Panty Sniffers wanted..

I worked out twice today, once at Equinox in Bethesda, and then at home with my two sisters who are visiting.  Because I've got chubby thighs and a chubby booty it sweats down there.  So that means my panties are a tad on the wet side.  The CROTCH that is. Add to that, I've masturbated 3 times today, and rubbed my cum right into the crotch.  So, where am i going with all of this?

Last night I met leo for the 3rd time & went to The Hilton with him, I'd been wearing panties that I'd put on my last night in Ireland.  I wore them out to dance all that night, rolled to the airport in them, I wore them on the plane on a transatlantic flight, and I wore them all the next day while back in the states.  I'd masturbated uncontrollably, so much so, that even I lost count.  They were sweaty, stuck to my ass, and covered in my cum.  Last night leo slept with them covering his face. 

Literally about a month before turning 41, I have since become a total horny whore.  I can't even explain it to myself, but the last few weeks have been mad sessions of masturbating, face sitting, cumming into pantyhose, toe sucking, golden showers, forced cross dressing, CFNM play, and making men sniff my dirty, disgusting knickers.  WTF is going on?

Let's go back to the sniffing and worshiping my panties part....

I'm all into making men my panty slaves.  Sean tells me he loves the smell of my panties because it smells like me, deep inside of me.   Another slave of mine used to inhale them deeply, but if he even grazed his cock with them, he was conditioned to cum right away.  Some slaves like to wear them, after smelling them, and of course after sucking all the 'goodness' out of them.

I want my slaves to crave my used panties.  To think of them as magical and to get conditioned to only cumming when I allow them to worship them, or put them up against their cocks and masturbate into them.  Of course then I'll either gag them with them, or make them suck their own cum back out of them.  I want them to have a drawer of my dirty, stinky knickers that they treasure.

I want my slaves to have no control over how much this object of desire makes them feel.  If we're in the car and I flash them, I want them to think of nothing but pulling over and getting those panties up to their noses.

I want them to scrutinize my panties.  To be able to taste and distinguish each of my secretions, from my pee, my sweat, my cum.  To be able to see an errant pubic hair on the crotch of the undies.  To know how many hours or days I have been wearing them.  To know if my cum is mixed with my husbands cum and has ran out into them.

I want slaves who will walk around my house and do chores wearing only my underwear, and maybe some heels.  I want slaves who will be willing to do absolutely ANYTHING I say, just to get the chance to be near my panties.

Are there any would be panty slaves out there?  Lemme here from you if so!!

Never felt like this before!

Ok, don't get all judgy on me.  Northern Ireland now seems to be the drug cap. of the world.  Or at least Ireland.  Anyway I've never had so many things offered to me in a night club EVER.  And I am not just talking about drugs.  SO, I had been flirting with the idea of trying Ecstasy (E) a while ago - well a week ago actually.   SO, after I knew I had to give up my Irish Citizenship due to the fact that I can now no longer, out drink, out smoke, or out party any of my friends, I figured what.the.hell.  As good a time as any right?  Besides everyone there was throwing them back, several at a time. 

Well now I'm in the car.  Not of my own choice, but from what I can gather, I was doing obscene things. 

What I can remember is thinking how this was the best feeling in the world.  Next feeling was how sweaty I felt, and how I wanted someone to lick my armpits, or underneath my boobies, or more importantly, where my thighs now meet on top of my pussy.  All the places that get sweaty after dancing, drinking and drugging all night. 

I wanted to take off my panties cause I felt like I was squirting cum all over them - I was, but now that they were off, I wanted to have my pussy and ass licked.  I'm sure my ass crack was fucking wet with sweat.

Anyway, it's almost 3am here. And I just wanna go back to the hotel with Sean and get nekkid.  Is this normal behaviour?

BTW no making fun of my spelling errors or bad grammar, I'm fucking wasted.  You're lucky I could find the keys.

My visit to Ireland.

So, I'm here, but wish I was back home in the states!  The night before I left someone turned my blog into wordpress for violating their terms of service agreement - some people really have nothing better to do with their time.  SO, I spent a few hours over the last few days figuring out where to put it, and figuring out how to export my files into blogger.  Luckily, I'm no dummy.

I don't have long, I'm supposed to be getting ready to go out for the night with all my sisters and the rest of our family.  The new url is http://kinkyfemdom.blogger.com so bookmark it, if you wanna keep up with me!

As usual, I've been sending out tweets to my peeps on twitter.  Follow me @MistressNichole

I'll post once I get back home, on the 12th.

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Just plain dirty

Well with just over 1,000 tweets under my belt, I think I've officially gone from "barely dirty, domina" to just plain "dirty domina"!  If you're following my tweets today you can see why!  I:

A) Came on my magic wand while on my period, and was looking for someone to "suck it like a lollipop" to the tune of "drop it like it's hawt"! View exhibit A here.

B)  Took a second picture of my toilet paper after I'd wiped the rest of the cum & blood outta my juicy pussy, and was fantasizing about forcing some poor unlucky bastard (probably @slaveinmd66 cause he's my  newest little pet) to chew it, and suck the deliciousness right outta that stanky T.P!  View exhibit B here.

I really believe that there is a market for all the women out there with hitachi magic wand vibrators, to buy "condom" like covers, so that when we're on the rag, or just being filthy with our toys, that we could just toss them.  Not everyone's lucky enough to have boys with long tongues who can be used like toy cleaner after all!  If anyone wants to patent this idea, I want at least half of the proceeds.  Who am I kidding, I'd own you, and take ALL the proceeds!

SO, if you're not a tweet peep, get with the fucking program loser!  @MistressNichole

Did I mention I'm on my period, and feeling particularly vicious?  I was all set to go out tonight and kick some cock and balls.  Any takers?  I'm going to the gym to work up a sweat, and then I'd like to sink my sneakers into your crotch!

You know what you gotta do, right?  Bye for now fucksticks!

 

 

Cum soaked pantyhose

OK, some back story first.. if you follow me on twitter @MistressNichole you know I ramble on non stop... verbal diarrhea of the mouth really!  So last night @MsJulie_2001 came over to pick up her b'day gifts (although the bitch didn't give me mine) lol.  Our birthday's are a day apart, next week.  She brought some fro yo and we got into PJ's and settled down to watch some "Sister Wives" & "Shameless" on TV.  Don't really remember how this whole me in pantyhose thing really got started, but do know that @jackmannndc sent me a tweet or a Direct Message (DM), and told me he'd jerked off to one of my earlier pictures/posts.  I bantered back n forth & turns out he's not even choosy about the particular kind of hose that he'd get to put his cock up against.  SO, I went to bed HORNY as all hell, couldn't sleep, and got out of bed, put on some pantyhose, and climbed on top of my hubbie.  I wouldn't allow him to fuck me,  but I dry humped his cock through the pantyhose, angling his cock against my now swollen clit, until I exploded.  My cum had been oozing out of my pussy, and through the sheer pantyhose, driving him fucking wild n crazy, but every time he got close, I'd stop, and slap his face really fucking hard until his erection subsided a little bit.  I did this until I literally couldn't cum anymore.

This morning the reminder of the now "hardened" cum on the pantyhose had me horny again.  (I think the 1st day that I get my period I'm like a bitch in heat).  SO... I decided after I'd used my hitachi magic wand and came several times, that even that wasn't enough, so I made sure Sean was in his office, and told him I was coming by with "lunch".  Fuck lunch, I showed up with nothing but me in heels, pantyhose, a wrap dress and coat.  When his clients left I went into his office.  I'd been sitting in his waiting room area, on my phone, tweeting back and forth DM's to various slaves, who were all keeping me very aroused!

