-You all know how much I love dominating men, especially when I have the opportunity to spend lots of time facesitting. Not only does it really humiliate a man and keep him beneath me where he belongs, smothering him with my pussy or ass also shuts him up! No listening to his pathetic whining and begging when it all comes out as muffled sounds. My ass is perfect, after all, which you can see for yourself in the sample video. Yes, I know you agree with me, which is why you’re probably imagining yourself in that guy’s place, your face buried between my thighs with nothing to do but worship me. I do not care about my slaves’ pleasure and whether or not they cum, and facesitting keeps them from constantly whining about it. It should be all about a slave’s Mistress, and that is why I find facesitting to be so empowering.

Video length: 14:33 min.

-This stunning, dark-haired dominatrix starts off this video with a hot tease, letting the camera pan up her incredible body from her knee socks to her short shorts to her tied-off top and pretty face. Any guy witness to that is rendered helpless. That would explain the slave on his back, at her feet. She teases him with one of her sock-clad feet, rubbing it over his face to take advantage of his foot fetish, adding to his frustration by next rubbing his cock and balls with her socks. This is what really puts him over the edge, rendering him a truly submissive slave boy, willing to worship her feet for as long as she desires if it will make her happy. He’ll be hard and aching the whole time, and that’s just how this domme loves it, since it ensures her slaves give her perfect feet the full attention they deserve.

Video length: 10:35 min.

Back at the office you could see how everybody was struggling to finish the final forms and reports. For me it was nothing urgent, no deadlines this week, nothing that couldn’t be done the next Monday.  As I browse through these holiday offers I got in my email, the phone on my desk starts ringing. I pick it up and I hear her voice:

“My office. Now!”

I head towards the elevator and while releasing my tie a little bit. I felt as if it got very tight all of a sudden. As I watch the floors going up on the elevator screen I feel my heart pumping really fast. I had a secret. A dark little secret. About 8 months ago, after she got her promotion, Claire – or as she likes me to call her “Miss Davis” called me in her office and told me that from that moment on I belong to her, and if I want to keep this job I must work really hard and be a good employee.

I got to her office door and noticed that her blinds were folded. For a moment all sort of thoughts went through my mind like bullets: “maybe she found another slave”, “maybe I wasn’t good enough for her”, “maybe it’s over and now she’s firing me”. I could feel my heart pumping out of my chest. I knock on the door and enter her office.

“Sit down” she says

“Is here something wrong?” I reply while I try not to look that nervous

“Did I say you could speak?” she said again without even listening to me

“No Miss Davis! Sorry Miss Davis!”

“Those reports you sent last week are inaccurate. I want you to go now and redo them, and I want them by end of the day! It’s a matter of millions of dollars! Call me when you’re done!”

As I head back to my office with that blue map in my hands I look as all my colleagues are getting dressed and leaving. A strange feeling got over me. I felt so relaxed a few hours earlier and now all I could think was that I disappointed Miss Davis and it may cost me this job. I take the reports page by page and try to figure out what I’ve done wrong. After two hours of concentration and hard work I pick up the phone and call her:

“All done! I’ve corrected them”

“Bring them here. Now!” she said with authority in her voice

As I head again to her office I realize that the night has taken over the city. The view is amazing from the top floor. It must be only me and her in this entire building at this hour. I knock and enter her office.

“Lock the door!” she ordered

“Here’s the report!” I say to her with pride in my voice (pride because it only took me two hours to redo it, while others could lose a whole day with an issue like this)

But she doesn’t even look at it. She takes the map and throws it in the trash bin. I’m startled; I thought it was a matter of millions of dollars. It’s now that I realize she’s wearing different clothes than two hours earlier. Instead of her office suite she’s now dressed in a black tight vinyl suit and some vinyl boots, also black.

“Did you panic, slave? Did you thought you could lose your job?”

“Yes Miss Davis!” – I shamefully admit

“I know you are a good employee, but are you a loyal employee?”

