Lovingly perverse...
Following are excerpts from some of my "little stories". Although most of them have been written in the first person, that which you read here is pure fiction. When I'm finally done uploading all of them, there should be something here for everyone.
Fictional Fantasies
(scroll down for new 2 girl fantasies!)
Story #1 - Oh Joy! A Sex Toy! (human sex toy)
Story #2 - Worship (Goddess worship)
Story #3 - New Stockings (stocking fetish)
Story #5 - Sweetest One (feminization)
Story #8 - Take You (for S. O. enthusiasts)
Story #9 - Breeding Stud Prep Clinic (way out!)
Story #10 - Adult Baby Fantasy
Story # 11 - "Feel" (highly erotic vanilla)
Story # 12 - For Those Who Love to "Dress" (cross-dressing)
Story # 13 - The Spanking You Deserve
Story # 14- Two Girls! Just Imagine the Possibilities! New!
Story # 15- Coming Soon
As soon as you set foot in my door, I will gently, but assertively take charge…
Here’s the fantasy… someone has sent you to me as a gift. I am your new owner and you are now my very own sex toy. Don’t worry, I am a caring Mistress, not a mean one but I will use you for my own personal pleasure in a variety of ways, again and again. And if you please me, you will be justly rewarded. I know you want to please me. I know you want to do a good job, don’t you? Yes, and I’ll even help you, coach you, guide you. I’m not going to reveal every single thing on my agenda right now, because I do so love surprises, don’t you? I trust you’ll be up for the task. Tee hee. I need you and in more ways than one. I might want to enjoy your kisses on different parts of my body. Wherever it happens to feel especially nice, I might want you to remain there for a bit. To keep you positioned, “just so”, I designed a neat little apparatus to “secure you” in place. Perhaps you’ll serve as “face furniture” too. Aaaah, it is so nice to be able to relax in comfort after being on my tender little feet for so long. Don’t worry about breathing. Just breathe me. If I have to pump in a little oxygen, so be it. You won’t die. (But if you do, you’ll die happy.)
You’re certainly on track for that long awaited reward, but a big part of the fun for you is in the qualifying, isn’t it? I truly believe that you get enormous satisfaction when you know you are pleasing me. That’s why I like to make you keenly aware of the evidence of my desire, especially that which cannot be faked or manufactured. This is only the beginning…
#2 - "Worship"
Worship. What a lovely concept. I like to look down at you and watch. You glance up lovingly, hoping for a sign of approval. You might get it. You might get more than that. You might get the unexpected. Hopefully you like surprises. Back to the task you go. You thirst for something special. You put forth sincere effort to please me, knowing that the physical evidence of my pleasure is exactly that which will quench your mighty thirst. I might open myself fully to your kisses right away, but you would only want to drink forever. Nothing this good is ever easy. To the lovely concept of worship, I might just add a few little twists. I recently came across a website introducing me to the concept of “face furniture”, most amusing! I also like to dream up ways to hold you in place, sort of speak. It would delight me to no end to see your level of appreciation swell to new heights, to see you ache, to hear you gasp, to watch you quake as you receive your just reward.
Mix creativity and perversity, that’s me. I think you'll like it. I'm going to be right there with you, coaching you, guiding you, loving you, helping you. Close your eyes. Open your mouth. This is love.
#3 - New Stockings
I just received my new Christian Dior stockings in the mail! Wow, they are the real thing! So delicate and fragile and even the slightest rough edge will catch on the silky material and tear them. That's why they come with a pair of soft white gloves. You should be wearing them when you put them on me, gently fitting them to the contours of my little feet, making sure the heel is snug to min, then easing them up over my ankles and calves, taking care to smooth them up along the way. If you are freshly shaven and did a thorough job of it, I'll let you run the side of your face along the contours of my legs so you can feel them up close. You may even detect ever the slightest scent about them. Instinctively, I know you will like it. Go ahead, breathe them for a moment. You may find this to be intoxicating. When you bring them up thigh high, you will notice that they are different from those stay up elasticized ones they sell in the stores. Vintage and fine hosiery like this cannot be bought in stores, not in most stores anyway. I'll help you and guide you, but I want you to fasten them to my garters. My new garter belt is also something of a vintage variety with six garters attached. Take your time and I know you'll get it just right, then we'll slip on those open toe stilettos you love so much and we'll be almost ready to go…
#4 - “Creative CBT”
I am an unusual Mistress in that I am not one for the routine, predictable BDSM activities or implements. Take CBT for instance. CBT is an acronym for "cock and ball torture". While in fantasy, this type of thing might excite me, the reality is that I do not particularly enjoy inflicting pain, of any kind. What I do love, however, is the illusion.