Sean's office has a wall of windows that looks out over a very busy, prominent street in Washington DC, and we're about 5 floors up.  He assumed when I arrived "empty handed" that I wanted him to take me to lunch, at that point I dropped my coat, and pulled the tie on my wrap dress.  He immediately got rock hard & wanted to know what I wanted.  It was very simple really.... I love Sean's cock with a passion, we've gone through periods of me abusing it badly, and me treating if with very tender loving care!  LOL.  I've known him longer than my hubbie, so when I say we know each other, I really mean we know each other. 23 years & counting.

I  made him kneel on the floor, and starting at my peep toe, worship his way, VERY SLOWLY up my legs, until his head was right at eye level with my pussy.  Back down I made him go, this time I told him to take his cock out of his zipper and rub his extremely large, hard cock against my pantyhose covered legs.  Bubbles of my cum were exploding through the nylons at my crotch.  I was soooo tuned up!  I made him remove his pants and sit down on his chair, I sat on his lap and squeezed his cock between my thighs, and laid my head back against his chest so he could nibble on my ear & lick my neck.  I put my fingers around the top of his cock and made him lick up the mixture of my cum, and his precum off my fingers.  I was going insane.  Fucking insane!  I really wanted his cock to rip a fucking hole in the pantyhose and plough his cock up into my tight wet pussy, and ride it till I came.... but I didn't.  I promised hubbie.

Instead, I dry humped him & then sat on his desk with my legs spread, and made him finger me until I came some more.  Earth shattering orgasms ensued, and completely blocked out his begging.  Of course I left him with blue balls, and a hard cock.  I want him thinking about me all fucking day and night.

Riding home in my car I have cum dribbling down the inside of my legs, and it felt fucking awesome.

By the way, I went out to Frederick on Saturday night with Peechy & another friend of hers and took a slaves keys to his chastity device.  I'm now the proud owner of my 5th cock.  You can follow him on twitter too... imagine that!  @slaveinmd66 - he was a super nice guy & I really enjoyed getting to know him.

For all of you who keep yahoo IMing me - stop, and join me on twitter!  You can download a free app for your phone, or you can log onto www.twitter.com to get a free account.

 

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OH, and if you liked this, or if you CAME from this, well it would be nice of you to stop by a CVS or grocery store, and pick up any $$ denomination of a "green dot" moneypak - DM or email me the transaction code, and I'll top up my visa/debit card!!  You just take cash to the checkout girl and she'll give you the receipt!  They are usually hanging where all the restaurant gift cards, and iTunes/Store cards are!

Serving Mistress.

"Learning to text"

Mistress Nichole was pissed. "Why on earth should I let you see me, or serve me? You don't even know how to check a text message? Can you read? Do you not have a phone? Or worse, are you some kind of coward? I think you just got cold feet. I don’t have time for slaves that don’t have enough courage to fall to their knees where they belong"

I begged her, "I swear mistress, I never received a text, and it was an accident. There was nothing I could do; I would do anything for you"

"Bull shit! I don’t believe you, I have limited time, and wasting anymore on you would disgust me to no end"

"Mistress, please.. look at my phone bill, there was no text message, I never received it, I swear"

Well this was compelling evidence so Mistress thought about it for a few seconds... .."Be here in 15 minutes, and make sure you bring your phone bill."

I sped across town as fast as I could for the opportunity to prove myself. I got there and I immediately  showed her the phone bill, and she had to admit, that there was certainly no text message on it. He may not be such a liar. Oh well, she thought, there is always time to teach him a lesson.

Mistress had me bend over a chair on her beautiful back porch. I had my pants down around my knees. While she disappeared into the house I was perfectly still. Every sense heightened listening for her return, shaking from the suspense of not knowing what to expect, only expecting the unexpected. I felt Mistress walk up behind me, and she started laughing.

"You have no idea what I am going to do to you...” she said, I could feel her smirking behind me., “What do you think it is? What do you wish it is? Are you down there hoping that I am going to fuck you with a big strap on? Or maybe I am going to spank your lilly white ass? Didn't I tell you, you are not worth my time, or effort?"

With that I felt a hard smack on the ass. It felt like she hit me with a brick, and then the familiar tingling sensation of some lube on my ass crack. Oh my god, I thought she is going to fuck me in the ass. I am so lucky to be here serving her. I felt something start probing my ass, and then all of a sudden, I felt like I was being torn wide open. I felt the familiar feeling of the ring of a plug passing my anus, and snuggling itself in. The initial pain was too much, I was bent over whimpering. I didn’t think I could walk.

"Now crawl after me" Mistress said, and I crawled for what must have been one hundred yards. There I was, completely full of a massive butt plug, whimpering at her feet, while Mistress sat there. She was wearing simple sweat pants, and a loose fitting top. To most she probably looked like an everyday housewife. To me, she looked like the most amazing Mistress I would ever be able to serve. For a second she smiled, and then I was ordered to turn around. She was using my ass a foot rest while she checked her twitter account. Finally, I felt her trainers push down on the plug and force it further in, and I could help but let out a low moan.

"When they are that big, the plug I mean, not your tiny cock, I don’t think you ever really get used to them, I just don’t see how the body could adjust quick enough" Mistress said about the butt plug. "So here’s the deal, you need a lesson in texting, and I need a blog post written.. So start taking notes you fuck up" and she threw my blackberry at me.

"Last night was another hot night for Me, I spent all day and night with a slave, pissing on him, beating on him, humiliating him...." I finally realized what she meant and started furiously filling my blackberry up with her words. What did she say again? "Oh please wait one second Mistress. Please wait".

"What’s that I heard slave?  Wait? Twice you asked me to wait?" I felt her reach down and clinch her fist, and all of a sudden my ass was even fuller, and I was groaning on the floor. Then she clinched her fist again, and I realized she was inflating this already massive butt plug. I thought I was going to pass out if this plug filled me any further...

"I would be careful about how many pauses you ask for slave, you are going to end up with colostomy bag because your asshole will never close again.... as I was saying.. This little whore needed to be humiliated. He craved it, and me and my girlfriends were happy to oblige.... Do you need a second slave?"

"No mistress please continue" I was furiously trying to catch up, but I could hardly take any more pumps of the butt plug.

"We had this little bitch tied up, face down on a bed, and blindfolded. We kept his head down by the foot of the bed. I think he knew he was in for it when the first thing we did was take turns face fucking him with our strapons. Not exactly what he was thinking of as a warm up. I was so wet, that after my third turn ruining this little slut’s face, I had to take the strap on off, and let him tongue me a bit."

Now mistress was walking around dictating every detail. How she made him beg to drink her piss, and then her friends. How shocked he was when he found out one of her friends was not really a she. How she loved watching him whimper when "she" took her turn fucking his face.

She told me every detail about how this little slut had never even been fucked by a strap on, and yet she insisted that the first thing in his ass be the real thing. How she told him that "This doesn’t make you gay, but it definitely makes you my little queer", and "how can you truly appreciate a fake cock, until you have the real thing?"

I had to ask for pauses from time to time, she was getting so turned on talking about it that I wasn’t sure if she was masturbating, or just talking so fast that she was losing her breath. I could have sworn that I heard her coming a time or two, but I also know that I did not deserve the pleasure of hearing her orgasm. Every time I asked for a pause, she would walk over pump the plug another time. After the 5th pump, I was sure that I would break in half, and she turned on the vibrating function. Yet she kept telling her story.

