He Couldn’t Help it Chapter 3 Part 3

Part 3

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.

He Couldn’t Help It Chapter 1 Part 2

“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. 

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“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.

He Couldnt Help It Chapter 1 Part 1

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. 

“Is this where you try to fuck your wife?”

He Couldnt Help It Intro

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. 

-Good Boy-

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.

Welcome to the Queen’s Court

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-Famous Domme

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About your Queen


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?