GoddessSkyee

As a Mistress to my slave, and as a Dominant, I would like to offer my thoughts and ideas in the proper ways and means to train and control the lowly male slave. I trample him unmercifully under my high heels and derive great pleasure in doing so. I love to watch him tense his body to support me, I love the marks on his body from my heels, I love to abuse him, and he does what I want without any hesitation. He loses the idea of being beneath me; he wants to suffer for me. It is his ecstasy and mine. We are lucky! It gotten to the point where I can not remember what I use to do with my free time before my slave, but now I use him in any way I can. On our first evening together, we are at my place having a bottle of wine and playing backgammon, he suggested that his women's friends usually went down on him at the end of an evening like this. I made the same claim and suggest that we play a quick backgammon tournament, winner of the best would have the loser as a personal slave for the rest of the evening. We are not equally match as he thought. I won handily, smiling triumphantly, I ask if he was a man of his word and if he was, he should kneel down and kiss both of my shoes. He knelt before me as I sit serenely on the sofa, I lean back coyly and luxuriously stretch out my slim, bringing my shod feet to within inch of his face, he kisses my shoes. I smile, knowing how humiliated he was and knowing that there would be much more humiliation and foot worship to come. When he is about to get up, I put one of my feet on the back of his head and force his face into the carpet, I announce grandly, "Not so fast," I order and innocently coo. "You're not done with my shoes yet. Lick the bottoms of my shoes." Then, I imperiously raise my foot and dangle it to inch above his amazed; upturned face, he reaches forward and licks the dirty bottom of my shoes with a feeling of total shame and helplessness. I gaze down at him; the sole of my shoes crushed his manhood. I smile and expose the other to his face. He makes my shoes look new! After I was satisfy that the soles of my shoes licked clean, I stuck my high spiked heel to his mouth and order him to suck and lick it. When he has paid his respects to the bottoms of my shoes, I order him to take off my shoes with his mouth very slowly. My shoes were moist and sweaty. I told my slave to smell my shoes and instructed him to lick the insides of my hot; smelly shoes. Stupefied, he obeys, baffled what sadistic is next. After a thorough licking, I place and rub my feet in his face, crushing his nose and order him to smell and kiss my feet. It is the beginning of summer and I was not wearing stockings; my bare feet were aromatic and perspired. They also were not too clean, but none of that seemed to prevent him from obeying. He grasps my foot in his hand and presses his lips to the top of it, I extend the other to his face and he kisses it in the similar fashion. "That's just for openers, my slave," I exclaim, giggling. "Now you're going to worship my feet like a truly well trained slave should." With an evil glint, I dangle my foot coyly above him. "Lick my soles, lick my soles of all, very carefully, very tenderly. Get that tongue of yours out." Slowly, tantalizingly, I lower my foot, toes wriggling playfully, the instep aristocratically arched. Giggling as I gradually step down upon his face; my toes mash his proud nose beneath them as my sole crush his lips. I giggle and knew that he was enjoying his debasement as his tongue bath my feet. Above him, in a heady exhilaration of triumph, I savor the moment as I slid my foot across his mouth to direct his efforts. "Now my heels, your mouth should open as far as possible, with lips covering teeth completely, tongue relaxed." I lower my heel into his waiting mouth and cupped by lips and tongue. "Slight suction," I demand. "Follow by gently circular licking." "Now my slave, you shall make a new progress." I gaze down at him sweetly and smile. "Suck my toes!" I order. At the same time, my big toes aggressively force its way between his lips and wriggled into his mouth. "Take each toe into your mouth, take great care not to let it touch your teeth, and suck it gently and lovingly, caressing the underside with your tongue." I stuck my feet in and all over his mouth until he clean them properly. When I decided that he had enjoy my feet enough, I order him to stop. "Now I'd like your tongue up between my legs. I hope that your tongue is not too tired from cleaning my feet because I'm ready for a good cum, or two or three," I laugh and stand up and order him to slip off my skirt and panties. The combination of the weather and the stimulation of his tongue between my toes, had my wet before he began. I had my three orgasms before I let him rest. "Slavery seems to suit you." I comment, noticing the wet stain on his face. "Dogs don't wear clothes in my house. Strip, I want to see what you look like." I order. He obeys and stands before me naked, his cock still dripping. I handle his cock and balls, playing with him and warning him not to cum. As I fool with him, I hand him one of my shoes and order him to smell the inside. He is wild with desires when I stop playing with him and announce that it is the time he must leave. He virtually drops to his knees and begs me to allow him to stay and hoping that he would permit to cum. "My Female and male relationships are of Mistress and slave kind if I let you stay, this slave game's for real and you're in it for keeps! You'll have to accept that remain as my most humbly and total obedience personal slave in earnest," I explain. "You'll be my dog-slave, and you'll answer to the name of 'Doggie'. When in my Royal presence, you'll always be at my feet; on your knees; eyes fixed on my feet, awaiting my commands. My commands may be verbal, or by signal, just as I would command a dog. A snap of my fingers will be enough to indicate to you that a command will be forthcoming. I'll than point with my hand or direct you with my eyes as what task I wish you to perform. Should I arise from my throne and start to walk, you'll follow me prostrately on your hands