Chame was SO excited. He had finally scheduled a date to meet. She had her list of requirements and after so many emails, texts, and Skype sessions…she had a good idea of what he wanted. She rubbed her clit as she tried to wake up, her nipples hardening and begging for attention. The alarm snooze sounded and she jumped out of the warm sheets. She did NOT want to be late!

The house was empty and it was peaceful. The sun was trying to break through the clouds, but it was still a dreary western Washington day. With her coffee in hand, she gathered her body scrub, shaving gel, razor, shampoo, perfume…and turned back to grab her only manual dildo…and headed to the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the bathtub and sprayed her legs with warm water. As she leaned to grab the shaving gel, she smiled as one of the first visuals he told her about flashed before her. Straddling a large cock seated on the porcelain throne with him entering her ass at the same time. She felt the warmth spreading through her mid section. She took her time and made sure to get every square centimeter of skin at least twice. The sound of the razor scraping her skin, removing hair and the top layer of skin, turned her on. The after effect of the smooth skin that was so hyper-sensitive could be nothing but erotic! The moisture between her lips steadily increased. When her legs were finished, she stood, and examined the lower half. From her sparkly, freshly pedicured, “Come Fuck Me Red” toenail polish to her thighs was finished.

She turned on the shower and enjoyed the steamy warmth washing over her body. With the lathered shampoo in her hair, she went to work on her armpits, continuing down to her bikini line. He had been specific about her grooming and she followed his instructions with much care to get everything perfect for him. She was very turned on and after examining her handiwork, decided to reward herself. With his guidance and instruction, she had gotten better at self pleasure, but still had leaps and bounds to go! Nevertheless, she grabbed the dildo and lathered it with body scrub. After enjoying it in her pussy, she decided to get warmed up for what was to come. The tip trembled at her asshole just enough to send shivers through her body. With a solid push, just short of a thrust, she took the dildo into her ass. After practicing, she had realized that the second sphincter was the “spoiler” point. If the action was in front of or passed it, game on!! Bent at the waist, she pushed and twisted the cock to get used to the feeling. The trouble she had was being able to enjoy the feeling, think about what to do next, and envision an erotic scene that turned her on all simultaneously while trying to reach orgasm. Way too much work! Not enough skill, coordination, or rhythm. She withdrew the dildo, cleaned it, and rinsed her hair. Upon final rinse, she took the shower head down, found the pulsing stream, and rinsed her clit over and over, shot the stream into her cunt, and ended with it pulsing into her ass.

She dried off, fixed her hair, put on her bra, lingered and slowly put on the stockings while she enjoyed her supple legs, applied her makeup, put on her bedroom slippers, and grabbed the dress. She hoped he’d like it, but figured it wouldn’t be on too long! Purse in hand, To Go Bag in the car, and shoes strapped onto the purse…she headed out the door.

He wanted a specific variety of underwear. She had a fascination with boxers, so she understood and complied. She pulled up to Cascade Mall, unsure where anything was except the movie theater. After finally finding a parking spot, she put on her shoes, grabbed her wallet, checked her makeup and headed to go shopping. This was not something she usually looked forward to, but today…she could feel eyes following her. She swayed when she walked in the heels. They changed how she felt, walked, stood, and acted. Power heels. Killer heels. And they didn’t hurt like other cute shoes. What a score!!

She headed to the info board to find the store he recommended. After locating it, she headed down the corridor. Her heels clicked and she chuckled to herself. Then…the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. It was an odd sensation, not creepy, but not right right. She looked around the shop and saw only women milling about. She knew better, but brushed it off as nothing. After making her way to the undies, a beautiful twenty-something year old attendant asked if she could assist Chame. The feeling was back.

“I’m looking for…” as she fumbled with the shopping list, the attendant brushed against her shoulder to look at the list. Her eyebrows raised and a knowing smirk crossed her faced. Chame realized she was staring at the attendant. The young, Latino mixed attendant was grabbing this and that, turned over her shoulder, and nodded toward the dressing room. Still unsure of the little hairs that stood up, the closeness of this woman, and her knowledge of the list…Chame followed the beautiful gal into a large dressing room.