Finally she told me about the end of the night. The slave was in front of her and her friends, broken. His throat and ass were sore from the strap on abuse, and he had cum and piss from all of the participants on his face. She told me how the just thinking about the sight of him was making her weak in the knees. Finally when he felt like he had endured as much as Mistress could possibly make him endure, she had him stand and start masturbating for her.

Start again, stop again, on the edge for seconds that turned into minutes upon minutes. Mistress told me how he fell too his knees and cried out trying to stop himself from Cumming. How he succeeded. Mistress told me how she had cum twice just in the time she had forced him to masturbate.

Finally she told me how she took out a latex glove, and covered it with Icy Hot, and started stroking him ever so slowly. She described how he was shaking in pain. He was not a pain slut, he needed humiliation. She described him begging to be able to wash it off, but she wouldn’t let him. The Icy hot had worn off, and she had still not let him cum. It had been nearly an hour, and he had been so close, so many times. Every time they made him stop he would moan and fall to his knees, and her and her friend would laugh and laugh. Finally, her friends brought in an ice bucket and made him fuck it, until his cock was shriveled up enough to put into a cock cage, and she locked him up.

Mistress finished her story with "once he left, I flushed the key down to the toilet, I do love doing that, I know a gay locksmith that will help remove that lock in exchange for payment anyway".

In all I had been typing on a little blackberry for over 20 minutes, I had my ass pumped 5 times. My cock, which had been locked in chastity for the last 20 days leading up to my first meeting with mistress was dripping all over the tile floor, and was trying so hard to break through the plastic cage holding it back. The vibration of the plug was only making the leaking worse and worse.

"Send it to me fuck up. Right now”. I didn’t even have time to put her last words in about payment, I just hit send as fast as I could. While she was waiting for her email to come through, she told me that she might just be impressed. "You have fast fingers, they might be useful for something, but they need to be accurate as well don't they?" She brought out a riding crop and a length of rope that she tied tight around my balls. As she yanked my balls back in between my legs pulling them away from my cock cage, she took a seat at her computer.

"For every typo you sent me in this text message, I am going to slap these balls with my crop. Now let’s see how accurate you were”.

By the end of the first paragraph, I was on the verge of tears. By the end of the second page, I was in tears. Mistress held true to her threat. Every typo was met with a yank on the rope, and a hard slap across my balls. I couldn’t even see them but I realized that they must be purple and swollen by now. By the time the second page was done, I was shaking in fear of another typo. It had taken everything I could muster not to cry out, and beg for mercy.

When she was completed with her review she let the rope go, and laughed a bit. "Reading about that made me excited fuck up, god that was a hot night.”Come here" She pulled me over to her bed, and I thought I can’t believe my luck, I am going to get to please mistress. "You wish fuck up!! All you did today was earn a chance to see me again, you don’t deserve to even think about tasting me" she forced me to turn around, and she held my head in between her knees, as she masturbated. I could hear the small motor in her magic wand, buzzing as she worked herself over. I could smell her, I could hear her, but I could not see or taste. I was so desperate to taste her, and please her. Suddenly she told me to turn around, and as I did, mistress was squirting all over my face. The first bit caught me right in the eye. Before I knew what had hit me, she had pulled my head into her beautiful pussy, and smothering me there, I felt her hot piss start seeping out right after her cum, slowly filling me mouth. "Don’t you miss a drop fuck up" was all she said. She held my mouth there for five minutes. At one point I tried to lick her, and she slapped my hard across the head. "You only get to drink you fuck up" she said, and again started filling my mouth.

It was like she knew exactly how long it would take for the taste of piss to leave my mouth, and that is when she would start filling it again. By the end of the five minutes, I felt like nothing would ever taste the same, like the flavor of her piss would be with me forever.

When she was done, I bent forward on the floor exhausted, and she quickly grabbed the pump for the butt plug and started pumping it furiously, and I started to freak out. "Relax fuck up. I already released the valve" I was so convinced of her ability to do anything that I hadn’t even considered the idea that she was fucking with me. I was almost hyperventilating. She took mercy on my poor ass and the plug came out with a large popping sound, and I knew my poor asshole would be sore for a week. Mistress gave me a playful slap on the ass, and the grabbed me by the balls. She showed them to me... They were almost as dark as an avocado they had already bruised so badly. "Don’t worry" she said "they might work again", and laughed.

When it was time to go, I fell on my knees and kissed Mistresses shoes thanking her for meeting me. All she said was "the pleasure was all mine fuck up, and I have another fun night planned this weekend. Check your text messages, because I will likely need to do more dictating"

Ball Busting, pee play, rimming & bondage play!

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Foot fetish anyone?

I'd love to spend a morning getting a pedicure, any foot freaks or sissy sluts want to come along?  Now that Spring is finally around the corner I want these toes getting maximum suck time.  I've always wondered what it would feel like to have your cock squished n trampled by my size 9 feet.

Haven't looked at my toes or feet in a while, but love how they wrinkle :-))

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The games my Mistress plays.. I'm a cock sucking, cum eating, piss drinking slave for her.

“A Treasure Hunt”

3 Weeks.  It had been three weeks since Mistress told me that I would meet her. In those three weeks, I had driven countless miles, I had waited in parking lots and bars, and I had been soaked to the core in pouring rain in the hopes of meeting her. I had spoken with her, she had always been just within reach, maybe sight, but I had yet to ever see her.

But this time was going to be different. This time she had given me the address. She had told me where to be, and when, I was finally going to be serving Mistress. Serving her was completely ancillary to just being in her presence. To know she was there watching, regardless if I could see or even hear her was what I desired most.

Of course when I arrived at the assigned location I was 20 minutes early. I had made it a point after just nearly missing her so many times. As I waited patiently in my car, I got the familiar text message.

“Where are you”

“Waiting where you ordered Mistress”

“Good, now give me a call”

As I called her and the phone rang, I started shaking with nervousness.. what could she say…

“Shh girls, it’s the phone.. Hello”

“Hello Mistress, how can I serve you”

“Well, first of all you can leave that ridiculous parking lot you are in, and come to the new address” .. As she listed off my new location, I already had the car in gear. Of course she would defeat my attempt to arrive early and see her. She knows me inside and out, and she hasn’t even met me.

When I arrived at the new location, I sheepishly knocked at the door. A tall women answered the door, and I didn’t know who she was. “Eyes down boy” was all she said, and I put my eyes to the floor as quickly as I could. I was pushed down onto my knees, and made to kneel in the middle of a dimly lit room. I felt a ski mask pushed over my head, and I immediately started sweating and getting warm. I was then given a random phone, and just as I touched it, it started going off.

“Hello”

“Hello slave, I just stepped out to buy some more wine, I will be back in a second, entertain these women as best as you can while I am gone. You will be serving me, by serving them, and I will be there soon”

“Yes Mistress”….

I started hearing the familiar sounds of cameras going off, and I could not figure out what was going on. I was simply kneeling in a ski mask, when I felt my head get jerked around.. I heard another woman’s voice start laughing and then the words that I did not want to hear at all…

“You think she’s really coming back don’t you??? You really are gullible. She is going to the bar with her friends.. of course we know what bar it is, but they might be there for 30 minutes, they might only be there for 10… I guess you had better take care of us so you can get out of here.. huh?”

“Please mistress.. anything what can I do” .

More laughter… they were laughing too much.. “Mistress? Call me queen” was all she said. Soon I knew why, as I felt her cock pressing against the mouth hole of my ski mask.  This drag queen wanted to be called queen then fine.  I didn’t care, I just started sucking and licking with all that I had in me. I had to make this man cum. I licked his shaft, picturing Mistress watching me, enjoying the show. I rolled my tongue under his cock and deep throated him as far as I could. I must have done well because within seconds he was pumping cum all over my ski mask, and into my open mouth. As quickly as he came another cock replaced him. Oh god, I thought how many could there be.. How long could this take.

