absolutely soaked the gussets- sigh. He tries to protest about the blindfold, but I find the baby wipe from earlier and stuff it back in while saying “spit it out and you won’t come for a month…” A muffled “Yes Mistress” comes from him, and I slap his face hard. “Shut up”. He tries to say “Yes” again, but I touch his balls with my nail and he stops. “Good Boy”.
The doorbell rings. I see him stiffen, excited. My visitor arrives. I take her long fur coat, and look at her- beautiful. Her skin is dark, shiny and taut. Her breasts are enormous, and the nipples are erect and hard. If I did love women, I would want her. Her wide hips and curvy stomach might be called fat by some, but it gave her a soft lovely real woman shape… not a stringy and insecure size minus 2 fashion model in a thong, but a strong woman confident enough to go out without clothes on under a fur coat, wearing stretchy, shiny soft knickers, thigh high leather boots and nothing else. She pointed to him on the floor. She looked at me, I nodded. She smiled. I said “I have a little present for you…” He had spit out the wipe. “Yes Mistress!” he chirped. I was about to slap his face when Honey put one finger up and smiled. I would let her take him from here.
She knelt astride his face and lowered her bottom across him, her flesh filling in all the space… she knelt slightly forward, and the skin relaxed lowering itself until I knew there was no room for air. His body struggled and she moved- I heard him breathe in sharply and she immediately put her bottom back down again. Occasionally she would wiggle her bottom and laugh. After about 15 minutes of this, she got up. “Babyface, you are a naughty boy, and I am gonna help you, get you to listen better to your Mistress here. You are gonna stop being the naughty boy and appreciate her, hear me?” He hesitated… I think he was just enjoying breathing freely, but she was fast- her toe, still clad in the only article of clothing her boots, she had on- stepped on his left ball, and she made a sharp tap. “I appreciate her!” He said. She kicked, and he yowled. She knelt down and spoke right in his ear. “Babyface, that’s the wrong answer. You know, when I tell you that you are appreciating her, then you are. When I tell you that you are wrong, you are wrong, do you understand me?” She stepped on his balls with the heel of the boot, holding the scrotum down and allowing the testicle to escape without damage. It was far less painful than an spanking or scene he might set out. She whispered “You wanted to be a submissive? You are now a submissive. And she (pointing to Ali) is your Dominant. You will obey her or suffer consequences. No more being the evil bastard you have been, now you have to be good. Or Else.”
“Safeword!” he cried out. In the book it says a safeword is sacred so I move to untie the ropes I had so painstakingly applied; his face was angry, he was unimpressed with Honey, and with me, and I would pay the price- just as I started to cry, a soft, warm hand touched my arm…. “Oh no, see, me and little brother here, we don’t need safewords, do we babyface?” and she kicked him right in the balls again. He didn’t answer; he would take a number of minutes before he could speak, I was sure. She took advantage of that… “ Do you really want to safeword, babyface? You don’t want to stop this scene, do you?” He tried to say something, he gasped and strained but no words came out, his hands still trying despite the bonds to touch his aching balls. Honey promptly moved back across his face and knelt into him. She said only one word: “Lick!”
He must have licked, because she was grinding and thrusting, and started to moan. Her breath was changing, and although I was worried she would suffocate him, he seemed to be thriving! His cock was erect and pulsing, and I went to stroke it. She and I laughed as he moaned; she handed me her bag, and from it I took a sandpaper glove- meant as a refinishing tool. It certainly was going to refinish this tool!
At first I touched lightly, but when started to thrust his hips I grabbed tighter and pulled. I could feel the grit scratching and he moaned and started to go limp. She pressed her bottom down onto his face. “Get that poor excuse for a manhood back up babyface, now!” I helped him with a few gentle strokes by my bare hand, and soon, both were back on their way to orgasm… except there were more surprises in store. I kept using the sandpaper glove, and his penis was swollen but still pulsing. I could see the pre-cum on its tip. It was then I took another of his presents out of the bag; first put the locking cock ring on, followed by the chastity cage after deflating him with surgical spirit; his cries smothered by Honey’s bottom. As a final touch, I put a medium stainless steel sound into his urethra. Honey was coming, and just as she did she stood and she squirted her cumjuice all over his face. He was too uncomfortable to notice.