“Ok, let’s get you undressed to see what these look like,” the attendant said. Chame couldn’t tell if she was flirting or strictly doing her job overly well.

“I’m not wearing and panties, so I don’t think I’m supposed to try them on.” Her hair was mahogany and straight, just below her shoulders. She smelled of peaches and vanilla. Her olive skin was smooth and beautiful, makeup done professionally. Her clavicles were pronounced and the heart shaped shirt hugged her 32C breasts just right.

“That’s ok, I won’t tell anyone,” she winked.

Being oblivious to everything, Chame cocked her head and said, “Are you flirting with me?” The beautiful lynx stepped closer, pushing Chame against the mirror. Her hand cupped the 40DD breasts protruding from the little black dress. Suddenly, her lips were tracing Chame’s neckline.

“Do you think I’m flirting with you now, ma’am?” she hoarsely whispered as her hand reached under the bottom of the dress. “I saw you aiming for our store half way down the corridor and wanted to get my tongue into you then!” Her fingers pushed open Chame’s legs and found her naked, sensitive lips. “May I?”

Unsure if this was ok with him, Chame couldn’t help it, she wanted this woman now and again. “Yes, please,” squeaked out of her mouth as she nodded with enthusiasm. Chame finally understood the erect neck hairs were a direct result of that look. Suddenly three of those lovely long fingers plunged into Chame’s dripping pussy. After exploring her lips, teasing her clit, and dipping in a few more times, Chame felt this unknown goddess’s hands moving her, bending her over the bench, opening her legs.


The sting of her well placed spank hit the pussy lips and where ass meets thigh. “Look at that wet pussy!! Your lover must be excited for this,” she said before kneeling behind, licking from cunt to asshole. There was a finger on Chame’s clit and an unrealistically efficient tongue moving from one hole to the next. Without much thinking, Chame quickly dialed his number.

He answered the phone, unsure why she was breaking the contact order. However, she didn’t answer when he spoke. He listened. He had heard Chame moan enough to know she was close to orgasm. For some reason, knowing he could hear…her wits finally came back to her. “Suck that cunt, baby. Yeah….that’s nice.” He didn’t know if he was livid or turned on, but thought he’d give it a moment to hear what else was happening. “Suck my clit, you little whore.” What the hell was she saying?? And that tone? Not one he’d heard come out of her before. He felt a little quiver in his groin. “Oh yeah, let me fuck that pretty little face.” …the line went dead. Confused and turned on, getting ready for his meeting with her, he wasn’t sure what to do next as he sat with a sock in one hand and the phone in the other. Suddenly his Skype rang. He quickly answered and was greeted with the beautiful perma-tanned face with perfect makeup licking the very erect clit of his little whore-pet! The show was short, but he got to see the cum soak that pretty little face and ruin her makeup!

After her orgasm, Chame pulled her dress back down, held up the panties to the camera, “Will these suffice, Sir?”

He had trouble answering, but managed a short, “Yes. Hurry up. We’re meeting as soon as you can get there.” She ended the call, slipped on the panties, and watched the her.

The pretty little attendant was trying to fix her makeup that would take more than what the dressing room had to offer. Finally giving up, she took the tag that had been on the panties that Chame was now wearing and soaking, and walked her to the cash register. She handed a business card to Chame after the transaction and said, “If you ever need a buddy for a date, I’d be happy to suck him off, too.”

“THEY may be interested, may I take your photo?”

“I’ll send you some after you email me,” she glowed and a little pussy juice was still sparkling on her chin. “Thank you again for shopping with us, and I hope to eat you again soon.” Chame picked up her bag and headed out the door. She refused to look back, but couldn’t wait to see the photos, so started to email the address on the card.

By the time she got to her car, a new email from him…”HURRY UP” and one from her…”Do you like?” The pics were of this gorgeous woman tied, gagged, getting anally fucked and vaginally, DP, going down on both men and women, and many just good body shots in fun poses. She quickly forwarded the email to him, started the car, and got on the freeway northbound to the hotel room that would be her heaven for the next 12 hours!

Chapter 16 – Paul’s Secret Desire

Amy and Paul returned to Chicago greatly refreshed from their trip to Pennsylvania. They spent nearly three weeks with Paul’s family. As had been the case going out, Amy and Paul took their time coming back, spending three days traveling along a different route.

