Deleted because I don't feel like sharing my fantasy now.

xoxoxo 

It has been a long day at work. You walk into the living room, heaving a sigh.

“Miss?” you call out, “Miss? Where are you?”

You hear a shuffling behind you but before you can turn around, a hand wraps around your mouth and pulls your head back.
“Shhh, don’t make a sound” she whispers into your ears. Your eyes widens in fear but your body slacks a little, nodding.
She runs her tongue along your earlobes, you roll your eyes back in pleasure and let out a soft, muffled moan. She lowers her head and bites into your shoulder, not removing her hand from your mouth. You jerk and groan in pain.

“I said, don’t make a goddamn sound,” she whispers threateningly into your ear. You nod your head vigorously, eyes apologetic.
“Walk,” she commands and she leads you from behind into the bedroom.

As you walk into the room, she shoves you roughly onto the bed. You shifted yourself up and look up, your Mistress looming over you. She roughly pulls off your shirt, buttons flying - you tried to resist but she lunges out and grabs you around the throat,
“Try fighting me again and I promise you that you will regret it,” she growls in your face. You swallowed hard and nodded, her eyes were fiery and hard. You tremble a little in fear but you also feel your cock harden. It always surprises you a little when you’re incredibly turned on by her sadistic side but mostly you’re humiliated by how weak that seem.

She removes your shirt and starts unzipping your pants, she feels your bulge, looks into your eyes and smirks. “You’re such a loser,” she says as she continues removing your pants. She pushes you roughly onto the bed and stares at your naked body, goosebumps appearing on your skin. She looks at your cock and giggles, “Look at you, bunny. How can you be so turned on?” You were about to make a smart ass comment but you managed to bite your tongue before doing so - you know the giggling does not indicate friendliness.
“Oh, were you planning to say something?” she said in a sweet, threatening voice that you know so well. “Go on, let’s see what you have to say little bunny”

You shake your head vigorously and keep your mouth shut, the painful lessons of the past still lingers - especially around your shoulders and back.

“Nothing?” she leers, “You’re smarter than you look,”

She sits on your hips, your cock flatten between her crotch and you can’t help but to squirm. “Tsk, tsk - you’re such a horny little slut. Behave yourself now.”

She reaches over and runs her fingernails lightly down starting from your neck to your chest and ending at your abdomen. You’re trying hard not to squirm but you’re ticklish.
“Little bunnies shouldn’t move when their Mistress is touching them!” she says as she sinks her nails from your chest and scratch hard. The pain was so sudden that you groan out, forgetting all about staying silent.

SMACK.

She slaps you right across the face. Choking your hard, she growl, “I said, no fucking sound,” You make little gurgling noises, it was getting harder to breathe, you are turning red -- and she releases you. You pant, breathing heavily and quickly, when you look up, you see an angry pair of eyes locked on to you.

She digs her nails deep into your skin and scratches.

Again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

You can’t help but to thrash around in pain but all the while holding your breath, fearing to make another sound. She was merciless.
When she stopped, you glance down and see red…your body was covered in scratches and fuck, do they sting.

Without a word, she climbs off of you and walks over to the drawers and begun rummaging. You knew which drawer was that. You are curious and nervous at the same time. She comes back to the bed with a collar, leash, ball gag, restraints and….her Feeldoe.

“Fuck,” you thought.

to be continued ...

As you opened the door to enter the house, you catch a glimpse of a hand and a sudden tug, pulling you through it. Before you know it, her lips was on yours, forcing her tongue between your lips, her arms tight around your body.

Your body slacked and you let yourself into her warm, passionate embrace.

“Hi there, slave”, she said, biting her lips

“Hi, Princess”, you grinned from ear to ear

You closed the door while she waits behind you. She pulls you by the hand, leading you to your bed. She sits you down and sits on your lap. She smiles brightly at you, tracing her fingers down your face, down your chest through your shirt. She runs her hands through your hair and pulls it; you groan out in pain and she wraps her lips around yours, kissing your passionately.

Your cock hardens and twitches through your pants, she feels it and she grinds herself on you, knowing very well how much she turns you on.

You let out a little groan of disappointment as she stood up. Slowly she starts peeling off her skirt, her stockings and lastly, her panties. She hears you swallowing – she can see the excitement in her face. She pushes you down onto the bed and climbs over you. She stands above you and looks down at you, her little slave. She was smiling gleefully.

She lifts her legs and sets her foot on your hard crotch. You moan out as she applied pressure and begun to rub it with her foot, she giggles at how easy you are. She loves how easy you are. She removes her foot from your crotch and places it on your face, forcing her toes into your mouth.

Like an obedient little slave, you sucked on her toes, tasting her. She pushes more of her foot down your throat; you were in heaven, choking on her feet. She pulls it out of your mouth, rubbing your spit all over your face as you inhale the smell of her feet. She loves humiliating you and you love being humiliated by her.

She kneels down and sits on your chest. She looks down to your face, her hair framing her face as she smiles at you. She traces her fingers around your face, then suddenly;

SMACK

She slaps you across the face; you were taken by surprise while she does it again and again and again – leaving your face red and sore. Helpless as she has you pinned down, you looked up into her eyes and pleaded;

“Please Princess, don’t hurt me”, you whimpered.

