“Be careful what you wish for….You might actually get it”
All Kinks Welcome
Come one! come all! Welcome everyone to my blog of stinky stories. Ill keep this introduction brief because we all know we want to get on to the smut. This is my new site for writting my kinky dirty stories to twist your titties. I will be posting here every couple of days as I am constantly …..inspired.
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She could see from Will’s face that he was not quite prepared for the scene in front of him. She had told him what was going to happen. Painted a clear picture so he would know exactly what he was getting into.
“What I need, is for a real man to fuck me during my session. You see, these men were talking about, they need to see me get fucked, but they know they are not worthy of doing it. They usually have small cocks, sometimes they are short, often overweight, no self control. They need me to help them and I do.” She sipped her glass of wine. “Do you think you can help me?”
It was crystal clear. Maybe she forgot to mention the handcuffs and the strapon, or the fact that he might walk in to a man, collared, with a dildo balls deep in his ass, but,minor details. He would get over it.
“Wow.” He surveyed the scene. The slave tried to look over his shoulder.
“Ghheassss??” he attempted to spit out the panties still in his mouth. Unsuccessfully. He tried to mumble another question. It was unintelligible, but she knew what he was asking. She laughed and stepped back, the cock slurped out of his ass.
“Shhhhhhhh,” She said soothingly, “Well, he’s a little early, but that is that man who’s cum you’re going to be licking up today.”
The buckles of the strapon clinked and the cock flopped as it hit the floor. She grabbed the slaves collar and pulled him around to face her. She looked into his desperate, pathetic, pleading eyes. Using one finger she carefully pushed the edge of his wifes panties back into his open mouth. A bit a drool was sliding down the corner. She wiped her finger on his shoulder. His cage looked like it was ready to burst.
“You can look, slave, but you will have to stay there,” Her tone was delicate, almost babying. “Can you do that for me like a good boy?” His cage bounced as he nodded enthusiastically. She caressed his face before walking over to Will and putting her arms around his neck. “Suprise!” She kissed him deeply and heard the slaves breath quicken behind her. “Just try to ignore him for now, it’s like training a dog not to whine for scraps.”
By this time Will had had enough time to compose himself. There was no going back and he knew it. He wrapped his arms around her, and slid one hand low down her back.
“Nice shirt,” he said.
“Thanks,” She smiled at him, “Complements of the house,” She raised her hand gesturing to the closet. He chuckled, she could tell he was hiding his nervousness. She breathed deep and kissed him again, relishing in his uncertainty.
Will picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down and she opened her mouth, feeling their warm tongues dancing. She pulled his shirt over his head and undid his belt buckle. Her nails raked his chest, muscles rippling as she decorated them. His pants fell past his knees and she pushed them off with her feet. He ground his hips into her and she could feel his long hard cock grinding against her thigh.
As he kissed her neck she turned her head to the side to get a look at the slave. He was sitting on his heels obediently, but his hips were moving back and forth in a slight, almost involuntary, motion. She met his eyes and smiled menacingly.
“Make yourself useful, slave, and go look for your handcuff keys,” She waved in the direction of the closet. “I think I threw them somewhere over there.” His eyes widened and sat up. He was so aroused that his cage barely moved as he penguin-waddled eagerly to look.
She returned her attention to the situation at hand. Will had moved down. Shirt pulled up, he was sucking and biting her nipples. She was breathing harder now. He began stroking the inside of her legs, getting dangerously close to the soft lips of her perfect pussy. After a few more circles he parted those lips and two meaty fingers made their way inside. He moved his hand in and out curling his fingers slightly. She could feel the pressure start to build inside her as she moaned. The rhythm of his hands made her whole body move up and down. She looked him in the eyes.
“Harder.” she commanded. He was happy to oblige, he drove his hand inside her, increasing the speed. She made sure the slave could hear how much she was enjoying herself. She raised her head briefly and could see him still rooting around for the keys. The pressure mounted inside her coming to a peak. Her back arched and she pressed her head into the mattress. There was no controlling it. She screamed with pleasure and felt a rush of liquid squirting out of her onto Wills’ hands, all over the bed covers. Her chest rose and fell softly and Will leaned in and covered his mouth with hers.