Amy thoroughly enjoyed her time at Paul’s house, in spite of the family’s depressing living situation. She liked his relatives. She was pleased to have put a spark of ambition back into Julie, and to have spent time with Paul’s nephew. She helped Julie and Paul’s mother in the kitchen and learned several recipes. She also spent several mornings outside, making some house repairs with Paul and Julie.

The times she enjoyed the most, however, were daily afternoon trips with Paul to a secluded location in the forest, about 30 minutes from town. A 15-minute hike from the road took them to a stream that had a surprise, a small deserted beach. Paul explained to Amy why this was so special; it was the one secluded place he knew of where it was possible to spread a blanket and not have to worry about ticks.

Having lived in France, Paul was more open about his body than a typical person from the US. He enjoyed being nude outdoors. This was another attitude he brought back from Europe that set him apart from the conservative mentality of his neighbors. Amy had become used to spending large amounts of her time in the nude as well, but up to now the she had only been nude outdoors in front of Suzanne’s camera lens. The time spent with Paul in the forest, relaxing for hours, swimming, sunbathing, eating cheese and drinking wine, gave Amy truly special memories of her short vacation. There were lengthy love-making sessions under the sun and relaxing naps that followed. There were short walks in which Amy and Paul looked and felt like Adam and Eve must have felt, unencumbered with the stress and trappings of civilization. By the time they left for Chicago they were deeply tanned.


Amy took only one class that summer, an easy English requirement. To Amy’s huge relief Burnside went to Europe on sabbatical, so there was a break from being spotlighted in class and from her professor’s red ink.

Amy’s summer was full of other activity. She had promised Suzanne her time for modeling, given the backlog of projects her friend had wanted to work on. Suzanne welcomed Amy back with a notebook containing a list of planned photo-shoots. The photographer was pleased with her roommate’s deep, even tan when she returned from Pennsylvania.

There were hours of studio sessions in front of Suzanne’s camera. At the end of June there was a trip to Nebraska and several days of shooting in a wheat field, with the hot summer wind whipping Amy’s unprotected skin. There even was a photo shoot for a chain of coffee houses, in which Amy and Wendy, dressed in company uniforms, smiled at Suzanne’s camera with their hands operating the company’s espresso machines. Of all the photo shoots, the ad campaign was the toughest. Suzanne had insisted that her models learn how to use the company’s equipment before the shoot, which meant that Amy and Wendy actually had to train as employees and serve real customers. As usual, Suzanne’s insistence on realism paid off; later that year Amy saw herself and her friend on billboards and bus posters all over Chicago, pushing coffee on the city’s consumers.

Finally, there was the editing of the essays for Suzanne’s upcoming book on Wendy and her gambling problems. As Amy re-wrote passages from the essays, her own bitterness about the damage to the relationship between herself and her friend came out in the revisions.

Wendy’s problems were the one thing that spoiled Amy’s summer. Suzanne’s dark, morbid book and its depressing subject matter weighed down on Amy, as did the fact that Wendy now seemed to be able to open up more to Suzanne. Amy was frightened by Wendy’s drawings and failed to see their artistic merit. Wendy’s quiet, sullen behavior made her unpleasant to be around. Whenever Amy tried to talk about something pleasant, Wendy’s dark eyes looked up at her with a hostile expression. Amy realized that the last thing Wendy wanted to hear was how happy she was with Paul.

Amy continued to disburse money to Wendy out of the income from Suzanne’s pictures. Amy wrote all of Wendy’s checks and prepaid her expenses whenever possible. She felt uncomfortable talking to Wendy about her finances. She felt like she was taking care of an irresponsible teenager.

Wendy was both grateful and resentful concerning Amy’s control over her life. She resented having to ask Amy for permission to use her own money, but at the same time realized that for now she had no choice. The conflict within her came out every time she talked to Amy.