“Yes Miss Davis!”

“Lest just see how loyal you really are!”

She gets on her desk and pushes me in her chair. She moves her right foot up my leg, slowly and she pushes it when she reaches the zone that hurts the most.

“Are you loyal, slave?”

“Yes Miss Davis” I respond while I try to hide the excitement in my voice

She moves her foot up my chest until she reaches my mouth. She presses hard and I open it. I start licking her vinyl boot. I can see her satisfied look while I do this. She pushes and pulls her foot in and out of my mouth, and I suck on it with passion.

She then approaches me and presses her big breast to my face. I can barely breathe. I start licking that vinyl and she unzips it off. She now rubs her big juicy breasts to my face. I feel like a baby spoiled by his mother. Her breasts drive me wild.

She takes her pants of and pushes me on her desk.

“Eat my pussy and ass!” she says while she presses them hard over my face. I obey her every command. I lick her like never before. I can feel her warm juices dripping on my face.  She moves her body slowly while I do my job, my job at which I’m so loyal. I can feel her body contracting harder and harder while I keep massaging her with my tongue. After a few more strokes I could feel her whole body shiver uncontrollably, like a three second pulse after which I could hear her catch her breath again.

She smiles and pets my head.

“You are indeed a loyal employee. Very loyal”.

“Next time maybe you’ll get a treat” she added.

I feel so happy that I could please her. Now I only have to deal with this deep pain I feel down there.

As I want to exit her office she hands me a box of tissues and a small bottle of lubricant.

“You will need these, because you have been such a good slave!”

“Thank you Miss Davis!”

I take her gift and head back to my office. It will be a happy ending after all.

I dial her number and I’m encountered by her voice

“Do you know what time it is?”

“I know it’s late but I can’t sleep”

“You have 20 minute to get here!” – she says and hangs up

I feel a little lightheaded but I put on some clothes, I grab my shoes and get out the door. It’s almost 12:30 and I know gently at her door. She lets me in with a weird smile on her face. She’s dressed in some fancy black high heel shoes, a leather mini-skirt and a tight leather top. Her long blonde hair goes very well with this outfit and her dark eyes seem to be much rested.

She puts both her hands on the back of my head and presses it on her chest. I pull down the zipper and start sucking on her sweet medium-sized breasts. I’m almost biting them as she pushes my head harder into them. She then goes behind me, pushes me with her hands and then I feel something covering my face. It’s some kind of leather mask with holes only for my nose and mouth.

She pushes my head down until I reach her skirt. She then presses my head on her body and I pull up the skirt. Her hands guide my head so that my lips are touching her outer folds and then presses really hard.

“Lick on that, slave!”

I start moving my tongue while I can feel her muscles getting tighter. She presses my head with both hands while I can barely breathe. I can hear her biting her lips as I start to draw imaginary circles with my tongue. I can feel her getting wet.

“Enough, slave!”

“Pull down your pants and sit on this chair!”

I do exactly as I’m told, and as I feel the chair under me, she takes my hands and ties them at my back using the rest as support. She also straps my legs by the chair.

“Do you know what a fleshlight is, slave?” – she asks

“Yes Mistress” – I answer as I remember and email I got once from an online sex-shop

She grabs my manhood and starts stroking it. She then grabs my scrotum and presser really hard. The pain I feel makes my body spasm in agony.

“Are you sorry you woke me up in the middle of the night?”

“Yes Mistress!”

“Will you do it again?”

“No Mistress” – as I answered I feel again that incredible pain all over my body. She is petting me, then spanking me and squeezing me. The pleasure mixes with the pain but my voice starts to groan and adrenaline and anxiety take over my body.

“Please Mistress! I promise I won’t do it again” – I beg her

“Would you like to feel that pussy?”

