As soon as I entered the door of Her apartment, I could feel a sense of electricity in the air.  Miss Kathy, as I learned from Her web site was a Dominant. Her shoulder length auburn hair framed a very pretty face She was a big girl, not fat, but big, strong looking and if She wasn’t so pretty might have seemed scarry, but She was so pretty, like a forties movie star. Kathy introduced me to Her cat and taking me by the hand led me to Her bedroom She sat on the edge of Her bed and opened a drawer to reveal that it was full of paddles, restraints, several dildoes, and other things. I knelt on the floor to get a better look at the contents and when I turned back to Miss Kathy She took me in Her arms and kissed me  she was kissing me hard and full of passion. I'm a soft and slow kisser, but she was aggressive. It was deep passion, and hunger that was contagious. A deep hunger was building in me as I lost mind and will.. In another minute, she was pushing me down onto the bed. Before I knew it, she had my shirt off and was licking my nipples. No girl had done that to me before. It was surprisingly pleasurable. "Oh," I gasped.

She smiled at me. "Feels good, doesn't it, baby?"

"I never knew it could." I stammered.

"I think we’ll make a lot of discoveries like that tonight," she said. "Let's get these pants off of you," she purred.  She already had my belt undone and my jeans unsnapped and open so I kicked off my shoes and lifted my butt up, and she pulled my pants and underwear down in one swift motion. She kneeled between my legs and started sucking my hard cock. She licked up one side of my shaft and down the other. She swirled her tongue around the tip before taking a mouthful. Her hand clamped on my shaft and pumped back and forth. .

"Whoa, Kathy, I - "  I had never felt that hot and wet in my life

"Relax, baby," she said, pausing. "Do you like it?"

"I ,I,  I love it’ and when I said that I watched in awe as She put the middle finger of Her right hand into her mouth and drawing it out, all wet with Her saliva.  Her right hand moved between my legs and She began rubbing my taint. It was sopping wet and slippery.  Her fingers were running up and down my crack. And then her middle finger stopped, right on my asshole, and she started to push. I was startled from my reverie.,

"Kathy, what are you doing?"

"I want to exlpore you, Dennis."

"What?!"

"I want to put my finger up your asshole," she said as she stared at me lustfully. "Trust me. It's going to feel great." Before I could answer, she pushed her finger in. "See how relaxed you are?" Then she pushed her finger in past the second knuckle.

I looked up at Her pretty face and watch Her ruby red lips form a wry wicked smile and staring deeply into my eyes As the tip of Her finger slowly entered the opening of my ass and slowly pushed in.   My mouth was wide open, but no words were able to come out.  We just looked into each other’s eyes while She began a slow in- out in out fucking motion in my ass.  She pushed Her finger deep and held it in while she wiggled the tip a few times.  It was like She found a magic button that sent wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure  thoughout my entire body.  She laughed a little and then I felt Her ring finger joining the middle finger in Her overpowering penetration of my body and mind.  Again my mouth opened wide but I could find no words.  It was Kathy that spoke.

   “Does little dennis like his Mistress to finger fuck his ass?

“Yes, Yes I do.” I sheepishly confessed

“You must say ‘Yes, Mistress, dennis.” She corrected me, “You do want me to be your Mistress don’t you.”

Yes, Mistress, I found myself pleading, “Yes, I want you to be my Mistress.”

“and you will always obey Mistress Kitty?”     YES, Mistress Kitty

And You will let Mistress Kitty fuck you as She wants?...... YES, Mistress

“Let me hear you beg Mistress Kitty to fuck you right now”

“Please, Mistress Kitty, please fuck me. I want to feel You fuck me.” I begged

 Just then Mistress Kitty held an eight inch dildo in front of my face my face,

And told me to beg for “Her Cock” I tried to focus on Her pretty face but that huge realistic looking rubber cock was almost touching my nose and lips

“Yes Mistress Kitty” I heard myself say. “Please let me feel Your cock in me. Please fuck me with Your cock.  Please”

She laughed a little as She poked the tip of rubber cock through my lips as I tried to talk and then demanded that I suck Her cock  “Show me how you want to suck my cock, slut.” 