Suzanne wanted a male model. Suzanne’s experience allowed her to size up people quickly and figure out how to get their images on film. Suzanne knew that Paul at first would be nervous about having his body documented on film, and went slowly. She worked on Paul by showing him previous work done with other male models. Then she eased him into modeling for her through a joint portrait session with Amy. Amy herself was not aware of what Suzanne ultimately had in mind when she agreed to pose with Paul for a joint portrait together. Suzanne moved from facial shots to standing shots with Paul and Amy fully dressed. Suzanne moved about the studio, as she asked Amy and Paul to start shedding clothing. Before they realized it Amy and Paul were nude. Suzanne ordered Paul to sit down and Amy to sit on his lap. She retook the portraits, then had Amy and Paul pose together for a long series of joint figure shots. Finally Amy stepped to the side, and Suzanne shot a long series of figure studies of Paul by himself. She experimented with the lighting and backdrops. Before either Paul or Amy realized what had happened, Suzanne had shot several rolls of film on Paul alone.

The next step was to develop the pictures and present the better ones to Paul and Amy. Paul was deeply moved seeing himself on film like this. He was hooked.

Later that week Suzanne took Amy and Paul back to her favorite forest location. Once again her ranger fan locked the gate behind Suzanne’s vehicle, this time for two days in a row. Suzanne told the ranger about the progress of her upcoming book with Wendy. She took down his address to send him an advance copy, once the new publication was ready for printing.

Amy and Paul left their clothes in the minivan and walked down the trail holding hands, with Suzanne’s cameras clicking behind them. Suzanne spent the next two days taking roll after roll of film of Paul and Amy together, and of each separately. Amy was more muscular than she had been last year and her skin was darker, so Suzanne was every bit as interested in Amy as she was in Paul. Ultimately these pictures would be included with a series of landscapes into Suzanne’s fourth book, which she planned to call “Eden”.

The following week Paul posed by himself at the studio in the art department. Amy stayed dressed and helped Suzanne with the lighting and equipment. Paul felt a strange excitement, being naked in front of two dressed women and taking orders. Suzanne’s commanding voice thrilled him. Increasingly he felt the excitement of submission.


Paul’s new fascination increased dramatically when Amy told him about Burnside’s Mardi Gras party and her tormenting of Bill. Paul surprised Amy by wanting to hear all the details. While making love to Amy later that night, images of himself in Bill’s situation flashed through Paul’s mind. Amy’s boyfriend was developing a guilty fantasy. He wanted Amy to punish him. He still was thrilled by any opportunity to spank Amy, but he also wanted Amy to spank him as well.

A couple of nights later Paul and Amy were relaxing on Amy’s bed. They were undressed, but had not had sex yet. Paul was on his stomach, inadvertently lying on a couple of Amy’s textbooks, his bare bottom close to her. Amy wanted to pick up the books and put them away. She reached over and tugged at one of the books.

“Paul, move please, so I can get these off the bed.”

Suddenly Paul decided to stay put and see what Amy would do.

“Paul, please move.”

Amy tugged at the book and became irritable.

“Paul, move!”

Suddenly Amy slapped Paul hard on the bottom. He stayed put. Amy slapped him hard again, three more times.

“Paul, if you don’t move, you’re gonna get it!” He looked at her in anticipation. Suddenly Amy realized that “getting it” was precisely what Paul wanted. A thrill of excitement ran through her. She got up and pulled a thick belt out of her closet. She doubled it and swatted it through the air. Amy tried to speak with a forced tone of seriousness. The cracking in her voice however, as well as her expression, betrayed her excitement.

“OK, Paul, since you want to be that way, let’s see what it takes to get you off my textbooks.”

Paul, for the first time, felt the thrill of waiting for an erotic punishment. He knew that Amy was strong, having worked out with her over the last five months. This was going to hurt. Yet it was Paul himself who would determine when the punishment would end; all he had to do was roll off Amy’s books. He was determined to stay on the books as long as he could stand it.

Amy rubbed her hand over his bottom. She studied the reddish handprints left by her slaps. She teasingly ran her hand between his bottom cheeks and on his thighs. He had a furious erection and shifted uncomfortably. Amy slipped her hand under him, grabbed his penis, and pushed him up slightly. His bottom was now well exposed for Amy’s belt.

“Paul, I want you to stay like this until you decide you need to respect my books.”

