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    Fiction Submitted by: Anonymous

    My wife and I had always had an open relationship; there was nothing that we were afraid to tell each other. She knew of my submissive nature long before I had even proposed to her, but she had never felt comfortable with taking the dominant role. She insisted that there was nothing wrong with my desires to be feminized and chastized, but she just couldn't find any interest in those areas for herself. I had tried everything I could think of to convince her that it could be fun for her too, but it all seemed to be of no avail.

    One Friday last October (of 1999) when I came home from the office, however, I had a surprise waiting for me. My wife, I knew, had gone out to a stagette party for a friend of hers, and I was looking at a quiet evening at home studying. I am an articling law student, and believe me there's quite a lot of schoolwork to be done on top of your actual job work. I came home and nuked a Michelina frozen dinner, and went into my office to hit the books. When I got into the office, there was a note taped to my computer monitor in my wife's handwriting. Thinking that it was probably just her wanting me to get some groceries or something, I nonchalantly pulled it off and read it. It only took about one second of reading before my heart started beating faster. The note read:

    "Art: (my name)

    I have given much thought to the idea of owning you as a slave as you have begged my to do so frequently over the past three years. It occurs to me that it could be rather fun to have a slave to keep me entertained and to relieve me of some of the day to day house chores. Here is what I propose. If you truly want to serve me, go down to the basement. You will see a stack of cue cards on the clothes dryer. Read them ONE AT A TIME and do EXACTLY what they say. If you do, we will try it out for a few weeks at my discretion to see of we both like it. You will NEVER refuse anything that I tell you to do, and I will own you completely. I will be free to do whatever I wish, and you will forgo your freedoms to my whims and wishes. If this isn't what you want, then don't go into the basement until tomorrow. If you so, however, wish to proceed, you should do so soon, because I will be home at 2am and it may take quite awhile for you to complete the cue cards. I will not be impressed if I come home and find that you started them but hadn't finished them. Here are your first two rules for when I get home: Don't speak unless spoken to, and you will never address me as anything but Mistress. You will be sorry if you can't follow these simple instructions."

    I couldn't believe what I had just read. It was unmistakably my wife's writing, but I had never imagined in my wildest fantasies that she would ever want to try this! I had given up all hope a year ago. I briefly hesitated, then looked at my watch. 7pm. I proceeded into the basement. On top of the dryer was a stack of cue cards about 1/2" thick. The top card had '#1' marked on it. I hesitated for a moment, and then grabbed the first cue card.

    "In the dryer is a locking steel collar. The keys are in my possession, so once you put it on, you will not be able to remove it. This is your last chance to stop, because once you put this collar on, I will know that you have started."

    I opened the dryer, and inside was a stainless steel band, perhaps 1" thick lined with leather on the inside. The locking mechanism worked by simply inserting one end, which was notched (presumably for locking) into the other, which held a high security lock. The key hole was round, much like the ones you see on vending machines. The collar had 3 D-rings attached, equally spaced around with one directly in front (if one presumed that the lock was to go at the back). Inscribed on either side of the front D-ring was the word 'SLUT'. I checked the sizing around my neck; it would be a perfect fit. Not surprising, I guess, as my wife knows what size my neck is from buying work shirts for me for my birthday and Christmas. I considered the implications of actually locking this collar on for a full five minutes. Was this what I really wanted? Slowly but deliberately, I picked up the collar and put it around my neck. I closed my eyes and pushed the notched end into the other. CLICK. What had I gotten myself into? I reached for card #2.

    "Go upstairs and close all of the blinds"

    Seemed simple enough. I pulled my shirt up over the collar (it would look weird to the neighbors if they saw, but not as weird as the collar!) and went to work. I was back for card #3 within three minutes.

    "Take off your clothes and leave them on the couch upstairs. When I come home, this is how I will know immediately if you are as submissive of a slut as you have said you are."

