Just the Tip!

Today my client needed to be devoid of control and choice, instead placing his body, his mind and his will in my hands. That’s what I’m here for, to take control so you don’t have to even think. So that we can have fun and only I know what will happen next…

I started his medical exam with a sweet smile, inquiring his reason for coming into the office today. “My prostate,” he said, “it seems to be flaring up. I need that checked out…please.” “Of course,” I reply, “I will take very good care of you today.” I checked his weight and  height first, starting out nice and easy. I felt his thyroid and his neck for lumps, looked in his ears to make sure they looked clean, and pulled his tongue out of his mouth so I could check his tongue and throat. Next, I took my stethoscope and placed the hard, cold metal on the left side of his chest and listened…Then the right side… I forcibly pushed  his legs apart so I could step between them and, touching my body against his, placed the metal on his back. “Cough.” He coughed as I listened and then placed the cold metal against the other side of his back and ordered him to cough again. I ordered him to stand, sweetly yet firmly, and grabbed his scrotum. “Cough once more,” I told him. He obliged. I then made sure that the nerves in his nipples were working well, tweaking and pulling them lightly. “Now, lie down on the table.” After he laid down I pulled his arms up and over his head and cuffed him. I dragged my nails down his chest, just enough so he could feel them scraping him.

“Now, lets check all your nerve function.” I pulled out my Wartenberg wheel, my favorite medical tool, and ran it down the insides of his arms, his neck, his chest and nipples, and the inside of his legs. He shuddered and closed his eyes after testing his bonds, but he was all mine and he knew it. Next it was time to start checking his prostate. Thoroughly.

I pulled out a nitrile glove and lubed up my first two fingers. I lubed up his asshole and then slowly pushed my first finger in. It slid in easily and quickly, and as I palpated his prostate I finger-fucked his nice little ass. It wasn’t long before I graduated to two fingers, and then three. My goodness, I just was slipping right in! My fingers just weren’t able to palpate him to the extent I wanted, so I took out my strap-on and put it on with a nice sized cock. After putting a condom on it I jumped on top of him with my cock near his mouth and looked down at him. “Lick my cock and give me a good blowjob.” He jumped right in and paid good attention to my dick, getting it nice and lubed up for anal play. After forcing him to deep throat me for a little bit, I got back off and lubed up. I ordered him to scoot his ass all the way to the edge of the table and penetrated him slowly as he gasped. I pushed in and out in small increments so that his not-so-tight asshole could get used to me, because I was planning on fisting him after he was nice and warmed up. After fucking his ass until I knew he was ready for more I untied the cuffs from the exam table and ordered him to lie on his back on the main table. I re-cuffed him to the table and continued to get his ass ready for my fist using a larger dildo with more lube. Soon, it was time.

I took out a nice long green glove and lubed it up until it was almost dripping. I slowly inserted first one, two, three and four fingers. He was ready. I pushed in my hand as far as I could without forcing my knuckles in so that I could make sure he was good and lubed.  On the next insert I squeezed my hand all the way in past his sphincter as he made a little face of pain. It was so cute coming from my sex slave! I pushed my hand in again, making a fist inside him and pulling it out. Over and over, each time he had a little grimace. And yet I knew he was enjoying himself! Finally, he asked me to stop inside him and asked for permission to finish himself off. I was feeling benevolent so I let him cum with my fist up his ass. He shuddered once more as I drew back out, and I knew he would be remembering me for a good, long time.

Filthy Feet

As I continue to gain confidence in myself, my sexuality, my ability to control and be in command of others I notice being freer in all aspects of my life. Even parts of life that seem completely unrelated, like cooking! I can do anything powerfully, and that’s why.

Today my client had a filthy feet fetish. I walked around in an underground garage for 10 minutes prior to our play session until the bottoms of my feet were so disgusting and black, I knew they were just right. After I was done dirtying up, I tied plastic bags onto my feet so that I would not get anything dirty, and so that my feet would start getting nice and sweaty. Really sealing in the flavor!