Again Amy ran her hand over Paul’s bottom and between his bottom cheeks, now that Paul was raised up and his legs slightly spread. Gently she touched the backs of his balls. Paul now was lifted up enough that Amy easily could have pulled her books out from under him. However, the books were no longer the issue.

Paul was nervous and excited at the same time. His bottom tingled in anticipation at the soft touches of Amy’s hand. She was tormenting him and he loved it. She began gently rubbing the belt on his unprotected bottom.

Suddenly she stepped back, measured her distance, and delivered a cruel swat to both of Paul’s bottom cheeks. CRACK! Paul jerked from the pain but quickly positioned himself for the second swat of Amy’s belt. CRACK! Amy hit Paul hard across the right bottom cheek. She moved to the other side of the bed. CRACK! CRACK! Amy laid two more swats on Paul’s left bottom cheek. She moved back around and, full force, laid into Paul with three vicious swats across both bottom cheeks. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Paul gasped. The swats hurt more than he had anticipated. However, the intensity of this experience, and the feeling of submission and vulnerability, totally aroused him. He was so hard he could barely stand it. He desperately wanted to jump up and take Amy. However, he resisted that temptation. He wanted this experience to be even more intense.

Amy was totally aroused. She could feel the wetness building between her legs. She studied the pink stripes and ran her hand over Paul’s bottom. She noticed his furious erection and desperately wanted to squeeze it to torment him. Amy knew better, however. There was a very good chance, if she squeezed him now, that he would come on the bed and spoil everything.

Suddenly Amy remembered Suzanne’s paddle. She wanted to try that as well.

“Paul, are you ready to respect my books?” He looked up, his eyes wild with excitement. He shook his head.

“Then I’ll have to teach you. Stay where you are.” Paul watched Amy with surprise as she left the room. He was even more surprised when he came back with a paddle in her hand.

POP! Amy laid a sharp swat on Paul’s right bottom cheek with the paddle. The sting contrasted with the belt swats, but laid on top of them, made them much more painful. Amy decided that she would give Paul 10 swats of the paddle, then start up again with the belt. She decided to hit him on alternate cheeks to concentrate the force of the swats. Lovingly she caressed Paul’s bottom. Paul sighed nervously.

POP!…POP! Amy swatted hard. Paul shifted back and forth slightly and sighed. POP!…POP!…POP!…POP! Paul grunted, from a combination of pain and pleasure. Amy paused to look at the deepening pink color on his bottom. Where she had laid the belt marks were a dark pink, punctuating the light pink circles formed by the paddle marks. She lightly tapped his right bottom cheek and delivered another pair of hard swats to Paul’s right side. POP!…POP! Amy shifted position to lay matching swats on Paul’s left bottom cheek. POP!…POP! Paul’s voice broke with a gasp. Amy could tell the sound was a combination of agony and arousal. She knew, because she had made noises like that plenty of times herself.

Amy picked up the belt again. She was determined to force Paul to get off her books. Paul was every bit as determined to stay over Amy’s books as long as he could.

Amy gently caressed Paul’s deep pink bottom cheeks. Again she teased him by gently stroking the backs of his testicles with her finger tips. She noticed that he was sweating and shaking slightly.

“Paul, you haven’t had your birthday spanking for this year,” Amy began sweetly as she gently caressed his bottom. “That’s 19 swats with the belt. I need you to lift up a bit and spread your knees some more.”

Paul became nervous, not sure if he could take 19 swats of the belt over the paddle swats. He complied, stretching himself for Amy. Amy pressed her hand in the middle of his back to force Paul to turn his bottom up even more. Feeling the cool air against his bottom hole and between his legs made Paul all too aware of his vulnerability.

CRACK! Amy laid the first swat at the base of Paul’s right bottom cheek. Paul gasped. CRACK! Another swat, slightly overlapping the first, changed the color at the base of Paul’s bottom from deep pink to reddish pink. CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!… Amy worked her way up Paul’s right bottom cheek with full-force swats, darkening the color. Paul gasped and his breathing became irregular. Amy peeked between his legs. He was harder than ever.

The sight of her love on his elbows and knees, with his eyes closed and gasping from the swats, his marked bottom and furious erection, drove Amy wild with excitement. She changed sides. Viciously she attacked his left bottom cheek with the belt. CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!… His voice broke with the last three swats.