Can a Superior Female mold a seemingly normal male into a submissive pussy whipped slave?  Can a Woman that doesn’t seem to know anything about Domination instinctively use a mans hunger and drive to change his desires and needs to please Her? Will a man willingly allow a Superior Female to use Her fingers and hands to train his body to respond to being humiliated and debased like a helpless slut? Would he abandon his desire for a blow job and accept being fingered in his ass? and not only take it, but long for it; even beg for it?

Before we were married I was very fond of going down on my girlfriend and bring her to orgasm. I also wanted Her to reciprocate but She never would, but She promise me that someday She would.  She said She was just not ready yet. I thought that once we were married She would, but She never did. Sometimes during sex with Her on top, She would pull Herself off my dick and move up to where Her wet and dripping pussy was just an inch from my mouth. As I lifted my head to make contact, I would reach up to cup Her breasts in each hand. I felt trapped, but somehow grew to love it.

    Other time I would be going down on Her and try to shift my body position to that of 69 in hopes that maybe the promise She made me would come true. It never did. Then one night when I was eagerly lick and kissing Her pussy and moved into the 69 position, She gently spread my legs apart with Her hands. I was sure She was going to fulfill Her promise and all my dreams.  I stopped eating Her pussy long enough to look down into Her eye’s to see Her wet Her middle finger in Her mouth and smile at me as She inserted it  into my ass.  As She slowly twisted it in and began finger fucking my ass, I slowly accepted my fate and went back to using my lips and tongue to bring Her to Orgasm.

Can a Superior Female mold a seemingly normal male into a submissive pussy whipped slave?  Can a Woman that doesn’t seem to know anything about Domination instinctively use a mans hunger and drive to change his desires and needs to please Her? Will a man willingly allow a Superior Female to use Her fingers and hands to train his body to respond to being humiliated and debased like a helpless slut? Would he abandon his desire for a blow job and accept being fingered in his ass? and not only take it, but long for it; even beg for it?

Before we were married I was very fond of going down on my girlfriend and bring her to orgasm. I also wanted Her to reciprocate but She never would, but She promise me that someday She would.  She said She was just not ready yet. I thought that once we were married She would, but She never did. Sometimes during sex with Her on top, She would pull Herself off my dick and move up to where Her wet and dripping pussy was just an inch from my mouth. As I lifted my head to make contact, I would reach up to cup Her breasts in each hand. I felt trapped, but somehow grew to love it.

    Other time I would be going down on Her and try to shift my body position to that of 69 in hopes that maybe the promise She made me would come true. It never did. Then one night when I was eagerly lick and kissing Her pussy and moved into the 69 position, She gently spread my legs apart with Her hands. I was sure She was going to fulfill Her promise and all my dreams.  I stopped eating Her pussy long enough to look down into Her eye’s to see Her wet Her middle finger in Her mouth and smile at me as She inserted it  into my ass.  As She slowly twisted it in and began finger fucking my ass, I slowly accepted my fate and went back to using my lips and tongue to bring Her to Orgasm.

Doing some reading about "Pegging" and prostate milking.  I wonder how many Females there are that use those forms of Domination and control?

Have to go to the Dentest tomorrow. Annual cleaning.  It always makes it easier to imagine that the Hygienist is a Dominatrix that is forcing me to accept all sorts of bizarre things in my mouth.  I know it is all exray and cleaning tools, but uncomfortable things are just that, uncomfortable.  It does make me wonder if there are a number of Women that go into jobs that let them give uncomfortable directions to men and be able to violate them orally.

What do You like to violate?

There are dozens of songs, maybe hundreds, of songs about men becoming enslaved by the Power and Beauty of a Woman.  Elvis-"Teddybear." Beatles-"Chains"  "Bend me , break me,"  just to name a few. 

   I know the woman of my dreams is out there. . .but close.  You want to get me to submit to Your kinky desires.  You delight in teasing and tormenting me to the point i quiver and beg for more of Your complete control over me.  Whether it is pain or pleasure, You make me want more. You want to assume the Dominant role and teach me to submissively accept any possition of sexual pleasure that You want to have.  You see me as one whose sole purpose is to give You pleasure, even if it means i might suffer pain or humiliation. 