30 minutes later, I had my answer.. my jaw was so sore after 5 cocks, and my mouth tasted salty. My lips felt cracked from the constant stretching, and my throat was sore from the ruthless face fucking I endured, but at last they gave me the location. I didn’t even take the cum covered ski mask off, until I got to the car. As I took it off, my phone went off…

“Are you wearing your ski mask I bought you slave?”

“No Mistress.. I just took it off.”

“Oh put it back on then. Don't speed, that would be hard to explain to the police officers.. see you soon slave”

“I drove oh so slowly, and at one point deftly worked around a DUI check point.” As I pulled into the bar, I started taking the ski mask off, and then realized that she had never told me to do so. Well, I thought, at least the bar is mostly empty. There doesn’t seem to be many cars. I would not let the embarrassment of a cum soaked face mask keep me from meeting her.

I strolled in the bar, like it was completely normal. I must have looked like a complete fool. The crusty cum covering my otherwise black ski mask. The bartender was laughing already…

“You really came, I thought they were shitting me”.

The bartender was a very, very large women. At least 300 lbs. Where was this going?

“These are for you” she said, as she pointed at the end of the bar. There were four small pitchers full of something that looked like beer, and of course there were two women sitting there behind them.

“Nichole told us you would come here.. this is going to be too fun” they giggled.

I walked over to them, and they started laughing harder…

“Is that cum all over your mask you sick freak?.. You have got to be fucking kidding me. Did you blow a  football team? You are positively covered, this is going to seem appetizing after that.. well maybe”

“Here are four pitchers of piss. 2 of them were filled by us. One of them was filled by our friend the bartender here. And one by Nichole. You told her you would drink a gallon of her piss, just for a glance at where it came from. Prove it slave”

I didn’t think twice. I started drinking the first one I could grab. One of the girls was whispering in my ear now. “Oh does that taste yummy to you whore.. I am on the rag, so there might be a bit of blood in there.. don’t worry I am clean.. Hold on a second, you forgot your garnish.” I put the pitcher down, and she lifted her skirt and removed her bloody tampon, and threw it in my pitcher.

Again, I never thought twice. If Mistress wanted me to be humiliated this way, then I had to endure it. I could hear the cameras taken out, as more pictures were snapped of me. One with the string of the tampon tickling my nose, as I finished the pitcher.

As I reached for the next pitcher, the other girl took her turn to whisper in my ear. “That one should taste familiar.. I have fucked half the guys in this bar tonight. I was so full of cum, it couldn’t help but drip into the pitcher while I pissed in it. In fact.. the last guy used a condom, and I saved it for you” She threw her used condom into the pitcher, and started stirring the pot, so that it was well mixed. Again, more pictures as I chugged as fast as I could.

The obese bartender laughed even harder as I grabbed her pitcher. AS I chugged and chugged, there was no whispering in my ear. Just open laughter. “If you think that tastes good, I need to buy more drinks for Nicole. Next time you will be back here behind the bar eating out my sweaty ass. I have been on my feet all night, and I am sure that would taste great for you”.

Finally, I reached Mistresses pitcher, and reached for it. Instead of grabbing the pitcher, I was handed a phone.

“Thirsty slave?”

“Yes mistress.. so thirsty, please mistress”

“Did you think getting to drink my piss would really be that easy, that you had earned such a pleasure”.

“Please mistress.. please…”

“Back to my little party slave, I am so looking forward to finally meeting you”.

I ran as fast as possible to my car, and paced myself as I drove back to the original site of the party. I knocked on the all too familiar door. As I walked through the opened door, I felt strong hands grab my head and cover my eyes. When they released me, my eye holes had been covered with something that completely blocked my view.

“I am here”

Oh my god, that is Mistresses’ voice. Mistress is here. At least I think it’s her voice. I have never heard it except on the phone, oh god this was too much.

“Please mistress. Please…..”

“Shut up” said Mistress.. except it wasn’t mistress. This time it sounded more mechanical, almost like a tape, and before I could finish my thought, the tape continued. “Last time it took you 30 minutes to make them cum. You have 20 minutes now, or you won’t be seeing or hearing me tonight, maybe never….”

I was already on my knees searching for a cock to suck, reaching out into the darkness. I was desperate to earn my way. I found one, and took it into my mouth. I would do anything to see her, to hear her. I sucked with all I was worth, after only a minute, I made a decision I knew she had already made for me. I made the decision she knew I would make. I took my mouth off of this cock, and started stroking it. I started begging anyone in the room. “Please.. please fuck my ass. Please fuck me in the ass as hard as you can. Please Queens, please fuck me”.  I was begging these queens to fuck me, just so that they would cum. I would stop at nothing to make my deadline. Working two at a time, was a struggle, and took all of my focus. I sucked as hard as I could focusing on the head of every cock, milking the other cocks in the room with my hands as best I could. Shortly after I felt the fourth load pour into my throat, I heard the tape continue.. “Oh slave, you only have 2 minutes left”.

I started rocking my hips back onto the cock buried in my ass, and squeezing it as tight as I could with my sphincter. It hurt, and I felt like a cheap whore, but I could not bear the idea of another night in denial of being near her, serving her, seeing her. I was penetrating myself as deeply as I could, and this man had basically stopped moving, and was grunting loudly.. The countdown started “60 seconds then 59, it seemed to accelerate, at 45 seconds, I squeezed the cock in my ass as hard as I could, and I heard the man fighting his own orgasm. 40 seconds.. then I felt him spurt and groan loudly as he filled my ass with cum. 30 seconds the tape said, and I reached for my ski mask to take it off.. as I pulled it over my eyes, all I could hear the human voice again, what was she saying? ..

“Maybe next time slave” and then the click of the door.

Kneeling in front of 5 drag queens, my ass leaking cum, and my ski mask covered with it, I cried at her cruelty, and tried to find consolation in her beauty. I desperately tried to convince myself that she was more than worth it. It didn’t take much convincing.

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Prostitution Whore! How I became a cum slave to pay for my Mistresses shoe habit.

“Mistress Loves Shoes”

I was so excited. Mistress was finally going to meet me. I had arranged for a lunch meeting, and was sitting nervously at work, when the text came in…

“Change of plans. Meet me at the shoe store in half an hour”

“Oh shit” I said out loud… it was only 9:30, and I had to get moving… “Wait, what shoe store”… a quick internet search left me hopeless, so I guessed at one near her, and ran to my car. 15 minutes into my drive to the store…

“Don’t be a fuckhead.. if you need further instructions ask for them here is the address….” As I set my navigation it said I would be there just in time.. “holy shit, I hope there is no traffic”… When I got to the shoe store, I looked around a fairly empty parking lot 2 or 3 cars, it must have just been opening. I walked in, and that’s when I first set eyes on mistress.

She was gorgeous, and standing near the back looking at absolutely wicked high heeled boots. There were only two people at the registers, and a couple of other shoppers in the far back of the store. The store was huge; this place is like the Wal-Mart of shoes I thought.. I double timed it back to Mistress so that I wasn’t late….

“Hello slave” she simply said. I was dumbstruck, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t think. I fell to my knees right there in the aisle. Hidden by the rows of shoes,  I gently place a kiss on her stocking feet (she must have been trying on shoes). Finally, I mustered the words… “Thank you so much for even meeting my Mistress, I couldn’t possibly be worthy of such an honor”.