“Yes Mistress!” – I answer as I catch my breath

She starts pressing the fleshlight on my manhood until it’s all in and then she starts moving it back and forward. As she does this she pours lube on it for a more natural feeling. This really gets me turned on and makes me so hard. She moves that thing with so much precision that I can’t stop building up tension. My breathing gets harder and harder and my pulse accelerates. The only thing stopping me from exploding is her other hand that keep pressing on my scrotum. She’s blocking my climax and she’s really enjoying it.

“Do you want to cum for me?”

“Yes Mistress, please!”

“Maybe I will let you, maybe not!” – she says and I could feel the smile on her face. That satisfactory smile only a Mistress could get from her slave.

She accelerates her strokes, faster and faster as she teases me.

“I want you to cum for me, and I want you to cum really hard! – she says after a minute or so

“If you won’t cum hard I’ll be very disappointed. You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

“No Mistress!” – a dare to answer

I could now feel the squeeze getting weaker … “This is it” I tell to myself. I’m not feeling the fleshlight anymore but her warm hand. She wants to finish the job she started. She wants me to cum for her. As the moments pass I feel a very powerful feeling taking over my whole body. My breath stops for a second, all my muscles are tense and then, with an uncontrollable moan I release my load on her fingers.

“That’s a good slave” – she says while she’s petting me like a puppy – “That’s a good slave”  

Her name is Shirley but she told me to only call her “Miss Payne!”. She is a very hot and sexy brunette with rich long hair and big black eyes. And her fragrance brings so many memories in mind. As our paths meet in the market and our eyes encounter for a second adrenaline rushes throuh my body. I quickly turn my eyes at the floor, careful not to defy her. As we get closer she puts her hand over mine while I hold the shopping cart.

„My place, tomorrow at 8!”

My heart fills with anxiety and my mind with all sorts of fantasies. I don’t even know when I got home. I prepare myself a nice sandwich and I go to bed. I can’t wait for tomorrow. I have to help a friend of mine move his furniture so the second day passes really quick. As is getting closer to 8 o’clock I take a quick shower and put on this new cologne I got as a present. I hope she likes it. I take the stairs for the two stories that separate us and knock at her door.  She lets me in and tells me to leave all my clothes at the entrance. Her authoritarian character takes over even from the start. I obey her every word. She ties my hands with a leather belt and uses a stick to guide my body.

She puts me on my knees while my hands are on the corner of the couch. She draws some sort of sketch on my body with that sick and presses it very firmly. She then moves that stick between my legs and pokes my ass with it. She then goes with it under my tummy and slap me hard with it over my manhood.

“Did you go out with other women, slave?”

“No Miss Payne!”

“Don’t lie to me, slave!”  and as she says this she hits me again with the stick

“Only one, Miss Payne! Only one!”  again I feeling this incredible pain in my body.

“Why did you lie to me, slave?”

“I’m sorry Miss Payne!”

As I try to explain myself to her, she takes off her belt and hits my back hard with it. All my muscles contract and I feel down in incredible pain.

“I’m sorry Miss Payne!”

She gets me back on my knees using her stick as guidance and hits me again over my back and ass. The pain is agonizing. I start begging for her forgiveness.

“Please Miss Payne! I’m sorry I’ve lied!”

“How many women, slave?”

“One, Miss Payne! One!” my voice was ravaged by pain

She then ties both my feet with a rope. She takes that rope over the wall separating her bedroom from her dressing. I start hearing the sound of an electric motor while my body gets dragged upside down, back against the wall. My head and neck are still touching the floor. I’m in the candle position, but why?

She takes a chair and drags it right next to me. She sits on it and I begin to see under her short shirt from where I’m standing. She isn’t wearing any underwear and under this light she looks absolutely amazing.  She starts rubbing my manhood with her moist soft hands

“Did you cum on her face, slave?”

“Yes Miss Payne”

“Oh you naughty slave, now you will get a test of your own medicine!”

Now I understood why I’m hanged like this. She starts rubbing me faster and faster while she looks into my eyes with her gorgeous seductive look.

