So I have been pondering on my next subject and thought I'd flirt with a little erotic fiction. I am setting the story from the dominant black bull's perspective of joining my mistress in my first cuckold experience. As always all comments are welcome.
"Nice house" I thought as I pulled up outside. Secluded and obviously no money problems which is good because I don't provide my services for free. I had been told to just knock on the door and I could already see a downstairs curtain twitch and more intriguingly an upstairs curtain as well. I didn't even have to knock on the door and it opened as I approached and I just stepped in. I knew the guy was a sissy but I wasn't prepared for the sight as I walked in. He must have been early 40's, a big guy as well but dressed as he was it was hard to think of him as intimidating. In stockings and a frilly red and black tutu with matching corset he was your classic sissy. You could already see his face reddening and it was obvious that this was his first time being exposed to someone else. "Hello Sir" he greeted me "My mistress is upstairs awaiting you but she wanted me to offer you a drink first. What can I provide you with?". God I love submissives, there is no better thrill than knowing you are top dog and I sent him off to get me a beer whilst I looked around to see if there were any pictures of the mistress of the house and the aspiring cuckoldress. He came back with the beer and desperately trying not to look me in the eye. I decided to have a little fun and had him kneel to present me the beer. It also gave him a good opportunity to eye up my cock that was now starting to bulge in my jeans. I heard the clink of plastic on wood and realised that she must have him caged up and I ordered him to show me. With a look of shame he pulled up his skirt and showed the caged up cock which was barely covered by the thong he was wearing. Jeez no wonder she was after some cock, this guy was barely filling the tiny cage and I sensed that my presence as the dominant bull was contributing to his pathetic contribution shrinking even further. "Right bitch take me to your mistress" I ordered him. I was intrigued to see what the owner of this sissy slut was like.
I was led up the stairs and into the bedroom and there she was. Sitting back in the bed and looking every inch the mistress she had boasted to be. Well she was his Mistress but not mine but I knew already that she was not going to be a submissive little thing. Late 30's I would guess around 5'4 dressed in an all in one black netting affair with a black thong and bra on the top. She was certainly no stick insect but she had these amazing curves that I already knew would feel great to run my hands over. I am guessing the breasts must be at least a D but it was the deep black hair and green eyes that kept my attention. She was looking me up and down and licking her lips seductively as she did it only pausing to inhale on a long cigarette. This woman oozed sex, desire and seduction and by the way she was now looking at my bulging cock she had been starved of a real man for a long time.
So what do you think? Worth continuing?
Friday 30 August 2013
Tuesday 20 August 2013
Catching up
Once again its been a while since my last update and the last week in particular Mistress Darkside has subjected me to some serious and sustained domination. My cock has been frequently caged and I two days is probably the longest it has been in chastity for any one time. Mistress likes to free it to be washed and cleaned and then she will play with it for a while. She continues with her rules of my cock being allowed in her mouth whilst it is small and soft but at any point it gets longer than the width of her hand then it is removed and subjected to teasing and slapping at each point I reach that glorious edge point. The understanding she has of my reactions means she can now get me to the edge to the point that I leak cum but do not go to the point of a failed orgasm. I find even in a failed orgasm my ardour subsides and Mistress likes me on edge and continually requesting to satisfy her. Mistress Darkside's capacity for orgasms is amazing and I will frequently lick her beautiful pussy to climax four times in one evening and my tally for one entire day was ten powerful and distinctly separate orgasms for my Mistress. Removing my inadequate cock and lack of stamina as a 'traditional' lover from our relationship has transformed our passion and our love.