“Stand up, and tell me what you think slave” she said as she picked up a stiletto healed boot. They were lovely black leather, coming just about the knee, with a sharply pointed toe. I thought about how it would feel if Mistress were ever to bury that toe in between my legs. “They are exquisite Mistress” was all I could say. She handed them too me, and started heading into the back sections of the store, as she sat down on the bench she instructed me to put them on her.

I grabbed the soft supple leather and started to guide her beautiful, sexy feet into the boot. As I pulled them up her calf I got more and more excited as my hands inched further up her calf and thigh. Finally I ended just a few inches above her knee. She had hiked her flowing sundress up ever so slightly so that I could see a bit of her creamy thighs and wonder just what an honor it would be to kiss them, and trace my way up to what I could only dream of. I looked up to see the slightest smirk on her face as if she had known exactly what I was thinking. Knowing her I am sure she did. As I put my hand on the zipper by her ankle, she told me to stop.. “No hands slave, be creative”.

Here I was in the middle of a public store, there was no one around, but still, what if someone saw, how could this be explained. I leaned forward and grabbed the zipper in my teeth, and struggled to slowly inch the zipper up her leg. My god what if one of the employees walked by? What if someone saw? When I finally reached the top, I was so thankful to be done without being seen, but then I realized where my head was... I didn’t want to be done; I wanted my head to rest there in between her knees, and to dream of what could be.

“enough lingering slave… next boot..Now!”. I quickly turned my attention to her other boot. I slowly pulled it up her leg, being as gently as possible.  I didn’t even attempt to use my hand on the zipper. “To hell with it I thought, I am so close to her skin, I am not going to worry about being seen” I didn’t rush the job, I tried to enjoy the moment of serving her. Just below her knee, we were spotted by a passing customer. I barely saw them as they walked away quickly. “Fuck” I thought.. “management is going to be here any second…”What the hell are you doing.. finish the job” was all Mistress said, I was struggling, in a rush, and she slapped my across the face. “Concentrate on me, idiot, not your ridiculous situation”… As I finally inched the zipper to completion I looked up at Mistress.

Instead of a smile of approval, or a scowl of disappointment, it was as if Mistress wasn’t even looking at me. She was looking over me, and something behind me, and she had a smile on her face. “Can I help you she said” I turned around, and realized that the customer had returned, and was watching the show. I think quickly realized, that what I thought had been a female customer, was obviously not.

“She” was wearing a loose fitting dress and a wig, that made her look silly, but she was clearly a very heavy man dressed in drag. “She” was holding a similar pair of boots, I presumed to try on, and was simply staring at Mistress. “This is my slave” Mistress said, “He aids me in trying on boots”…

“I see” said the drag queen. “I love those boots on you by the way, I have picked out a similar pair”.

“Well let’s see them on you then.. please take my seat” Mistress invited.

I was completely focused on mistress as she pranced around in her boots. She looked like a goddess. They accentuated her lovely legs, perfectly. The ended at just the right spot. Not as risqué, as thigh highs, and not as tame as an ankle boot. They were incredible. As I stared at her beautiful feet,  I saw them walking closer, and then I looked in paralyzed fear as she kicked me squarely in the balls….

“What are you doing slave… put our guests boots on” I turned around and realized I was still at the foot of the bench, and where my beautiful mistress once sat, was now an obese transvestite, with thigh high stiletto boots.. I looked at the boots, and thought “no chance” these are going on. He had a strange build, with a big bear belly, and skinny legs, but still, these couldn’t possibly fit.

Another quick kick to the balls from behind me, and I had picked up the boots, as I struggled to pull them up his leg, my hands were reaching farther and farther up his thigh. My one hand slipped a bit, and I found it resting on his rock hard cock. He was truly enjoying this, when I finally got it on, I was sweating from effort… I didn’t even wait for mistress to tell me what to do, but I still paused.. without even looking back, I simply begged “please mistress”. This kick was harder than the previous two, apparently the begging had angered her.

“You know how to treat a lady, and you will treat this princess as a lady” she simply stated as she pushed my head down to his ankle. I pulled as hard as I could.. My jaw was aching as I made amazingly slow progress. I heard the man Moan slightly and breath heavily.  He was truly enjoying this. As I passed his knee, I saw that his rock hard cock was had escaped through the side of his girly panties, and was pointing straight at me. I pulled and tugged at the zipper, just wanting this to be over. I could hear mistress chuckling behind me. What was probably only 5 minutes felt like 5 hours as I pulled with my teeth, and as I finally reached the top, I released my grip and tried to straighten out my head to relieve my sore neck, and my lips briefly brushed past his engorged cock. Apparently that was enough for “her”, as she started pumping hot cum out of her cock all over my face. Mistress was in full on laughter at this point. “she” had silently built herself to the point of orgasm, and then cum all over my face right there in the store. I wanted to cry, or throw up or both.

I backed away as fast as I could, and Mistress came over to me, and told me my face was a mess. She wiped me up with a tissue from her bag. “Thank you mistress for cleaning me up” was all I could muster through what felt like looming tears on my part.

“I didn’t clean you up” she said as she reached down and grabbed my balls.. “Open” she said as she yanked on my balls some more, and placed the filthy piece of Kleenex in my mouth. “now chew… no.. Don’t try to swallow, savor the taste of his cum”… She made me stand there in the store chewing the Kleenex like a piece of bubble gum for 5 minutes, until the Kleenex had completely dissolved, and my mouth tasted like salty sperm.

The entire time, I couldn’t even look at her, I just stared at the floor, too humiliated to even see if anyone was watching, too humiliated to look a dog in the eye, much less look at Mistress. When I finally looked up “she” was gone. I was completely oblivious to her even leaving. We walked to the front of the store to pay for her boots, and the clerk, told me that there was a gift card waiting for Mistress to pay for her boots, the previous customer had purchased them for her.

As we walked out of the store, Mistress looked at me and laughed… “I just realized something.. I just whored you out, and you had never met me before this morning.. and you are now a fucking prostitute, what a pathetic excuse for a man you are, you made a man cum, and he gave me shoes for it, and you didn’t even get a cut, you aren’t even a two dollar whore, you are just a fucking slut whore”.

“Mistress, I said I would do anything for you. I can’t believe that just happened, but I stand by what I said, I just need to deal with this right now. How did you do it.. how did you know I would be able to be here, how did you arrange for your friend to meet us”

“Oh.. “she” wasn’t a friend until about 20 minutes ago slave, but don’t worry, I got her number, and I will make sure next time you won’t need a tissue to clean up after her. You know prissy little girls like her really love having their assholes licked, didn’t you tell me how much you love ass worship?”

All I could do was hang my head and resign myself to my fate. I knew that serving her meant in any way she desired, with anyone she desired. Even as my head spun and my emotions ran wild trying to make peace with what had just happened, and what she just said, my rock hard cock told the singular truth that my desire, and cock belonged to her, and she knew it.

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Another week went by before Lady M sent me a terse email telling me to call her to schedule another visit. Although somewhat nervous during the call I was also aroused and found myself with a somewhat painful erection being restrained by the tight jeans I had on by the time I hung up the phone. Once again, I was summoned to the home of Lady M to submit myself sexually for her kinky entertainment.

Those of you who read my earlier stories know that I first visited her when she responded to an ad I placed on the Washington, DC Craigslist seeking a Clothed Female -- nude male scenario. CFnm is one of the most exciting situations I can find myself in. As a computer repairman with my own business, I offered free service to any woman who would allow me work in the nude.

She not only took up my offer but allowed me the exquisite pleasure of performing cunnilingus, bringing her to several climaxes. Without question, I absolutely love to bury my tongue into a woman's damp and hairy pussy, licking feverishly to bring her to a climax.