When I walked into the room he was already on his knees, naked, and submissive to me. After asking if he had any other interests, yeses or nos, I told him he had to be punished. He had not done things in the way that he should have, and so he would be punished to clean my feet with his tongue. He bowed his head and said, Yes, Milady.

I instructed him to hold my feet, as it was not my duty to keep my own feet up for him to lick, and told him to start cleaning at the toes. The first lick did two things to him, which I noticed with great pleasure. His face contorted a tiny bit at the horrendous taste he just had, and his dick got hard. I told him how I wanted him to clean my feet, using his tongue, paying attention to sucking my dirty toes, give attention to the arch, really lick the ball of my foot…He devoured the dirt and oil off of my feet with gusto as he stayed submissively on his knees in front of me. I asked him, on a scale of 1 to 10, how clean are my feet? 6, Milady. That is not good enough, you need to get them to a 1, where I could walk on a white carpet and not think about dirtying it. Yes, Milady, I am sorry, and grateful to you.

I played with his nipple piercings with my left foot as he licked clean my right foot. His dick vibrated. I told him it was time to start on the left foot, and to lay down so I could lay my foot on his face like a footstool and he could clean it like that. Yes, Milady, thank you. He laid down on his back and I put my foot on his face. He licked my toes, struggling to clean my foot while I ordered him to massage my calves. He struggled with concentrating on two things, and I watched him sweat as he tried. But I knew what he really wanted, and that was to be my personal foot stool and washer because he deserved that punishment.

After he had gotten both of my feet to a 2/10 filth, I decided I wanted to be benevolent. You have 30 seconds to release yourself while you lick my feet. But as I counted down, he focused more on the dirty foot in his mouth than on himself. Oh yes, I see now. He licked the arch of my right foot and then took my four small toes in his mouth. And just sat there. Licking them, his cock vibrating with joy. I told him, take my big toe in your mouth too. There’s room. And there was, and as he sat on his knees in front of me with 1/3 of my foot in his mouth I could feel the satisfaction and pleasure pouring off of him. It was intoxicating. After the session’s time allowance was up I extracted my foot from his mouth and told him he had almost finished his punishment, but because my feet were still not completely clean he would have to be punished again in the future. He nodded and said, Yes, Milady.

Contortionist BDSM?

I had a client the other day who was sadly NOT a contortionist. But we tried our best to turn his body into a pretzel for our play and my use. It all started with him being dressed to the nines, no not a tux, but BDSM nines. Collared and cuffed, with nipple clamps and a cock-straight jacket, he was just a pretty little present all wrapped up for me! He had to start worshipping me as soon as possible so I told him to get down on the floor and start worshipping my feet and legs. Oh yes, Milady, he says. Quickly he got comfortable on the floor (where he belonged) and held my left foot with reverence. He gently took off my stiletto and started massaging my foot, and showering it with butterfly kisses. I have lovely, perfectly formed feet, and it was his pleasure getting to embrace, caress and massage them. I then told him to suck on my toes, lick the arch, don’t forget the heel…and as a well trained submissive he followed orders and grew hard during the process. I had the freedom to caress my calves, thighs, and between my legs as he continued his worship. Sensual and dominating, it was only going to get better from here…

Next, I softly but firmly ordered him up and to lay on his back on the bondage table. I cuffed his hands over his head, and his legs tied spread eagled to the table. It was time to test his nerve function… I jumped on top of him, sitting on him while I started to caress his head with one hand, and play with his clamped nipples with the other. He moaned with pleasure as my own rose as well, pulling the chain that linked his two nipples together. First one side, then the other, slowly pulling back further, and slowly releasing. Every move I made had a purpose, and every purpose was met. I next pulled out the Wartenberg wheel and flicked the wheel in front of his eyes. I let him watch as it slowly came to a rolling stop before I started application over his skin. I drew it down over the insides of his arms, down his belly, and around his nipples as I continued playing with his chained ta-tas. I rolled in agonizingly slowly over his flesh, and got off him in order to test the nerve functions around his scrotum, his erect cock, his inner thighs.. He moaned and shuddered as I continued on every square inch of flesh that was visible. His skin started getting little dimples left behind as I pressed just a bit harder. The delight mounted as the pain grew, and I knew it was time to check his ass to see just what sort of strap-on I should use…