    I couldn't believe this was happening; my wife never spoke like that! I stripped and brought the clothes upstairs. Not surprisingly, I already had an erection. I returned to the basement and grabbed card #4.

    "On the medicine cabinet in the downstairs washroom, you will find 2 packages of hot wax. Take these to the kitchen, and follow the instructions on the boxes to remove all of hair that is not on your head. Yes, your arms, your legs, your crotch, your arm pits, your chest, and your ass. All of it."

    Shit! Well, nobody ever saw my body except my wife, so nobody would notice this. I went to it, and I must say I had no idea how painful hot wax is, or how long it took to use! It was already 10pm when I finished, but my body was absolutely hairless. Well, not counting my head! I returned to the basement for card #5.

    "On top of my dresser in the bedroom, you will find a box containing a high-security chastity belt, complete with instructions but without keys. I ordered this from Access Denied in early September, and it came right on time. Bring the box back down here and grab the next cue card. DO NOT MASTURBATE FIRST, SLUT! I guessed at the measurements, so it may not be a perfect fit, but we can modify it later if need be. I don't think it will be far off, though. I know your body pretty well and have been paying extra special attention to distances and girths with my fingers for the past few months."

    I went back upstairs, and sure enough, there was a plain brown cardboard box on top of the dresser. Trembling with anticipation, I grabbed it and returned to the basement. I grabbed card #6.

    "Go into closet upstairs and grab the camcorder and tripod. Hook it into the VCR upstairs with the extension cable. The VCR is already loaded with a fresh tape. The rest of the night is going to be too precious, and I don't want to miss it! Set it in the downstairs bedroom and point it at the bed. The tape is set to record for six hours, so it should cover past the point where I arrive home."

    This was hot, but I must admit I was fearful of why she wanted a videotape and of the power over me she would have by possessing it. I knew, however, that I would be in a lot of trouble if I didn't comply. I set up the tripod and camcorder as instructed. Time for card #7

    "Turn on the camcorder, grab the chastity belt, and go sit down on the bed. Follow the chastity belt instructions to put on the belt, but first, introduce yourself to the camera as Mistress' little whore and slut, and make sure the camera gets a good view of the 'SLUT' engraved on your collar. You might want to grab some ice first just in case you are too excited to fit the belt on at first. For the entire time you are putting the belt on, tell the camera about what a bad little whore you are and how you need to be dominated and dressed up like the slut you are, and how you need the chastity belt to control your sluttish behavior. You had better sound sincere. Leave the camera running for the rest of the night."

    This made me truly uncomfortable, yet unmistakably hot all at the same time. I turned the camcorder on. The time on the clock was 10:13; it would record until 4:13am. I grabbed some ice from the freezer and the chastity belt box and approached the camera, stopping just outside of its view. I couldn�t bring myself to actually enter the film. I stood there until the clock said 10:26, and finally coaxed myself into doing it by coming to the realization that I could destroy the tape at any time tonight if I changed my mind.

    I sat down in front of the camera and introduced myself as instructed. "Hi there. I am proud to be my Mistress' little whore and slut. My Mistress owns me and I do anything she tells me to, no matter what, because I need to serve her." I wasn't sure how sincere I sounded, but I didn't know what the remaining cue cards had in store and wasn't sure that I had time to rewind and start again; my wife, or I guess I should now say Mistress, would be home in 3 1/2 hours. I opened the box and pulled out a shiny new Access Denied she-male chastity belt. I turned to the camera again. "I'm a complete whore and need to wear this chastity belt to control my slutty behavior. Once I'm in it, my stuff is completely locked away and I can't abuse myself like I love to do."

    I was examining the belt as I was speaking, starting to get more into it. As I said earlier; at this point I could still turn the camcorder off and destroy the recording, and I knew it. I examined the tube part that my cock would need to go into. It was obvious that the current events were turning me on, as I had a raging hard on. I applied the ice to my member for a good five minutes to make the swelling subside completely, all the while telling the camera what a slut I was and how I liked to be dressed up like a whore and serve my Mistress. As I removed the ice, I grabbed the penis tube and found that my member did indeed now fit into it, albeit somewhat snugly.

