Mistress/*****
i met Mistress on alt.com and after exchanging a few e-mails she
decided to meet.
i waited patiently in the mall parking lot for her to show and
briefly began to wonder if i had been stood up but continued to
wait on the assumption i was being watched and evaluated. My
assumption was correct and shortly afterwards turned to look
at the person who was beeping their horn. It was her. She
invited me to take a seat and we talked for a while. Wanting
to break the ice i invited her to dinner but she suggested we
go to her place instead.
i followed her home and at her place i sat quietly on the floor
and listened to her speak. She was quite open and unabashed at
what she wanted. She was seeking a cuckold and slave. She told
of how it excited her to have a slave and how she would love to
sleep with other men and come home and have her slave clean her
pussy. Her opennesss about her dominant desires was both intriguing
and compelling and i looked forward to this union, although i was
a little nervous about her desire to have her slave kneeling in
humiliation at her bedside while she fucked her boyfriend(s).
It wasn't so much my concern about the humiliation, but of health
and STD concerns that made me a little nervous.
Getting up, she led me to the bedroom where she put on a sexy
little outfit and spread her legs motioning me to place my
face between her legs. i have always loved eating pussy and
as i lie there eating her she laid out her rules for a slave.
Would i agree to treat her as a goddess... yes.. Would i agree
to obey all her commands without question... yes. Would i agree
to be her slave and drink her pee and keep her pussy clean...
yes. yes.. yes. She orgasmed and i lapped greedily at her
wetness. "Now, I am going to pee and i want you to drink it",
she said. She did not make any motion to get up so i pressed
my lips tightly around her pussy in anticipation. For a second
i started to worry, fearing i would be able to unable to swallow
her pee fast enough but no sooner had the doubt crossed my mind
than she filled my mouth and i swallowed and gulped and swallowed
again and again. The thought of what i had just agreed to crossed
my mind but it didn't matter. i had been both submissive and a
slave before but her openness about her desires was refreshing
and now i was her slave.
She set forth some rules and said i would not see her that weekend
but the following week. Over the weekend she went out with her
friends and i suspect she had had sex with other men. In the days
that followed she informed me she had not washed and her pussy was
getting nasty but that cleaning her pussy was my job. On Monday
she called and informed me she was stopping by and to come out and
meet her in the parking lot. i rushed out to meet her. She was
smaller than me but her petiteness made me feel ever more
submissive and overwhelmened by her power. As we walked toward my
apartment every click of her heels on the pavement pushed me
deeper and deeper into willing submission.
Once inside Mistress asked for a bottle of water and as i ran to
fetch it the irony that the water i was fetching would soon be
the source of my own humiliation was so utterly devious and obvious
that i could not help but admire her perversion. As before we sat
and talked for a bit and when it was time for her to leave, she
first had me follow her to the bathroom where i knelt and lapped
at her unwashed pussy. In the back of my mind i knew i was probably
lapping up some guys dried cum.
We continued to see each other off and on over the course of the
next year or so. Unfortunately, she was in the process of a divorce
so our meetings were not as frequent as i would have liked. Eventually
i moved which made it more difficult to see one another but still
every so often we would find time for each other. Despite or perhaps
because of our separation i found myself thinking of her constantly.
The longer we were apart the more vivid my fantasies of being her
slave became. Her desire to put me in chastity and watch as, at the
end of her leash, i lapped up her pee from a dog bowl became a
regular dream of mine. Her fantasies were melding with mine. Although
months would pass without seeing or hearing from her i ordered a
chastity device and put myself in it to heighten my submission for
i knew in the back of my mind that i needed to overcome my fear of
slurping down other men's come for her. As months passed, i soon
found myself starting to dream of being her cuckold. My fear of
her power and control in that regard became, in my mind, only more
sexy. Mistress wasn't some fantasy, she was quit real and the
thought of being her lifetime slave my private obsession.
Not having heard from her in some time, i finally reached out to her.
i itemized out the rules she had in the past laid out for a slave and
confessed my willingness to accept her authority and position as
Mistress. Her divorce now finalized, i was ready to take my position
permanently at the end of her leash. As part of that acceptance, i
reached out to alt groups looking to find her a bull that could fuck
her regularly. Despite repeated attempts, i was looking in the wrong
place and her patience with me finding men to screw her came to an end.
i had failed her and for that am truly sorry.