In a very sweet and loving way, I tell my sub, "If you love me, you'll carry weight for me."
His big brown puppy dog eyes get larger at the very thought. He most likely he is thinking of that which might be expected in a typical BDSM session. He presents to me something from a small bag he brought with him. It is a parachute ball stretcher.
"This is what the other Mistresses have used." He offers.
I don't want to hurt his feelings but one thing I really get off on is establishing myself as different. I thank him and tell him to save it for a homework assignment. Then I share with him a story about a true devotee who served a beautiful Mistress during the middle ages. This Mistress was known to put on "shows" for wealthy perverts. Such was her claim to fame. She had had a whole cadre of slaves who were trained to drag heavy iron ball and chains from you guess where. For the amusement of her special guests and for herself, she paraded the chain gang all through the town and when they pulled their weights single file down the dirt roads, the cannon balls they dragged dug into the earth, leaving a telltale mark behind. With the proper training and conditioning, it was amazing what they were able to do. Mistress also put on public displays for the town folk. The "chain gang olympics" was the biggest event of the year back in the old country. People would take temporary leave of their hard lives and come from miles afar to watch the all day spectacle. It was distinctly sensual in nature and both dominant and submissive minded attendees derived enormous pleasure from the annual affair.
#5 - "Sweetest One"
“Only the finest lace and silk for my sweetest one” I exclaim, waving a pair of snowy white, delicate looking panties before your eyes. Virgin white lace, for my sweet virgin!
I hold them across your face briefly so you can breathe in the slight scent of them. Brand new. Pristine. Then I gently slide them, satin smooth, down the length of your body. I find you immediately becoming erect and glistening with the physical evidence of your excitement.
When your swollen manhood is given the slightest little silky caress, I am rewarded with a gasp of approval. But since you will be parting company with your true gender for the time being, no more mention of manhood. You now have just an oversized clit. Maybe we’ll refer to it as your little “dolly”. Isn’t that sweet? Well, you are my sweetest one! And I begin to dress you with tender loving care, doing all that I can to help you feel soft and girly like, to help you feel oh so very feminine.
Now I have you standing before me naked, and you thrust your hips forward at me. Mmm, does that mean you can’t wait to wear these pretty little panties, or are you just begging to release all that built up tension?
With your help, I dress you in your new panties, then I turn your head toward the mirror so you can see yourself. I point out how you are seriously stretching out your new panties in the front. Then I notice a tiny little wet spot beginning to show through. Naughty girl you!
“We simply cannot have that now!” I exclaim In a split second, I rip those panties down to your knees. I reach to the dressing table, grab a length of white satin ribbon and proceed to truss up what was formerly your cock with it. Tight, crisscrossed ribbon now adorns your little dolly. My, my, what a lovely sight to behold. A debutante!
And why are you now moving your hips around like that? Are you trying to tell me something or maybe my sweet one just wants to be a Tahitian dancer?
I doubt you even noticed the heavy elastic band around the base of your penis that was part of the ribbon. Maybe that will help prevent you from spurting your cream before I give the ok. You know you must be a good girl and wait for the ok. You must always ask permission, dear girl. Always.
Decorated in pretty white ribbon and throbbing like hell, you are lovingly tucked back into your panties. To complete the ensemble, a matching white silk tank top is slipped over your head which barely covers the bulging lace.
You look beautiful and innocent, I assure you. Holding your pretty little face in both hands, I give you a kiss on your newly glossed lips. They taste like strawberry…
#6 “Kisses”
My lips are small, but, nicely shaped. A little cupid bow mouth, lips that are very rosy in color. That’s a good thing. No smearing lipstick all over you, just natural, soft lips.
I want to hold your face to mine and soak it with wet hot kisses. I want to go down your neck with my open mouth and my tongue. I want to bury my face there and breathe you. I want to bite you sweetly, lick you passionately, suck gently on your lips, your tongue. Then, will you kiss me back? Kiss me good, and long and crystal light eyes will open to contemplate yours. Kiss me with emotion. This will excite me so much I will want to scream. Kiss me so deeply that I can’t.
#7 - “Submission Bliss”
So, my sweet… You will submit to me? You will acquiesce to my whims? You will please me, won’t you?
And what exactly will you do to please me? How far will you go? Will you willfully drop to your knees in front of me? Will you open your mouth so that I might place my most private parts upon you? Will you feast upon me with softness and longing until I am satisfied? Will you then drink the evidence of that satisfaction and savor it as a divine offer from your cherished Mistress? What if Mistress wishes for you to do the same for one of her girlfriends? Would you agree to perform such duties as specified by Mistress?
Mistress might like to watch closely, to ascertain that you are putting your whole heart, (amongst other things), into your assigned task.