On the second visit, she had me perform extended analingus on a friend of hers, a large lesbian who only wanted my tongue on her asshole. This lady, Mistress Dominique, capped off our time together by using my mouth as a receptacle for hot and tangy piss.

For this visit, I knew only to expect that she would use me for her pleasure and amusement; the specifics weren't mentioned on the phone and I knew better then to ask. Previously Lady M had said that she would force me to become a cocksucker of a friend of hers. Although I was deeply ashamed of my desire to do this, I was also exceptionally aroused.

As on my previous visits, she led me into the room she used as an office, a former bedroom in her home. She simply pointed toward the closet and told me to sit before her computer at the desk after I had stripped.

She was wearing a flowing dress and her ample shape was somewhat obscured by it. This was a disappointment to me since she is the classic definition of a Big, Beautiful Woman, or BBW. I love large women, especially those with wide hips and a large butt; I find their shape incredibly arousing, the more so if I am laying on my back and they are standing or squatting over me. As I indicated, I am also turned on by the humiliation of being completely naked in the presence of a woman who is completely dressed. My disappointment was that I couldn't enjoy the large pear shape of my lovely Mistress with the dress she had on; previous outfits had accentuated her hourglass curves, this one hid them.

After a few minutes Lady M re-entered the room and sat beside me, in front of her monitor. Part of me was hoping that her male friend would be present, but I tried to hide my disappointment. As on previous visits she reached over and logged in, quickly navigating to her large collection of photographs. Almost all of the images were related to Female Domination, male submission, Bondage and similar themes. She had most of them carefully cataloged and filed. The files bore names such as "CFnm", "Humiliation", "Golden Showers", and "Forced-Bi" and so on. She also had a large number of unfiled images and it was my job to assign keywords and file them correctly.

On my last visit I had been performing this task and getting aroused while looking at the images. I was sitting at the computer, completely naked, while Lady M sat beside me, completely dressed. From time to time she would reach over and fondle my semi-erect cock, sometimes stroking it to the point it would harden completely and a bit of pre-cum would leak from the head. Invariably, she would scoop this up with her fingers and bring them to my lips, commanding me to suck her fingers clean.

While doing this I was startled by a woman's voice behind me. It was then that I was introduced to her lesbian friend, Dominique. As I mentioned, I spent the rest of my time that day worshipping Dominique's asshole and being rewarded by a shower of her hot golden essence, straight from her very hairy and moist vagina.

On this day, Dominique did not make an appearance, but Lady M reminded me of that humiliating episode and commented on how eagerly submissive I was. The fact that I would willingly consent to tongue the asshole of a complete stranger, a very heavy lesbian at that, a woman who had no use for men whatsoever, and then beg to be degraded further by drinking down her hot and tangy golden nectar was proof that I couldn't possibly be a real man. A real man would never submit to things like that.

We had previously skirted around the subject of male homosexuals and bisexuality. I had been very aroused by a photo of a fat middle-aged white man, similar to me, on his knees sucking the cock of a young, muscular black man while he sat comfortably in a chair.

Lady M had commented on my arousal. I had admitted that, although I considered myself to be straight, the thought of being forced to submit to another man and perform such a degrading and submissive act was a powerful turn-on. I would not actively seek a one-on-one situation with another man, nor would I wish to have my ass fucked, but if a woman were to direct me to use my mouth for his pleasure, I would secretly love to be treated in this way.

Today, several of the images included submissive men performing oral sex on Dominant men. My pathetic little cock was rock hard, and I ached for the opportunity to stroke it, although I dared not. Lady M teased it a bit and asked me if I was truly willing to submit to another man. I confirmed that I most certainly would, if it amused her to have me do so.

She then dropped the subject and ordered me to her bedroom. She got on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed and lifted the flowing dress over her hips. I found myself standing beside the bed staring at the pink rosebud of her anus. It was surrounded by curly little hairs, going from the space between her ass cheeks forward to the bottom of her pussy.

My nostrils filled with the pungent aroma of a very aroused woman and I longed to bury my tongue in her asshole. Instead she commanded me to stand and masturbate for her, while thinking about sucking a hard and sweaty cock. She said that I was to stand close and shoot my spunk onto her ass, aiming for the space between the cheeks.

Unfortunately, I came after just a few strokes and covered her rectum with globs of hot and creamy cum. She then immediately ordered me to bury my face in her ass and lick up every drop of cum. While I did so she began to speak to me, telling me to imagine that I was actually licking up another man's cum, a real man's cum. Despite having just exploded in a powerful climax, my pathetic cock was rock hard as my imagination fell into compliance with her description.

Soon after I finished licking her ass clean of every drop of cum, she ordered me to get up on the bed and lay flat on my back. She repositioned herself so her damp cunt was right over my face and slowly planted it on my mouth. She commanded me to start licking. Within seconds she leaned forward into a sixty-nine position. Instead of sucking on my wimpy dick she grasped it with her hand and began to slowly masturbate me.

She told me that the idea of forcing me to orally serve a man at her direction was very arousing and she wanted to use me to get her off before her guest arrived. Her guest? My brain began to wonder if my secret desire would come to life, after all.

Lady M was very aroused and, although I usually spent over an hour worshipping her hairy pussy through multiple climaxes, today she pulled her hot wet vaginal lips away after one small climax.

She had me bring a warm moist washcloth from the bathroom and gently clean her juices away, followed by gently patting with a soft and fluffy towel. I was still semi-erect and my face was covered with the juices of her essence when the door bell rang.

She instructed me to follow her to the living room and to step forward and open the door.

The man who stepped into the house was the perfect model of powerful masculinity. He was tall, with an extremely handsome face and a very muscular build, barely contained under his polo shirt. As he walked past me with barely a glance I couldn't help but to stare at his perfectly sculpted ass cheeks, covered by a pair of tight fitting slacks. He looked as though he had stepped from the pages of a fashion magazine and undoubtedly could have made a very good living as a professional model.

He greeted Lady M with a passionate and lingering kiss; clearly not just a casual acquaintance. When they broke free from their embrace, Lady M ordered me into the kitchen to prepare coffee.

It took a few minutes for me to brew and prepare a serving tray. By the time I returned to the living room they were sitting side-by-side on the sofa, chatting and laughing and having a great time. Lady M did take a moment to introduce me as her sissy slave and told me I was to address her unnamed guest as Master.

Master asked me step closer so he could get a better look. I was nervous and my little dick had gone limp while I was in the kitchen. Master picked it up with one hand and pulled it to one side. With his other hand he fondled my scrotum and gently massaged my balls. He then had me turn around and bend over at the waist, telling me to spread my ass cheeks apart. Once again he reached between my legs and fondled my nuts, but this time he used the index finger of his other hand to play with my asshole.

He didn't probe too deep, just to the first knuckle, but it was unexpected and un-lubricated, thus it was uncomfortable. Despite the discomfort I was aroused by the humiliation of allowing a complete stranger to finger fuck me this way and was further degraded by his impersonal manner. Upon questioning, I admitted that it was slightly uncomfortable and that this was due to the fact that I was an anal virgin. At this point Lady M told him that while I was a promising candidate as a slave, I had not submitted to all of the possible humiliations she could impose. Someday she wished to see Master fuck me in the ass, but today was not it, as I was not ready. Today she wanted to have Master train me to become a good sissy cocksucker.

Master replied that he was getting hard at the thought of it and, despite my fear, so was I. He pulled his finger out of my ass and told me to turn around and face him once more; as I did the state of my arousal was evident to both of them.