All she does is smile. She stands back up and lowers herself down on your face. Her cunt dripping wet from abusing you, from humiliating you. Like a good little slut, you lap at her cunt. You are more than eager to stick your tongue in her warm, wet hole. You love being her little pussy-eating slave.  You were suffocating in her cunt but being a good little slut that you are, you don’t stop licking. She sits up, giving you some air. All that you inhale was she.

She turns around, sits down on your face and you continue lapping. You feel her reaching over and taking your hard cock out. She starts stroking hard while you lap at her hot cunt. You could hear her moan loudly as she grinds her cunt into your mouth, your nose, moaning your name, pulling your hair. She was driving you crazy.

She was close and the thought of you driving her that way, made you close. She lets out a little shriek of your name, and you jerk as she twitches; both of you in a frenzy of orgasm. She came on your face and you came while she suffocates you with her juices.

 She rolls to the side, and you both lay there, panting. You gave your owner the pleasure that she deserves – you felt proud. You also feel humiliated at how she degraded you by suffocating you with her pussy and yet you were so turned on that you came. You are constantly baffled at how crazy she drives you.

She lay there panting, her leg across your neck, you reach down and kiss it gently. She climbs on top of you, sitting on your abdomen. She bends over and licks your lips and sticks her tongue into your mouth, kissing you and tasting herself.  Then from the top she smiles at you and embraces you tightly, feeling your chest rise and fall, both of you a sticky mess.

Text accompanying my audio journal

You’ll be getting ready in front of the mirror to go to class. I will walk up behind you and reach down to your crotch – I’ll be able to feel your cock instantly hardening up through your pants at my touch.
I’m going to whisper in your ear;
“Simon, you’re going to be a good little slut today and wear your chastity device to class”
The look of horror on your face amuses me.

"You can protest all you want darling, but when Princess wants something, she will fucking get it."

You’re going to be aware of the people around you. You won’t be able to focus in class. Constantly fidgeting in your seat – every move you make rubs the cage.
Your phone beeps, you receive a message from me. I am sending you a picture of my legs in stockings. My message reads, “Do you want me little slut?”
You take a big gulp, you can feel yourself hardening and you have to suppress a moan – it hurts you to be hard but that only makes you harder doesn’t it.
I send you another message, asking you to head to the bathroom. You excuse yourself, painfully aware of all the eyes upon you.

You lock yourself in one of the cubicles. You tell me you are there and I ask that you remove your pants, take a picture of your pathetic little cock in that cage. You do it and feel so ashamed. You are so hard it hurts – you tell me that and I am incredibly amused
I text you, did you know you’ll have to pee sitting down otherwise your friends will find out what a nasty slut you are.You have to pee like a little bitch – how pathetic.

You groan – you love being humiliated by me and it is turning you on so badly but being hard hurts you.

The day goes by but you are so distracted. Before your class ends, I send you a picture of myself, with my legs spread open, with my fingers on my panties, pointing to you my wet spot – showing you how much fun I am having torturing you. My text saying;
“Strip naked and crawl to the room once you get home. I can’t wait to play with you, little slut”

Once you get home, you immediately do as you’re told – you strip naked with only your chastity device and crawled like a little bitch to our bedroom.
As you enter, you see me lying there with nothing but panties and stockings on – my panties pushed aside as I finger myself, moaning your name.
I tell you to take off your cage; you quickly do so and wait for my next instruction.

"Come to the bed little slut. Kneel by my feet. I want you to watch me pleasure myself.
I want your face to be so close to my wet cunt, that you’ll be able to smell my sex. I want you to crave my juices, I want you to beg to taste it. You are not allowed to touch yourself, I know you want to badly – I know how much it hurts you but too bad, you’re my little bitch and I’ll play with you however I like. Now watch me pleasure myself, slut and maybe when I’m done, I’ll let you lick my fingers."

Note: I think my audio was cutting - so if you can't hear it then you can read it. Enjoy. 

Blind Punishment - Part 1

John was scared.

He crouched there, on the bed, blindfolded with his hands tied in front of him to the bedpost.
Scared is probably an understatement - John is trembling with fear. He knew that he has fucked up, this was the second time he was late to picking up his Princess.

When he held open the door as she got into the back of the car, she did not even so much as glance at him and during the entire journey back home she did not say a word. He tried to strike up a conversation, asking her about her day while trying to catch her eye through the rear-view mirror, all he got was silence.
He knew he should have texted her that his meeting was running longer than expected. A simple text would have saved him from the position is currently in.

So he crouches there, terrified but willing because he knew that a slave never keeps a Princess waiting.

When they got home, she merely said one word to him, "Strip." then she tosses his collar at him. This action pains him, as he loves his Princess putting the collar on him, marking this lowly slave as an owned slave. This action binds him to her.
As he puts on his collar by himself, he feels nothing but shame - the shame of a slave disappointing his Owner, the shame of a man who wears a collar.

John follows his Princess, naked with his collar on, to the room. As he reaches the door,

"Stay." she says

Obediently he waits while she rummages in the closet of their bedroom. He looks around the room. The surrounding is clean, the bed is made, the room is tidy courtesy of little Johnny who does his chores.
He watches quietly, patiently as his Princess throws out things onto the bed. He spots the rope, the cane, the blindfold, a bag containing a variety of objects that causes him both pain and pleasure. John trembles, knowing that pleasure is not in the list of things he will feel tonight.