“You will cum for me, slave! And you will cum hard!”

I try to calm myself down, to numb my senses but I can’t fight it. She knows I’m so aroused. And her hands feel so divine. I wish I could, but I can’t.  She spits on my manhood and keep on massaging it. We both know it’s something no man could resist.  

There comes a time during sexual stimulation where you just can’t stop. We men know this better than anybody. Once you’ve crossed that line, that climax becomes the most important thing in your life and nothing can stop it from you getting it.

As I start moaning, I feel drops of hot pleasure dripping all over my face. I feel as if the earth stopped moving for a few seconds and a hurricane just passed through there.

“That’s my good slave! You made me proud!”

“Thank you Miss Payne!”

I pick up the cell again and dial her number. It’s ringing. Her soft and appealing voice answers my “Hello” with a very straight “Behere by 11!”.

I put on a pair of jeans, a black shirt and some of that perfume I think she likes. As I climb the stairs to her apartment I fantasize about a movie I saw a long time ago, but my mind is interrupted by the sight of her brown metallic door. I knock, it but I’m startled by her sexy voice “turn off the  lights and turn backwards!”.

I obey hervoice, turning my back against the door and she lets me in.As I enter the apartment I feel like invaded by a new fragrance. It’s something I’ve never smelled before, like the dew of forest flowers mixed with the smell of new leather. My heart started pounding really fast. Adrenaline rushed through my body, like almost preparing it to fight an enemy or to run. But no, I choose to stay and be fascinated by her spell. I feel her hands covering my eyes – “Don’t you dare to look!” she says. She pushes me into the wall, head on. I feel her very powerful grip but yet coming from such delicate body. She blindfolds me with a scarf having the same fragrance as hers. I feel her body pushing into mine and her lips almost touching my left ear:

“You will do as you are told, or you will suffer the consequences” – she said with a loud voice. “Do I make myself clear?” – she said again after a couple of seconds…

“Yes!” – I babble

“Yes   who?” – and I feel that intriguing pain of the whip that  does not make me irritated, but makes me bite my lower lip.

“Yes Mistress!” – I say with a loud and clear voice

“Get down” –she says while pushing my head down with her strong grip.

I feel her left leather shoe pressing on my lips. I open my mouth and start licking it; she moves her hands through my hair with approval “That’s my good slave” – she says… “now take it off”. I take off the shoe and start sucking on her toes. She presses her toes deeper into my mouth and for the first time I start hearing her breath louder than my heartbeat. As I continue playing with her toes I feel again that sweet pain over my back. I grind my teeth and continue my duty as a slave. HER slave.

“Take off all your clothes” – she says with a very dominant voice

I don’t even have time to think about it, because I keep feeling that pain of the whip all over my body.

“Yes Mistress, Yes!” – I say as I start taking of my jeans and unbuttoning my shirt.

“Your boxers too!”

I don’t have time to think about anything else because the strokes of the whip are getting stronger and stronger.

“Lie on the bed!” – she says while she’s guiding me to the bedroom

The time I waited on the bed all I could hear were two zippers. I could only hope but then I realized. She is naked too. In these moments I really wish I could see those sweet breasts and round ass, her hair, her eyes, anything; but no, all I could feel was the weight of her body pressing down on my face. For a moment I panicked because I wasn’t able to breathe, but after a few seconds she moved a bit, gave me a chance to gasp for breath and pressed again.  I could feel the might of her whip all over my body, especially where my boxers used to be.

“Move your lips, I have no use for numb slave” – she said

I started licking her hottest spot while feeling that whip biting from my body. Ohh the whip – I love it and hate it at the same time. I could hear her breath again, this time stronger than the last. I could feel her getting wet and it wasn’t my saliva; and so was I. I felt hard. And for the first time tonight, with this last stroke of the whip, I felt pleasure; sexual pleasure. I was licking her and I was getting wet too. From time to time, besides her whip I could feel her hand over there, playing for a couple of moments with it, petting it like it was something precious.