I uncuffed and untied him, and ordered him to stand on the floor with his back arched. I retrieved a latex glove, lubed it up in front of his face so he could see just what was going to happen next. I pushed him down with my left hand and felt my way into his anus with my right. One finger, two finger, almost three but not quite. Okay, I know what I’m working with now. I played with his ass for a little bit with my hand, going in and out, fondling his prostate, and making him moan. I told him to not move while I got the strap-on ready. Put the condom on with your mouth, I told him. He did, and I pushed his head down over my cock. I need you to get it nice and wet so I can fuck you, I told him. He devoured my cock as much as he could, and always looked voracious for more. If he could have a surgery that would allow him to take more, I bet he would get it once you saw the hunger in his eyes. I sat on the table playing with his nipples and shoving his head down on my cock over and over…then slowly I pulled him off. Lick the tip, I said, don’t forget to caress it with your tongue and lips. You want to make me happy, don’t you? That made him suck my cock even harder til I yanked him off and ordered him to the floor.

You said you were flexible, I said. I want you to show me. We bent him over so that his ass was facing up into the air and he could see me through his legs which I tied to the table. He became a letter C, making it perfect for him to see how much I enjoyed fucking him in the ass while he watched me. It was a delicious site, seeing his facial expressions as he watched me pound him over and over, my face matching my body in controlling delight. I pulled out slowly, watching the sadness on his face as I started to withdraw my cock. That didn’t last long until I plunged my lubed cock back in. I swirled my hips and stimulated him from all angles while he was stuck in his position, partially bondage, partially because the idea of moving to a more comfortable position would have been torture for him. He enjoyed watching me so much that it was one of the most pleasurable sessions I have had yet. But there is always more to cum…

My First Repeat Client

I know that I’m amazing. Of course, if we all knew how amazing we were, life would be so much more fun! Today was my first repeat customer, just for me, because I entranced the man so much. There have been lots of calls for me in Heaven, but timing has just not worked out. He is an easy client because he knows what he wants and likes and doesn’t change his mind or try to spin anyone for a loop. It was a nice little 30 minute session of roleplay, catching the poor handyman with his pants down and in my panties! He was supposed to be working, and I was not supposed to be back at the house so early, but circumstances change.

Don’t Mess with Me, Teddy

I got him red…handed…in my favorite garter belt, stockings and panties. There was no way I was just going to let this pass, so I had to show him who was boss and let him experience for himself what it’s like to get caught wearing my lingerie. I played with his nipples, teasing him relentlessly as he wanted to touch himself. Oh no, this is MY home and you will do what I say! I found a glove from the bathroom from when I color my hair and picked up the lube from beside the bed. I put on the glove and lubed on my fingers right in front of him. This is what you get for sneaking into my bedroom and touching yourself in my panties. And I pushed him down and inserted my first finger into his ass. He moaned with pleasure as I played with his prostate. But it didn’t seem like it was enough punishment…so I inserted a second finger. There we go, that’s nice and tight. I fingered his ass while playing with the nipple I could reach. I told him he could touch himself now, and oh boy did he.