His Princess turns around and looks at him. With a finger she points him to the bed. Obediently he walks over and like any good little slut, he knew to be on his hands and knees on their bed.
She walks over to where he was crouched, trailing her long fingernail along his back, goosebumps forms on his skin. She runs her finger through his hair, and as he savours her touch, she grabs a handful of his hair and yanks his head back.

John yelps as the sudden pain burns through his scalp, as she pulls him back to a kneeling position. She lets go and he knew better than to move = he knew that that was the position she wants him to be in.
She roughly pulls his hand together, loops a rope around both his wrists and ties tightly. He looks up to her face, searching for any recognition but she refuses to look at him, her face poised and emotionless.
John was scared, his Princess is usually warm and passionate, even when she is angry but this - this is different. He opened his mouth,

"P-P-Princess?"

She looked at him, and instantly he feels less afraid, she was strong and he knew he was safe despite her anger. She glances down between his leg and he looks too - his pathetic cock was hard. He blushes furiously, the last thing he sees is her smirk. She blindfolds him, and roughly pulls his hand forward, forcing him back to a crouching position.
He feels his arm stretched in front of him and he could feel the ropes moving. He knew she was tying him to the bedpost.

John is scared.

Blindfolded, hands tied, ass up with a hard on - he was scared and obviously, very horny. He would never admit this but John loves being scared. He loves being so vulnerable. Despite his exterior, an Alpha male at his work and in front of his friends, he is really a little submissive slut. He loves being her slut.

She touches him, lightly dragging her nails across his back. He shudders and braces himself for whatever that comes next.
Surprisingly, nothing happens. Instead, he hears her footsteps, walking out of the room whilst leaving him there naked.

John was scared...and very turned on.

Lately, I've been having a recurring fantasy and it goes like this;

I'll be sitting in the corner of the room, while I watch you fuck your partner. I'll watch your every touch, every stroke and I will listen to your every moan of pleasure.
I will sit quietly there as I watch both of you pleasure each other.

Then when I feel like it, I'll get up from the chair and walk around the bed. Surveying.
Both of you, despite in the midst of intercourse, will be aware of my presence.
Perhaps, I'll reach over and fondle one of your bits. Perhaps, I'll spank you for not riding hard enough or thrusting deep enough.

Maybe I'll get so turned on that when you are plunging your shaft deep in her pussy, I'll stand over her - and just push my pussy into your face. You might be dominating her but I will remind you that you are just a little bitch after all.
Perhaps while she is riding you, I will sit on your face and extend my leg out for her to worship my feet, laying all my weight on you.

Maybe while you are fucking her spread eagle, I'll sit on her face and have her eat me out. If you get distracted by it, I'll slap you. When she has given me what I wanted, I'll climb over her and shove my dripping wet pussy in your face while you fuck her.
Perhaps while you're deep in her but I don't feel like you're doing a good job, I'll put on my silicone penis and shove you aside - then show you how it is done.

You will have to watch at the side while you see your partner moaning in pleasure that your cock can't give, whereas my bigger, silicone shaft is giving her everything this she craves for.

Then when I'm done with her, I'll sit on the edge of the bed, grab you by the hair and make you suck on my cock. I'll shove it down your throat and hold in there....just to remind you that it is not just her that is a slut, but you too.

Perhaps if I really feel like humiliating you further, I'll bend you over and fuck you - while you eat her out.

A Kinky Workout - Drill Sergeant Princess 2

    

You position your arms on the chair, ready for your triceps dip. As you dip yourself low, you realize the thread was pulling at your cock. The other end of the thread was in my hands and the lower you go, the more the thread pulls on your cock.
Your arms were aching from the dip and the pain from your cock is making it difficult for you to maintain your form. You attempted to not dip low and I yanked at the thread hard, that you gasped and almost slipped off the chair.
“You better fucking keep your form, slut!” You had no choice but to keep going, feeling the ache in your pain and your cock. The bell rang and you stopped, I let the thread fall from my hand.
I looked at you and smirked. Your cock was hard. Seeing the smirk on my face embarrassed you further – your cock twitched at the humiliation.
“You are a nasty little plain slut, aren’t you?” I remarked
“Yes I am Princess.”
The bell rings, it is time to start again.

You get on the ground position yourself into an elbow plank hold. About 20 seconds in, you felt me sitting on upper back. I could feel you shaking beneath my butt.
“I am not placing all my weight on you slave. So you better not drop!” You were too focused to even answer me. I added more of my weight, and just when you thought you were about to give in, the timer rings. You fall to the floor. I rolled on the floor next to you and kissed you on your cheek,
“Good work slut, 2 more set to go.”
“Hydration time, open your mouth slut” You opened wide and I spit into your mouth.
Again, the timer chimes – the torture repeats from the first exercise.

This time around, your jump squat’s form was poor. I brandished my cane and whacked you across the back of your calves;
“Jump higher!” whack
“Squat lower!” whack
“You call that a squat?” whack
Tears were forming in your eyes. You were in pain and you were tired but you wanted so much to please me. You kept going till the timer goes off”

“I expect much better with your push up!”
“Y-yes Princess” you said with a frown as the timer rings

You lay down and started your push ups. Again, I put my foot on your back, adding weight and difficulty to your already aching muscles. Each push up was hard and poor, after two of it, you just slumped down onto the floor;
“I can’t anymore, Princess”, you sobbed, “I am so tired”
I stopped the timer, reached down and pulled your head up by your hair and you howled in pain;
“You CAN and you WILL, slave! Now keep going!” and I shoved your head
Tears rolling down your face, you continued with the push-ups. You were struggling to push yourself up and when the bell rings, you let out a sigh of relief.