    You want to dress me.  groom me.  Teach me to play with Your toys.

Teach me to be Your toy.

       How close are You?

"When we were at school, our games were simple.

I played the janitor, You played the Monitor.

then You played with older boys, and Prefects.

what's the attraction in what there're doing

Hey, Carrie-Anne, What's You game now, can anybody play?

Hey, Carrie-Anne, What's Your game now, can anybody play?

     The Hollies

Ever notice that the word "Deprived" is only one letter from "depraved?" I think some Women know this by intuition, and use it to mold a male into  depraved submission.  Deny a male what he seeks and give him something else to do, and he slowly learns give up his desire and learn to crave the "New Way" that the Dominant Female is teaching him to accept. It can be a wonderful thing though.

All I want for Christmas is to find one true Mistress.  A Dominant Lady that is willing to take some time to get to know each other and actually build a trusting relationship.  I can understand the desire to have a full time 100% commitment, but I think it is unrealistic to think that a contact or two here will make it happen.  I think it would be wonderful if it did, but I am not ready to throw away a job, friends and family to move across State or country to end up with disappointment (or worse)  Being sub don't make me dumb ;just passive and  submissive enough to be willing to listen and try to his please.  That can be a gift too. 

     There must be someone that would like to have a handyman do jobs for them on a semi-regular basis and slowly get to know them well enough to make an informed decision on how to proceed with putting me into sub-space.  And if that leads to a full time 100% commitment to each other, then maybe two dreams could come true. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a safe night.

Baking pies for family gathering. Two pumpkin, pecan, Chocolate w/ whipped cream top, and mincemeat.  I might try a chees cake this year, I've never tried making one but I do like to eat 'em.  I do like to cook some times.

November 22nd, is both the anniversary of the assassination of JFK, but also the day I fist met the Mistress that would later collar me. I was extremely nervous and arrived 25 minuets early and sat in my truck wondering if I should go through with it.  i'm glad I did. it was a pleasant shock to finally see Her for the first time. She opened the door to Her apartment building and smiled so sweetly. "Dennis?  come in."  Her long red hair framed Her pretty face perfectly and I thought to myself that She couldn't be the same Lady in the profile. She was short in height, 5'2" and built like Dolly Parton, not really my taste, but so nice and confident. She seemed more like the typical "Girl Next Door" type then a professional model and Dominatrix. But I was about to learn that reality is far, far different then the fantasies. I had been reading  I was there to fix a lamp. the first of many tasks that She would have me do for Her over the weeks and months that slowly led to my complete surrender to Her will and charms.  As I walked behind Her down the long corridor to the door of Her apartment, I watched Her movements and thought to myself "Yes" I was to slowly learn that 'yes,' is the only response I could ever give Her  I treasure the memories of both Her Beauty and skill as well as the autographed copy of Her magazine centerfold. I hope She is well in California.        Now I am remembering the last time She led me into Her dungeon. but that is a long story that I have never shared. Maybe another day. 

I have a small chicken boiling in a soup kettle. 12 peppercorns didn't seem enough, so I put in 36. I have a pound of carrots cleaned and cut, now to do the same with Spanish onions and celery. Then my kettle of soup will be ready for the noodles. I think I should add some parsley too. I do like to cook some times.

Testical Moanial

What a wonderful experience to visit The Wax Witch.  She is highly professional and extremely beautiful.  Her voice is both authoritative and comforting.  She carefully monitored all my reaction to the pain, which was surprisingly minimal. Her skills and talent make Her an exceptional choice for anyone interested in hair removal. 

     The Wax Witch told me that it would be like having a Band-Aid removed and that was what most of it was like.  There were a couple of times that the pain was higher, but She has such a caring way of handling me that I felt more like I was  being caressed and kissed more  than hurt.  

   Maybe it’s the combination of looking into Her beautiful face and hearing Her confident voice that is both comforting and relaxing.  She is authoritative yet comforting, professional yet playful.  The Wax Witch is so knowledgeable and Her beauty is so captivating,  it would be impossible not to have fond thoughts of Her forever. 