Master stood up and removed his slacks and boxers. He then sat back on the sofa with his large ebony cock standing up obscenely between his thighs. He instructed me to get down on my knees and crawl forward to him. I was about to reach for his monstrous cock when Lady M uttered a single word: "Stop!"

She ordered me to get up and retrieve her long blonde wig from the bedroom along with a tube of lipstick she had set beside it earlier.

When I returned, she put the wig and lipstick on me. My pathetic dick had gone limp and yet I was aroused at the same time.

When everything was in place, she told me to get back on my knees, crawl forward to Master and beg to suck his manly tool.

"Please Master; may I prove what a pathetic sissy I am by being allowed to suck on your beautiful cock?"

"Please allow me to lick every inch of it and suck it until you reward me with a powerful blast of your salty cum."

"Please Master; fuck my face for your pleasure."

As I was begging for this humiliation Lady M was getting aroused herself, as her hand had reached beneath her dress and she was playing with her clit.

Finally, Master grabbed my head and pulled it into his crotch.

I held the base of his cock with one hand while I used my tongue to lovingly and slowly lick up the sides of his shaft. I started at his balls and worked up to his large throbbing head. I was licking the sweat off and I found that I loved the warm, salty taste of his perspiring manliness. After a few minutes of this I took his cockhead into my mouth and began to suck.

I sucked slowly at first, only able to take in the first few inches of his magnificent ebony penis. While sucking I worked my tongue on the underside of his glans, stimulating an even more forceful erection.

Gradually I picked up the pace and soon I was bobbing up and down on his cock like a pretty little porn star.

I worked at it for quite some time before I felt the pulsating muscle spasms that signaled an impending eruption of jism. This caused me to suck even harder and to pick up the pace. Finally he grabbed the back of my throat as he started to blast his hot gooey cum into the back of my throat. I kept sucking for all I was worth, trying to draw out each last drop of semen.

Finally he slumped back onto the sofa and let go of my head. Then I began to slowly and gently lick all traces of cum from his cock. Being male, I know just how sensitive the head of my cock is after I come, so I was careful not to cause discomfort by licking too roughly. When I finally pulled away, I could see that Master had that dreamy post-orgasmic look in his eyes. I knew I had served him well.

Lady M was very aroused by this show and called me over between her thighs, so I could lick her to another climax. After she came she pushed me away.

For an hour or so, Lady M and Master sat together in the living room and talked quietly. She had instructed me to go back to her computer and continue filing images into the appropriate folders.

When they were done chatting, Lady M said that she and Master were going into her bedroom to make love. I should be ready the moment that she called me, to enter and lick them both clean.

First however, Master needed to pee and she wanted to demonstrate the degree of control that she had over me. I followed her to where Master was sitting, still on the sofa. She had me get on my knees again and crawl forward. I was to beg again, only this time for the great honor of drinking his hot pee.

After a moment of degrading myself this way, he commanded me to open my mouth. Lady M wanted to actually see the piss flowing into my mouth, so she asked Master to keep the head of his cock an inch or two from my lips. After a pregnant pause, the stream of golden nectar shot from the head of his cock and straight down my throat. It was all I could do to drink it down without choking on it, but somehow I managed. As the stream lessened in intensity, I leaned forward slightly and swallowed the head of his penis. This way he wouldn't spill a drop and I would lap it all up and lick him clean.

Lady M laughed and called me "Toilet boy" and said how disgusting I was, but I could tell that she really enjoyed the show. She then had me lay flat on my back on the floor. She stood over me and slowly lowered her damp and hairy pussy until it was clamped over my mouth. Without a word she also began to pee. I eagerly swallowed every drop, savoring the taste and the humiliation; my little dick was once again rock hard.

After I licked her clean she stood up and went with Master into the bedroom.

It seemed like hours as they made love, but eventually she called me into the room. They were laying beside one another, flat on their backs. Master's large cock was still semi-erect and was curved over onto his thigh, glistening with her pussy juices and his cum. She commanded me to crawl up onto the bed and lick him clean. As before, I was very gentle since I didn't want to cause him any discomfort. I spent several minutes licking up and down the length of his shaft and sucking the remaining cum from the head of his cock as it still leaked out.

Amazingly, he once again became erect with the touch of my tongue and soon grabbed my head again and demanded that I suck him to another climax.

Since this was his third orgasm it took a long time to coax the cum from him and the amount was barely a third of his initial blast. Again I continued to suck and lick his now spent cock until he was completely clean.

During this entire episode Lady M was lying beside us and idly playing with her pussy. When Master was completely clean, she rolled over on top of me and firmly planted her wet and sloppy pussy over my mouth. She instructed me to reach my tongue as far up into her pussy as I could, so as to lick out every drop of Master's cum. She too became aroused again and continued to sit on my face, her gaping pussy lips covering my mouth's lips. After a while I could no longer taste Master cum; it was replaced by Lady M's slick pussy juices, the elixir of life. Eventually she too came again and shuddered as one last powerful orgasm shook through her body. She rolled off of me a spent and satisfied woman.

I was in heaven. The day had included every fantasy I had of being humiliated and degraded by serving both a man and a woman in the most intimate way possible. Lady M dismissed me saying that I had done well and that she would contact me soon. I could hardly wait!

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Financial Domination

Financial Abuse... it's a GREAT fetish to have, and even better for me to satisfy!  Unfortunately paypal no longer accepts cash payments for "adult" orientated services.  BOO.  That's ok, Money Pak/Green Dot does!

Since spending almost 2 weeks in Atlanta with my friends, and going a little overboard with my spending, it's time for you to pay up.

We went shopping at a great fetish store near Atlanta, GA last night, (unfortunately, I had too many screamin' Nazi's to remember the name), but do recall putting yet another loser male into an awesome chastity device ($400), and then flushing the key down the toilet.  God I love seeing the look of sheer fucking horror on their faces when that happens!  Twice in one week, no less.  lol.

I then recall, albeit vaguely, raping another poor bastards face, riding it hard and long until I came (and I'm pretty sure I perhaps also peed all over him) because my shoes were wet.  (See those had to go in the bin, and I now need more money to buy another pair).

Anyway, Mr Chastity came home with us, along with this sub who has such low self esteem,  a really hard cock, and a tongue that rocked for hours.  Myself and my 6 girlfriends put some newspaper sheets down on the floor, stripped Mr low self esteem, and then we all put our marks on the newspaper where we wanted him to shoot his cum to.  It turned into a bit of a jack n jill party, where we all came.... except for Mr Chastity, whose key was flushed and who was crying cause his cock hurt so bad.

I twittered about some of the other things that happened while I was in Atl.  One being walking into a complete strangers home for dinner to find her enjoying a deep licking, spread wide open, with her DOG going to town.  AND no, DOG is not a derogatory name for her "slave".. it was actually her dog.  Left me a bit speechless, and hiding on her front porch until I could gather myself together!!  During dinner I found out that this isn't as strange or uncommon as one would think!  The following day we went to a dog park - and yep you guessed it, it was a park full of pervs who are into Bestiality.   My mind was blown, but hell, I actually wouldn't mind watching some of that shit.

BUT, back to "financial domination"... It's  just another of those "humiliation" fetishes that I love to play around with.  For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, well quite simply - Erotic humiliation is the consensual use of psychological humiliation in a sexual context, whereby one person gains arousal or erotic excitement from the powerful emotions of being humiliated and demeaned, or of humiliating another; often (but not always) in conjunction with sexual stimulation of one or both partners in the activity.

Humiliation comes into its own as a sexual force when the submissive seeks the humiliation over and above the means; for example, when being spanked is primarily valued because of the belittlement involved. As such, it encompasses a range of paraphilia, in particular foot fetish or shoe fetish, body worship, spanking, bondage etc., It can be as basic as the desire to kiss and massage feet as a precursor to sex or servitude, or it can be complex, involving roleplay or public displays of subservience.  What's yours??