Full force, Amy laid the final five swats across both bottom cheeks. CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!… Paul’s voice broke with each swat. He was covered in sweat. Amy could not stand the anticipation any more. She was so aroused that her voice cracked.

“Paul, get up! I don’t give a shit about the books! Take me!”

Paul stood up, but pressed Amy backwards over the bed. The smell of her arousal hit him. Suddenly he wanted to taste her. He buried her face between her legs. The sensation of his kisses made her climax.

“Paul!…Oh Paul!”

Paul stood up. He was totally aroused. He wiped his mouth with his forearm and got on top of Amy. He kissed her. The smell of her sex still was on his face, but she didn’t care. She grabbed his swollen bottom and squeezed hard. He entered her and climaxed immediately. Amy climaxed again. Paul heard her familiar squeaks as he continued thrusting. He still was totally aroused and stayed hard. He continued thrusting and finally got what he wanted, a second orgasm. Amy and Paul were drenched in sweat and smelled of each other’s sex.

They finally calmed down and separated. They managed to get their breath back. Paul sat up against Amy’s pillows and Amy cuddled in his arms. She fell asleep with his arm around her.

Paul stayed awake for a while, contemplating Amy’s textbooks, which had fallen on the floor. His bottom, withstanding not only his weight, but also part of Amy’s, throbbed. He would not be able to get to sleep until he could get out of a sitting position and relieve the pressure on his welts, but he did not want to disturb Amy.

Paul was shocked about this discovery he had made about himself. Tonight he had been aroused in a way he had never could have imagined before. Under any other circumstances he would have been totally embarrassed about letting a girlfriend know about this sexual desire, one that he himself was unaware of before he modeled for Suzanne. However, he also knew that Amy had been as excited by spanking him as he had been receiving her swats. He could share his soul with her and his secret desires.

Paul and Amy were excited by the same things. They enjoyed the same type of foreplay. Paul realized how lucky he was to have Amy in his life. He had found his soul-mate.

There have been some comments that the story so far has been to vanilla. What they don’t understand is, THIS IS NOT JUST A STORY! This series is true life, and I am telling it as it happened. Maybe in fiction, things go from date to a cuckold relationship in one chapter, but what happened to me took several months to come about.

If you have been following the story, you know that Holly started out as a sub. She had never been the dominant partner before, but was somewhat interested. Since I was a switch, but preferred being the sub most of the time, she had even more interest in learning to be a top.

Once she started topping me, two things caused her interest in being dominant to grow. First was the fun she was having doing it. She loved the feeling of power she experienced when topping me. Second, was seeing the intense pleasure I was getting from it! We were definitely falling in love and she loved pleasing me, and nothing pleased me more than seeing that look in her eyes, she always got while topping me!

Unfortunately, my job transferred me to another state about 4 hours away from Holly. This meant we could only see each other about once every 4-6 weeks. however this actually resulted in her transition to becoming more dominant also. You see, the distance, meant that we talked a lot more on the phone. Many of these conversations involved me telling her about stories I read, videos I saw, or some of my own personal ideas and fantasies. About 90% of these were about female dommes and male subs.

She was getting a lot of fodder to the dominant side of her mind. In addition to this, she got an opportunity to attend a seminar on Domination by the famous Author and sex counselor Nina Hartley! Listening to Nina was like adding Miracle Grow to Holly’s dominant interest. She started doing her own research on the subject and soon found she was enjoying her Domme side even more than she once enjoyed her sub side. It was decided that when she was in a vanilla or sub mood, we would refer to her as Holly, but when in Domme mood we referred to her as Mistress Holly!

It was during one of our phone calls that the ideas of cuckolding was first discussed. I got slightly injured at work and had to take a couple of weeks off. Although I had free time, I was unable to travel back to see Holly. I ended up spending several hours of that time on the computer. I spent a lot of time on Literotica and some on hot videos of all sorts of Femdom. With no chance of seeing Holly, and all the computer time, I was getting extremely horny!