    And now I feel so naughty, so aware of my smoothness and vulnerability.   Everything I do now feels new. Taking a shower is so different, smooth and strange. I feel wetter, cleaner and dry quicker. Getting dressed or undressed is now a more sensual experience.  Everything now has a more intense feeling. Even going to the bathroom is a new, smoother feel.

     I thank the WAX WITCH for taking such good care with my body and mind and now I  look forward to maybe putting myself into Her capable hands again soon.

What a wonderful experience to visit Sambuccas  Strip and Rip Wax Works.  She is highly professional and extremely beautiful.  Her voice is both authoritative and comforting.  She carefully monitored my reaction to the pain, which was supprisingly minimal. Her skills and talent make Her an exceptional choice for anyone interested in hair removal. 

     The Wax Witch told me that it would be like having a bandaid removed and that was what most of it was like.  There were a couple of times that the pain was higher, but She has such a caring way of handling me that I felt more like I was being being caressed and kissed then hurt.  And now I feel so naughty.  So aware of the smoothness and vulnerability.   Now I am ready for a spanking and. . .

I am going to get my nipples waxed. It was also suggested that I get a "Manzililan at the same time. Anyone have any other suggestions?  I am looking for a change. and some Domination.

Rainy days, cold and grey,

extra time now on my hands. 

Still need that Lady,

to put me in bands.

       But it's Halloween and the T.V. is full of scary, sexy and funny stuff. 

Monday morning and my plans for 11Am were canceled. I hate miscommunication, but that's a part of life, especially with texting. I was really looking forward to servicing Mistress for a few hours.  I miss inhaling the intoxicating scent of a Dominant Female. the feel of my lips gently kissing her soft skin. every inch a fresh delight. To be pinched and prodded to do whatever She wants.  To be molded into Her ideal toy. Maybe i'll find a teacher soon. 

I hate pain. I take three aspirin for a headache and close my eyes and turn my head away if I have to get a shot. So why is it that a Lady can slap my face and I feel like I've just been kissed? or She can pinch my lip till I taste my blood and I feel grateful? Why is it the a seriously Dominant Female can pinch and twist my nipples and it seems like foreplay?  Why is it that that the idea of giving oral service for hours while being neglected myself is exciting? Why is it that a Real Woman can make me take Her srtap-on up my ass and get me to beg for more? This does not seem normal for a man, and yet they have all really happened. Maybe I need a medical examination to see what I need to make me right. 

Lunch time can be so boring.   Same old burgers, or subs. even soup and salad bars seem to be the same generic stuff. I think I need a nice Femme Domme to have me give oral worship to Her for my lunch hour. That would be both satisfying and non fattening.  I know there has to be a Lady out there that might like a slave for that.  How about a Monday munch lunch?

It's good to be feeling alive and frisky again,  Now I just wish it was easier to find a Dominant Lady that was close enough to make a good connection to. After being sick for a month, I think I should write a  story about a Femme Domme doing a medical exam on me .Checking all areas of my body for sensitivity and tolerance to pain as well as pleasure. exploring, probing and experimenting As Her soft, hypnotic voice relaxes and guilds me to accept everything She says and does.  Her use of hands and special devices are expertly applied and I am brought to believe that I need to submit to Her therapy for ever.

Any suggestions? 

Wow, I feel like I've risen from the dead. Down so sick for three days, never did find out what it was,   glad my boss directed me to the urgent care center. where they tested me for something like "merser." Ten days of antibiotics and i'm finally feeling normal again. but so weak, Well, as close to normal as possible for a . . . .well you decide,

Going to the Dentist on Monday.  Not my favorite way to miss work.  It can be made better though if I pretend that the Hygentist is a Dominatrix that is punishing me for being naughty.

And then of course being forced to submit to unspeakable humliations for her pleasure.  For of course man was created for the pleasure of Women.

Another sleepless night.  Tossinig and turning. Tormented by memories and desires.  throwing the covers off and then bringing them back.  Thinking. . .no yearning, to be with a Dominant woman that would tease and torment me the way only a Woman can do. With soft caresses and hard nails. With intoxicating scent and taunting words. pleasure and pain twisted again. In the hands of a special Lady. To be HERS, to ose myself in the Feminine Power of . . . You?

