a public display of affection

The Mistress and her SS were out shopping, she had told him that she needed new boots and shoes and that it was his job to buy them her. They were in the show shop and the MD was sat, legs crossed, shoes off and her SS was fitting various pairs of heels, boots and some very expensive classy shoes to her beautiful feet. The staff looked on amused as the man buzzed around the shop attending to her every whim. She found a pair of boots that made her smile, smile very broadly, she stood and looked at herself in the mirror, hmmm she thought, the are simply perfection. Come here SS I need you. The SS jumped to her command and stood gazing at her feet, she gripped his hand, twisted it, stepped inside his body and sent it flying over her hip to land abruptly at her feet, face first in the thick, pink carpet. The staff were open mouthed at this sudden display of skillful power, the SS moaned as he tried to get his breath back...The MD put her booted foot on his head, pressure, rolled his head under the heal. She cooed at the resulting marks on his cheek, she turned to the closest assistant..I think they will do, don't you think, she winked, the assistant nodded, her nipples hard at the thoughts of being able to demonstrate such control over her man. The MD grabbed the SS hand again and pulled him to his feet, then swept them away from him and his body went crashing once again, much laughter ensued as the female staff became moist at the sight of this magnificent lady in full and total control of her man. Pay! she instructed, the SS opened his wallet and paid smiling that his MD was happy with him again.

I was exhausted. I lay on the floor gazing at the ceiling while my MD stood, legs apart, over me. For the last hours she had applied every kick, flip throw and hold in the book and few that most definetly are not. She enjoyed working my body, trapping my limbs, working my joints till I sqeal. my chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, the aching in my arms and legs pulsed in my head as I looked at my MD. My eyes slowly went from her feet, her dangerous thighs which I worhip on a regular basis, to her dripping wet pussy. I longed to have her plant it right on my face but to ask would lead to another bout of painful karate lessons. My MD slowly reached back and unhooked her bra, slowly cupping her breasts into her hands her bra fell on my chest. Her breasts squeezed from the sdies of her hands and the creamy flesh foght to escape her grasp, my cock jerked with every squeeze as it hardened and started to pulse and glisten with precum. My MD leaned over and her cleavage made me gasp and she pressed a breast to her mouth, sucking softly on her nipple, her hard nipple. My cock was screaming but she just stood and placed her foot on my face...lick it" she ordered and I had no choice, what MD wants, MD gets. My tongue licked between her toes and long her heel as she pushed it all over my face. Her dominace total once again.

The breasts a man can get

Breasts, I love them, the world loves them. They are some of the few things that's cross race, gender, sexual, age and sexual preference boundaries. Myself, I subscribe to the 'bigger is better' school of thought...not only in terms of breasts to be honest but that's another post. I have this fantasy about my MD holding me in a painful wrist lock. she has me on my knees (again) and she is wearing a blouse with 3 buttons undone, as she leans over she tells me that if I look down her top and not into her eyes she will work my wrist harder, every time I disobey her I suffer more pain. Like a lustful moth to a perfect flame I cant help myself, such a cleavage cannot be ignored so I end up in serious pain...again and again. I must have been talking about breasts a lot because my MD afforded me a look at her breasts recently. I have fantasised a lot about her boobies and when I saw them they excelled every thought I ever had, she is amazing, totally amazing, so big and full with beautiful suckable nipples, perfect to smother me in or swallow my cock whole. I have watched the vid almost every day since she generously gave it to me and I have showered my tribute 4 times so far. He breasts are exceptional and so is my MD

being broken

The Mistress released me from my thigh prison, light and air rushed me and made me slightly dizzy. She stood up, smiled down at me and walked to her handbag. While her back was turned I tried to focus, my head was spinning from the pressure of her thighs and my mind was deliriously happy with how lucky a SS could be. I vaguely heard the snapping of Velcro. The Mistress took me by the wrist, raised me to my feet and walked me to the bed, she effortlessly took me over he hip and put me flat on my back on the bed. I looked at the ceiling trying to imagine what my MD had in store, I felt her grip my ankle and force my leg back over my head. I felt the strap on before I saw it, the MD had brought her little man tamer and I was about to be broken in. The cold feel of the lubricated end nosed at my ass as the MD smiled at my discomfort. 'relax' she said 'its for your own good' She flexed her hips and slowly broke me, the look of agony filled ecstasy amused the MD as she thrust into me, she took my engorged cock in her hand and slide up and down faster and faster as I was lost and my MD joined me. My eyes closed tightly and a tear escaped and rolled down my cheek to my ear, my cock exploded in her expert fingers, cum exploded over my chest and my body shook as the strap on stretched me and filled me. Totally under my MD's control, I was broken and owned and I could not have been happier...the intensity slowly ebbed and I realised I had cum without permission. I knew that the retribution and punishment would be swift, painful and incredibly sexual.