Mistress will want to own you. Mistress will want to have control over your most intimate body parts. You must be willing to accept this. And, if you do, you must be willing to subjugate yourself repeatedly, to present yourself for inspection, to be used as a product tester, to be used for whatever at my whim.
I will not hurt you, (much). This is true. But I will repeatedly ask more, I will repeatedly ask you to display your loyalty to me. And when I feel that you have proven yourself as a true sub, I will want to go farther…
I have delicious things in mind for you.
#8 - “Take You”
In a fantasy world all my own, I fuck the man I love, maybe taking him face down with my muscular arms coming underneath his, then up underneath his shoulders so I can hold him and pull him tightly to me. Or maybe I reach under his legs to grab onto his hips to gain enough leverage to forcibly pull him into me. He knows and trusts that I will never intentionally hurt him. I like to take my time, making sure he is well prepared to accept me but still, he does sometimes gasp when at first I take him! I must do this. I need to do this. He understands and accepts. He needs this too. Our coupling might be best described as one of passionate urgency. This would certainly be true from my perspective. Perhaps it is not only the physical dramatization but the oh so strong cerebral connection between the two of us that serves to magnify the intensity of these initial moments.
I am, for the most part, a soft Mistress, but do understand that there are times when I must be firm with you. This just happens to be one of those times. I can take you with as much strength as I feel you need, but maybe that will be just long enough to establish (or re-affirm) one thing about this man I love. He is mine, all mine, and I can take him anytime I want simply because he belongs to me. That just proven with the initial taking, the physical aspect of it all now takes on a deeper meaning. Now he feels me showing my love for him, and nothing has ever felt so real. It flows into him, truly from the heart. He feels it deeply in his soul. Through his submission he has come to know the greatest love that could ever exist. I feel it too.
#9 - “Breeding Stud Prep Clinic”
You have been the personal “plaything” of a fabulously wealthy woman for some time now. She has used you for her own sexual gratification, and often had you “service” her friends as well. Because of your stand out features and virility, it had been suggested to me that you would make a fine stud. The stud farm of fantasyland breeds human cows with select bulls (like yourself). A good strong bull put to proper use can fertilize many a cow in heat. You have all the makings of an excellent stud. There is however training to complete before you can begin the fun.
You arrive with instructions. My girlfriend and I are the clinicians or “nurses” who receive you. We talk to each other mostly, her to me, "Hey this ones good looking! whats he here for?" She pays little attention to you as she starts to grope you, but she makes all sorts of lewd comments to me about you. I consult my list of instructions with wide eyes. "Hmmm, the usual thorough exam, orgasmic reconditioning, prostate response testing, dual milking..."
"Dual milking???" My assistant nurse questions out loud.
"Yep and theres more." I declare.
You see the look on my face and know you're in for it now.
Your heart leaps up to your throat, your stomach begins to knot.
"This should be fun", I say, and (reading further), "Apparently they're going to be using him as a breeder too, so theres stud prep and some stud training to initialize here too."
Poor you. At this point, you're just standing there with your clothes still on, wondering what is about to happen to you. I reach for your crotch, grab a strong hold and stroke you until you protrude, full and hard, then, to my assistant, I comment, my whole hand full of you, "Yeah, he'll probably make a fine bull, alright, but we might have to practice using you as the cow if that lady from the farm doesn't get here pretty soon."
“Alright, lets see what this ones got.” the assistant says as she begins to peel off your pants. She reaches in with both hands to lift your genitals. She hefts them up and down.
“Full package!” she says to me, “Here, see for yourself.”
“Ok, I reply, “Lets tie him off and separate the twins so we can really get a good look at his equipment.”
Leather loops are pulled over your testicles, separating them and another something is wrapped around the base of your penis which makes it protrude.
“That’s it, stand up and be noticed” I say and I give it a little jerk for good measure.
“Whatever we do, don't forget we have to measure the final out put. The new owner is real particular about volume. I heard they can sometimes get two cows knocked up with a single load from a bull if he produces enough.”
“Yep, that’s where the sperm enhancement milking technique comes in handy, alright. A bull like this, in prime condition is just full of spunk! We work to get him to the boiling point, then we turn it up a notch. Does the trick every time. Why do you think they made this building with such high ceilings anyway? After we get him all prepped and trained, three or four times a day, he’ll be emptied into a nice little cow, one who needs to be filled. What a life!”
#10 - "Adult Baby Fantasy"
The cerebral aspect, albeit twisted, always thrills me and being able to play act gives me another opportunity to be creative. Playing the Auntie dearest, my well lubricated imagination just soars! I just love to play with adult babies!