    There was a locking ring that went around the base of my balls. This band had wires attached to them, and were actually attached to another flat box that covered most of the inside front shield. I hadn't heard of Access Denied making anything like this, but shrugged and proceeded. It occurred to me that this may be some kind of remote control pain inflicting device my wife could use to punish me, and I actually quite liked the idea. I then grabbed the front shield piece and waistband, and quickly had these pieces in place; the design was actually fairly intuitive.

    All that remained to do was actually lock the locks, which were of the same high-security type on my collar. By this point I was getting pretty enthusiastic about what I was saying. I was already talking about how I needed to be fucked up the ass and how I needed to eat cum because I was such a whore. I also talked about how I needed the chastity belt to ensure that I could only cum every couple of months, and even then only if I had been very good. What the heck - I could still erase or destroy the tape! I hardly hesitated at all as a snapped the locks shut.

    I looked at the clock; it was now 11:10 I got up to get card number 8, saying 'I'll be back in a couple of minutes' to the camera. Card #8 said:

    "You will need to be extremely clean shaven for this part. Go to the downstairs bathroom and give yourself the closest shave you have ever had, but try not to cut yourself. You must also shave off your sideburns"

    I run to the john and followed the instructions, and I managed to not cut myself. When my face was completely smooth, I took a couple of minutes to examine the chastity belt that I was now wearing. It was perfectly tight, and there was no way in hell that I would be able take it off or access my crotch until I was provided with the key. This was way too hot, and I could feel my member starting to try to swell. This actually caused considerable discomfort and I had to sort of bend over at the waist to ease some of the pressure until I was able to walk again. The time was now 11:30. I returned to the dryer for card #9.

    "Go back into the downstairs bedroom and look under the bed. You will find a locking corset under it. Put it on, and do the lacing up as tight as you can. You will need to stand up tall and suck in your gut while pulling the strings to accomplish this. If it is not tight enough to please me, you will be sorry. Do this in front of the camera, and tell the camera why you love your new locking corset."

    I could feel my member starting to stiffen again, so I quickly went to follow the instructions. Sure enough, there was a corset under the bed. I held it up to the camera. "This is my new locking corset. I love it because it will help me to keep my figure and look good when I wear my slut clothing. I love wearing slutty clothing and this corset will help me to look even better." I pulled the corset on and did my best to get it as tight as possible, all the while talking about how I loved to dress up in slutty clothing like the whore I was. When it came time to do the lock at the top, which would stop the lacing from being loosened at all, it took a good five minutes of fumbling before I was actually able to close it. I don't think I could have done it if I wasn't one of those people who can reach any point on their back. When I had it on, I admired the new curves on my body. The only thing missing was a set of boobs; the cups on the corset looked like they could easily hold a set of C's. I shot a look at the clock: 12:00. I went to get card #10.

    "You will find an outfit for you to wear in the closet in the bedroom. Go put it on in front of the camera. Don't forget to keep telling the camera about what a whore you are."

    I returned to the bedroom and looked in the closet. Sure enough, the only things in the closet were a pair of black fishnet stockings, a short black leather skirt, and what would be a tight fitting shiny bright red short-sleeved blouse. Beside all of this were a set of black, 4 inch patent leather pumps, complete with locking ankle straps. Closer examination of the straps revealed that they were braided metal; it would be difficult to cut these off. The last thing in the closet was a wig, deep red in color and maybe slightly below shoulder length. I took all of the stuff to the bed and turned to the camera. "These are the slut clothes that I will be wearing for you. I can hardly wait to put them on!" I was still fully conscious that I could destroy this tape at any time.

