Slave t


photo-109After failed attempts to get the manager to get maintenance out to fix the dishwasher, I resorted to blackmail.   The manager has to fix it himself,  and take a harsh punishments for ignoring my requests.  If he doesn’t comply then i’ll go to his superiors and  get him fired.  He agreed and now he is known as slave t.   I tied him to my saint andrews cross and whipped, caned and paddled him mercilessly! 



Worthless little slut



DCF 1.0I watched the Mistress open the wardrobe closet and pick out a pair of shiny red heels.  She ordered me to put them on,  and to walk around the room with a book on my head.  I  imagined being the chair that she sat on,  being suffocated by her magnificent ass.    In a stern voice she said, “If the book falls, you will pay.”  I was very careful not to drop the book.  She gestured for me to put on a pair of black stockings, a silky shirt and red gloves to match the red shoes I was wearing.  I felt so feminine with the stockings on.  I was instructed to walk with the book on my head,  but this time,  curtsey when in front of my Mistress.  The book wobbled and I knew that it was going to fall and it did.  She stood up and looked like a giantess.  “Lay on the bed you ungrateful slut!” I was so worried and felt powerless to say anything, but did as she instructed.  She put cuffs on my wrists and ankles.  A spreader bar was attached to the cuffs and then chained up to the ceiling to expose my ass, with my legs lifted up in the air.  I was so humiliated!  She told me that this is what happens to sissies that misbehave and then shoved a  plug in my ass.  It felt sexy and then…WACK!  She caned me several times until I cried.  “You’re a worthless little slut,  and the only thing you’re good at is taking a cock.”  She climbed on me and smiled real big, whispered in my ear.   “I’m going to use you like the little whore that you are.”  My cock was so hard as she pulled the plug out and replaced it with a dildo attached to her strap on.  She was gentle at first and I was in heaven and then she proceeded to fuck the living s*&t out of me!

The powder room



Lipstick-Wearing-Sissy-HusbandI blushed when she told me to strip. She was even more beautiful than what my friend had described to me. I took off my clothes and kneeled before her as I was instructed. She stood up and circled me like i was on display at an art gallery. “Beauty is within you, they will see.” I was collared and led by a shiny black leash to a bedroom with lots of womens clothing and makeup. She began putting makeup on my face. I tried to keep from getting hard, but her legs were so hot in her stockings and I could see her nipples through her dress. She looked down an saw what I was hoping she wouldn’t notice. Immediately she had me over her knee telling me what a bad girl I was and that I had to pay. My ass stung so bad. I wanted to cry because she wouldn’t let up. Eventually she stopped and said “That floppy piece of skin is useless. You will learn that your pussy is what will open doors for you.”

To be continued…


Pillow humper




I arrived at Mistress Tracy’s dungeon and she automatically put me at ease.  Before I knew it, I was dressed in nothing but a pair of women’s panties and on my knees awaiting her command.  She sat on a stool in front of me with those gorgeous legs and took off her shoe and started rubbing her foot.  I didn’t quite understand why she didn’t tell me to do it.  She looked me in the eye as she seductively took her silky stockings off.  She began tying my hands behind my back with the stocking and the other she shoved in my mouth.    “Since you have been late the last three times, I’ve invited a few friends over to laugh at you and you WILL do what they say.”  I begged her to give me any other punishment, but she wouldn’t budge.   One by one the women trickled in and they were all attractive.  My cock was at full attention peeking through the lacy panties she made me wear.  They looked and touched me like I was an animal.  Everyone sat down to hear the Mistress’s announcement about me,   I really thought I was going to die, i was mortified.   She put a pillow in front of me and told me to start humping the pillow.  I didn’t know what to do… I laid on the pink fuzzy pillow and moved on it back in forth.  One of the women spanked my ass and told me to go faster.  The women laughed while drinking a cup coffee.  My cock was going to explode.  If I came, I would be in more trouble and I really didn’t want to be caned.  “My goodness, we’ve got a pillow humper!!!”  They laughed and started making jokes while one woman came up to me and told me she would love to use my face as a sex toy.  I almost lost it, but kept control.  They all formed a circle around me and started making fun of me and I couldn’t help myself, I shot my pathetic load all over the pillow.  “What a loser!”  They began peeing all over me.  “This is what pillow humpers get when they blow a load on other peoples pillows!”  I was drenched with urine and cum and kept my head down until the last woman left.  Mistress Tracy told me that all is forgiven but that this would happen again if I was late in the future.

Four days before Christmas



I was in a state of shock and so was my behind.  Someone inserted a toy that zapped and pulsated the crap out of my asshole.  I wanted to scream,  but the gag that was forced into my mouth was no ordinary gag.  It propped my mouth open and strange men were jacking off directly into my mouth.  I gagged and coughed out as much gizz as I could,  but the thick liquid slid down my throat.  Tears raced down my face while  the party enjoyed their fuck doll.  Mistress Tracy had changed into a rubber wet suit and had a large black cock attached to her.  She picked up a whip and told me to count each lash,  and to thank her or she would call the cops.  I followed her directions to a T and she eventually stopped at twenty lashes.  She caressed my penis and made it hard within seconds.  Sliding her black cock deep  inside my hole felt good.  I was so turned on and excited that I almost came, but she put a stop to that.  “There’s no pleasure for liars.” 


To be continued…