"Now we're going to make sure all the blinds are closed so those nosey neighbors can't see a thing! Remember, no one must ever know about the special games we play here." We'll play many versions of pup tent and that’s only the beginning. We're going to love you and coddle you, keep you snug, keep you warm. And healthy too, oh yes. Now, what’s the best nourishment? I'll show you and you'll love it, it will make you grow so big. Oooh, you're already growing big, see it works! Now let’s find out how other things work. There, there, sweetheart, don’t worry, its just baby cream. Here, let me nurse you and rock you and comfort you and rub you and soothe you. Tut tut. Never you mind. Why, they do these kinds of things to babies in far away countries all the time you know...
#11 - “Feel"
You position yourself above me and make eye contact that is hard and steady. It turns you on to see the look on my face as you enter me. I am now so wet for you and I expect you to slip gently inside with ease. I did not exactly get what I expected. “Hold your breath” you tell me, then in a split second, you all but spear me in half with your cock. Oh my G-d. With this first mighty thrust, you have forced me to take every bit of you and I can now hardly breathe from the surprise and thrill of it. As is your lovemaking style, you take me within an inch of my life, and as usual, the level of excitement is such that I simply cannot hold still. Apparently, you have strength enough to see that I do. When you know I am about to come, you go hard and deep, pinning me down with your cock, holding me fast. It is as if I am impaled. I feel you, rock hard, touching the bottom of me. I want to bite down on your shoulder, pound on your back with my fists, and thrust up to meet you with all my remaining strength. I want to scream out your name but instead, I suddenly go all soft and ask, “Will you hold me when I come?” You wrap me in your arms so I’ll be sure to feel your strength. Then you just stay still and deep like that until you feel me coming all over you again and again. Then you hold me and rock me ever so gently until finally, I stop shaking.
# 12 - For Those Who Love to “Dress”
I admit I have an affinity for those who love to “dress”. Anyone can throw an article of women’s clothing over your head and claim to relate. I am beyond that. I notice that you do so appreciate the tenderness with which I carefully apply your make up. It fills me with an inexplicable joy to see you glued to the mirrors, taking in the beauty you see before you. I want to help you feel beautiful inside and out. Feel the softness and silkiness as I slide the different materials over your skin. I want to help you get in touch with your feminine side as you never have before. Breathe like a female, sigh like a female. Let the female inside you lighten your heart and make mush of your soul. Then, let me introduce you to even more sensation. Experience the highest point of erotic adventure as only a female would. As only a female could…
# 13 - The Spanking You Deserve
He is thrown across her lap with strength that defies her gender. She uses a new contraption she calls
"The Positioner". It elevates his butt just so. Proper positioning is so very important, you know. He feels the cool air, feels his little testicles begin to shrink from the icy draft. He begins to shiver, but is it from the cold? This is difficult to determine but he is given no time to contemplate things. He feels his cheeks being spread as she speaks to him about some unheard of disciplinary action that was supposedly practiced regularly behind closed doors back in the Victorian age. He recoils as much as his positioning will allow, trying desperately to squirm downward, away from that which he has come to fear and dread. Oh the anticipation of it all! She rewards him with an open handed whack that tops the decibel chart. He now wears a perfect hand print on his left cheek. Anticipating that she will go for the right cheek next, he clenches his muscles to thwart the blow. Instead, he is immediately pierced by a ramrod finger, driven fast and deep. Held there, impaled, helpless, and embarrassed beyond belief, he starts in with the familiar whimper. Bottom lip trembling, expecting the worst, he resigns himself to her ministrations.
He hates what is about to happen but in his soul he knows he needs it more than anything.
If there is any consolation at all, he hears her sweetly promise,
"Don't worry, before this is all over, we're going to get aaaaaall the bad stuff out of you. Then you'll be cured."
Story #14 Every Man's Fantasy, Two girls!
Not just any two girls, but the right two girls!
As Mistress in charge, it is great fun for me to have a beautiful, able bodied, (and obedient), assistant on hand to enhance the experience. My girlfriend and I are comfortable assuming a wide variety of roles. We are the girls next door gone bad. We are the bad girls that make it good. We are Goddesses, desirous of pleasure. We are the white hot nurses, squeezed into traditional uniforms, ready to administer your treatment. Care to volunteer for one of my Experimental Case Study Programs? My lovely helper will be qualified to assist in all training programs. Ha, I might even decide that it is she who is in need of training! My two girl scenario fantasies are endless!
Might you prefer to accept the role of a mere play thing, a human toy? I have one fantasy where I am a rather stern Director on an adult movie set. Sometimes I am gushing sweetness, cooing and cajoling. Other times I am wickedly demonstrative and creatively forceful. But always, to your utter embarrassment, I am explicit when directing my own perverted brand of entertainment!
Such is a once in a lifetime experience.
Story #15 coming soon
…until next time.