She then got up, took both my hands and tied them to the ends of the bed. Then she did the same with my legs. I could not move. I was powerless. I feel her biting my body and stroking me with the whip but then she stopped. I felt her hand down there, moving gently this time, with precision, with control. It was driving me wild. I kept biting my lower lip and started moaning.

“Stop whining like a little boy!” – she said and I felt again that sweet pain over my chest

I stopped moaning but she didn’t stop playing. I was so aroused; Any time now… any time…

But as my muscles were contracting involuntary she stopped.  She got up and I could hear her footsteps getting farther and farther from the bed.

“Don’t stop! Come back! Don’t leave me like this!” – I said but then I felt the hardest stroke of the whip! Pain! Real pain

“Never tell me what to do”- she said

“Only I decide when you deserve it!” – she added

And again I felt her hand moving and stroking and almost taking me to limit but then stopping. She teased me like that three times … but I was the slave and she was my mistress; I couldn’t complain.

All my muscles were so tense now. All that energy is like a bomb ready to explode. You could almost hear the sound of me biting my lips..

“Please, don’t stop! Don’t stop again! Don’t stop now!”- I said with a cocktail of panic and desire in my voice.

But this time she didn’t. I felt her lips now; her sweet soft lips blessing me in my final moments of battle; her warm wet touch while my body shivered and I exploded in waves and waves of hot pleasure.

“I am a good slave” I said to myself “she must be proud of me”.

I don’t know if there were moments or minutes in the time that followed but I heard those two zippers again. She released my arms and legs. She put a cigar in my mouth and I heard the sound of the lighter. She took me by the hand and we got closer to the door. She took off the scarf that was covering my eyes and whispered to my ear:

“You have my number” – she said, while hearing the sound of her metallic door closing.

As I look outside my window I can see the snow falling over the cars in the parking lot. There’s always something magical about the falling snow and the cold weather outside. I enjoy having a cup of tea by the fireplace. The sweet cinnamontaste and the radiating warmth bring back so many memories. As I was in my twenties, my dad used to tell me so many stories this time of the year. I’m interrupted by the phone. I answer and I hear his voice. I know he’s calling for one reason only.

“Be here by 9!” I tell him while I hit the red button on my cell. I always must be very firm and brief in my conversations with him. It’s the only way I can maintain my position of power, of dominance.

But let me tell you about him. I met him six months ago at the local gym. I caught him staring at my ass while I was on the cardio machine. He smiled and offered to buy me a cup of coffee. He seemed to respect me very much, I knew from the start that he wasn’t like the other guys. We get together occasionally, but I can’t exactly call them dates. I date other men, but it’s not as half as exciting. He gives me a sense of fulfillment that I can’t find anywhere else. For him I’m more than a woman. I’m not his toy, his object… but he is mine. I’m his Mistress. I thrive from his humiliation, from his absolute submission towards me.

As the clock is almost 9 I can hear his knocks on my door. He’s always on time, not once late. That’s another sign of how much he respects both me and this thing we have going. I let him in and tell him to take off his clothes. It’s pretty cozy inside.

“On your knees!”

“Yes Miss Justine!” – That’s how I told him to call me, from a book I’ve read in the past.

I use a stick to push his head towards my feet. I love it when he licks my shoes. As he does this I stroke that stick over his naked back. I can see his body trembling and it makes me feel in control.

I then take his head with both my hands and press it tight to my lady parts. He starts licking my pants and I pet him like a good servant he is. I unzip my pants and pull them down. Now I can feel his tongue playing with me. I press his head harder with every stroke of his lips. I put a collar around his neck that has a chain attached to it. I start walking him through the bedroom, hitting his back occasionally with the stick. I drag him into the bathroom. I take all my clothes off and turn on the shower. On his knees I make him lick my feet and toes while the hot water touches our bodies.

“Suck on my toes!”