“You made a little mess,” He said looking at his hand. She looked up at him and then over to the slave who was waddling over, keys successfully in his hands behind his back.
“Good thing we have someone to clean up any mess we make,” Her grin showed all her teeth. She waved the slave over and reaching out over the edge of the bed, she removed the panties from his mouth. The slave moved his tongue around in his mouth and dry lips to get rid of the extra lint. She giggled and rolled over with Will so that she was on top of him.
“I hope you don’t mind if you let my slave lick your hand while I fuck you.”
He went by Will. She found him on tinder. Their first date was normal enough, drinks and a comedy show downtown. She eyed him from across the small round table. The inexperienced eye might think it was just two attractive people on an innocent date. A closer look, however, could detect the glint in her eye. She was sniffing out and tracking down her prey.
He needed to be the right kind. Manly enough to make them feel emasculated, large enough to make them feel small, strong enough to make them feel weak. All of this combined with the willingness to serve. So far she was pleased, he was tall, broad shouldered, his strong jawline led to a mass of curly black hair. He played rugby in college, almost played professionally, but injured his knee. She could tell he was attracted to her strength, but would he fit her purpose?
At the end of the night their bellies hurt from laughing, she tilted her head to the side and said candidly,
“Let’s get out of here,” He agreed, she took his hand and lead him towards the door. He stepped ahead and opened it for her as they walked out. She smiled as she looked behind her. he met her gaze without hesitation.
“My lady,” he said, with a mock formal gesture of the hand. They giggled and the cool night air hit her face. She knew he was looking at her ass as he followed.
– Every joke has a hint of truth- she thought. She was pretty sure the next time he called her that it would not be in jest.
“Why don’t we go back to your place?” she suggested, taking his arm as they approached the crosswalk. She could feel the bulge of his bicep.
“I like the way you think,” He said leaning into the street to flag down a cab. The inside of the cab smelled like old leather and cigarettes from the 80’s. It was warm inside and his jacket was laid across his lap. She wasn’t about to wait until they go to his house to verify that he was bull material. She sat in the middle seat and leaned up against him. She knew her low cut shirt provided him with a perfect view of her ample cleavage. She leaned over and whispered in his ear.
“How do you feel about trying new things?” He closed his eyes and she could see the hair on his neck raise.
“I am all game,” he replied in a low growl.
She started nibbling his ear and he turned his head to kiss her. His lips were full and wet as he slipped his tongue in her mouth. She crept her hand under his jacket.
-Moment of truth- her hands felt along the ridges of his pants until she felt his hard cock underneath. -excellent, no anxiety issues- She started from where she could feel the base and ran her fingers up the length. 6.. 7… 8 inches at least. The corners of her mouth widened as she ran her tongue up and down his. Her other hand snaked up his face and she pulled his hair, biting his lip.
“Feisty girl,” he said pulling away slightly with a raised eyebrow, “I like it.”
“Oh, this is just the tip of the iceberg,” she smiled, opening his mouth again with hers.
-score.- she gave herself a mental high five. It was going to be all gravy from here.
His apartment was bland. Ikea furniture littered the living room, giving it a modern minimalist look.
“My housemates out of town” he said, “so we have the whole place to ourselves.” His arm swept the empty space in front of him. “Would you like a drink?’
She wanted to rip the buttons off his shirt, straddle him on the couch, and tell him that he was going to get his dick sucked hard, but etiquette ruled. She would take a glass of wine. She sauntered over to the couch as he poured and followed her.
“Want to play a game?” she said, swirling the wine.
“Sure” he said.
“Let’s play truth or dare,” she proposed.
“I like the sound of that” He scooted closer to her and she put her feet up on his lap.
“OK, I’m going first …truth or dare” she said.
“I’m going to be boring and say …truth,” He smiled, “though something tells me the truth might be more dangerous with you,” He leaned closer brushing his lips against her neck.
“You are very perceptive.” She squealed and leaned her head and shoulder towards him to get her neck out of range.