She pulled off his blindfold and kissed his face. “Was that good, babyface?” she asked. He started to say one thing, than said instead “Was it good for you, miss?” Honey laughed, and handed me one more bag. He started at the small bag, his eyes round with worry. She reached for her coat and said “I will be back next week- let me know how you are getting on!” Just then, as she was about to go out the door, she reached into her bag and took out a camera. She took 3 or 4 photos of him in the compromising position in which he found himself… “If anything happens to my girl, some people you don’t want to see this pictures are going to have 8 x 10 glossies of these. I suggest you get my girl a few nice things this week, or you are going to be the talk of the town.” She threw down a shopping list on the floor near his head, pointed to it and nodded. She looked back at me; stunned, I thanked her, and as soon as the door shut I went back to him.
“Hope you had fun” he muttered, obviously not happy. “Who was that bitch?” I smiled. He had by now gotten out of the ropes I had loosened while Honey was on his face.
“A friend” I replied. “See, after you told me you wanted me to Domme you, I went on the Mistress Webstie for some lessons. I wanted to be a good Domme for you, but I found out I was doing it all wrong. They taught me- I should be doing this because its what I enjoy, not just for you…”
“To hell with that! No more of this, I am not playing anymore. We can forget it, it’s all right for just you and me, but I am not having you or anyone crack my balls and… take this thing off my cock right now.” I looked at him and couldn’t hold back my laughter another minute. “NOW” he said, louder. I laughed louder. “You don’t get it do you?” I said. “For years, I have taken your garbage, your abuse and your foolishness, always about you. For years, you have bossed me, made fun of me, hurt my feelings, and it’s all always about you. You come, I wait. You go out with friends, I am at home….” He interrupted. “Yes, and that’s the way… OW!” he had tugged at the sound. It wouldn’t come out. “What the….” “Oh that? Superglue.”I said with a smile. His face was flushed with angerand he screamed“ SUPERGLUE?”
I walked away saying “Yes, and I am not taking it out until you apologise. I have the solvent to remove it… you only have to” but he interrupted. “NO WAY! Right now! Take it out!” he yelled. “I stepped outside his reach, when he came for me he was stopped by the metal cuff around his ankle, padlocked to the chain that led to the ring in the floor. He hadn’t realised how securely he was bound until that moment- he looked at the metal reinforced leather cuff. He hadn’t realised to what degree I had been coached on how to prevent him from escaping before I wanted him to. The carpenter who installed the bolted O ring by bracing it into a floor joist promised it would take 1000 lobs of pull and not budge. Told them it was for a large, naughty dog. And it is!
While he was sitting there pulling hopelessly on the cuff, I warned him about the pictures Honey had taken. He had obviously forgotten about them, because as he remembered he laid his head back and kept muttering “oh my God, oh my God….” I put the shopping list on his chest. “Tonight you sleep out here. Tomorrow, after you get the things on the list, we can have a chat. I put the “solvent” on his dick so the sound would come out- it was actually a natural compound nothing like superglue. He didn’t even notice as I unlocked the padlock on the cuff… he just sat there saying “oh my God” over and over again. The last I saw of him that night was the silhouette of his caged dick on the wall of the hallway before I snuggled into our kingside bed alone, happily alone.
next post- 4 weeks later
thank you for taking the time to read
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Introduction: The women meet
Ali waited nervously for her new friend to arrive. When her husband has asked her, well, told her to …to get used to sitting on him, sitting on his face! She didn’t know where to turn. Not exactly something you ask your mother about! But Ali was a girl who tried hard to please, so she trolled the web and found a website where there were Dominant Women… she emailed one of them who lived nearby and now was about to meet her. They were so different- what could Honey possibly teach Ali? How to be cruel? Sigh. The only thing Ali knew about this S&M stuff was from a couple of Porn Videos her husband had asked her to watch- the women were perfect in size, shape and the outfits were amazing. They were cruel; in one they even drew blood! The more she thought about it, the more her head spun… she was so muddled in her thoughts she didn’t notice Honey approaching her table.