“Yes Miss Justine!” he replies while I can feel his warm moist tongue. This feeling drives me crazy, seeing him like the slave he is, doing everything in his power to please me.

I take the collar of his neck and tie his hands with it. I then strap him to the shower support. He’s so powerless right now. I see him very aroused and I start spanking his manhood.

“Do you want a treat, slave?”

“Yes Miss Justine!” he responded with excitement in his voice

“I can’t hear you, slave!” and spank harder his manhood

“Yes Miss Justine! Yes!” he starts screaming

I pour some shower gel into my hands and start rubbing him. I could hear him moaning with my every stroke.

“Do you like that, slave?”

“Yes Miss Justine! Yes! Yes!”

As the excitement builds up I pour some of the gel on my ass and start rubbing that on him really hard. I love being in control. I can feel him really big and hard. He can’t help moaning. He wants it and he wants it bad. I push my body into him as he could almost penetrate me, but I’m only teasing. I wouldn’t ever let him do that.

“Do you want to cum for me, slave?”

“Yes Miss Justine!”

“How much do you want it, slave?”

“Very, very Much Miss Justine!”

I pour shower gel over my breasts and start rubbing his manhood on them. I could read the desire in all his body. But not just yet! I start squeezing his scrotum with power as he agonizes in pain.

“Beg me, slave!”

“Please Miss Justine! I beg you to let me cum!”

“I beg you Miss Justine!” he adds with so much desire in his voice

I finally release my squeeze and all that warm cum floods my breasts as he screams with pleasure.

“You have made Miss Justine very happy, slave!”

“Now clean me up with your tongue!”

This final humiliation turns me on so hard and as I feel his tongue over my breasts I can’t help shivering with pleasure. This tremendous feeling takes over my whole body and mind and I’m again in control.

As the working day comes to an end, I’m getting filled with excitement. I drive home in a hurry and take a long shower, as I need to be completely relaxed for what is to come. As the hot water pours on my body I close my eyes and get flashbacks of my moment s spent with her. Such a gorgeous and delicate woman but also such an authority figure that really knows how to impose respect. The mere thought of her gets me so aroused; I could almost touch myself right now seeing how much I crave for her. But NO! I can’t do this! I won’t do this; not now; not before seeing her. I must be my real self, I can’t spoil my desire. I turn off the water, get dressed and head for the balcony for a final cigar. It’s almost time.

I call a cab and head towards her house. As I open the front gate a feeling of restlessness takes hold of my whole body. My knees are getting weaker and my palms are sweaty. I ring the bell and the door opens. The first thing I encounter is her look. Those green amazing eyes that you can almost feel in the back of your head. That fiery red hair that gets your adrenaline pumping. That luscious body covered by a tight green vinyl costume.

“You are late” – she says with a harsh tone in her voice

“I’m sorry it won’t happen again”

“I know it won’t because now I will make you regret it! My time is very precious, you know!” – she says with an angry look in here bright green eyes “Now take off your clothes, slave!”

I throw my shirt, my jeans and my underwear on her black leather couch, but she pushes me to her bedroom. My eyes stumble upon a weird contraption that resembles something that I saw in a documentary about torture in the dark ages. It looks like a vertical metallic board with wooden frames. She pushes my back on the cold surface. I am a bit alarmed by this new game of hers but there’s nothing I can do now.

She starts wrapping me in cling film to the metallic board. In a few minutes I can’t move my body at all. I’m trapped, like a fly in a spider’s cocoon. The only part of my body that can still move is the one that is getting bigger and bigger with every stroke of her hands. Those silky skin hands.

“You have been a bad slave and I must punish you now” – she keeps on repeating while she’s stroking me with her right hand faster and faster. But I don’t feel punished at all, I feel very aroused…

“Ahhhhhhhh” – my last thought is interrupted by an utter strong pain.  She spanked my really hard down there. It’s a different kind of pain. A kind that I’ve never felt until now.

“Do you want me to forgive you?”