“Have you ever had your dick sucked by another man?”
He went by Will. She found him on tinder. Their first date: drinks and a comedy show. She eyed him from across the small round table. The inexperienced eye might think it was just two attractive people on a perfectly normal date. However, if you examined closely you would detect a glint in her eye, the forward predatory posture as she looked over the rim of her wine glass. She was sniffing out and tracking down her prey.
Not the prey you might think. There was nothing “normal” about what she wanted from him. She was going to use him for a very special task. He needed to be the right kind. Manly enough to make them feel emasculated, large enough to make them feel small, strong enough to make them feel weak. All of this combined with the willingness to serve. When she met him at the door she was pleased, he was tall, broad shouldered, strong jawline leading to a mass of curly black hair. He played rugby in college. He could have played professionally if not for a rogue ACL tear in his third year. He had kept himself quite fit, now with rock climbing and running. She could tell from the moment he looked her up and down he was attracted to her strength as well. What man wouldn’t be. Could he be useful?
At the end of the night their bellies hurt from laughing, she tilted her head to the side and suggested,
“Let’s get out of here?” It was a question but there was nothing inquisitive about it. He seemed relieved to not have to be the one to say it. She took his hand and lead him towards the door. He stepped ahead and opened it for her as they walked out.
“My lady,” Will said, with a mock formal gesture of the hand. They giggled and the cool night air hit her face. She could feel his burning gaze on the back of her thighs as he followed her out. She felt a shiver down her spine. Even as a joke, his gesture of service made a rush of heat surge between her legs. Images of his naked cock being licked by one of her slaves flashed through her mind.
“Why don’t we go back to your place?” she said, taking his arm as they approached the crosswalk. Her long fingers curled around his biceps. She could feel the bulk of the muscle under his shirt.
“I like the way you think,” He said leaning into the street to flag down a cab. The inside of the cab smelled like old leather and cigarettes. It was warm inside and his jacket was laid across his lap. Well, she wasn’t about to wait until they go to his house to verify that he was bull material. She sat in the middle seat and leaned up against him. She knew her low cut shirt provided him with a perfect view of her ample cleavage. She leaned over and whispered in his ear.
“I have a personal question for you, Will” She knew he could feel her warm breath, ”How do you feel about trying new things?” He closed his eyes and she could see the hair on his neck raise.
“You mean like hymalian food or like skydiving?” he replied with a teasing grin.
“Not quite,” She started nibbling his ear and he turned his head to kiss her. His lips were full and wet as he slipped his tongue in her mouth. She twisted her body to press against him and crept her hand under his jacket.
-Moment of truth-……. Her hands slid along the ridges of his pants until she felt his very hard cock underneath. -excellent, no anxiety issues so far- She started from where she could feel the base and ran her fingers up the length. 6.. 7… 8 inches at least. The corners of her mouth widened as she ran her tongue up and down his. Her other hand snaked up his face and she pulled his hair, biting his lip.
“Feisty girl,” he said pulling away slightly with a raised eyebrow, “I like it.” he bit her neck making goosebumps run down her arms.
“Oh, this is just the tip of the iceberg,” she smiled, opening his mouth again with hers.
-score.- she gave herself a mental high five. She had a great feeling about this one.
His apartment was bland. Ikea furniture littered the living room, with that modern minimalist bachelor look.
“My roommate’s out of town” he said, “so we have the whole place to ourselves.” His arm swept the empty space in front of him. “Would you like a drink?’
She did not want a drink. She wanted to rip the buttons off his shirt, straddle him on the couch, and tell him that he was going to get his dick sucked hard, but she contained her impulse. She would take a glass of wine. She sauntered over to the couch as he poured and followed her.
“Want to play a game?” she said, swirling the wine.
“Sure” he said.
“Truth or dare,” she proposed.
“I like the sound of that” He scooted closer to her and she put her feet up on his lap.
“OK, I’m going first …truth or dare” she said.
“I’m going to be boring and say …truth,” He smiled, “though something tells me the truth might be more dangerous with you,” He leaned closer brushing his lips against the back of her ear.
