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.