Then I had another bright idea. So I brought out my own dildo that I had never before used on someone else… I put on a condom, lubed it up in front of his face threateningly, pulled down his panties (well I’m sure not going to take them back now!) and pushed it in. While he moaned with pleasure I slowly stroked it in his ass all the way until it was as deep as it could go. Then, I pulled his panties down over the base so it would be stuck inside him. I would have loved to tie him down a little but as a bored and lonely housewife I had nothing of the sort handy. I didn’t have much more time before I knew someone else would be home, so I pushed him towards the mirror and ordered him to play with himself while I played with a nipple and pushing the dildo even further into him, back and forth. He couldn’t stand it and said he needed to cum. So I pulled out a towel and placed it on my clean, white bed, shoved him towards it and said, Don’t you dare get anything of mine messy. He moaned and came on the towel, and I warned him this would happen the next time if he tried to pull that stunt again. He smiled at me and said, Ok. I have been warned.

Stranger in a Strange Land

Let’s get down to some of the nitty gritty that is me. I hope you have been enjoying so far my chronicles of becoming a pro domme, but there’s a time and place for those lovable stories. What I want to do now is be completely me. As weird as I am!

Happy Buttday!

I have always been a bit of an outcast, from bygone days when I was going and didn’t talk to anyone, quite literally, to the present where my greeting to a stranger  is a butt-grab. Grabbing someone’s ass allows me to filter out the people who are too stuck up and conservative to have fun. The more offended you are, the less likely I will waste my time on you again. Of course, it has its drawbacks as I’m sure you can imagine, but it is the fastest way to know what a person is like that I have found. And I rather love the various shocked and enticed reactions I receive.

When I was younger, everyone assumed by what I said and how I acted that I was ferocious in bed and a nymphomaniac. I never dissuaded them from their ideas, but I also never let on to the truth: I was very shy in the bedroom, and in fact hadn’t had sex yet at that time. For one, sex is a bit sacred to me because if you ain’t worth it, you don’t get None of This! You don’t get perfection for nothing. It also requires trust because when I am doing the naughty, or the nice, I am all out so I expect my partner(s) to be all out too. They have to be enjoying every minute and doing whatever floats their boat. Its no fun to have a good sex romp if someone is too timid to actually do anything!

So this is just a tiny window into my brain. I am outspoken, independent, brash and abrasive, loving and sensual, and I am me. I don’t follow the crowd. I am a black sheep and I like it that way because then I have the freedom to do what I want without that silly judgment thing everyone is so worked up about! You don’t like what I do or how I act? Then don’t look and don’t talk to me. Easy-peasy. This is my life and I’m going to live it the way I see fit, not the way you think I should. Cheers!

Sexuality Expanded

Playing with the clients in Heaven, trying out and being a part of such a varied number of sexual interests, has expanded my horizons…or Her-izons perhaps…immensely. I feel powerful and strong, sexual and sensual and confident above all else in my abilities to be myself and enchant others. I have always been very outwardly sexual, and often confused people when they found out the truth. The truth is I think a lot, and fantastized a lot but was always a little shy or nervous about being judged by others. Not so much myself, but what I might want to try.

I get off a lot on my partner being into whatever is going on. If I feel or think that they are just going through the motions to make me happy but are not sincerely interested in the act, it kills it for me. You better fucking like getting tied up/tying me up if we are going to have some fun. Otherwise, my interest wanes and I become distant and almost asexual. I have no interest in going through the motions… I want to feel the experiences, embrace them fully with mind, body and soul.

Since having so much play of a sexual nature, I am more trusting as well. Being nervous and shy? They stemmed a lot from not trusting others or not trusting myself, and I am very much more sensual through and through in public and private. Trust is such an important aspect of a relationship, even if it is the relationship of a one night stand. “Normal straight sex” is okay with or without trust, but the more interesting and fun things, such as anal, oral, using toys, bondage, etc. are very dull for me without mutual trust. Of course not everyone is going to have the same interests. That’s a given in life, what with the billions of people or are molded by the hundreds if not thousands of cultures, social structures and governments.

I continuously discover things about myself and my sexuality. I am embracing more the things that I enjoyed but may have been nervous to bring up in conversation or try. And truthfully, it is some awesome fucking! The point is, enjoy your body and feed it what it wants. As long as you are not hurting someone (unless they like it 😉 ) or ruining your own future, give it a try. Be free and confident in your self. In the words of the great Van Wilder, “You shouldn’t take life too seriously. You’ll never get out of it alive.”