and knees kissing the floor I walked on, and when I stop, and command "Hell, doggie!" You'll lower your head to my spiked heels and lick, just like a dog. Should I continue walking, you'll again follow me on your fours, making sure that you're always behind me, and at a snap of my fingers, like a dog, your hearing at attuned to the sound of my snap, you must immediately crawl to my feet awaiting my further commands. In any event, you'll remember that you're my doggie." It did not take long for him to respond. "Please allow me to stay," he begs, as he drops to his knees and kisses the floor in front of me. "Are you sure?" I ask. His response is to keep his lips pressed to the floor in front of me. I walk up to him and step on the back of his head, symbolizing our roles in life, giggling as I put even more pressure steps down upon it. Triumphantly smiling, thinking that a slave must remember that he is what he is, a slave, because he has chosen to be a slave. I do not know of any time that a slave has not come to me willingly, on his knees, of his own accord, begging for the honor and privilege of serving me, in whichever way I may choose. "In that case, crawl into the bathroom and lie on the bathtub." He obeys, I sweetly smile and heard he assumed the positions then I enter with a good thought of humiliation, degradation, and abuse those are the words that must burn into every slave's mind. I am a firm believer that to properly control a slave, he must constantly humiliate, and degraded, just like a dog, although I have more respect for a dog than I have for a slave. I hang myself over the edge of the tub and begin to pissing on his face; as the streams weaken, I direct it at his mouth. "Open," I order. "And have a drink!" He never hesitated. He takes his first drink, of what would be a daily occurrence, of my urine. I have him tell me how beautiful my ass is and how lucky he is that I allow him to be my toilet. I can not keep my smiling. "While you're around, I won't be using toilet paper. You'll be consuming all of my piss from now on and on, you'll derive all of your nourishment from my body, both liquid and solid." I just can not resist the feeling that comes over me, it is strong and I almost get dizzy with it. When I finish, I laugh and go into the bedroom. "Dry yourself off and come in, I want to tell about some of your other duties," I order. He knelt at the foot of my bed and I tell him that he shall to obey without hesitation as expected. If he displeased me he could expect to be punish and if the offense was serious enough he might be dismiss. With that, I slid down to the end of the bed and place a foot on each of his shoulders, putting a pillow under my buttocks so that his face was level with my backside. "You'll be eating my asshole soon." I promise as I press my asshole to his nose. I grind my asshole to his lips and he pushes his tongue up into my rectum, worshipping and cleaning me. "Good," I moan. "Get your tongue further up into my rectum and taste your favorite food, have you found any shit yet?" I laugh. "My friend Sheren she'll dropping around to see you occasionally, sometimes while I'm here and sometimes alone. I suggest you be as respectful and obedience to her as you're to me. We may decide to play games with doggie and one of our favorites is when we're entertaining some of our female friends, we'll play a game called 'Fetch Doggie'. You'll allow to sniff Ladies' feet and shoes. That is, if there are other females present, you must sniff all the feet and shoes present. Then you'll remove our shoes, but using your mouth only, and with your mouth, present our shoes to us. We'll then place them in heap and with doggie blind folded; you must match up the proper shoes with the proper Lady. For every pair that you fail to match up properly, you'll be severely slap by the Lady that you have offended by not properly sniffing and matching. The Lady will presents her hand to your lips when she smacking your face, and you must thoroughly kiss and lick it, thanking her for her punishment. The amount of slaps that you'll receive will depend on the Lady." At dinner, I will see a nicely set table with steak and potatoes. Sliding my chair out, I will find my slave dinner on the floor under the table, consisting of the same meal, but arranged without a plate. I walk in, after working all day, feet tired and sweaty, shoes with a day's worth of dirt on them. When I get to the table I mash his food into the floor under the bottoms of my shoes, another great feeling comes over me knowing that while I'm eating my slave is under the table licking his meal around my shod feet, waiting for me to cross my legs so he can continue licking his mean from the bottoms of my shoes. The thought of him eating under from my feet, the dirt or whatever I stepped in that day, from my shoes is so appealing. Now it is time for my bath, but before I get into the water he had prepared for me, he must undress me and licks every inch of my whole body(kind of pre-bath cleaning). As a Mistress, that just only one of my enjoyment. A slave should please me for the rest of my life in whatever I love. Parting my ass cheeks, I grab a handful of hair and rub his face up and down my asshole, making sure that his face smells good for his sleep. Then I make him lick my crack spotless and probe my asshole for any extra food or snack before bed. He knelt in front of me and says, "Thank you, Mistress!" I gaze down at him, not too long ago this was a high powered executive who enjoyed a reputation as a Lady killer, now he lives to serve me in the manner I demand as my humbly total personal slave. I could not help smiling with pride as how well I had him trained. After my bath, I climb into bed and enjoy my lowly slave humbly worshipping my foot and tell him to get my high heel. He returns and kneels next to my bed, I stuffing the toe of the pump deep into his mouth and fall with the stockings or panties that I had on that day on his face. Then off to sleep, I go with good thoughts of the day and how to put my slave through his loving agony tomorrow. Tomorrow? Tomorrow would be my another wonderful day!