Honey looked exactly as the pictures Ali had printed off the website of “Mistress Sweet Honey”: Her huge breasts were nothing like Ali’s little peaks; Ali was tall and lean, Honey was short and curvy. Ali’s chestnut hair was long- Ali had cross cropped orangey hair; they both had the same pale green eyes. She started to day dream about some of the things a woman could do with control over men; a woman whose men dared not tell her what to do. That was Honey’s life, not Ali’s- her life was so very different. Ali found herself staring at Honey’s long, wildly decorated fingernails, not knowing what to say. Just as she was about to use every scrap of courage she had to scramble from the café, Ali found herself held in a warm embrace as Honey took her hand, pulling her to standing and giving her a hug that was long and strong enough to be sincere; Honey laughed and held her face as
Honey’s genuine greeting instantly disarmed Ali. She has been nervous, but the welcoming smile and warm embrace melted her nerves away. They chatted about nothingness for a bit, like the price of tomatoes and such but then Ali started to explain the reason for her call and what she was asking.
Her husband was the type of power-executive that liked things his way. He always noticed every flaw, every imperfection in anything she did. If the dry cleaner mis-pressed a shirt, he would throw it at her, yelling and ranting until she had ironed it perfectly. He would criticise her endlessly; his complaints weren’t only physical- he thought nothing of giving her a slap across the face. When he said he wanted, or rather actually commanded that he be dominated by her and that she sit on his face, she was shocked and confused. But, being dutiful and hoping to avoid his anger, she started to research the services he was asking for. But it didn’t make sense: he was telling her what to do, and on most of the websites, it was the women who made the rules. Speaking to Honey, she found that it was true: although men might ask, they didn’t command the woman. The woman did as she wished. Ali had so much to learn! She explained how she had to be perfect: her husband would not accept anything less.
Honey explained how a male submissive was a man who submitted his will because he wants to, because he genuinely worshipped women, and although each submissive has preference for activities, the desire to please, impress and have the attention of the Domme (Dominant woman) is foremost. It is not about forcing anyone to do anything. Honey asked Ali “Could you be comfortable smothering his face in your crotch, letting him lick your arse, pressing juice-rich panties into his mouth… could you sit on his face and not only let him lick you but drink your urine? Could you? Because this is the reality of the part of the world of S&M he is asking you to enter: there is more, but this is the one part he is asking and the part I can teach you…” As Honey spoke, Ali felt an unfamiliar warmth in her pussy, and realised she was getting aroused by the activities Honey discussed. She interrupted “Yes! I can smother him!” People looked at her from all over the café, and together they laughed as they found common ground.
Honey and Ali spent all evening speaking- first about him, his request and what Ali might do, but then about Ali and what she wanted. Well before the night was done each woman realised she had found a true friend- and more. Things would soon change for both… all three… of them forever.
The Story Begins:
After tying him securely, I raised her silk nightie as I put one thigh aside each side of his head. It was strange to start having sex without having a shower first- Honey explained the power of the odours, and it was best for the odours to be strong and me, so no shower. I slowly rubbed her cotton-clad crotch into his face, the softness of it allowing his face to press into it. I rubbed herself back and forth lifting my body and pressing it back down, rhythmically, arching backwards to place his mouth more at my arse than pussy, and then moved back again. I moved as if dancing, and his body seemed to move with me. Just as I was starting to reach climax, I heard a sound of scratching- his hand, it was scratching on the carpet. I lifted myself up.