There are many scenarios which may be considered as giving rise to sexual humiliation. Some scenarios may be based on verbal abuse and others on physical aspects.

Verbal aspects might include:

• Reduction to Human animal roleplay or human pet, referring to these individuals as pet, dog, girl, bitch, or making them eat and drink from pet food and water bowls.


• Verbal belittlement, such as "slave", "boy", "fuckwad", "asshole", "pet".


• Insults and verbal abuse, such as "fat", "ugly", "stupid", "worthless".


• Degrading references, such as "slut", "tart", "bitch", and "whore".


• Racial or ethnic slurs


• Slighting of body parts or behaviors, such as disparaging or cruel references to breasts, facial appearance, genitalia or genital size, bottom, and slighting of mannerisms such as walking, responsiveness, standard of self-care.


• Having to ask permission for everyday activities such as going to the toilet, spending money or eating.

• Small penis humiliation, where scorn is addressed over the supposed inadequacy of the adult male's genitals, or his inability to please a lover, and his penis becomes an object of derision.


• Mockery, derision, and ridicule.


• Being scolded like a child.

Physical and tangible aspects might include:

• Ejaculating, spitting on or slapping the bottom's body, especially the face.


• Performance of menial tasks or abusive workload, such as cleaning the floors with a toothbrush.


• Frequent performance of passive-aggressive sexual services for the dominant, such as erotic massage, cunnilingus, analingus,  without expectations of reciprocal acts or intercourse.


• Specific rituals and affectations to be adopted. This includes displays of subservience, such as lighting cigarettes, walking a pace behind the dominant, only speaking when spoken to, kneeling or prostrating in front of the dominant when expecting orders, eating only after others or on the floor, low status place to sleep, and a wide variety of body worship activities such as kissing or licking the dominant's feet, boots, buttocks, anus, vulva, etc. to express acknowledgment, subservience, shame, or even positive emotions such as happiness or excitement.


• Suppressed freedom of movement and/or privacy. This may include never being able to leave the room in which the dominant is present without permission, having the dominant watch while the slave or submissive uses the toilet, being forbidden to leave the house or 'dungeon' in general for the duration of slavery or servitude, etc.


• Detailed punishments for a variety of 'infractions' or misbehavior, such as having to stand in a corner facing a wall for several hours, flogging or whipping, reduced rations, or forced exercise.


• Spanking, whipping, restraint or other BDSM activities such as cock and ball torture (CBT).


• Prohibitions or restrictions on clothing, even in public. For men, a particularly powerful sense of humiliation may be achieved through forced feminizing or cross-dressing. Both sexes may be expected to go completely nude, with decorative objects such as collars, bands, tiaras, or cuffs being the only exceptions.


• Use of chastity belts or other means of erotic sexual denial.


• Wearing of external signs of "ownership", such as a collar.


• Having friends, family or strangers aware of or witnessing one's treatment (i.e., public humiliation).


• Erotic objectification, where the bottom is cast in the role of an object, such as a footstool.


• Embarrassment.


• Male forced anal penetration.


• Cuckoldry, taking on a third party lover to humiliate the bottom as an expression of the relationship between the top and the bottom.


• Having to ask permission to orgasm during sex or masturbation.


• Forced to wear a gag or restraints on the body.


• Financial domination, where usually a submissive (or money slave) will give gifts and money to a dominant. The relation may often be accompanied by other practices of BDSM, but there may be virtually no further intimacy between the individuals.


• Forced masturbation in an humiliating manner.

SO, if you want to amuse me - then go to the store (find a list here - http://bit.ly/eV0QdV  ) pick up a green dot / money pak reload, and then send me the 16 digit transaction fee for me to pad out my debit card!  Voila.  Untraceable - use your credit card at the grocery store, cvs, 7-11, Walmart and nobody is any wiser about what you bought!

I want a new leather corset and matching skirt, before leaving Atlanta, and those things cost $$$

Skip to it now boys... we'll see who listens, and who doesn't.

Mistress Nichole.

Two Hundred Pounds give or take

Yes,  you read that right.  The last time I got on or near a scale I weighed in at 204lbs.  Via weight watchers.   I haven't always weighed this large amount, and there have been other times when I've weighed 42lbs more than that.

No matter what my weight, I always seem to have a bigger sense of self esteem than I perhaps should.  I think I'm HOT on my worst days.  (Delusional is what others would probably say).   Don't get me wrong, there are days when I feel overwhelmed by it all, even hating how I look, and wishing that I had enough interest to go the gym and spin my weight off like I'd once done before.  Or that I'd magically wake up and HATE the taste of  potato chips & chocolate.   I mean there are people who don't ever touch junk food, right?

Most of my "skinny" friends don't feel cravings for it at all.  However, most of them do one or all of the following things; illegal drugs, weight loss pills, appetite suppressants, smoke a pack of cigarettes a day, work out 4 hours every day, drink pots of coffee & starve themselves.  They seem happy though.  I usually wind up with the jitters, a massive migraine, and feel like shit if I do any of those things, and, if I did them all, well let's just say my heart would probably explode from high blood pressure, and that would be that.

So I know you're probably wondering where  I carry my weight and just how fat am I..  to be honest, it's a bit weird.  I'm definitely carrying most of it right on my belly, and the inside of my thighs have tiny little squishy areas of fat.. and on my vag - my lips are fatter than my skinny girlfriends areas are. Yes, we look.  I'm bisexual, so I'm interested in seeing other girls parts.

I also have fat on my arms, and face.  Puffiness and jiggle that I admit I'd  like to lose.  For some reason, I don't want to lose it from my vagina.  I like the fact that my clit is behind curtains.  It only comes out to play when it's stimulated.  Then back it goes until there's an encore.  Or till someone actually parts the curtains and sticks their tongue in.

I don't think I believe that there are men out there who are attracted sexually to "fat" women.  I mean I realise there are all these terms like BBW - big beautiful women, Voluptuous, Curvaceous, chubby, squishy, fatties.. all being hounded by proclaimed "chubby chasers".

When I think about it, I don't understand if they're actually sexually attracted to the fat itself, or if they just really like the look of a fat chick.  Do they have an actual fetish for fat?

I know there's a whole group of men who like women who are bigger than them, and who could physically dominate them, but generally I think they want a bodybuilder type of girl.  The one who lifts serious weights in the gym, and is all muscled up.

I know they say they want to be squished like a bug by a BBW, but I personally have never met any.  What the fuck is up with that?  Why do I meet men who like me, even love me, but would love me more if I lost 40lbs?

Most people would admit that fat girls are more fun to be around than skinny bitches any day of the week, but sexually - most men want to fuck someone who looks like a porn star or a stripper.  Some of my skinny friends probably only like me because I'm funny.  Am I funny because I'm fat?  Or am I just funny?  I think I'm down to earth.. would I be down to earth if I was 120lbs?  Or would I be snotty, and self absorbed?

While not a porn star, nor a stripper,  I'm also not sexually wired in a way that I enjoy "regular, vanilla" sex.  I like kinky sex, I like being in charge, I love trying new things.  For the longest time I've been enamored with female domination, however when YOU hear that, you probably immediately conjure up in your mind this sexy size 4 model, wearing rubber or leather, in 5" heels, holding a whip... while a man like you grovels at her feet.  She's probably not 200 lbs....

Today after I worked out and burned 800 calories I went for Fro Yo.  I topped it with mochi, coconut and chocolate chips.