Its all about me

I was in the place where I was happiest.
I was laid between the Mistresses thighs worshipping her pussy and I had been there over 40 minutes. When the Mistress had entered the room she had ordered me to strip then she offered me a chance of a lifetime, she told me to remove her clothes too. With shaking hands I had slowly revealed her body, that body that I had dreamed about and fantasised about constantly since we she first took me as her SS. Her thighs her breasts her feet all bared to me, and I was in nirvana. The Mistress smiled then took my hand and tossed me to the floor over her hip, her body enveloped mine like a heavenly anaconda, wrapping my limbs till I could not move. My cock bobbed in the air ridiculously as a sign of my all consuming lust but the Mistresses authority had be reaffirmed and my body was once again her plaything. I made a vain attempt to get out of her hold but once the Mistress has you, you are lost.
She released me from hot silken prison and lay on the bed, her legs slightly parted, she instructed me to lick her pussy, and smiling, she told me that I was going to be licking her for a long time. My heart beat out of my chest at the honour my Mistress was doing me. I lay between her thighs, those thighs that had broken me a hundred times, the thighs that gave her absolute authority over me. 40 minutes later, my thumb and middle finger had spread her lips wide exposing her perfect clitoris, my tongue danced over it, stroking it, circling it, teasing it and sucking it. My lips started to wank her clit with everything I had spurred on by her heavy breathing and soft moaning.
Her juice bubbled over my mouth, my cock throbbed with the coursing blood and was hard as only my MD could induce. Her thighs softly closed about my face making me look up, the Mistress cupped one of her large, full breasts, licking a nipple she beckoned me to pay her breasts some attention. As I started to slide up her body my eyes on her tits, I reached out with my tongue to begin sucking on her engorged nipple when her thighs clamped shut. My waist was suddenly caved in as the divine pressure built stopping me inches from her nipple, tantalisingly close the Mistress told me to suck it, she ordered me to suck her nipple but try as I might I couldn't break out of her grip. Smiling she released me as my head bowed as I struggled for breath. She kicked me to the floor laughing, her knees landed on either side of my head and smiling she mounted my face slapping her wet, dribbling pussy onto my face.
more to come.....My Mistress uses me for her own pleasures and I could not be happier.

His Mistress guided him to where she needed him. His hair moaning as the pressure from her fingers strained their roots. He could feel her thighs, her soft silken thighs on either side of his head, he was about to smile at being in his favourite place when she forced his mouth hard against her pussy. The shock to his senses sent him reeling, no sound, no sight his other senses were pin sharp, the sweet smell of her wet pussy was like lightening hitting his brain, the hot, wet nectar smothering his skin. His breath caught and as he desperately tried to fill his lungs her pussy lips engulfed him. She rolled his face against her clit, a 5'11 dildo, a toy to be used for her own gratification. His nose pressed hard against her swollen engorged ultra sensitive rosebud, causing her to sigh deeply, letting her head roll back against the pillow. She closed her eyes, her breath coming faster now, shallower, her breasts heaved against the silken material of her blouse, her nipples warmed by the friction of her bra. She held him and used him for nearly an hour, his face and hair were dripping with her sweet smelling nectar, her breath was fast and deep in and out of her open mouth. Her hips gyrated against his face until she was ready, she started tighten her thighs around his head, her strong marble hard muscles stretched and tightened, a vice around his head, his face started glow crimson and the pressure increased incredibly. His eyes started to pick out points of light as he started to slide his hand up and down his cock, His Mistress saw his transgression, no permission had been given, she started to buck her hips grinding his face, wanking her clit, her orgasm was close, she was starting to lose control and this meant that her sub was going out. Her thighs crushed his neck till he started to pass out. In his dark cocoon bright lights flashed and danced as his brain struggled to balance the pain, the pleasure and the pressure. His body sagged as his Mistress shouted her climax, his own climax came unbidden as he lost control, his mistress's thighs pulsed in rhythm with her climax, her ejaculate smothered and took his breath. Suddenly his mistress released him from her muscle prison. His body fell limply to the floor, his Mistress smoothed her skirt, straightened her hair in the mirror, smiled herself a secret smile,  put her knickers into her handbag and left the room never looking back. Her sub lay on the rug, his thighs covered in his own semen, his body once again not his own. He slept the sleep of the subjugated.

