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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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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