You were angry and disgruntled, but my pulling off your hair reminded you who is the boss here and that you must do as I say – no matter what. The timer rings and you reluctantly continue with the next exercise.

This time, with the sit-ups, your tongue couldn’t reach me even once. You were so frustrated – you wanted so badly to taste my pussy but you can’t. It is both frustrating you and arousing you at the same time.
The timer rings, and you stop.
“Keep going little slave, just two more exercises. Make your Princess proud”

You desperately wanted to make me proud, and each triceps dip, the thread around your cock pulls tighter. You were panting, from the ache in your arms and from the pain of your cock. Yet when you look down, you could see how hard you are, how aroused you are being tortured by you. You were so humiliated!
The timer rings, and you slumped down onto the floor, awaiting the final and last exercise.

“Slave, I am going to lie on your back while you plank hold”
“I can’t Princess! I am not strong enough!”
“You can, my darling. You won’t let your Princess fall”
“I can’t! I am scared…what if…”
“No what-ifs, I have faith in my slave. Now get in position”

You get into the elbow plank hold position, you were so nervous. You knew there would be hell to pay if you falter and let me fall but you also want to make me proud.
Slowly I lay myself down on you. I can feel your entire body shake from the weight of my body, and the need for you to hold the weight of your body up.
“Breathe slave, you can do this”
You breathed deeply and tried to focus on my happiness – the main reason why you do what you do. You were shaking from pain, from humiliation, from love…
And then the timer rang, one final time.

I rolled off of you and you fall to the floor. I envelope you into an embrace, wrapping my legs and arms around you – both of us drenched in your sweat. You were panting heavily. You doubted your ability yet your Princess believed in you and pushed you further than you thought you could go. You knew it wasn’t physical strength but the strong desire you had to please me, to serve and obey your Princess.

As I tighten my hold around your body, I could feel your loosening up and relaxing; “You did good, my slave” and you smiled, snuggling yourself into my chest.

“But we’re not done yet.”

A Kinky Workout - Drill Sergeant Princess

You came out of the room with the cane in your hand. You kneeled down before me, bowing your head while presenting the cane to me. I took it from your hand, bringing the tip of the cane to your chin and lifting your face up. Your eyes round, filled with eagerness and fear. Yet I know without a shadow of a doubt, you trust me. Absolutely.

 “Open your mouth slut”

You looked at me, mouth wide open. I lean forward and spit directly into your mouth.

“Swallow it”

You quickly do as you’re told and opened up your mouth again, obviously wanting more.

“Oh my dirty slut wants some more?” I spat at you.

“Rule #1 of working out, always keep yourself hydrated” I said with a wink.
“Yes Princess!” You smiled at me while you lick spit off of your lips, opening your mouth again.

“Enough for now, your greedy slut! It’s time to start moving. On your feet!”

Quickly, you scramble to your feet.

“Time for a warm up, jog on the spot.” You did as you’re told, jogging on the yoga mat.

“Today, you will do a short circuit training. I want you to give me 100% effort throughout this time. OR ELSE” I swat the cane on the palm of my hand threateningly.
“Y-yes P-p-princess”

“Alright, high knees! Let’s get you properly warmed up!”

You lifted your knees as you jogged on the spot. All of a sudden, you gasped out in pain, as I caned your right leg.
“I said HIGH knees!!!”

“Yes Princess! Sorry Princess!”

You lifted your knees higher and faster. I can hear you huffing and puffing away.

“Alright, heels touch your butt!”
              You change your position and tried to get your heels to your butt. You were panting away when you felt my cane strike your ass.
“That is where your ass is! That is where your heel touches!”

“Yes Princess, s-sorry Princess” 

“Stop!” You immediately stopped and breathed heavily, out of breath.

“Now that you’re all warmed up, it is time for your workout. It’s one minute active and 30 seconds rest.  We’ll be doing 5 types of workouts – and we’ll do 2 sets.” I took my phone out and set the timer.

“The type of workout you’ll have to do, in order, jump squat, push up, sit up, triceps dip and lastly elbow plank hold.”

“Yes Princess” I know how much you hated body weight workouts – I could ask you to cycle for hours and you’d never complain. Though, you know better to complain and you’ll do as you’re told because my cane is a great motivator.

“Alright, in 3…2…1…GO!”
“Jump squats”

            You got into the squat position and as you come back up, you jumped. You squat low and jumped high. I was standing in front of you, watching your form, cane menacingly in my hand.

The timer rang, and you stopped.

“Good job, slave! I expect you to stay in good form through it all!”

The time rang and you start again. 

            You started your push-up, getting low, your body not touching the ground but as you started to come up, you felt my bare feet on your back, adding pressure and difficulty to the workout. After 4 reps, I could see you struggling.
“Don’t stop slave! And you better not let your body touch the ground!”

            Too tired to answer, you just grunted and continue your workout. The time rang, and you stopped. You fell to the ground and rolled onto your back, breathing heavily, red in the face. I giggled, pleased with your effort and promptly placed my left foot on your face. It was a small reward from me and before you can inhale in deeply the scent of my feet, the time went off. You groaned sadly.