Fantasy you say...

A little fantasy...my first story so please make allowances.
The text from MD was concise and to the point as always. Hotel. 7.15pm. Naked, blindfolded and ear plugs. She decided to keep her instructions simple because her sub had failed to carry out an evenings entertainment correctly a few months ago and she was forced into carrying out punishment. Her punishments were fair but very painful, sometimes physical sometimes mental but always her sub knew not to incur his mistresses displeasure. He drove to their hotel, booked and paid for the room and texted his MD the room number.
He stripped and folded his clothes neatly and put them on the bedside cabinet, he turned on the all the lights, washed and sat in the corner, legs crossed playing with the blindfold. The blindfold was black silk and was given to him by his MD and was made from one of her stockings, he loved the feel of it and the smell, the images of his MD flooded into his head as he held the silk to his nose, his cock stiffened. It swelled as blood flooded it, demanding attention, it pulsed with anticipation as it remembered the last time the silk was used.
He inserted the ear plugs and he became aware of his heavy, rasping breath and his pounding heart. The silk tied around his eyes and darkness reigned once again.
He didn't know when his MD would come or even if she would, he didn't need to know details, all he had to do was obey.
The door swung open and his MD stood smiling, he got no good sub points for following instructions but his throbbing cock pleased her.
She walked up behind him, still unaware of her presence, she ran her fingers through his hair, she jumped slightly in shock, she balled her fist pulling him to his feet his cock bouncing almost ridiculously. She was intent on having him worship her this evening and his tongue was going to get an awful lot of use.

more later....x

a little fantasy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=r9n9-K4nXek

this lady is far too thin for my particular taste but she has the mistress bit perfectly.

In trust I trust

By the time I reached 40 I celebrated with a fine party full of friends, laughter and 'love'. I had been in a relationship for 5 years, been accepted by her three daughters and even been called grand dad by the new baby, a role I actually relished. If you scratched the surface a little and the gold came away to reveal the lead underneath. Sex was non-existent and we were little better than friends living a house we bought and couldn't sell.
The breaking point came in the cruelest manner, the middle daughter was 18, done well at school, taking driving lessons, in a relationship that made her happy and had just been accepted at her college of choice, I was very proud as I had played a large part in her life. Then she fell ill, she had a few trips to hospital, a few tests and the result was if she lived for another year she would be lucky. She caught a virus which effected her heart and nothing short of a transplant would help....no doner could be found, I got a call that she had collapsed in college and she never came round. I was devastated like everyone, months and months it took it even come close to getting my life back, but the realisation dawned that that life was gone. My partner had been seeing other people and I decided to leave. The house is still up for sale 4 years later. She still lives there.
I moved out, rented and I was alone again, just me and PC. Time to do something I had denied myself for 20 years, I was going to meet a woman for a domination wrestling session. I had found a website years ago where women who offered wrestling session advertised, there were loads of them and at least 40 or so in the UK, Eventually I chose, contacted, paid, set the rules (no sex etc) and before I knew it I was held, helpless in a very potent pair of thighs. The culmination of a life of fantasies was never going to live up to the hype, it was good but there was something missing. She was a good wrestler, had some martial arts training and had a full figure what on earth was missing. I enjoyed it but I wasn't moved, the most important part of any sub/mistress connection was missing. I didn't trust her, I had not given myself to her heart and soul, you cannot buy that for £200 an hour. This was a surface exercise, filling my head with a few masturbatory memories for a later date without that trust, I was always on the defensive. I was slightly crestfallen by the whole thing.
Time went on and my mind still went back to what could have been and it was constantly telling me that unless you met someone, connected with them mentally, and gave yourself to them wholly then your sub fantasy would always be slightly hollow....Then, one afternoon while idilly twittering, I started talking to a lady, a beautiful, strong minded, intelligent, martial artist who was a natural dom lady who approved of my sub nature...something clicked in my head, I had found my Mistress.