“Yes Mistress” – I begged

I could feel her warm hand again, petting, offering pleasure … only to grind my teeth again twice after two more spanks.

“Will you ever be late again?”

“No Mistress, never”

“Beg for my forgiveness” – she said with a very loud voice

“I beg you Mistress, forgive me”

All the muscles in my body start contracting as she stroke me with something more painful than her hand. I felt her whip in the past, but not there. I’s very painful there.

“No Mistress, please! No more!” – I start begging with a very serious voice

“I will never be late again, I swear!” – I continued to beg

“You better NOT” – she replied as she started again to touch me down there

“Do you think you deserve a treat?” – she added, while she poured some massage oil on her hands

“Yes Mistress!” – I respond with excitement in my voice

She starts giving me the most intense massage I’ve ever felt there. I’m now craving for her touch, as it feels even better than a pair of lips. My whole body is like in a state of trance. I start to ignore every image and every sound and my brain is only focused on this deep, deep pleasure I’m feeling right now.

“Do you want this treat, slave?”

“Yes Mistress, YES!” – I beg her with all my soul “Please, doesn’t stop!”

Her hand is moving faster and faster and I can’t control my moaning.

“Don’t cum without my permission” – she said with her loud crisp voice

I try to control my body but her hand drives me wild. I can feel my abdomen contracting as in the final moments before the storm.

“Mistress,  may  I please cum?”

“Yes you may! Cum NOW! Cum for me!” 

For the next few moments I had no control over my body. It started like a moment of silence, then it felt like a tornado. Waves of pure pleasure gushed out of my body in the most intense explosion I have ever felt while her hand kept a strong grip. Involuntary spasms ravaged my muscles before this complete and absolute relaxation took over. I felt so exhausted but so fulfilled.

She used a scissors to cut the film and set me free. I kissed her hands and grabbed my clothes.

I’ll never forget this night.

The problem with having money is that it gives you power over people, it makes you desirable, it makes people act in ways they wouldn’t normally do. I had lots of women in my life and I’ve fulfilled most of my fantasies. It’s amazing what a ride in a Ferrari could do to a woman. She would do anything and everything to you, and this is what probably bored me. The same routine with almost every woman. 

Every woman, except her.  I could write a whole book about her and still couldn’t find all the words that would express how she makes me feel. And now is one of those moments when I feel just like that. A man with tremendous power and influence feeling so powerless in front of her. I’m on the deck now because she ordered me to. She she’d she had to prepare herself.  After a few moments I will return to the cabin curious and anxious. As I walk the wooden stairs my heart races with excitement as to what surprise she has prepared for me now.

I knock on the door – usually I don’t ever knock on door – but now I’m a nobody, I’m a slave and I have to be obedient.

“Come in” – she says

As I enter de cabin and I’m encountered by a gorgeous police woman in a very tight uniform and wearing a lot of mascara.

“Business or pleasure?” – she asks

“A little bit of both” – I answer

I don’t even get to finish my sentence because she pushes me against the wall and hits me on the back of my knees with her club.

“Are you being a smartass with me, slave?”

“No Mistress! I’m sorry Mistress!” – I say, while the pain still takes over my whole body

She handcuffs my hands behind my back and uses her club to keep me flat against the wall. She then moves that club all the way down my spine. She unbuckles my belt and unbuttons my pant… and pulls them down. She uses the club to take off my boxers as well. As this happens, a freighting though crosses my mind. Especially now as she spreads my legs.

“Is this what you do to your women, slave?”

“Would you like to see how it feels?” – she added

“No Mistress! Please! Not that!” – I started to babble terrified  

I felt something wet and oily pouring on my ass..

“No! No Mistress!” – I begged desperately

She pushed the club with one firm stroke. I felt so humiliated, so naked, so exposed, so helpless.

She started to move that club in and out with very decisive motions. At the same time she then put her other hand on my manhood and started to play with it. At some moment all this pain and this cocktail of sensation started to transform into pleasure. I was getting really hard.