            Next up, was sit-up. You lie back down, hand behind your head and you notice that I moved to stand over you. As you raised your body up – you see that I’ve took of my pants, my pussy bare in front of you.
“Every time you get up, I want you to stick your tongue out and try to lick my cunt!”

You smiled happily and licked my pussy but you lingered too long and I caned your arms.
“One quick lick, slut!”

              You flinched and quickly return to your workout. You manage to lick my pussy a couple more times before you got tired and each time you stick out your tongue was a strain. You wanted so desperately to taste me but your core was aching. Each time your tongue was so close yet so far. I was laughing away at your struggles – and that just arouses you because you love it when I humiliate you.

The timer rang and you stopped.

A Kinky Workout

You were putting on my running shoes when the sound of rumbling thunder echoes from above. I lift the curtains and glance out the window – 5 minutes ago it was clear and now the sky is tuning grey.
I pouted and glared at you, you looked away guiltily – as if it was you who caused the sudden change in the weather. You are all ready too, in your cycling gear; ready to accompany me on my run. Your duties while I run is to ensure I am safe and hydrated. You looked at me worriedly; you know that I get moody when I don’t get to run.

“What am I going to do now?” I asked
“Well Princess, maybe you can go on the stationary bike?”
“That’s so boring!”

Frustrated, I punched your arm. You flinch, “I’m sorry Princess”. You were looking at me and could see that I was upset and thinking. Then all of a sudden a grin spread across my face and the glistening of my eye that you know too well.

“I think I’ll do some interval training at home! Go get my yoga mat, slave boy!”
“Yes Princess.”

You brought my mat out and place it across the living room floor, where I was pointing.

“You’ll have to work out with me okay?!”
“Yes Princess”
“But I’ll go first then I can coach you while I rest after!”
“Yes Princess”
(We both know “coaching” means drill sergeant method.)
“Hmm. But what will you do while I am working out, slut?”
“Maybe I can just sit here and watch you?” you said hopefully
“I have a better idea! I want to see you just in your underwear so STRIP!!”

You were curious but also excited – hurriedly you took of all of your clothes while I stood at the side, watching you. Even though you’ve been mine for a while now, you still feel embarrassed whenever you get naked in front me
Standing naked in front of the woman you love and worship – under her orders – you can’t help but to feel humiliated.

“Good boy. Now lie on the yoga mat.”

You do as you are told and watch curiously as I walked into the bedroom. When I came walking out of the room, you see that I’ve changed from my track pants into my tight yoga short. Instantly, your cock twitches – you love to see my bare toned legs. I dragged a chair out from the kitchen, into the living room.

“Lie still slave! I am going to start my workout!”

I switched on some dance music – you are laid on the floor, while I stood facing behind you, a few steps from your head. You wonder what I am doing then the bell on my timer rings, telling me to start.
My first workout was squats and you figured out why I was standing that way. Whenever I squat back, my crotch will be right above of your face – close enough for you to see the outline of my pussy, but far enough for you to be able to reach it. After a few squats in, you notice some dampness seeping through the fabric. Oh how you yearn to be able to just lick that dampness off. Your cock hardens; you realize that I am teasing you because you know how I get so turned on from humiliating you. Feeling embarrassed, you get more aroused
The bell rings and I stop.

“30 seconds break and on the next exercise!”
You eagerly lie there and await the next workout.

The bell rings and now I am directly above your head; heading into side lunges. You turn your head to each side I lunge to – eager to watch my pussy and ass, wishing that my crotch would be closer to your face. You sneakily kissed my thighs as I lunged, quickly glancing to see if I noticed – but I was in the zone. You were in heaven, being so close to my legs, my sweat dripping off onto you.
The bell rings and I stop.

“Sit on the chair slave! QUICKLY!”

Jumping up to your feet you climb onto the chair, a smile plastered on your face. Excited to watch me workout – you love how strong I look, you like feeling weak than I am because I am your Domme and you are but a slave.

“Back straight and spread your legs!”

Quickly you sat upright with your legs spread on the chair. The bell rang and I stood in front of you. I climbed onto the middle of the chair, my feet just snugly fit in the space between your crotch, grazing your cock. You inhaled deeply, your cock was sensitive to the slightest touch. I haven’t allowed you to cum in 3 weeks. When I stepped up, I would raise my opposite knee up - my crotch inches away from your face. You could all but taste me.
Every time I stepped up, you are aware how close my feet are to your crotch – scared that I may stepped on your balls but excited to feel the graze of my feet against your boxers, against your balls, against your hard cock. And each time I stepped up, you got to be closer to my pussy, my legs occasionally knocking your head as I knee up. You love every moment of it.
The bell rings and I stop. This time you let out a small disappointed moan – this is probably your favourite exercise so far.

“On your feet!”

Quickly you stood up, excited to find out what is in stored next. While I was resting, you were admiring my sweaty body – yearning to lick off each drop of my sweat.
The bell rings and I positioned myself a foot away from you. I squat down, got up and did a roundhouse kick, my feet inches away from your face. You flinched and stepped back in surprise.

“Don’t move slut, or I’ll make sure the next kick makes contact!”