The appointment was set for 2:00PM.  It was not only my first meeting with Mistress, it was my first real contact, with a real Dominatrix.  i was very nervous, so i pulled into the apartment complex at 1:40. i drove past the address and found a parking space.  That was when my mind started playing tricks with me.  Doubts about Her being real made me consider leaving, and at the same time the idea that i should call Her immediatlly.  i held off and reminded myself that i was mainly here to fix a lamp.

Truth in Bending’s profile is a strong and powerful challenge for the truth. Even though that truth will surly drive many away.  The Challenge is doubled by the fact that it makes me feel like I should be honest about a problem that I have.  It’s a problem with E.D. I don’t know if it was the effects of the chemo I had two years ago, or the blood pressure medicine I have to take now, maybe it’s both, but regardless, my dick don’t get hard.  And maybe it’s psychologiical, but my desire to give oral has multiplied ten fold. Maybe it’s compensation for what I lost., but it seems like giving oral is all I think about. almost  And the idea of a Lady using a strap-on on me makes me shiver with delight.  How does a man come to admit that he needs a Woman to take control and make him do things contrary to his upbringing?

      I Confess: I love reading stories about a Dominant female taking control of a “Naughty boy//man.’ the forced confession of guilt of being a slob or a peeping tom, sniffing panties or masturbating. And after confessing to the crime agreeing to submit to the Woman’s will and authority., then comes the Spanking, humiliation and the forced oral service. At least that was the formula for most of the early stories I read .

      I confess: I do like looking at naked Ladies, and often I have enjoyed sniffing Girls panties. And even though I hate pain, these stories have a draw that cannot be explained. They are exciting, and fascinating. Now the stories stress the idea of men being forced to ware satin panties, butt plugs and being forced to accept a strap-on from the Dominant Lady.

      I confess: I jast can’t help it, I love reading about that too. But even more then reading about it, I like to experience it pinch me, slap, me force me to submit, just let me know You care.

i was visiting Kathy at Her apartment complex, lay by the pool soaking up some sun and talking. Kathy has been a good friend for some time and we enjoyed a lot of off color teasing at times.  You know, harmless flirtations. anyway a guy that must of been in his late teens or early twenties did a really nice dive, and in the spirit of the Olypics, i said that was a 9.1.  Her respons was, Yah, I'd sure like to fill his trunks with something nine iches." 

   i was a bit shocked at the look on her face and the dominant tone of Her voice. and replied back with a question that perhaps i should have left unspoken.

  "You don't have the equipment to do that, do You?" i asked befor thinking.

She looked at me hard and long and after smilling a little moved closer to the chaise lounge i was laying on.

'  Are You asking me if I have a strap-on?" Her face was close to mine and i could smell the sweet fragrance of Her hair.  "DO YOU WANT ME TO HAVE A DILDO?" She said with more authority.

  Then She moved to sit on the side of the lounger and put one hand on my shoulder to hold me down and the other hand went between my legs alowing Her fingers to push and probe that small area between my balls and my ass hole.

   She kept repeating the questions in other forms. "Do you want me to have a dildo?  Do You want me to have a strap-on?  Do you want to see my strap-on cock?" with every repittition and every rariation She pressed harder and harder into my crotch. Sometimes She would keep the pressure on for a few seconds as She rotaited Her finger tips. Other times She keep a sort of in-out rythym going.  i was weakening, and She knew it. "Do you want me to fuck you with my strap-on cock?"   And then i woke up.