 

Enemas Galore!

Perfection with straps.

Work as a pro-domme, which includes FUN as such, is picking up speed as I become more known, continue to learn, and prove myself. With me, you are entering the domain of a beautiful lady who is in complete control of the situation. There are different levels of course, where I might allow you to pleasure of niceties and smiles, or a taskmistress with nothing but a gleam in her eyes.

Today I played with a client who has an obsession with nipples. Both his own, and mine. After smiling so sweetly, belying the strength and power inside, and inquiring as to his interests, I decided the best course of action was to jump in with nipple play. I took him by the throat, continuing to smile but with the danger in my eyes showing, and stared into his eyes as I pushed  him against the wall. I handcuffed him to the wall facing me, and then confusion passed through his face. “I thought this was to be an enema session,” he quietly said. I replied that I was just getting us warmed up. I played, caressed, tweaked and pulled his nipples and pressed up against his body as he desperately wished to touch himself. I pressed up against him, and whispered naughty nipple nothings in his ear. He couldn’t help but shudder.

It was time to start his treatment. I ordered him onto the table and told him to get on all fours so I could check how loose he was. I gloved and lubed up my hand and pushed my finger in past his sphincter until I was stroking his prostate. He shuddered again and reached to touch himself. Not Yet, I said. He obliged as I prepared the enema bag after picking the best nozzle for him. A nice little cock nozzle to shove up his ass and fill him up with caught my eye. I filled the bag up with perfectly warm water all the way to the top. The first bag he took so quickly I was actually amazed. I didn’t have much experience with enemas, but when a general timeframe is 10 minutes to give, and the actual was more like 5…well that is pretty amazing. I rubbed his nipples while he was getting filled up, and allowed him to stroke himself to completion. It was quick into the session, but he assured me that it would not be the first. I turned off the nozzle when it was all in him, and he held the water as I rubbed his stomach and a nipple. Ahh, he sighed, so relaxed and peaceful. After a few minutes he had to release the water, and did so also quicker than expected. He was rude, however, in not using the provided air freshener after using the bathroom. And it really needed it. After telling him such, and he promising that next time he would be better, I filled up the bag a second time and pushed the nozzle back into him for round 2.

This time I rubbed his thigh, as he lay down in Sims’ position, and his hair. He sighed again, and asked if he could reach behind me to lay a hand on my beautiful round posterior. I obliged and enjoyed the sensations as he gingerly placed his hand on me. The second bag disappeared quickly as the first, and we rinsed and repeated for round 3. Third one’s the charm! After, again, downing the water so quickly that it was mind boggling, he held the water as I let him touch himself more while I played with his nipples. I tugged them for a bit and then took a nice little nipple nibble. He moaned loudly at that, both the sight and the feeling overwhelming him. Finally, he had to release the water once more.

When he was finished, it was time for toys! “Get on the table, all fours, at the head of the table.” I selected a perfectly sized dildo and put on my strap-on harness. After condoming, attaching, and lubing up, it was time to enter him from behind. I got on the table behind him and put just the tip in, rubbed it around a little to get the lube and his excitement all-encompassing, and then pulled him back on it. “I want you to fuck my cock,” I told him, and let him show me how he liked it. He liked it. A lot. After seeing the speed, angles and movement he liked, I gripped his hips and started pumping my cock into his ass. “You like me fucking you in the ass, don’t you?” “Yes, Milady, yes,” Mooooan. I allowed him to touch himself, and as I played with one nipple, gripping his hip with my other hand. “You have until the count of ten to come, and if you don’t, that’s on you.” I counted to ten slowly, giving him time, and as I petted his nipple another couple strokes, and took another couple of strokes from behind I reached the count of ten. He whined for more, but I had already given him the rules. Next time, maybe he will learn to listen.