Scared but obedient you do as you are told. Each time I kick, you can’t help but to flinch. You were scared yet so aroused. You love being made feel submissive, weak and small. You love it when I show you my strength, how I can easily dominate you. How humiliated you feel that this girl has total control over you, and how you are at her mercy.
The bell rings and I stopped. Breathing heavily, I commanded;

“Fetch me some water.”
“Yes Princess!”

You scuttled away and got me my bottle. I smiled at you sweetly as I drank my water.

“Are you bored, slut?”
“No, of course not Princess. I love it!”
I giggled.
“Well, I think it’s your turn to get a bit of a workout right?”
Disheartened, you replied “If you say so Princess”
“There, there. I promise it’ll be just as fun. Now, go put on some workout shorts and get me my cane.”
You gulped, “Yes Princess”

“Oh and slave?”
“Yes Princess?”
“Hurry up”

To be continued…

Author's Note: I am not particularly happy with this story because it does not really bring out the vivid imagery and fantasy that plays in my mind. It is rather disappointing and frustrating. However, without this first part I will not be abe to progress to the next chapter.
Hopefully part 2 will be more satisfying 
(I think it will be seeing as it may or may not involve a lot of pain **giggles**)

Juice,

trickling from my lips,

onto my neck,

down my chest,

stuck on my skin.

Tongue,

your tongue,

traces my skin,

removing the evidence of the sticky nectar,

tongue,

making it’s way up,

to my lips.

Time,

gentle and slow,

savouring the sweetness of juice and skin.

Kiss,

finally all the way up,

to my lips,

the last little drops of juice.

Share,

juice,

kiss with tongue,

lose track of time.

Lost,

in me.

In us. 

continuation from my previous recurring fantasy

After cleaning yourself up, you walk into the bedroom - you notice that I have picked out your clothes for you and have placed them on the bed. You also notice that there is no underwear.
You know better than to ask me why so instead, being my good little boy that you are, you on the clothes I've picked out for you.

I'm seated on the armchair in the living room waiting for you, my ankle strap heels unworn, next to my feet. I glance up at you and smile, you return it, knowing exactly what to do.
You walk over, kneel down and start putting my heels for me. I pull my foot from your hand and instead lift my foot up to your face - you look up at me. I give you an encouraging nod and instantly you took my foot and smother your face in the sole of my feet. I hear you inhaling deeply, and licking from my soles to my toes - sucking each digit. I lift up my other foot and quickly you give it all the attention it deserves. As you were sucking on my big toe, I pull it our of your mouth;

"Enough John, I am hungry already. Put on my shoes."
"Yes Princess, I am sorry Princess."

You put on my heels for me, and your hands linger on my ankle after putting on the straps - I know how much you want to worship my feet, my legs, my entire body.
I stood up and walked to the door, with you behind in tow. You opened the door for me, I stopped as I pass you, my hand reaching down your crotch and grab your semi-hard cock - you moan a little aund I smirk then giving you a brief kiss on the lips.

We made our way to a restaurant for dinner. A quaint little place and a slow crowd. I picked a booth in the middle corner. You waited for me to sit down before taking your seat.
The waiter comes over with our menu, we sat across each other looking at our menus.

You suddenly felt my heeled foot rubbing up your calf, I see your eyes widen a little, a smile curve on my face while I continue reading the menu.
The waiter stands there recommending us his choice of meals as my feet slip higher above your leg and to your crotch. I press my heels down on your crotch gently and you let out a groan.
The waiter stops mid sentence and glance at you - you looked flustered as you made up a question about the menu to hide your embarrassment. I take my feet off of your crotch, we place our order.

We smile at each other and talk about our day, while waiting for our food to arrive. Again you feel my foot running up and down your leg - you know I love playing footsie. I lean across the booth;

"Unstrap my heels, John."

I see your expression change - I know you're worried because we're in public but you did as you're told. I remove one side of my heel and place my foot at the base of your seat where your crotch is.
Lucky for me that the seat of the booth is quite close and I'm blessed with long legs.
I smile coyly at you and you know that when I do that, it means I am up to a little mischief. I rub my barefoot on your crotch, I see your eyes roll back a little as I do so.

"John, be a good boy and unzip your fly for me."

You opened your mouth to say something but you know better, glancing around the room with a scared expression, you hurriedly unzip your jeans. All the while I was giggling at your suspicious looking action. I notice that you're breathing a little heavier - I know how much playing in public worries you and that is why I love it.

"Sit closer to the table for me baby."

This makes it easier for me to slip my foot in your fly and stroke your cock with my foot. The mixture of emotions on your face amuses me - on one hand you're so scared of being caught and the other you love the thrill of it. My bare toes are stroking the length of your cock, I slowly push my foot down on you making you moan softly.

The waiter walks over with our meal, you held your body close to the table, worried that he'll see you with your fly undone and a foot on you crotch. As the waiter leaves, I giggled and took my foot down.

"You minx" you teased
"You love it"
"I do"

You reach over and take my hand, kissing it gently. I told you to zip your fly and we carry on with our meal.

As we're about to leave the restaurant,

"Oh John, my heels's strap came off, could you please help me?"

While I was ever so polite, you know very well that I was teasing you. Being the alpha that you like to portray you are in public, you are embarrassed but you could also never say no to me - I know I have you eating from the palm of my hands.
So you kneel down while I stood by the seat of my booth and strapped on my heels. We are aware that there are people watching us, I can see your face turning red. You stood up, I smiled at you;

"Thank you baby," and gave you a peck on the lips. You smile despite being uncomfortable because you know you made me happy.