“You are very perceptive.” She squealed and leaned her head and shoulder towards him to get her ear out of range.
“Have you ever had your dick sucked by another man?”
The bottle of lube made a tiny waterfall as it coated his spread rouged cheeks. One finger closed the bottle and two fingers started to work on his tight little asshole. She used just the lightest touch of a circular motion. She knew he would start to have some trouble considering the cage, but she didn’t mind. She liked to give them trouble.
He was breathing hard through the panties. Her fingers pushed down more allowing them to slip in little by little each time within the rhythm of the circle. Continuing this pattern she could feel his ass relax allowing her to go deeper. Soon the circle turned into an in and out motion and she heard him moan. She twisted her fingers each time on the way out before plunging them back in. His butt was still hanging slightly off the edge of the bed. Kneeling behind him for the best leverage, she felt something drip onto her leg. Precum. He was leaking again. She smiled, good thing there was no way he could cum with that cage on.
-I wonder if he’s even been ruined before?- She thought, pushing her fingers in deeper.
His groan became a grunt. She wanted to hear him beg for her cock. She took her fingers out and wiped them on the duvee cover. Good things must be earned. She grabbed the smaller of the dildo’s next to her and doused it in lube. She pushed the tip into his ass, it slid in much easier than expected.
“You’ve been fucking yourself regulary haven’t you slave,” her tone was that of a teacher praising a good student. She knew the answer before he tried to mumble his response through the panties.
She worked the dildo in and out of his ass with her hands, making sure he took all of it. Her arm moved like a piston, keeping a steady pace. He moaned with each entry of the dildo. Sappy clear-colored precum started to drip from his captive cock like a leaky faucet. She took the liberty of stroking her clit with her free hand. She was so wet that her fingers slid on her perfect cunt without resistance. The desire to fuck him was overwhelming. She stood up and removed the dildo from his ass and the panties from his mouth.
“Do you want my cock slave?” she grabbed his hair again, pulling his face close.
“Oh Goddess, yes please,” He sputtered, his eyes sideways, searching for her.
“How badly do you want it?” She let go of his hair allowing his head to fall roughly onto the bed.
“Please, Goddess, anything you want ill do it” his hips were making small involuntary motions trying, unsuccessfully, to rub his caged cock on the edge of the bed. His struggle made her grin from ear to ear.
“Would you suck my cock before it goes inside you? Like a good little whore?” He had already said he would do anything so she was certainly not going to let him get off easily.
“Yes, please just say you’ll fuck me after” he moaned. She was already inserting the larger black cock into her harness.
“Then come here little slut,” She unclipped the leash from the collar with one hand. Grasping his handcuffs she slid him off the bed onto his knees made him hobble toward her, hands still cuffed.
-like a little penguin- She loved those degrading moments. It filled her with a sense of purpose, of place, of rightness.
He opened his mouth and she thrust her cock in. Slowly at first, then faster and harder. He gagged as she thrust deep into and held his head for just a moment. She pulled him off and a long string of saliva trailed from his pretty mouth.
“You like being my little slut, don’t you?” He nodded slurping some of the spit back in. She pulled him back into cock. The noises he made were delightfully wet as he gagged and second and a third time. She decided it his slutty ass might have earned it’s reward.
She put her foot on his shoulder and pulled him toward her with it, forcing him down on the ground.
“Please Goddess, you said you would fuck me if I sucked your cock,” She could tell he was trying not to let his voice whine.
“Yes I did my pet” She straddled his legs behind his ass, and just as she parted his cheeks and slid her cock in, she heard the door open behind her.
“When was the last time you even tried to fuck her?” She let the paddle fly and it hit his ass with a satisfying smack. His body jerked involuntarily upward. She held the leash tight as he convulsed with each slap. The sound of the paddle against his ass again made her belly tingle. This time she decided she would give him five hard quick slaps in a row. His ass was starting to get nice and red. She was looking forward to making an unmarked ass colorful.
“Tell. Me. The. Last. Time.” a good hard paddle for punctuation. She could see he was starting to gasp for air so she loosened her grip and straddled his back.