    I sat down and pulled up the fishnets first. It was difficult to reach my feet to get them started what with the constraint of the corset, but I managed to do it eventually. I attached the fishnets to the garters that hung from the corset and proceeded with the blouse. It was a perfect fit thanks to the corset, and I reached to pull on the leather skirt. Again, a perfect fit. My wife really did know my sizes!. I worked on the wig next; it had hair clips on the inside to attach to my normal hair, and took a bit of working to get on properly. Fortunately there was a mirror on the old make-up desk we had down there in the bedroom (I had a feeling I'd be using that desk really soon!), so I was able to make sure it covered all of my hair and looked ok without leaving the camera's view. Next came the locking heels. Big surprise; they fit extremely well. I locked them both on and tried to stand. I almost fell over; I hadn't realized how different the balance would be on 4 inch heels!.

    The clock read 12:29. I stumbled off to get card #11. The pile of cards was considerably thinner, it looked like there were maybe only three or four more after this.

    "Take this card with you and go to the makeup desk. Point the camera at the desk so it will be able to catch you and your reflection. In the left hand drawer, you will find everything that you will be putting on�"

    I stumbled back into the bedroom and aimed the camera as instructed, sat down at the desk and continued to read the card.

    "Now follow the following steps. As you complete each one, turn to the camera and remind me of what a slut you are while playing with your nipples for one full minute, then continue with the next step.

    Step 1: Find the foundation and apply to your face as you have seen me do in the mornings in our bathroom"

    I complied as best I could. It was a slow process (I had never done this before!) and I actually don't think I did that bad of a job. I then turned to the camera and began tickling my nipples. I closed my eyes and began telling the camera what a bad little slut I was and how I needed to be disciplined and not be allowed to cum for a long, long time. I did this for what felt like two minutes just to be sure, until my crotch was causing me so much discomfort that I had to stop. I picked up card #11 and continued:

    "Step 2: Find the 'Fuck Me Red' lipstick and blush and put them on as you have seen me do"

    I complied and again actually did a reasonable job - One look in the mirror told me that I could probably pass as a girl. I again turned to the camera and began to play with my nipples, talking about how I needed to me forced to rim my Mistress and how my chastity belt should not come off for a very long time. I again did this for 2 minutes. I was so hot I was in a frenzy of lust but was unable to do anything about it because of the hard stainless steel encasing my poor cock. If I could have masturbated at this point, I would have done it for sure. I calmed down for a minute and saw that the clock now read 12:47. Barely an hour to go! I quickly got back to work.

    "Step 3: Find the eyeliner, mascara, and eye shade, and apply them"

    Again I did a reasonable job. I looked into the mirror and a complete whore was looking back at me. I had never been this excited in my life, and I needed to cum badly, but there was no way that I could get the chastity belt off! I turned to the camera and began telling it how I should hardly ever be allowed to cum, and that when I did I should have to eat every drop, and how my ass should be beaten with a riding crop every day while I licked by Mistress' shoes, all the while rubbing my nipples. Oh God was I ever horny! Even I couldn't believe the things I was saying. It was still in the back of my mind, though, that the tape could be destroyed right then if I chose to.

    "Step 4: Find the silver clip-on, hoop earings. Put them on. They will hurt a little bit until your ears get used to them as the clip will dig in a little bit to hold them in place. Don't worry. You will have lots of time to get used to them. When you are done, tease your nipples one more time and go get card #12"

    I applied the clip-ons and my wife wasn't kidding; they were quite painful as they clipped on. Enough to make me wince, actually, but the pain quickly subsided and I turned to the camera again and began to slowly tease my nipples, talking about how I needed to be treated like the whore I was and how I wished I could be fucked in the ass and mouth right then. When I was finished, I glanced at the clock - 1:19! Only 40 minutes to go! Shit I had better hurry up!. I stumbled off to get card #12. There were still 3 to go after I picked this one up.