Hello, My name is Skye  and I'm a Goddess. I am Irish, 22 years old, 5'10" with gorgeous blonde hair, full breasts, and long, long legs. Of course I'm beautiful. I have high cheekbones, freckles, and luscious and full lips. Genetics was good to me as I am 100% me with no artificial ingredients! I'm a typical Gen X girl in that I love bell bottoms, platform shoes, tops that shoe my belly button, big earrings, and dark, metal-flake nail color. To say I drive the men wild is a slight understatement.

I also love to dominate and humiliate men. I was very surprised to find out that despite their aggressive nature, men have a need to be dominated by a beautiful woman. They will do literally anything for a whiff of a woman's pussy or ass - AND I DO MEAN ANYTHING! I have many slaves and I delight in stretching their limits for my amusement and entertainment. I usually video-tape their depravity and I make a pretty good living selling them to a porn company that specializes in amateur dominatrix tapes. It's funny because many of my slaves are married or have girlfriends and are usually hesitant to be filmed but I've yet to meet a man who after ten minutes of licking my feet and sucking my toes who wouldn't willingly agree to star in one of my videos!

Sometimes I have my slaves perform for my friends as well. If a slave performs to my expectations, I'll usually reward him by allowing him to jerk off as I stand above him, sometimes feeding him my golden nectar at the same time.

Last night, I called Tom and told him that I was in a rude mood and ordered him to show up at 9 PM. He asked if he could make it another night since he was supposed to take his kids to a basketball game but after I told him that I would be busy the rest of the week, he agreed to drop his kids off at a babysitter.

At precisely 9 PM, there was a knock at my door. Without opening the door, I ordered Tom to strip and to drop his clothes down the incineration chute. I waited ten minutes just to make him sweat and then I opened the door, looking down upon him - For he was on his knees.

"Good evening Tom", I cheerily replied. "Please crawl in and say hello to my feet". Tom crawled in as I sat on the couch with my legs crossed. One of my cameras was poised on a tripod a few feet away. Tom took my foot in his hands and began massaging it. After a few minutes he began licking the sweat off of my feet. Half an hour earlier, I had just completed a rigorous aerobics workout and I'm sure my feet were quite rank. He spent quite a bit of time licking the soles of my feet.

"Now the toes, and don't forget to lick between them", I said.

He complied immediately, sucking each toe into his mouth and snaking his tongue in between each toe and sucking out the lint and toe-cheese. After finishing with my feet, I got up and told him to sit with his back against the front of the couch and his head all the way back facing the ceiling. I sat squarely on his face and wiggled around until I got comfortable. His head sunk down as he became part of the couch and I turned on the television to watch American Idol. His strained attempts at breathing were a turn-on for me as I assumed my position of superiority.