Some guys were smirking, obviously thinking that you are a pussy whipped little bitch but then some of the ladies were smiling; perhaps they see you as a chivalrous gentleman or perhaps they are in on our little secret - that you are my little bitch.

I took your hand and we made our way back to our car.

"If you're ever lucky enough to find a girl who is a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind, you should hold on to that. Because she'll be yours at two in the morning and at two in the afternoon the following day.

She'll kiss you where it hurts and until it hurts. And that's important. Someone who not only knows how to turn you on but also knows how to treat you right is someone worth a little something...and a little more than usual."

-Unknown via

I absolutely adore this (:

"david! Where are you?!" I yelled, as I pulled My clothes out of the drawers.

you come crawling through the bedroom door "I'm here Mistress, sorry to have kept you waiting."
"david, get on your feet and help Me get dress!" as I turned around. you hurried forward, stood up and carefully zip up My dress, gently pulling My hair from behind the dress. After doing so, you return on your knees. I spun around and you dutifully gush "you look beautiful Mistress."
Smiling, I pet you on the head. "davey, two of My girlfriends are coming over soon, go get dressed and be prepared to greet, serve them, and be POLITE". Avoiding eye contact whilst nodding your head, "yes, Mistress. How should I dress, Mistress?"
"Dress normally. They're My work colleagues, and they know nothing about our....interest" I said with a wink. A shudder runs up your spine, the wink from Me excites you.

I was sitting on the sofa, as you crawled towards the hall. "Up on your feet." I commanded. you were dressed in a collared t-shirt with a pair of jeans. I twirled My finger, signalling you to turn around, which you do, all the while avoiding eye contact. Smiling, I gave you a nod, meaning I was satisfied. you smiled, glad that you've pleased Me.
"After My friends arrive, you are to do the household chores.", I said. "Yes, Mistress.", you timidly answered.

The door bell rings, and you quickly walk over to open the door. Opening the door, you see a lady standing there, you bowed your head and said "Good afternoon, Miss, please come in." The lady steps in, begins unbuttoning her coat and looks at you quizically, "Hi, umm, is Moon around?". "Yes miss, She is just inside, would you like for Me to help you with your coat and bag?" She hesitantly passes you her coat and bag, "Are you Moon's err maid or something?". you blushed furiously.
I called out, "No Janine, that would be My boyfriend." as I walk towards her and greeting her with a hug. "Oh", said Janine as she looks towards you, "you're david! Well, nice to meet you.", she said and enters the living room with you. you were feeling embarassed, being thought of as a maid.
The door rings again, as you were collecting your thoughts. Opening the door with a smile, while carefully avoiding eye contact, you greet the lady, as she too qlooks at you quizically. "Please head into the living room, Miss, They're already there waiting for you.", you said after taking her jacket and bag.

As you were hanging up the things, you hear Me calling, "david! Get over here and get Janine and Nina some drinks." you hurried into the living room, while avoiding eye contact, asked us "What can I get for you Miss Janine and Miss Nina?". from the corner of your eyes, you noticed the confused looks on their faces, and the smirk on Mine. Janine and Nina both asked for coffee, and you turned towards Me and asked "What can I get for you, Princess?" I shook My head and motion for you to go.
you were getting a mixture of feelings in your gut, mainly shame and even, excitement. Mistress knew exactly how to humiliate you and you loved it.

After serving the ladies their drink, I said, "Alright, there's nothing else for you to do here, go do the chores", spanking you in front of My friends, raising a few giggles from them. "Thanks little man", you added while grinning as you hurried away, cheeks burning from shame.

As the laughter grew louder from the living room, you wonder what were they talking about and whether I, Mistress, was telling Them about your foot fetish or your submissiveness. your pathetic little cock twitch at the thought of that.
"Hey david, can you tell Me where's the bathroom?" Janine asked. you spun around in shock, while holding a pair of My panties, that you were about to wash, with an small tent growing in your jeans. Unmistakebly, she glaces down at your crotch area, and you turn hide the panties behind your back as if you were caught doing a dirty deed.
Cheeks burning, you pointed the direction of where the bathroom was. She left with a smirk on her face.
you were ashamed for what she has seen, excited by being caught, scared if she would tell Me, and terrified of what I would do.

you were wiping the windows, and there were two in the living room. you tried to take as much time as you can, not wanting to clean in front of My friends. you know better than to take too much time, with a shiver down your spine, you make your way to the living room, to clean the windows.
As you came in with your cleaning, you gave a slight bow of respect to Us. I smiled and nodded. I continued chattering with My friends, while you hurriedly wipe the windows. I noticed My friends kept glancing at you, so I casually mentioned, "david always does the housework around here. he is such a good little helper.", emphasizing the word, little. you risk a backward glance and caught My eye and quickly returned to cleaning. "Aw, that's sweet of him. I wished my husband would help with something." pipped Nina. "Yes, My david is a very good boy. It seems almost like he enjoys being the little maid of the house" I said happily.
My casual remarks on your submissive ways, makes your little boyclit twitch and you were proud that I called you "Mine".