    "I know you are probably having some trouble walking in those pumps, slut. Go practice strutting your stuff in front of the camera. Be sure you wiggle your ass lots and walk like the whore you are. Tell the camera how you need to practice this to be a better whore. Do this for 15 minutes"

    Shit - that would leave me only 25 minutes! I quickly hurried to comply. I practiced wiggling my ass like a whore and explained that I needed to do this so I could attract a man because I needed to eat cum, and not just my own, and I also needed cum up my ass. What the fuck - by this time I had already decided I would destroy the tape and face the consequences; but right now that kind of talk was too hot to pass up. When the 15 minutes were up, I must say I was much better at walking in the damned pumps. I ran to get the #13 as quickly as I could.

    "Well slut, if I know you, you're thinking that you can still destroy that tape. You've probably let it all hang out and hammed it up pretty good thinking you can still go upstairs and delete it..."

    I was already beginning to sweat - my heart was pounding! Looked like card #13 was indeed unlucky.

    "The fact is, my pet, that the chastity belt you are wearing contains an added feature; it is quite capable of dealing you an incapacitating amount of pain - it will electrocute your balls if you try to leave the basement to retrieve the tape from the VCR. It has a transmitter which is tuned in to a pet control fence. The fence area is the basement of this house Go ahead and try it if you don't believe me. If you cross a boundary wire of the fence, you will be shocked and it will HURT."

    Now I was downright scared. I never would have done half of that shit in front of a camera if I had known that I wouldn't be able to erase the recording. I had to get that tape! I closed my eyes and forced myself to walk to the staircase. Sure enough, there was a plastic covered wire stapled across the door frame; there was no way I could get through without getting shocked. I would have to bear the pain and get the damned tape! I took one step through the door and felt like I had just been hit in the nuts with a touchdown pass. The sensation was crippling and knocked me off my feet. Then it abruptly stopped after only one second, giving me hope that it had shorted out. One second later, though, it was on again, this time for 2 seconds. I thought my balls were going to explode it hurt so much. It stopped for a second and then came on for 3 seconds. I was coming close to passing out and leapt back through the door as it stopped, presumably about to go for a 4 second stint. I was fucked.

    I went to look at the clock. 1:50. I had tears in my eyes as I went to grab card #14.

    "Now slut, hopefully you have realized that you are trapped. You have no choice but to do as I tell you. I will use that tape to destroy you if I need to. That's up to you. Go into the rec room. You will see that a full set of stocks, arms, legs, and head, have been set up where the ping pong table was. Notice the ping pong table is now in the corner, with a variety of clamps, whips, canes, floggers, and crops on it. There is also a locking O ring gag and inflatable penis gag. Get the camera and point it at these stocks. Then flick on the TV opposite the stocks - you will be watching this once you are secured. Press play on the VCR - there will be five minutes of static, and then a show will start. I want the volume loud. Put it to 6."

    I couldn't believe what my wife was doing to me. I was frightened and thrilled all at the same time. I considered not bringing the camera, but what if my wife really would use the tape to destroy me? We did have our arguments, as all couples do, and maybe I really upset her the last time. Anything was possible in light of what she was now doing to me. I set up everything and pressed play on the VCR. I ran to grab the final card. I pressed play on the VCR. Immediate static noise came up, almost deafening.

    "Play with your nipples and tell the camera that you are a whore and would like nothing better than to be tied up and fucked by two men at once, one in the mouth and one in the ass. Then retreive the O ring gag, the inflatable penis gag, and the blue nipple clamps from the table. Standing in front of the camera by the stocks, put in the O-ring gag. You will not be able to close your mouth once this is in. Lock the gag to your head�"

    I looked at the camera and did as instructed; I had little choice anymore. The tape could ruin me, and besides, I was calming down a little as I was sure my wife would never really use it against me or make me do anything that I really didn't want to do. The gag was very effective once locked in place - I couldn't close my mouth or move the strap up behind my head far enough to take it out.