I am forever grateful to my friend Jo. I wasn’t expecting anyone when the frond door bell rang. In fact I was a bit annoyed when I went to answer the door. It had been a difficult day, and I just wanted to relax alone. She said her name was Jo, and that all the neighbors were talking about me after the shouting and me telling my astranged-wife to get out. She said she lived in the next building and was wondering if my apartment was like hers . Her eyes were big and brown as was her hair which hung down to her shoulder. Jo looked to be about five foot nine, two inches taller then me.God, She was sexy. She put her cigarette out on the pourch and asked me if I would show her around. She was incredibly sexy and so self assured that I couldn’t say no. I invited Her into the living room and led Her through the dining area to the kitchen. I pointed at the door to the basement and she said basements didn’t interest Her That was a little disappointing because I was hoping to show her my amplifiers and guitars and maybe sing her a song. Instead I we turned to go back through the living room to the stairs that led to the second floor.. I pointed out the bathroom at the top of the stairs and to the empty bedroom that was where my son used to stay before his mother took him away. Then we entered my bedroom. I was a little embarrassed because I hadn’t made the bed. And asd we stood at the foot of that Queen sized be She turned to face me and say: “I’m the guy,” She said. “And you’re the girl.” And very quickly pushed me down on my back and pulled both of my arms over my head and with one strong hand held my wrists together and put her right leg over my hips to holde me dowi was shocked at how fast and how strong she seemed to be She was kissing my face and neck and as I struggled to pull my arms down She began unbuttoning my shirt and it seemed that her free hand was everywhere. Part of me was trying to break free, But Her power was in control and the soft mattress didn‘t help, but another part of me was enjoying what was happening to me and as She undid my jeans and pushed them down I knew that I was too far gone to even wane to stop Her. She then proceeded to take me into Her mouth and give me the best blowjob I had ever gotten . It didn’t take long and She drained everything out of me and quicker then She had started, She was up and gone. I lay there devastated and in shock for a few seconds and the jumped up and tried running after Her as I pulled my clothes back on. I ran out the front door and just caught a glimps of Her turning the corner. I ran across the lawn and across the parking lot just as Jo was entering Her own front door. I slowed down a bit to catch my breath and try to figure out what was going on and what I wanted to to say to Her. I rang the door bell and waited a few minuets befor Jo opened the door. She was smiling and said. “So soon?” “Please,” I said. “You can‘t just do that and walk away. We nred to talk. I have to see You more. I…” “o.k.” Jo said. Come on in.” She said maybe we could out, but that I would have to dance with Her first. A song came on the radio and She grabed my hand and we started dancing . We danced three fast songs in row and then a slow one. The news came on and we sat down while She smoked a cigarette and had a coke. She told me She was Bi and didn‘t drink, but liked to go to the bars and dance. I told her that I was very oral oriented and that She had done the very thing that I had been begging my wife of five years do but She always refused. Jo smiled at that and just said “That’s typical.” I told Jo that Her blow-job was so intense that I just had to go down on Her and bring Her off, like She had done me. “Maybe,“ was all the reply I got We danced off and on for two and a half hours before She finely said yes. Jo helped me get over the divorce and She opened my eyes to so many new experiences and. I am forever grateful that my friend Jo showes me the joy a man can have if he is willing to submit to the desires of a knowledgable Female. She knew how teasing me would turn me into Her odedient pussy slave.

Last Thursdays storms wreaked havoc with my computor and everything else  What is wrog with DTE?

i am a good handyman. capable of repairing small electrical problems as well as plumbing, carpentry, drywall, and ceramic tiles.  i can work indoors and out so If any Ladies want to use me, please let me know what you want i love to satisfy and we can probably work something out. or in. o

i was reciently asked about being with (Submitting To) a Lady much older then myself.  Submitting to a Dominant Female seems to me like a natural response.  Boys are tought from birth to Obey and respect their Mother's. At five we are sent to school to have teachers mold us and teach us. Most of us have been spanked by a Female Authority.  Many of us have been humiliated by a strong willed Female. So if a Women wants to play rough and use a few toys on us, then it just seems natural to submit and take it like a man. thankfully.

.  .   .  . i am reminded that if God didn't want pussy to be eaten, He wouldn't have made it look like a taco.

Busy, Busy, Busy. I can't believe how jammed up things have gotten this month. I thought I was goingto getsomeplay-time in by now.  Too many appointments. Tomarrow, I have to find my way around  the Oakland County Governmet complex. The map looks like a college campus or small village.

    Wasn't it Ptardactyl Dysfuntion that first led to the extiction of the dinaoaurs? Just a thought  now that i have one other health problem that most men don't like to talk about.  i have high blood pressure. It's the side effect of that and the medication (Lisinopril) that causes Eractil Dysfuntion. That's a pretty fany word word for "limp dick syndrom."  The odd thing is  that, since i have lost the ability to get and maintain a good erection, my desire for sex has increased something wicked.  it makes me even more oral and anal erotic then normal.