“I bet you can’t even remember,” She got down really close to his left ear. “You’ve been so obsessed with perving out on porn that you can’t even get hard around her.” she bit his ear possessively.
“No goddess, I can’t please her.” he whined. She loved to make them whine. She shimmied down so that his wife’s wet panties were pressed against those cherry colored cheeks. Both hands on his shoulders she started to grind her mound in between his ass and his legs. Her hips moved nice and slow so he could feel the trail of moisture that she left with each stroke. Up and down. Up…
“-and men that cant please women are what, slave?” she slid off him and wrapped her hand once again around the leash.
“Bad?” He made the mistake of guessing.
“No! Slave!” the paddle was like a diving bird of prey. One, two, one, two, one, two. Dark, ripe, cherries.
“They are useless! Men who cannot please women are useless.”
Each smack rang like a gunshot. She mounted him again and pulled his hair to lift his face closer to her red lips. “What are they, slave?”
“Useless, Goddess,” his voice was more of a croak now.
“And what are you, slave?”
“I am useless, Goddess, worthless.” He was starting to sweat again. She could feel her clit begging to flip him over and smother him. Hot waves followed from her cunt all the way down her legs. She controlled her desires.
“That’s much better slave, yes, you are useless until I give you use. You are worthless until I give you worth. You are nothing, until I make you something. Isn’t that true?” She slid the paddle down his back and in between his rosey ass.
“Yes Goddess. Please give me a purpose,” She could see his eyes were getting a glazed look as he sunk deeper into the trance of submission. She was loving every minute of this, and he was learning fast.
-Clever boy- she thought.
She slipped the leash out from underneath the handcuffs and looped it around one of the high bed posts. She folded her knees underneath her to sit on the bed next to him, and began to stroke his hair.
“You want to be useful to me don’t you, my little toy?” Her voice was teasing, almost melodic. She held his head, gently running her nails gently through his scalp.
-Toy, I do like the sound of that- she mused.
“Oh yes please Goddess.” He was moaning slightly with pleasure. She decided to let him have this little moment. After all, one cannot have pain without a little relief from pain, and every good dog deserves a treat after they have obeyed.
She took her hands slowly from his head.
“Stay right here like a good boy, relax a little, I’m going to show you exactly how you are going to be useful to me.” She grabbed the paddle and walked back over to the case. She lifted up a compartment revealing three smooth rubber cocks arranged from smallest to largest, a large bottle of lubricant, and a black leather harness. She ran her fingers over the rubber feeling how the material clung at her fingertips.
-They want to be used too-
She took out the two smaller of the cocks. After all, he was not the most experienced. She carried her new tools over to the bed and laid them out. The dirty panties fell to the floor and she stepped carefully into the harness, raising onto her tippy-toes as she pulled the straps snug on her smooth hips. She picked up the panties and rolled them into her fist.
“Open,” her voice was hard again, demanding his attention. She stuffed the panties into his open mouth and ran a finger down his face.
“Now how would you like to be my little fucktoy?” She whispered into his ear.
She left him chained to the towel holder his face and hair soaked with her cum and sweat. She sauntered over to an armchair in the next room and plopped down, legs spread, breathing heavily. She could feel the juice of her naked pussy seeping onto fabric of the chair and smiled. She didn’t usually make messes, but when she did, she made sure they were at someone else’s expense. She closed her eyes for a moment and the image of his tight ass bent over the chair scrubbing out her mess made her clit twitch.
Slowly coming out of her orgasm-induced stupor she stood up and walked over to him drenched and slumped against the counter. She filled a new glass of water and drained it, then filled another and put it down in front of him.
“You are too kind Goddess,” he stuttered, clasping the glass with his one free hand and draining it.
“Unzip,”. She commanded, turning her back to him. She felt him struggling to undo the zipper with one hand.
“Excuse me, Goddess,” he muttered. She felt him bite the top of her dress, holding the fabric up so he could work the zipper with his other hand. Finally, she heard the noise of the zipper and felt the dress release around her body. She decided it would be time to slip into something more comfortable, and left him there.