    "Now put in the inflatable penis gag and pump it up really good. I don't want you to be able to make a sound! Once it is fully pumped, remove the pump and hose - the valve is inside the gag so it wil not deflate..."

    Again I complied, inflating the gag until my jaw felt like it was going to break. I tried to make a sound but could hardly summon a peep. I removed the hose and resumed reading the final card.

    "Now attach the blue nipple clamps to your nipples. They will HURT. Notice that the chain connecting them has a six ounce weight attached to it. This will increase your pain. Remember, YOU wanted this, and now I'm going to have some fun..."

    I couldn't believe how much the clamps hurt - they felt like they must surely be piercing my nipples, but there was no blood so I was certain that they hadn't. The weight pulled my nipples down and made the pain even more unbearable. I fought back tears and read the final instructions from the card.

    "Place your feet in the leg stocks and lock them. Next, place your wrists and neck in the upright stocks and shake them a little bit - the top will come down and lock into place. Enjoy the show, slut!"

    What choice did I have? I couldn't have more than a couple of minutes before she got home, so I reluctantly made myself completely helpless. Almost on cue, a picture appeared on my TV as the top of the upright stocks came down and made me completely trapped. It was my wife sitting in somebody's living room, dressed up in black leather and looking as gorgeous as I had ever seen her. I had no idea that she even owned such clothing. My cock began trying to grow despite the incredible pain on my nipples. Looking into the camera, my wife began to speak.

    "Hello, slut. By now you are quite helpless, and have no choice but to watch this video. I'll bet you look like quite a tart in your red blouse, black miniskirt, fishnets and 4 inch heels. Probably look like a real slut. I have grown tired of your constant pleading for me to be a little more dominant, and have decided that if I am going to be dominant, it will be on my terms, not yours. I know enough of your fantasies to know that I haven't actually made you do anything that you haven't already told me you had longings for. That's going to change, though. I'm going to do what turns me on, and what turns me on may not always be what turns you on.

    You know Jeanette, the girlfriend whose stag I'm at tonight? Well, she's pretty kinky - her husband to be is her slave. She's been teaching me how to enslave a man, and I finally feel that I'm qualified. When I arrive home, Jeanine and her husband will be there with me. Her husband wears a chastity belt just like yours, and he hasn't been allowed to cum for almost 3 months. You can imagine how horny he must be. Don't worry, he's straight. Unfortunately, Jeanette has told him that the next time he cums it will be in another man's mouth. To make it easier for him, Jeannie told him that she'd make sure the man was dressed up like a complete tart for him. Well, after 3 months, he's finally desperate enough to have agreed. 3 long months. I can only imagine how big his load will be. Oooohhh and imagine you all there trussed up and looking like a tart in your fishnets and heels. I hope you're hungry, because if you don't swallow every last drop, I will mail a copy of the videotape to your employer, and to the state bar association. I will ruin you, slut. I'm sick of you always talking about your needs. From now on, we're going to talk about mine. You can bet that you will be eating a lot of cum from now on, and not just your own."

    My wife/Mistress walked out of the screen and returned a moment later, wearing a HUGE strap-on and carrying a mean looking riding crop.

    "Don't worry. We won't let Roger at you immediately. First I'm going to use this crop on your ass for a good half hour, and then Jeanette is going to paddle you for another half hour. When we're done, we're both going to fuck your virgin ass with this big boy (she reached down to stroke the strap-on) until we both cum. It has clitoral stimulation on the inside, so that should only take about a half hour each. Then we're going to put in the locking buttplug that came with that chastity belt you're wearing. You will receive an enema each morning, and that plug will be put in for the day. Yes, your tight little ass will be stuffed every day when you go to work. I guess your cute little ass won't be tight for very long, now will it? After tonight, Roger will be told that he can use your mouth or ass any time he wants to. Jeanette estimates this will be two or three times per week. Think of the lovely videos we will have. Future ones will have you begging to suck him or pleading to be allowed to ride him.