Why is it that a Lady holding a riding crop is so exciting? and why is it that ten whacks with a cane are so far superior to ten wacks of a crop?  Maybe someone wouldl ike to help answer these questions.

You still have a spanking coming for lying to me earlier.” You explained. “I want you naked and across my knee NOW. Before I change my mind and call the police”

Dennis hurridly removed his shirt, shoes and socks and finally his pants and under shorts. He then lay across Your lap and felt your left tightly grip him just above his hip, Your right hand gently resting on his left ass cheek, “You know that you deserve this don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You know you want me to spank you, don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress” Your hand left the right ass check

“And you will thank me for every swat, Wont you?”

Smack

“Thank you, Mistress”

“And you will count each blow.” You said as you lowered another hard swat to his ass.

“OW, two, Thank you Mistress” SNACK

“No, every time you make a mistake we have to start over at one.“ It was her game, and Her rules. SMACK

“One, thank you Mistress.” SMACK

“Two, thank you Mistress.” SMACK

“Three, thank you Mistress.” SMACK

He wiggled a little trying to hold back from crying out

“Four, thank you Mistress.” SMACK HE felt her warm hand resting again on his left ass cheek. With a slow circular motion and slight movement of her fingers You could feel the warmth you were creating. Dennis felt waves of pleasure as You gently raked your nails over the reddening flesh that was now accepting her every desire SMACK! SMACK!!

“Five, Six, thank you Mistress. Thank You.” SMACK

Again Your warm hand rested on dennis’s warm ass. You gently stroked and kneded the flesh and he shivered as You ran your middle finger up and down the crack of his ass. It was then that he realized his cock had slid between her thighs just above her knees. It was like being caught in a vise and he no idea howit happened.

SMACK

“Seven, thank you Mistress.” SMACK it came harder

“Eight, thank you Mistress.” SMACK and harder stii

“Nine, thank you Mistress.” SMACK

Dennis was relieved the the blows stopped and he again felt Your soft hand caressing his now inflamed ass cheeks. He couldn’t understand it but for the first time in his life he was actually beginning to enjoy a painful and humiliating experience. Your fingers were like magic o his backside and he was begging to feel real pleasure from her touch and the she again started to run her fing up and down the crack of his ass. It felt good and he started to think about why. Then he realized that something was different. Your finger was now probing deeper. He tensed a little when he realized You ware closing in on his sphicter.

“Relax, pussy face. You will submit to everything I choose to do.” She said firmly. “Do you agree?”

“Yes Mistress.: With that he felt Her finger enter into his depth

“I love a good finger fuck, I think you will too pussy face” with that said, ou slowly withdrew Your finger just leaving the first knuckle in and then pushing back to probe as deep as You could. After several even stroke You began to very the angle, and the speed and when You could feel him relax, You said. “You like me to do this don’t you .pussy”

“Yes mistress.”

“You like being my pussy don’t you”

“Yes mistress.”

“You like me to finger fuck your ass pussy don’t You

“Yes mistress.”

“Tell me you want me to fuck your ass pussy”

“Yes mistress. I want you to fuck my ass pussy” With that You inserted a second finger and pushed then deep into his ass. With both fingers in contact with his prostate You gently massaged Your finger tips and said. ”You will beg me to fuck You, Beg me to fuck your ass, Beg me to let you be my pussy slave. Say it Bitch.

It made no sense for a man to say those words. It made no sense for a man to say he was her bitch.. But he was out of his own control and found himself almost weeping as he began to beg:

“Yes Mistress, I want you to fuck me , Please fuck me. I am your bitch Please fuck my ass pussy I want to be your bitch forever”

With that You pulled Your hand out of his ass and gave one final hard swat abd said:

“We’ll have to go shopping for a strap-on soon.”

Well the chemo is over. That was three months of hell. the burns are beginning to heal andi am able to sleep better now. getting very horny but can't do much about it yet. Maybe i need to talk to my Doctor about E.D. Nobody really likes an old "softy."