When her and I got a chance to talk I couldn’t help but tell her all the hot things I had been seeing and reading. She enjoyed hearing me talk about the things that turned me on, so I didn’t hold back! I was unusually horny and therefor some of the things I shared with her were quite extreme for the both of us.

I told her about a story of a Domme with two subs. she made both of them strip and had a cock size comparison. The Mistress not only humiliated the slave with the smaller cock, but made him stroke and suck the sub who was better endowed.

Now I am not gay, bi, or even bi curious, but the idea of a Mistress forcing her sub to do such a thing was very hot to me. I love humiliation and the feeling of a Mistress taking extreme control over me. On the same day I saw a video that made it even worse!

The video started showing the top half of a naked couple kissing passionately. The woman had that look of extreme pleasure I had learned to adore. As the camera scrolled down over her ample breasts and further, I saw what was causing her extreme pleasure. When the view got down to her waist, something else started appearing in the scene! As the woman was passionately kissing her boyfriend, her hand was on the back of her husband’s head gripping his hair tightly and forcing him to suck her boyfriend’s cock!

Even though I have no interest in guys, seeing that video after reading that story, I was extremely turned on! It wasn’t the idea of the bi action but the humiliation and extreme control the Mistress was holding over her husband! After telling Holly about this she shocked me. She aked me, “Does this mean you want to become Mistress Holly’s cuck?” Well, the answer to that depended on which part of my body one would choose to believe! Not ever doing anything like that, my head said “No way!” My cock, however, got hard instantly! All I could picture in my mind was the look of intense pleasure on the face of Mistress Holly as she watched me suck a cock, knowing I was not doing it for me, or the guy, but for her! I can’t tell you how many times since then I imagined Mistress Holly humiliating me for my small penis and forcing me to stroke a guy who was better endowed and even making me suck his cock.

We never really discussed that idea after that, so I figured it was just one of those moments when we were both horny and thinking about things far more extreme than either one of us really were interested in.

A couple of months later, it was my birthday, and Holly wanted to do something special for me. although we still talked of times when I topped her and times when she would top me, she wanted to have a special session for my birthday. She planned it far better than anything I could have imagined. I was watching tv when she excused herself to the bathroom. When she came out, my eyeballs almost popped out! She was wearing a very sexy corset, garters, stockings and stiletto heels!

She looked at me and said, “Why are you still dressed?” I stammered and said, “I didn’t know you expected me to be naked.” She said, “Well I do, so get naked now!” I didn’t waste any time obeying her command! She told me to follow her, where unknown to me, she has put some “over the door” restraints over the door going into the bedroom. She told me to stand against the door facing it.

She attached my wrist to the cuffs above my head on each side of my head. She blindfolded me and proceeded to flog me working her way from my shoulders down to my ass. After several minutes of this, she turned me around and used the flogger on my chest, cock, and balls. It was very intense. I could barely stand the pain as she brought the flogger up from her side into my hanging balls. I kept hoping she’d stop, but as soon as she did, I wanted it again!

After the flogging she open a package of sixteen hair clamps. They were spring loaded and the teeth would fold together overlapping each other when the clamp was closed. She attached one to each nipple and the other fourteen to my cock and balls! The clamps were tight enough to cause some pain, but not too much. She left them on for about 45 minutes while she tortured my nipples, cock, and balls. When she finally took them off it hurt far worse than when she put them on!

Next, she let me down and told me to get on the bed face down with my ass up in the air. After some more CBT, I felt her put some cool jelly on my butt hole! What? Why was she doing this? She had never touched me there before! Sure enough, before I knew it she was shoving her strap-on into my ass! Between the shock, the intense pleasurable feeling in my ass, and the feeling of her taking so much control, I was higher than a kite! I felt like I had several drinks even though I had none! After doing me for several minutes until we were both wore out, she stopped.

It wasn’t until then That I got to see her face. She looked like she had just gotten the best screwing of her life! There was a special look of contentment on her face. It was obvious she had really enjoyed herself! We rested the rest of the evening and discussed what had happened. It was MUTUAL! She and I both had extremely enjoyed her topping me. Little did I know that that would be the last time she would top me before bringing others into our playtime. She had enjoyed topping me so much, she decided it was time to take our lifestyle relationship to the next level! stay tuned….

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