    You can keep your job for now, but once you are established, you will have to quit and find a new job as a woman. You'll look so cute after you get your C-cup implants. You always wanted bigger tits, and now you can have them. As for your chastity belt? Get used to it. You're going to be wearing it for a long time before it comes off. You will earn your each and every one of your orgasms. Once per month you will be put in these stocks as you are right now, you will be fucked up the ass by Jeanette with a strap on while Roger fucks your mouth, and I apply clamps to your nipples and twist them with one hand while teasing your cock with the other. No, not stroke your cock, tease it. I will decide how many seconds of stimulation your cock will receive each time we do this, and if you can cum, great - you will swallow every drop. If not, better luck next month. The seconds of stimulation will be calculated by me. Each month will start at zero, and you get pluses and minuses for behaving or misbehaving. A tip: don't ever hesitate to do anything I tell you to do - that's an automatic minus 5 seconds. If I tell you to go to work dressed like you are right now, you will. Don't worry though, I wouldn't tell you to do that yet.

    This is the only way you will ever cum again. This will happen on the 30th of every month. Oh I forgot! Today is February 6th and February has only 29 days this year! Poor little slut.

    Jeanette, if you didn't know, does body piercing for a living. Your nipples will probably be pierced and sore before this evening is through�"

    My wife/Mistress stopped talking and Jeanette entered the screen, naked. My wife then reached out and pulled her to her and they started making out, touching each other all over. I couldn't believe what I was seeing!

    The screen abruptly went blank as the TV turned off. "Hello slut!". My wife's voice came from behind me as hands lifted up my mini-skirt. I could not turn my head to look at her because it was locked in the stocks. "Have you met Roger?" she asked as the first stinging blow landed from the riding crop�
     
  2. ALLORNOWT
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    oh my god thats gotta hurt! i think we all wish for a strict mistress but .....phew just imagine..........:scared0016::confused0068:
     
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    Mistress Michelle Magical Mistress

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    I found the story quite stimulating Myself...just sayin ;)
    Guess he should have been more carefull what he wished for LOL

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    Mistress Michelle :sex020:
     
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    Great Story. Mistress do you have my card deck ready yet?
     
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    Nyaaahh....

    Sorry, didn't ring my bell at all. Lost me right about where the camcorder thing began. I mean, what type of aspiring attorney would proceed without pause about how such a video might be used?

    And the whole thing about not-being-gay yet immediately going headong into a homosexual act just didn't fly, either.

    This story crossed the line from domination into abuse rather early. I'd better stop now as I suspect I'm wasting keystrokes.
     
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    Hum,,, I don't know about that dorcsssc. The story sure got/has me very hard.. The second half or so is where it really got good. But hey,, maybe that's just me though.. I love the idea behind it myself..

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    I guess the other thing that flattened my interest was that it wasn't sufficiently interacitve. I mean, the whole thing revolves around this rather impersonal deck of cards (& thus the story is really more about a somewhat static fulfilling of his submissive inclinations rather than the dynamic of a woman actually dominating him): there's wasn't a live interaction between the woman, pariticularly with respect to an interim gauging of interest, a dialogue discussing reaction, then a proceeding to a next level, etc., wherein tastes are discussed & explored, wherein the escalation would be much more gradual over a period of many days.
     
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    Mrs Pebdy,
    thannk You so much for that story. You kept my little pee pee straining
    in its chastity the whole story and long after i read it. :rolleyes:
    locked lil ken
     
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    You do realize you are reading an 8 year old post?
     
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    Mrs Pebdy Lovely story almost 10 years old now so perhaps it has some staying power like other stories! I'm thinking about The Bitchy Tease hmmmm! Denial is a powerful emotional incentive especialy for an Alpha male with Beta sex equipment and a Female Lead who chooses to enjoy control of her submissive and enjoy the pleasures of more well equipped males! Hmmmmm
     
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