She found the master bedroom upstairs. It was the second door she tried. There was a walk in closet filled with his and her clothes. She dropped her dress to the floor.
-not much account for style here- she thought thumbing through what she presumed to be his wife’s items on the left-hand side. She decided on a tee shirt that said “go bears!” across the top and “knock ‘em dead.” on the back. She bit the middle of the shirt slightly making a hole with her teeth. The threads strained and finally gave way ripping off the bottom half of the shirt to show her belly.
-That’s more like it-
The top drawer of the closet dresser surprised her.
-nice lingerie collection, little wifey- she thought grabbing a lacy white thong. -shows some serious desperation- She slipped on the lace and examined herself in the mirror on the back of the closet door. -at least she’s not that much bigger than me-
She found a pair of long socks from a drawer. Ones that came up past her knee. Finally she finished off her new look with a backwards facing “i heart chicago” baseball cap. She trotted back into the kitchen.
“Ta-da!” She said, posing. He was right where she left him, slumped against the side of the counter sitting on the floor. “What do you think of my new look?” His mouth hung open then moved up and down for a moment like a fish out of water.
“Those are my wi-”
“Shut up, slave!” she barked at him. “You don’t think I know who these belong to?” She turned around and pushed her smooth round ass into his face. “Why do you think im wearing them you stupid. Little. Perv.” She accentuated each word, pressing her ass down on his face. She hoped he could smell his wife mixed with her pussy. “Now you will have a lovely reminder of me every time you see your wife. Maybe it will help you to behave….but i think you’re going to need more than that,”
With her ass still in his face she bent down and reached towards him between her legs. She ripped off the adhesive pad of the e-stim without hesitation. He jumped.
“Strike one!” she said playfully before removing with next one just as fast.
“Strike two!” she giggled. He was ready for the second one, so she gave him a flick to make him jump again. She put the pads in a plastic bag and reached into her case for the handcuff keys and a leash. The case thumped closed and she locked it.
“I think it’s time to take this somewhere more intimate, don’t you think?” She, clipped the leash around the metal hook of the collar and held it tight. She replaced the towel holder with his second hand behind his back, then grabbed the suitcase and placed it in his hands. Coming back to his front, she stuffed the handcuff keys in his mouth.
“Here you go little puppy, be a good boy and carry these for me.” She walked forward and jerked his leash. His legs banged against the suitcase behind him with each step. She could tell it was awkward for him. She loved it when they felt awkward. His wife’s panties may not last long.
Leading him up the stairs she had to steady him once when he almost fell backward on the stairs. She held the rail and used the leash to pull his weight forward. His knee dropped onto the stairs but he steadied himself and kept upright.
“You better not fall, or there will be consequences for your clumsiness.” He tried to mumble something but just ended up nodding with that pleading look again.
-such a great quality” she thought -willingness to please-
Although, she had not forgotten what he had confessed earlier. It would be time for him to wish he had kept his mouth shut. She was going to milk him of all his dirty little secrets.
When they got to the top of the stairs she led him straight to the master bedroom. She took the suitcase out of his hands and pushed him face down on the bed.
“Stay.” she said, putting the suitcase on the dresser and clicking it open. She pulled out what looked like a ping pong paddle without rubber. He tried to turn his head to see what she was doing. “No peeking!” she said with mock offense. She walked over to the bed and used her foot to push his head turned sideways into the bed covers. She put her hand out so he could spit the keys in them. They hit the wall with a clink as she tossed them somewhere. She didn’t really care and it would be fun to make him look for them later. He tried to raise his head to see where they went but she pushed her foot down harder. She turned his collar around with her hands and looped the leash under his cuffed arms.
“Just one question before we get started with phase two,” She said, pulling the leash tight and replacing her foot with her hands so she could lean down close this ears.
A yellow taxi pulled in front of the house. The back door opened and a red stiletto heel hit the graveled ground with a tak. The heel was followed by an umbrella over a slender stockinged leg as a woman glided out of the cab, a black suitcase trailing behind. Her plump red lips drew into a smile. She didn’t usually make house calls, but when she did, she always came prepared.