We no longer communicate but i will always be her slave and am posting O/ur story so that if she should read it, she will know my intentions were honest.
i met Mistress on alt.com and after exchanging a few e-mails she
decided to meet.
i waited patiently in the mall parking lot for her to show and
briefly began to wonder if i had been stood up but continued to
wait on the assumption i was being watched and evaluated. My
assumption was correct and shortly afterwards turned to look
at the person who was beeping their horn. It was her. She
invited me to take a seat and we talked for a while. Wanting
to break the ice i invited her to dinner but she suggested we
go to her place instead.
i followed her home and at her place i sat quietly on the floor
and listened to her speak. She was quite open and unabashed at
what she wanted. She was seeking a cuckold and slave. She told
of how it excited her to have a slave and how she would love to
sleep with other men and come home and have her slave clean her
pussy. Her opennesss about her dominant desires was both intriguing
and compelling and i looked forward to this union, although i was
a little nervous about her desire to have her slave kneeling in
humiliation at her bedside while she fucked her boyfriend(s).
It wasn't so much my concern about the humiliation, but of health
and STD concerns that made me a little nervous.
Getting up, she led me to the bedroom where she put on a sexy
little outfit and spread her legs motioning me to place my
face between her legs. i have always loved eating pussy and
as i lie there eating her she laid out her rules for a slave.
Would i agree to treat her as a goddess... yes.. Would i agree
to obey all her commands without question... yes. Would i agree
to be her slave and drink her pee and keep her pussy clean...
yes. yes.. yes. She orgasmed and i lapped greedily at her
wetness. "Now, I am going to pee and i want you to drink it",
she said. She did not make any motion to get up so i pressed
my lips tightly around her pussy in anticipation. For a second
i started to worry, fearing i would be able to unable to swallow
her pee fast enough but no sooner had the doubt crossed my mind
than she filled my mouth and i swallowed and gulped and swallowed
again and again. The thought of what i had just agreed to crossed
my mind but it didn't matter. i had been both submissive and a
slave before but her openness about her desires was refreshing
and now i was her slave.
She set forth some rules and said i would not see her that weekend
but the following week. Over the weekend she went out with her
friends and i suspect she had had sex with other men. In the days
that followed she informed me she had not washed and her pussy was
getting nasty but that cleaning her pussy was my job. On Monday
she called and informed me she was stopping by and to come out and
meet her in the parking lot. i rushed out to meet her. She was
smaller than me but her petiteness made me feel ever more
submissive and overwhelmened by her power. As we walked toward my
apartment every click of her heels on the pavement pushed me
deeper and deeper into willing submission.
Once inside Mistress asked for a bottle of water and as i ran to
fetch it the irony that the water i was fetching would soon be
the source of my own humiliation was so utterly devious and obvious
that i could not help but admire her perversion. As before we sat
and talked for a bit and when it was time for her to leave, she
first had me follow her to the bathroom where i knelt and lapped
at her unwashed pussy. In the back of my mind i knew i was probably
lapping up some guys dried cum.
We continued to see each other off and on over the course of the
next year or so. Unfortunately, she was in the process of a divorce
so our meetings were not as frequent as i would have liked. Eventually
i moved which made it more difficult to see one another but still
every so often we would find time for each other. Despite or perhaps
because of our separation i found myself thinking of her constantly.
The longer we were apart the more vivid my fantasies of being her
slave became. Her desire to put me in chastity and watch as, at the
end of her leash, i lapped up her pee from a dog bowl became a
regular dream of mine. Her fantasies were melding with mine. Although
months would pass without seeing or hearing from her i ordered a
chastity device and put myself in it to heighten my submission for
i knew in the back of my mind that i needed to overcome my fear of
slurping down other men's come for her. As months passed, i soon
found myself starting to dream of being her cuckold. My fear of
her power and control in that regard became, in my mind, only more
sexy. Mistress wasn't some fantasy, she was quit real and the
thought of being her lifetime slave my private obsession.
Not having heard from her in some time, i finally reached out to her.
i itemized out the rules she had in the past laid out for a slave and
confessed my willingness to accept her authority and position as
Mistress. Her divorce now finalized, i was ready to take my position
permanently at the end of her leash. As part of that acceptance, i
reached out to alt groups looking to find her a bull that could fuck
her regularly. Despite repeated attempts, i was looking in the wrong
place and her patience with me finding men to screw her came to an end.
i had failed her and for that am truly sorry.
We no longer communicate but i will always be her slave and am posting O/ur story so that if she should read it, she will know my intentions were honest.