"david, come take the empty cups to the kitchen. Janine and Nina are about to leave", I said. you hurriedly put down the cloth and came over to get the cups. As you were taking the cup from Nina, you accidentally spilled some remaining on My feet.
"i am so so so sorry, Princess. Please forgive Me!!", you quickly said, while backing off to the kitchen to get a clean towel.
you came back and kneeled down to your knees and cleaned My feet, all the while begging for forgiveness.
Janine and Nina were both speechless and just seemed transfixed at what you were doing. Although you were feeling humiliated for cleaning My feet in front of two ladies, you knew to suck it up and take it, hoping that this would lighten your punishment for later.
I pulled My feet from your hands, as I stood up smilling, hugging and thanking Janine and Nina for coming over. you quickly walked towards the door, opened it, and waited there with Janine and Nina's coat and bags, handing it to them as I walked them to their car.

And as they left, the humiliation and fear started piling up in your gut. Once I walked in to the house, you closed the door behind Me and dutifully resumed to your hands and knees. "i am so sorry Mistress, for embarassing you like that. I should have been more careful, please forgive this worthless trash."
"Change back into your panties and bring the cane into My bedroom", I said as I walked up the stairs towards the room. Terrified, you quickly crawled to get the cane. "Oh and david", I called out, "you did good today."

Even though you dread the punishment for spilling the coffee, you can't helped but feel pleased with yourself for making Me happy. After all, that's what matters most.

(I wrote this quite a while ago, don't remember why I didn't post it here, or have I?)

This is a little fantasy of mine.

I love to run.

What I'd like is for my slave to meet me in the park where I run, at a designated checkpoint with my water and other running gear. He/she is to stand there to pass me my water or to cater my needs. He/she is also not allowed to make eye contact with anyone else or me in the park.

After I'm done running, I'd sit on the park bench. My slave would have to help me change from shoe to sandals. He/she would have to take off my dirty shoes and wet, sweaty socks - in public. If I feel like further humiliating said slave, I would want him/her to untie my shoelace only with their teeth and to remove my socks with their mouth. Thereafter they are to put on my sandals for me.
Now if I'm not happy with the service I received, I might get my slave to stuff my dirty, sweaty sock in their mouth and walk all the way to the car/home with it - but then again that could be a reward to some, no?

When we get home, he/she is to lick my feet, suck my toes clean before washing it and massaging it for me. I could have had them do that in the park but then if we had no place to wash it, I'd be stuck with their sticky spit all the way home - so it's more of convenience for my part :)

And that's my little fantasy - but who says fantasies can't be turned into reality?

A little short fantasy I've concocted as I sit in the office, bored out of my wits.

 It’s 5pm; you quickly get out of the car, reaching for an umbrella from the backseat – it’s raining outside. You see me coming out of the elevator; my face shows that I probably did not have a good day. Regardless, you’re happy to see me as usual. You approach me reach out your hand to carry my bag.
“Hi Miss, how was your day?” you asked as we walk towards the car, with your carrying my bag and holding the umbrella above me making sure that I’m fully protected from the rain despite you yourself getting wet.

 “Shit.”

 “I’m sorry, Miss.”

 After serving me so long, you know better to say any more. You opened the back door for me to get in – you relish the fact that I treat you like nothing but a mere servant.

 "tom, I don’t want to go home yet. I need to get a few things from the mall.”

 “Yes, Miss”

 As we were walking in the mall, I head into a sports equipment shop. I glance to the side to see your face, you couldn’t mask your happiness, and you know why I am here. I’ve been telling you for the past few weeks that I needed a new pair of running shoes.

I have you holding my bag as I made my choice. When the sales assistant brought the shoe of my choice in my size, I told you to bend down and help me with it. The shoe assistant glanced at you quickly and looked away, probably smirking at how pussy whipped you are. I see your face burned red in shame yet you kneeled down anyways – never ever passing on an opportunity to touch my feet.

I feel your hands tremble and I could see your body shudder as you pull off my ballerinas, having a whiff of the wonderful aroma of my feet.

You gave a quick glance towards me and blushed as I smirked. You know exactly how amused I am.

I see you glancing to the side around the shop, some shoppers have paused to watch, whispering to each other; most likely about you. I could see you glowing red with embarrassment.

You slowly and gently slipped the shoes on my feet, your hand lingering on the sole, tying the lace up. I stood up and walked around, testing out my shoes and you still kneeling by the bench watching me, knowing better than to get up unless I asked you to.

“Do they look good on me?”

“Yes Miss, it’s looks wonderful on you.”

I told the store assistant I’d take it and venture out of the store as you pay for my shoes. I could see the store assistant smirking at you as he hands you the receipt. Coming out of the store, face flushed with excitement and humiliation, you smiled at me.
“Did you enjoy that, slave?”

“Yes, I did Miss. Thank you.”

“Good because we’ll be having lots more fun in the mall before we head home.”

(Shall I continue?)

Sometimes I wonder what the hell am I looking for and what the hell do I expect from this site.

But mostly why the hell is it so hard to find what I want.

There is a difference between being:

- submissive and stupid.

- polite and pathetic.

- eager and annoying.

- vulnerable and weak.

- obedient and mindless.

Also I am very nice but that doesn't make Me weak or a push over. I just believe in being Myself rather than having to carry a "image" that represents a "fantasy" that most slave have; a cruel, dominant bitch.

Remember, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Will be visiting Singapore in the first week of December. Any sub/slaves in S'pore who'd like to meet, do let me know.

Also when I say meet, I mean as friends and just have coffee, whatever happens, happen.

L.L.