A Story by Slave Olive
I felt a lump in my throat as I rung the door bell at Mistress Selena’s house. It had been a two and half hour drive and I was shaking with nerves. It had been a long drive and the anxiety had been steadily increasing inside me with each motorway junction. I had in my left hand the flowers that I knew Mistress Selena would be expecting. Underneath my casual attire I was dressed in ladies underwear as Mistress had instructed. A bra and matching g string, pretty stockings and of course the silicone chastity device which had been locked in place for nearly a month. Mistress had the only keys and my balls ached! I was desperate for relief. I’m sure Mistress had been hinting that I may be allowed to empty my balls soon, and I was hopeful today would be the day. “How had I got myself into this” I thought as I stood patiently on the doorstep.
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Domme and client
Jeremy Williamson was an in-demand futures trader who lived and worked in the heart of London. When he wasn’t working long hours in Canary Wharf he was entertaining clients after-hours leaving little time for himself. The last so-called ‘date’ he went on was accompanying a 94 year old millionairess who had been with his company from the start to a charity ball. Much like any night as of late, there was no action to be had that night. His sex life was quite shallow and non-existent. Little did he know he was about to dive off the deep end.
“Mistress, I feel like doing something extra special this weekend, I really want to push my limits. I want to be so afraid yet reassured with your caring touch. Mistress I am ready to further my experience and I would be honoured if you would take me there.” “Are you sure about this Pony
? Do you trust your Mistress to take you to the edge and bring you back safely?” “Yes Mistress.” “Good” I say, “I know just the thing.” It was then that I knew my pony slave was ready for a little bit of Mistress Selena’s favourite blood sport – Wet cupping.
“Go in the other room, strip down to your underpants and wait for me. I will be with you in one minute.” My pony slave immediately does as he’s told and marches into the other room. When I go in, he is stood there patiently waiting with his clothes neatly folded and placed over his shoes in a tidy pile. In this room I have left my white 8mm cotton bondage rope and this time he made sure to have it near by and ready for me because he knew what was about to take place.
Collared Human Pony
Yesterday was a red letter day. I packed up a mini gear bag, zipped up my leather boots and went round to my human Pony Slave‘s place to have a chat, a chill and a bit of a play. At least this is what he thought was going to happen; he soon found out that Mistress had an ulterior motive.
Saturday morning I lazed about a bit before I decided I would treat myself to a leisurely wank. I lubed up my Lelo Gigi 2 and got to work. You may often wonder what goes through the mind of a dominant woman while she’s pleasuring herself. Does she think about past liaisons? Rock stars? That hot young barrista down at her favourite cafe? The truth is, she thinks about any damn thing she likes! I for instance will often think of some of the aforementioned people above but often times I find myself knocking one out (do women knock one out?) to fetish scenes played out in my head. Are you curious about what get’s this Mistress moaning?
One of my major personal fetishes is a controversial one. One that may even need a trigger warning for some. It’s one not to be taken likely and can have serious physical or emotional repercussions. It takes a strong person to stay in control of their emotions and fears while this type of edge play is taking place. If this sort of thing bothers you then you do not have to read any further. I’m talking about rape play fantasy.