The hard path crunched under her feet with each step, the tak tak tak of the heel complemented the patter of the rain on the umbrella. The lights were on.
She extended a blacked gloved finger and rang the doorbell. She heard shuffling behind the door as it opened quickly. He was dressed just the way she liked it. Nothing but a leather collar with a single metal loop strapped tightly around his neck. He quickly got on his knees and put his head on the doormat.
“Welcome Goddess, “ he stammered.
She did not speak. She stepped inside, leaning on the closed umbrella, she placed one foot on his back and wiped a large streak of mud between his shoulder blades. She walked into the kitchen and slammed her suitcase on the countertop. Rolling her thumbs over the lock, it popped as it opened. She took a seat on a high stool and crossed her legs, leaning her elbow on the granite counter.
“Water with ice, slave!” she demanded, and he scrambled from his place on the floor and hurried into the kitchen.
“Right away, Goddess,”
He fumbled for a glass in the cupboard and filled it with ice from the machine on the fridge, then cold filtered water. She observed him with a cool gaze. She could see his cock, already hard, bouncing between his legs, his trembling hands as he held the glass to the ice dispenser. He placed the glass in front of her and she could see him sneak a look at her breasts spilling out of her black dress. She sipped it as he stepped back and quickly lowered his gaze.
“Did I give my cock permission to get hard, slave?” She raised an eyebrow.
“No Goddess, I am unable to control it,” he said clasping his hands nervously behind his back, keeping his gaze low.
“Well, i guess i should expect nothing less from such a pathetic male specimen,” the glass clanged back on the counter. She reached into the case and pulled out handcuffs and a small strangely shaped metal cage, with a lock.
“Come closer,” She stood up and took one of his hands from behind his back. “You try so hard to control yourself, don’t you?” She grabbed one of his fingers and drew it toward her, until it was quivering and touching the soft pillows of her barely contained breasts. Then, with one swift movement she clapped the cuff hard on his wrist, turned him around, and pushed his face down on the cold granite. I wasn’t hard, she was almost a head taller than him with the heels.
-Like stealing candy from a baby– she mused.
Keeping one hand pressing down on his face she put two fingers into the glass. With a clinking sound she drew out a piece of ice and reached down between his legs. His spine arched and she could almost feel his balls withdrawing into his belly.
“Good thing you have me to help you,” She whispered into his ear.
“Yes Goddess, Thank You Goddess,” his words were barely audible through his mouth pressed on the thick countertop.
She spun him around, snapping the other end of the handcuff onto the bar of the towel holder and grabbing his balls hard with the ice still in hand. He sucked air in between his lips.
“Just to make sure you will fit, we can’t have any more slip ups” she placed the cage on his shrunken cock. The lock clicked into place and she stepped back.
She placed one foot on the high stool, her short dress rolled up exposing her stockings, garters, naked pussy. There were lines down her stockings where the wetness had started to run down her legs.
“Oh just look at that, im already making a mess for you to clean up,” Her mouth opened as she parted her wet lips and slipped the key inside herself. She could hear him breathing heavier and saw beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. She reached out to his face, her wet gloves, streaking his cheeks as she wiped them carefully. His nostrils flared she could see the cage starting to get tight..
-Just like a wild animal– she thought.
“That’s better isn’t it, my pet?” she crooned. She removed her gloves, pinching each finger carefully before pulling them off, revealing long manicured nails. She traced her fingers on his body her fingers following a path down his neck, chest, and belly.
“Yes Goddess, I really need your help, Goddess,” he sounded more desperate now. She loved it when they got desperate.
“Really, I am going to need you use you,” she said, feeling her thighs slip slip slip past each other as she walked back toward her case.”But we will need to take some precautions. I know you asked me to come here to help control your perverted urges.”
“Yes, please Goddess, I am addicted to porn,” he blinked looking up at her. “I can’t stop, I watch it between five and ten times a day, my wife threatened to leave me if I don’t stop.” His wavering tone reminded her of a church confessional.
–oh, he will confess to more- she thought.
She took out what looked like a small box with wires attached and a bag of pads.
“Have you worked with an e-stim machine before, slave?”