“Do you want me to stop, slave?”

“No Mistress!”

“Do you like me ravaging your ass?”

“Yes Mistress!”

I felt her really enjoying this absolute control she had over me as I could see drips of pleasure falling on the wooden floor right from under her. And I was getting very aroused too.

Her hand went from down there to my mouth

“Suck on those fingers like the slave you are”

And I started licking her fingers and sucking them with my eyes closed. I felt like a real slave. A slave that would do anything to make my Mistress happy… because only she has the key to my secret desires.

“Are you ready to cum for me?” – she asked while she slapped me over my manhood

“Yes Mistress!” – I respond while my body pulses from the pain

“Not without my permission you won’t!” – she said with an even louder voice

She turned me facing her, got down on her knees and started rubbing my manhood over her breasts while her other hand was pushing and pulling that club.

“I want you to cum for me! I want you to cum on my breasts!”

“Yes Mistress! Yes! May I have the permission to cum?”

She poured some of the same oil on her breasts and stared rubbing really fast. I was overwhelmed by the sensation and in a few seconds I filled her breasts with my warm, sticky cum.

This is one encounter I will never forget!

I pour myself another cup of coffee and stare at the kitchen clock. She will be almost here; I better go and get dressed. I’ll wear this leather skirt and this purple leather top. My makeup must be perfect; I can’t ever show signs of weakness. I will also take out this toy, but I’ll tell you about that later.  Did you hear those three shy knocks on the door? It must be her.

I let her in and examine her body, her reactions. I love it when she looks so nervous. She has no idea what I have prepared for her this evening. Her weakness gives me power.  

“Take off your clothes!” I command her

She always does as she’s told. I really like that delicate body of hers. I don’t know if she has a husband of boyfriend that enjoys her but I really don’t care. I only know that twice a month, for a few hours she’s mine and mine only.  

“Lay on the bed, slave!”

As she respects my command I put my body over her face. I don’t have any underwear under this skirt so she has access to my pleasure parts. I like to press hard sometimes, to feel her body desprerately gasping for air. I love beind in control, complete control over her.

“Eat my pussy!” I order her

“Yes Mistress!” I hear from her shy, submissive voice

I start feeling her skilled tongue down there. She’s really gifted at this. It won’t take her longer than three minutes to make me cum, but I never let her that long. I don’t want her to feel like she’s having control over me.  As she moves her tongue and lips I stroke her body with a whip. I love it how it trembles my every touch.  I love the marks it leaves on her delicate body.

I grab her by her hair and guide her off the bed and down on her knees. I walk her through the bedroom holding her hair and ocasionally spank that sweet perfect ass of hers.

„Bend over the desk” I tell her while while she’s obeyng like a the good slave she is.

I put a strap-on – the toy I mentioned earlier – and spread her legs with mine. I start penetrating her really deep and as I do that I can hear her moaning. This is how you feel powerful. This is how men felt for yers and years. Her submisivness really turns me on. I start going faster and she’s dripping wet. I feel like she’s about to cum… but not just yet.

I put a finger in her mouth and make her suck on it. After that I take that finger and press it against her tightest hole. I can see her biting her lips as the finger goes deeper and deeper in there. I start to move it and and I can see her whole body reacting to my every move.

„Did you give this to any man?”

„No Mistress!”

What can make you feel more powerful than getting something that nobody else did? I pour some lube on the strap-on and start going in with a decisive and direct push. All her muscles tensed and a loud scream came out. I started moving and she started moaning. While I was doing this I started to play whit her clit. It was not long until she started to tremble and scream of pleasure. She had an amazing orgasm while I was biting my lips from desire.

„You were a very good slave! Did you like my treat?”

„Yes Mistress!” she said with excitement in her voice

As she got dressed and left my apartment the only thing I could think of was how powerful I felt in those amazing moments. Thank you, Angela!