 

Giving My First Enema Solo

Today was a special day, getting called in to enable a man to have some real life dream time: receiving an enema from a skillful young beauty. He needed to be in the hands of someone who knew what they were doing, and whose personality and looks so enchanted that he noticed little of what was going on otherwise. After entering the room, I smiled and asked how he was. Better now, he replies. I completely understand, I say back, and I’m not surprised. I ask him what sort of nozzle he likes, as everyone of course has their own preference. He points to one of the simpler tubes and exclaims “That one.” I inquire politely about him as I proceed to get ready, readying the bag full of perfectly warm water and attaching the nozzle for him. Don’t forget to get a towel! “Please, get on the table in your most comfortable position,” I say. He obliges with anticipation and makes sure that he is facing me.

I attach the bag to its stand, glove up, and continue to lube my fingers and the nozzle for a perfect entering experience. He lifts his legs for me so that I have easy access and I slide in the nozzle, about 4 or 5 inches. Ahhh, he says, as I start the bag emptying. I un-glove, and rub his belly, his nipples, his inner thighs. He gets more and more excited, and tries to calm down by asking how I am, what I do for fun, and how I like my work. I answer his questions and tell him how wonderful things are and how much I love getting to take care of the needs of the clients who come in. He starts rubbing himself with the provided baby oil so that he can derive more pleasure from the experience, and I continue my caresses for him. As I stroke the side of his face, he tells me that not only am I gentle, I am genteel as well. Everyone deserves love, I reply, and I make sure to show it however I can. When he is full, he tells me and I shut off the nozzle and slowly extract the tube from him, using a towel to make sure there is no mess. He excuses himself, and I pull out a Paddles magazine to read one of the stories of naughty girls needing a good spanking.

The Derriere

 

When he returns, just when I’ve gotten to the good part, I invite him once more to the table if he would like some more water. Yes, please. I give him more water and continue caressing him, keeping his mind off of the water and on to me. I’m bottomless, and he enjoys stroking my well-fleshed cheeks as the enema continues and I caress his nipples. Once more, he is full, but instead of asking me to remove the tubing he rubs himself as he enjoys the full feeling of water in his bowels. Only after vigorous rubbing does he decide that he should let it out. And once more he excuses himself and I continue to my Paddles story. When he is finished again, I invite him one last time to enjoy an enema and he graciously accepts. I had a little difficulty getting it in this last time until he angled himself perfectly for entry (the low lights of the room were even less distinguishable as he took a new position.) Ahh, he says, there it goes…

It was a beautiful experience I look forward to repeating often, giving an enema was easy and soothing. Although there is little technical work, you always have to be ready for anything and everything. Being in control and bringing pleasure in such an effortless fashion is definitely my cup of tea.

 

Fun With a Slave

Today one of the Mistresses brought in her pain-slut slave so that I could practice my spanking, caning, and BDSM techniques. He is a very peculiar fellow who loves humiliation and pain. I started him off at the door, commanding him to remove his shoes and then putting a dog collar around his neck and telling him to get on the floor. I lead him like a dog into the dungeon and ordered him onto a table that restricts all limbs and the head as well. It was the first time I used it (although I don’t even know what it’s called), and I had to make sure how it worked and how I enjoyed it….which was quite a bit. After restraining him, the collar still on him of course, I pulled up a seat and started the spanking. I spanked him until his cheeks turned pink, and since my spanking hand was started to sting I upgraded to a paddle.

Do you deserve my Crop?