“Never, Goddess.” his eyes opened wider and she could see his pert nipples sharpen.
“Well let me explain it to you,” She crouched down to examine his cock and balls. The cock was bulging out of the cage now, its flesh pressed up against the metal like a trussed christmas ham.
“I put a pad here,” the adhesive made a sharp sound as she separated it and placed the sticky pad on the right side of his balls. “ and another here,” she placed the second pad on the left side. His balls were smoothly shaved as she had instructed.
“And when I turn this knob,” She turned the dial on the machine until she saw him jump with surprise. “It will start to generate an electric current between the two pads.” She observed with pleasure. The cage fit better now.
“Just like that.” She stood up, lengthened the wires, and placed the small machine on the countertop for easy access.
“Please Goddess, im afraid of the pain,” his voice had a pleading tone to it, and his eyebrows were drawn together. She felt another rush of liquid running down her legs.
-We have barely started and he is already ready to beg- the thought made her closed-liped smile widen.
“Shhhhhh, my little perv, don’t worry I will take good care of you,” she looked down at him and stroked his hair. She brought her face inches from his. She could smell his sweat and feel his quick breath. She grabbed the leather collar around his neck and pulled down, guiding him forcefully to his knees at eye level with her smooth wet cunt. His hair was the perfect length to grab as she took a fistful and pressed his face between her legs.
“Show me what a good boy you want to be,” She growled and then gasped as he opened his mouth and began slowly licking the lips of her sweet pussy.
She leaned her head back with her mouth open, eyes closed, feeling his tongue work his way between each delicate fold. He found the clit and began to make sucking noises. She looked down at the cage. Christmas ham. She let her finger rest on the dial and began to turn slowly. She knew he could feel a slight tingle. He began to groan so she pressed his face in harder. She felt another small surge of wetness. The slurping grew louder. The rhythm of her breathing increased. She started grinding on his face with her hips, it was slick and slid easily up and down. She knew he was gasping for air, but didn’t dare stop. She saw a thin string of precum drip from a hole in his cage onto the floor. The dial turned sharply. He yelped and jerked his head back, breathing heavily.
“Please Goddess,” his whine was barely audible, eyes drawn to the ground.
“What was that slave, I couldn’t hear you, speak up” She grabbed his chin and forced him to look upward.
“Nothing Goddess, I said nothing,” She could tell he was trying not to look at the top of her nipple peeking at the edge of the dress.
“That’s right slave, you said nothing.” She pushed his face back knocking him off balance against the side of the counter.
She stepped back and returned to her open suitcase. She slowly drew out a long chain with two small clamps at each end.
“I’m going to ask you a question slave, if you get it right you get to lick my cunt immediately, but it you get it wrong,” she opened and closed the clamps several times, “you will need a better reminder.”
She slowly walked in a circle around him, his hungry eyes following her every move.
“Do you deserve this, slave?” she bent down in front of him, her breasts so close he had to turn his head slightly not to touch them. She could see the christmas ham again.
“I don’t know Goddess….” he said looking at the ground.
“Wrong answer slave.” She said, swiftly and mercilessly placing the clamps on both nipples simultaneously. “The answer is “yes goddess”,”.
“AHghh,” the sound came out between clenched teeth. “Yes, Goddess, I deserve this.” He said quickly, a drop of sweat ran down his face and dripped onto his thigh.
“Good Boy!” she clapped her hands with joy. “You are going to truly accept that this is your place.” She grabbed his collar again and pulled him toward her cunt.
“This is exactly what you deserve,”. She smiled again and leaned her head back, spreading her legs just enough.
For those clever puppies that read the fine print, fold their underwear, and are dying to know more about me…..
Born in Germany, the Queen Maery was raised near San Fransisco, California. Even as a young princess, she always related to the fringe and the deviant.
She first discovered a love for kink at the tender age of 20, when her boyfriend at the time became obsessed with the desire to lick her boots. Since then, she has invested in developing her skills and knowledge of the fetish community.
Now, as a fully realized Queen, she gathers her people around her, because after all, what is a Queen without her subjects?