and the Geek shall inherit the earth

When I reached 29, I lost my dad. This is many a lifes watershed moment, I still lived at home and I was still single. The grieving process was long and painful, mum had moved out when I was 13 and I had missed the female influence in my life, now alone in the house of my birth I needed to embrace myself, learn to love myself because me, myself and I were going to spend a lot of time together. It was the 90's and the internet was on the rise, it was time to find out what the wide wide world was all about.
I bought a tower and monitor from Hewlett Packard and set about setting it up on the floor in the front room, turns out I had some apptitude for IT, I am sure the bible had said something about the geek inheriting the earth, I didn't pay too much attention to RE class but I had decided to claim my inheritence.
As the screen flickered into life and the Windows 95 logo loomed I was nervous, actually nervous. I had started to embrace my sub side, the magazines had been a help but the internet promised much, if this didn't give me anything I knew I was a very niche market and probably doomed to surpress my loves.
Not only, as the first picture of a strong capable woman holding a man in some discomfort between her thighs slowly revealed itself to me, was I now assured that not only was it just me and the editor of Fighting Girls who liked this, I had a whole army behind me. Admitidly it was an army who would surrender at the first word of a woman but numbers count.
When it asked me 'where do I want to go today?' the very first thing I typed in was mixed wrestling, this was my underlying passion that drove my submissive nature. Something in the region of 100 billion hits...it wasn't, it was more like a 100,000 but it may as well have been as my face broke into the biggest smile it had seen for months. I googled, I navigated, I gazed, I thought, I breathed deeply, I got very excited. Women were the stronger sex, and I now had the evidence to prove it.

couldn't get a sniff of a laundry basket

I am a slow starter in most things, most of the good things in life that is, I did manage to get most infectious diseases before most of my peers. I eventually lost my virginity when I was 18, and it was a normal, disastrous event that opened up a door marked normal. After that, I embarked on a very normal life with a number of girlfriends, a certain amount of normal tit-fondling, cock-pulling sex which led me to believe that actually all of that sub nonsense was just a phase. Sadly after that I started what I term as the 'wilderness years' I couldn't get a sniff of a girls laundry basket for 5 years. From 24 I could not buy a women, although according to the paper in Preston, sex was actually only £50 away. This is when I discovered just what an experience masturbation could be, and hand-in-hand with the delights of solitary sex was the imagination. The mind is by far the most potent sex tool I possess and during this time it took me on a voyage into the dormant world of what I really love.
There is a newsagents at the top of London Road in Preston, in it, it had the biggest collection of porn magazines I have ever seen, I would walk the 2 miles to the shop and stand in front and gasp at just what people were aroused by, at the back of the shelf, towards the left hand side was a magazine called 'Fighting Girls'..an actual magazine about women, over powering men in wrestling and fighting, I was stunned. It wasn't just me....it was at least one other.
I bought it every month and at £6 a time it was expensive but the feelings I had was walked home, with it tucked into a copy of the Mirror were intense. I would peek at it, try to get a grasp of what the stories were about trying to walk as fast as I could with an erection.
This made my mind up that being a sub was actually relatively normal...relatively...What I didn't realise is just what a difference to my life the advent of the Internet would have on me.

The always tricky teenage years

As you grow into a irrational, moody, awkward teen the thoughts of domination play heavily on your mind. It was the 70's and TV was starting to show more and more images and role models of strong, intelligent clearly superior females. I loved it but only inwardly. It still seemed odd to me that I was aroused by these women who did not inhabit my life. My dad was strong, my grandad was impossibly strong, these were the men in my life that created the greatest influences on who I am but here was I letting my mind wander to where I was helpless, helpless in the caress of a woman. So like all strong decisive men I decided to ignore it, not for me the Pussy Galore hip toss or the Tara King arm bar, o no, I was going to subvert it and become a bloke. As I was hamstrung and cursed with good manners I was never going to ever become a bloke but I would become so very very normal, it suited me and my public image and private loves were running along together nicely. I had a few girlfriends, not too many but enough to convince myself that my feelings for domination were just a childish and passing phase, after all, didn't I love breasts, how normal is that

The begining

As a boy growing up you have it drilled into you that your a man, you run things, your strong, your decisive, the world is yours to hold in the palm of your hand and create majesty. Thing is, it doesn't always work out that way. I am a man, that bit was right and to a casual observer I appear to be strong and decisive but my mind is not quite wired that way. As you grow you are attracted to James Bond and the Avengers but not for Bond to  save the world but for the woman to put Bond on his back, for Emma Peel to take on three big male enforcers and casually flip and throw them all over the room in a display of sexual dominace that ignites something in your head. At the age of 16, girls are everything, the feelings you get seeing women dominate a man you believe are purely sexual, and at that age they are, everything is sexual. I couldn't get milk from Spar without getting an erection. Being Dominated, being thrown, flipped, put on your back either mentally or physically is just how you are. It has taken me 44 years to discover that actually, its a dam nice place to be