We recently had two days together and my Mistress delighted in dressing me up in various sissy outfits. The freedom of walking around the house naturally in a corset and suspenders was very exciting and I frequently found myself slipping into the submissive sissy slut role that she demands of me. I think a large part of my ability to slip into that role was the extensive discipline that I received on the first morning. Tied to a pole in our house, dressed in underwear, a mask and a ball gag she used all her whips, canes and paddles on me. The tears of pain (and excitement) as she punished me were like a release as powerful as any orgasm I ever had. When she moved onto whipping my tiny cock and exposed balls I know she was prepared to go further and I was not wrong. She has a wonderful pair of heels, not pointed but rounded toes and a broad heel but sexy as hell. As she laughed behind me as she kicked me in the balls I could see that she loved these shoes even more now. I was finally untied from the pole at which point I simply dropped to my knees and it was from there that she took delight in kicking me to the floor. With every kick to the ribs and legs I could feel her confidence in her domination growing and also her enthusiasm to hurt me more. She was trampling on my cock and balls and I amazed myself with the resilience that I have grown to her discipline and she finally whipped me to a tearful ending with her shoe on my throat pinning me to the floor. Leaving me as a pitiful state on the floor she sat back on the bed and released her breasts from her top and then instructed me to come to her to be comforted. The contrast from only a minute ago to laying between her legs, suckling on her breast was mind blowing and I loved her even more for the experience. As a submissive you give a lot of yourself and returning to the security of your mistresses arms is one of the best rewards you can have.
The next day we went shopping searching for a slutty outfit for her to make me buy but the shops were largely a disappointment. The afternoon events were anything but though. Dressed in my little see through black and purple outfit my mistress fucked me with all manner of cocks and butt plugs. We have this wonderful position where I am facing her and she is propped up on cushions just grinding myself on her cock. She will amuse herself by tugging and slapping my tiny cock. I was a snivelling little slut begging for mercy as she pulled on my bulls encouraging me to take all the 8" cock she was wearing. I have never felt such genuine fear as I did that afternoon as I could see her losing herself in the orgasm but at the same time seemingly unaware that I was begging for mercy for my balls. I had the cock buried balls deep and I could not create any more relief for my stretched balls but she relented. I had to cry out that she was scaring me to try and break the pain as she has long abandoned any recognition of my safe word. The smile on her face as she had realised that she had broken me was one of the sexiest images I have ever known. Fear is an amazing turn on and I can see that I am only at the start of this intriguing journey.
We recently had two days together and my Mistress delighted in dressing me up in various sissy outfits. The freedom of walking around the house naturally in a corset and suspenders was very exciting and I frequently found myself slipping into the submissive sissy slut role that she demands of me. I think a large part of my ability to slip into that role was the extensive discipline that I received on the first morning. Tied to a pole in our house, dressed in underwear, a mask and a ball gag she used all her whips, canes and paddles on me. The tears of pain (and excitement) as she punished me were like a release as powerful as any orgasm I ever had. When she moved onto whipping my tiny cock and exposed balls I know she was prepared to go further and I was not wrong. She has a wonderful pair of heels, not pointed but rounded toes and a broad heel but sexy as hell. As she laughed behind me as she kicked me in the balls I could see that she loved these shoes even more now. I was finally untied from the pole at which point I simply dropped to my knees and it was from there that she took delight in kicking me to the floor. With every kick to the ribs and legs I could feel her confidence in her domination growing and also her enthusiasm to hurt me more. She was trampling on my cock and balls and I amazed myself with the resilience that I have grown to her discipline and she finally whipped me to a tearful ending with her shoe on my throat pinning me to the floor. Leaving me as a pitiful state on the floor she sat back on the bed and released her breasts from her top and then instructed me to come to her to be comforted. The contrast from only a minute ago to laying between her legs, suckling on her breast was mind blowing and I loved her even more for the experience. As a submissive you give a lot of yourself and returning to the security of your mistresses arms is one of the best rewards you can have.
The next day we went shopping searching for a slutty outfit for her to make me buy but the shops were largely a disappointment. The afternoon events were anything but though. Dressed in my little see through black and purple outfit my mistress fucked me with all manner of cocks and butt plugs. We have this wonderful position where I am facing her and she is propped up on cushions just grinding myself on her cock. She will amuse herself by tugging and slapping my tiny cock. I was a snivelling little slut begging for mercy as she pulled on my bulls encouraging me to take all the 8" cock she was wearing. I have never felt such genuine fear as I did that afternoon as I could see her losing herself in the orgasm but at the same time seemingly unaware that I was begging for mercy for my balls. I had the cock buried balls deep and I could not create any more relief for my stretched balls but she relented. I had to cry out that she was scaring me to try and break the pain as she has long abandoned any recognition of my safe word. The smile on her face as she had realised that she had broken me was one of the sexiest images I have ever known. Fear is an amazing turn on and I can see that I am only at the start of this intriguing journey.
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