“Are you ok?” I asked, worried that I had hurt him. “Yeah, fine, could you change to silk panties? I’ve had enough of these. And get a baby wipe and wipe my face off- you are really wet and I am not ready for all this wetness yet. Try to stay dry until I am ready to cum, huh?” I was really hurt; I tried so hard, but I decided to put Honey’s advice into play. I used the change of undies as an excuse to nip into the bedroom and make a phone call… I returned clad as ordered with a book.
Back in position, I used the book to keep me less wet, keeping my focus on the book rather than on the surprisingly pleasant position in which I was kneeling. Soon, I was enjoying both the book and the smothering… and some of the things I was reading were really getting into my head. The sense of impending orgasm was coming and the text in the book was bringing me to a new sense of self, too.
I heard the scratching again. It irritated me, not just because it interrupted the book and orgasm but because I had already solved his problem. I kicked vaguely in the direction of the scratching… “Stop, now…” with that voice, the voice I know he loves, the soft begging voice. He stopped.
I looked down. His fingers were lightly tapping; the same ones that had been scratching were now irritating me further. I got up off his face- he takes a deep breath and says “Thank You Mistress!” His face sparkles with my juice. This time he wants it:
as he tries to lick it off without permission… I take a baby wipe and clean it off, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of stealing it before asking. Then I stuff the baby wipe in his mouth with spite. He spits it out quietly just as I start speaking: I am going to try to use some of the Domme techniques…
“Thank You? You think I am pleased? I am trying to read, and you keep making noise… tapping, scratching, when I say QUIET I mean it!” His face was screwed up, obviously the taste of the baby wipe was as nasty as I hoped. He started to look indignant, and grabbed my arm: “Who the hell do you think you are? This is a game I am letting you play, don’t think you have a right to get all tough on me….” And that moment I sat back on his face and pressed down deeply, pushing my juice soaked panties into his face deeply, grinding into him and letting up only briefly to let him breathe. I thrusted and rolled my pelvis like a belly dancer, and as he licked me through the panties I knew I had won this battle. I lifted myself off and turned around to press my arse into his face and he rimmed my arsehole with his tongue. He pressed his tongue into me, and the feeling was lovely. I had never in our entire relationship had such fabulous sex- I liked this game, and I was not going ever back to the woman I was before, weak, at his mercy- I was a Dominant Woman in the making, first time in my adult life I could take control and I was not going to surrender it. After I came, I got up and he looked both dazed and angry. He thrust his hips to bring attention- tho clearly all the attention he wanted- to his cock.
I said “I’m sorry baby, but I am trying so hard to be good for you…to please you… but YOU wanted me to be a bitch, so here I am. And I grabbed his balls; as I did I said “What do you have to say? Isn’t this what you wanted?”, he looked as if he wanted to defend himself, but knew there was no defense. I would win. I knew how now, and I would win- things were going to change forever. He thinks I will see things his way… but this is my reality, for my benefit, not his. I start to stroke his balls. “What’s the matter baby, did I sit too long?” I put the book down. “Being Dominant”- one book I certainly needed to finish reading!
“No…” just as he starts to explain, I dig my nails into his balls and squeeze, pulling down slightly as I did, loving the feeling as my fingers pull down on his scrotum. As tender as it might be, it was going to be more tender before I was finished.
“If NO, then why in hell were you making so much NOISE?” I dig my nails in deeper, feeling the soft tender tissue yield under my hand. Just as he starts to go pale I let go and slap him, hard, across his cock. Imagine the disrespect of getting an erection just as I am trying to punish him. The bastard. He’s my favourite, he knows it, but I think I have found a way of taking him down a peg. The phone rings: perfect. My plan is about to take shape. I look down at him; he’s grinning. He won’t be grinning for long.
“Hello, yes, yes, thank you. Ten minutes? Of course. I have a male slave here with me now, will he do? Face sitting? Yes, he does. It would be my pleasure…” I put the phone down. He is grinning and says “A threesome? Yes!” He puts his head back and grins so widely. “A threesome. Woo! Two women, my cock, I am a king!” Little does he realise what is about to happen. He is so close but so far from the truth.