 

I berated him while paddling him since he had not showered enough. His feet were obviously dirty and although he didn’t smell as horrendous as the previous time I had seen him, it was still not so pleasant. His ass cheeks, however, were so emaciated that it was a little nerve wracking paddling his ass in that position because I didn’t want it to strike bone. I ended up tying the leash to the chains above him after removing his head from the restraint and the new position forced what little padding he had into an easier to hit location. I didn’t paddle him long before attaching clover nipple clamps on him. He groaned in pain, and kept saying thank you and sorry to me. I played with the chain attaching the two clamps for a little bit as I continued paddling him using my right hand. I will have to learn ambidexterity for caning/flogging/etc so that I can use both hands. Right now my left hand is not nearly as coordinated and cannot hit as strongly as my right. I pull the chain and paddle him a bit longer, and then graduate to caning. In this position caning is a bit difficult so I uncuff him and order him to stand. I put his hands into restraints and tug lightly on the nipple clamps as a precursor to caning. Now, this individual has been playing for years and years, and he knows the rules. You don’t scream, you don’t yell…if it hurts to much you use your safe word. He wasn’t that bright, I caned him and his ass turned red with neat little welts. As he cried from the caning I rubbed his bare ass with the cane and started playing with the clovers. He started screaming, TOO MUCH!! And like an idiot decided to fall backwards on me, making the clamps even tighter while screaming. I wasn’t sure what to do so I of course stopped and the clamps were removed. I told him he had to be quiet, but the head Mistress had heard the commotion. Although I tried to punish him from his ill behavior, she took up the cane and hit him so hard with it that he bled and the cane snapped. She threatened him, quiet and deadly, to never do that again. Or she would wrap the cane around his face. She caned him much harder than I had been, and in fact even knew how to, and I will be learning from that experience to know that I can do even more than I had been pain-wise. The marks she had created on him were beautiful to behold, and I realized just how much more I needed to learn and experience.

After she left, I had no choice but to gag him for crying out, and picked up a flog. I flogged him, practicing my stroke, and he kept trying to talk around the gag. Hah, good luck with that. Next time, I will be tougher on those who need it. I threatened him afterwards that I would be caning him as hard as she had next time…all he did was smile.

My First BDSM Session

The break of posts was due to the lack of clients interviewed and approved. Today was my first BDSM session in Heaven, where I was able to play with the client by myself. The sensual domination, where nipples and lack of control are the focus, was fun for both of us.

The first thing when I entered the room was to tell him to get down on the floor, all fours, at my feet. I asked him his absolute No’s, and his Yeses. I then instructed him to remove his clothing, all of it, and to get back down on the floor and rub my feet. I had to show him who was boss, and I sweetly played with his nipples, tugging them, flicking them gently, while he stayed on the ground. I whispered in his ear, told him to stand, and took him by the throat as I pushed him back against the wall and into handcuffs. He subserviently kept his glance down, although he stole a peek every now and then. (Could you blame him, with my gorgeous form in front of him? Me neither.)

Pressing up against his body I felt him up, deriving pleasure from the touch of his flesh on my fingers and continued tormenting him with the loving caress of his nipples as he stood there unable to move. I continued gaining confidence in his subservience, and my absolute power over him. It feels so good knowing that I can bring a man twice my size to his knees. I continued playing with his nipples, his most erogenous zone, as I used a metal Wartenberg wheel on his torso, his nipples, his legs, his genitals…I whispered in his ear and pressed harder against him so he knew just how much he needed me, and had no choice in the matter. After what seemed like an eternity of seduction, I removed his bonds and forced him onto the table on his back.

I jumped on top of him, sitting on his face so that I could play, tweak and squeeze his nipples. Having my sex so close to his face excited him, though he would never get to taste it. I smothered him with my voluptuous ass until he writhed, either in pleasure or from lack of breath. Either way, I decided it was time to put the clover nipple clamps on him.

Next we enjoyed the pleasure of strap-on play. I put on the strap-on harness and picked a perfect size for him after putting on gloves and testing his prostate (non-latex, and don’t forget the lube!) I gently entered him while he leaned on the table. I played and tugged on his nipples, encased in the clamps, and then told him to play with his own nipples as I focused on fucking him. He begged me to be able to touch himself as I entered him from behind, and after a few minutes I allowed such behavior. After he released himself, I took off his nipple clamps as he smiled widely at me.