As I straighten the ropes and check his bondage. I slip a blindfold on him then change my knickers, exchanging them for ones less sodden with his spit. He has absolutely soaked the gussets- sigh. He tries to protest about the blindfold, but I find the baby wipe from earlier and stuff it back in while saying “spit it out and you won’t come for a month…” A muffled “Yes Mistress” comes from him, and I slap his face hard. “Shut up”. He tries to say “Yes” again, but I touch his balls with my nail and he stops. “Good Boy”.
The doorbell rings. I see him stiffen, excited. My visitor arrives. I take her long fur coat, and look at her- beautiful. Her skin is dark, shiny and taut. Her breasts are enormous, and the nipples are erect and hard. If I did love women, I would want her. Her wide hips and curvy stomach might be called fat by some, but it gave her a soft lovely real woman shape… not a stringy and insecure size minus 2 fashion model in a thong, but a strong woman confident enough to go out without clothes on under a fur coat, wearing stretchy, shiny soft knickers, thigh high leather boots and nothing else. She pointed to him on the floor. She looked at me, I nodded. She smiled. I said “I have a little present for you…” He had spit out the wipe. “Yes Mistress!” he chirped. I was about to slap his face when Honey put one finger up and smiled. I would let her take him from here.
She knelt astride his face and lowered her bottom across him, her flesh filling in all the space… she knelt slightly forward, and the skin relaxed lowering itself until I knew there was no room for air. His body struggled and she moved- I heard him breathe in sharply and she immediately put her bottom back down again. Occasionally she would wiggle her bottom and laugh. After about 15 minutes of this, she got up. “Babyface, you are a naughty boy, and I am gonna help you, get you to listen better to your Mistress here. You are gonna stop being the naughty boy and appreciate her, hear me?” He hesitated… I think he was just enjoying breathing freely, but she was fast- her toe, still clad in the only article of clothing her boots, she had on- stepped on his left ball, and she made a sharp tap. “I appreciate her!” He said. She kicked, and he yowled. She knelt down and spoke right in his ear. “Babyface, that’s the wrong answer. You know, when I tell you that you are appreciating her, then you are. When I tell you that you are wrong, you are wrong, do you understand me?” She stepped on his balls with the heel of the boot, holding the scrotum down and allowing the testicle to escape without damage. It was far less painful than an spanking or scene he might set out. She whispered “You wanted to be a submissive? You are now a submissive. And she (pointing to Ali) is your Dominant. You will obey her or suffer consequences. No more being the evil bastard you have been, now you have to be good. Or Else.”
“Safeword!” he cried out. In the book it says a safeword is sacred so I move to untie the ropes I had so painstakingly applied; his face was angry, he was unimpressed with Honey, and with me, and I would pay the price- just as I started to cry, a soft, warm hand touched my arm…. “Oh no, see, me and little brother here, we don’t need safewords, do we babyface?” and she kicked him right in the balls again. He didn’t answer; he would take a number of minutes before he could speak, I was sure. She took advantage of that… “ Do you really want to safeword, babyface? You don’t want to stop this scene, do you?” He tried to say something, he gasped and strained but no words came out, his hands still trying despite the bonds to touch his aching balls. Honey promptly moved back across his face and knelt into him. She said only one word: “Lick!”
He must have licked, because she was grinding and thrusting, and started to moan. Her breath was changing, and although I was worried she would suffocate him, he seemed to be thriving! His cock was erect and pulsing, and I went to stroke it. She and I laughed as he moaned; she handed me her bag, and from it I took a sandpaper glove- meant as a refinishing tool. It certainly was going to refinish this tool!
At first I touched lightly, but when started to thrust his hips I grabbed tighter and pulled. I could feel the grit scratching and he moaned and started to go limp. She pressed her bottom down onto his face. “Get that poor excuse for a manhood back up babyface, now!” I helped him with a few gentle strokes by my bare hand, and soon, both were back on their way to orgasm… except there were more surprises in store. I kept using the sandpaper glove, and his penis was swollen but still pulsing. I could see the pre-cum on its tip. It was then I took another of his presents out of the bag; first put the locking cock ring on, followed by the chastity cage after deflating him with surgical spirit; his cries smothered by Honey’s bottom. As a final touch, I put a medium stainless steel sound into his urethra. Honey was coming, and just as she did she stood and she squirted her cumjuice all over his face. He was too uncomfortable to notice.
She pulled off his blindfold and kissed his face. “Was that good, babyface?” she asked. He started to say one thing, than said instead “Was it good for you, miss?” Honey laughed, and handed me one more bag. He started at the small bag, his eyes round with worry. She reached for her coat and said “I will be back next week- let me know how you are getting on!” Just then, as she was about to go out the door, she reached into her bag and took out a camera. She took 3 or 4 photos of him in the compromising position in which he found himself… “If anything happens to my girl, some people you don’t want to see this pictures are going to have 8 x 10 glossies of these. I suggest you get my girl a few nice things this week, or you are going to be the talk of the town.” She threw down a shopping list on the floor near his head, pointed to it and nodded. She looked back at me; stunned, I thanked her, and as soon as the door shut I went back to him.
“Hope you had fun” he muttered, obviously not happy. “Who was that bitch?” I smiled. He had by now gotten out of the ropes I had loosened while Honey was on his face.
“A friend” I replied. “See, after you told me you wanted me to Domme you, I went on the Mistress Webstie for some lessons. I wanted to be a good Domme for you, but I found out I was doing it all wrong. They taught me- I should be doing this because its what I enjoy, not just for you…”
“To hell with that! No more of this, I am not playing anymore. We can forget it, it’s all right for just you and me, but I am not having you or anyone crack my balls and… take this thing off my cock right now.” I looked at him and couldn’t hold back my laughter another minute. “NOW” he said, louder. I laughed louder. “You don’t get it do you?” I said. “For years, I have taken your garbage, your abuse and your foolishness, always about you. For years, you have bossed me, made fun of me, hurt my feelings, and it’s all always about you. You come, I wait. You go out with friends, I am at home….” He interrupted. “Yes, and that’s the way… OW!” he had tugged at the sound. It wouldn’t come out. “What the….” “Oh that? Superglue.”I said with a smile. His face was flushed with angerand he screamed“ SUPERGLUE?”
I walked away saying “Yes, and I am not taking it out until you apologise. I have the solvent to remove it… you only have to” but he interrupted. “NO WAY! Right now! Take it out!” he yelled. “I stepped outside his reach, when he came for me he was stopped by the metal cuff around his ankle, padlocked to the chain that led to the ring in the floor. He hadn’t realised how securely he was bound until that moment- he looked at the metal reinforced leather cuff. He hadn’t realised to what degree I had been coached on how to prevent him from escaping before I wanted him to. The carpenter who installed the bolted O ring by bracing it into a floor joist promised it would take 1000 lobs of pull and not budge. Told them it was for a large, naughty dog. And it is!
While he was sitting there pulling hopelessly on the cuff, I warned him about the pictures Honey had taken. He had obviously forgotten about them, because as he remembered he laid his head back and kept muttering “oh my God, oh my God….” I put the shopping list on his chest. “Tonight you sleep out here. Tomorrow, after you get the things on the list, we can have a chat. I put the “solvent” on his dick so the sound would come out- it was actually a natural compound nothing like superglue. He didn’t even notice as I unlocked the padlock on the cuff… he just sat there saying “oh my God” over and over again. The last I saw of him that night was the silhouette of his caged dick on the wall of the hallway before I snuggled into our kingside bed alone, happily alone.
next post- 4 weeks later
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