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Riding home in the cab, the first snow of the season cascades from the night’s sky. My resentment subsides, I realize what is needed, a new slave, an eager spirited one. One with enough submissive enthusiasm to edge me deeper into my natural deviant realm. Mmmm yes, the training, the breaking, the session upon session to calibrate him into the most obedient bitch ever. His euphoric sub-spacing will feed my sweet addictive dominant self. Smiling sadistically at the thought, the cabbie pulls to the curb. While paying and exiting the taxi, a vigorous wind gushes up my skirt, making my piercings grow tight on my chilled flesh. Everything is so crystal clear, re-building My Queen-“DOM” is evident.
The next morning, the city is covered in a thick blanket of pure white. My apartment fills with the strong aroma of my favorite blend brewing. Rarely am I up this early to see the vanilla world revolve but my quest has me enthralled. From my frosted icy window, I notice everything moving so slowly, so cautiously unsure of its self, so afraid to move at a normal pace. My newbie virgin whore will demonstrate that same anticipation of walking on thin ice.
Filling my cup, grabbing my smokes, I head to my office. Anxiously I sign onto my computer, enthusiastically wanting to canvas my files, emails and other correspondence for a new prospective sub-missive, but I’m interrupted by the doorbell. Rising from my chair, I adjust my robe, tightening the sash, the bell rings again. Thinking to myself, the flaming this impatient visitor will get, I rapidly whip open the door.
I’m greeted by two uniformed men in blue. One instantly drops his eyes, avoiding any contact with mine. The other takes a more stern approach. I invite them in, to adjourn in my office. As I sit behind my desk, the uneasy one promptly parks himself in a chair nearby, while the other keeps to his feet in front of me. I teasingly puff the steam from my mug, lick my lips, then take a quiet sip. I’m interrogated as to my where abouts last night and reply unperturbedly “dining and drinks with a gentleman friend.” Placing a cigarette to my lips, the timid officer reaches forward and flicks his lighter. My inhale is deep and I purposely heave a sigh exhaling. Then I’m informed my dear friend Justin is at the hospital, seriously injured and suffering schizophrenia. He’s been calling out my name and jabbering utter nonsensically notions. I’m questioned of the sorts of women he involves himself with. “He’s quite the ladies man”, I say smiling. Drawing on my cig I add, “gold-diggers seek him out. He makes it quite known he’s filthy rich”. As I confess who in the past few weeks, he’s been involved with. Their names are quickly jotted down on his pad. So who is the gentleman’s name who had the pleasure of being my escort asked the detective. His name is also noted. I’m thanked for my time and asked that if I think of anything else would I contact them. Nodding in agreement, I lean into the desk, aim for the ashtray. My robe loosens from the movement and my breasts are clearly visible. Folding the cigarette in half, I extinguish its head with my fingernail. Looking upward I put an over-acted sheepish smile on to justify catching the quick glimpse the officer stole. His eyes then quickly gaze away. While I escort them to the door I’m thanked again for my time. The quiet one eludes any eye contact toward me but places the precinct’s business card in my hand.
Closing the door, I flip the card over. In jagged penmanship it reveals, “My Queen, you are safe. This I promise you” signed b. Smirking I tap it to my lips. Returning to my desk I unlock the drawer, pull out his file and drop the card in. Grabbing my cell I text my lawyer sending off a code to satisfy my alibi. Moments later three words are text back. “yes, My Queen.” A twinge pulses through my pussy. I know my text sparks memories of his latest session. That this high powered whore edges to submit right then and now. That his owned throbbing cock grows pensively hard just from reading my words. Dripping knowing he is not permitted to call or contact me or for that matter, not permitted to touch himself. His tease and denial fetish cravings must await my proper execution. In this he obeys. In this I govern.
With this knowledge a brilliant sequence of debauchery trickles from my brain. Opening my email, clicking the compose letter icon, I begin;
It is time to pay strict attention to your Queen’s demands.
With the first snowfall of the winter’s solstice, I order my whore to shave all hair from chest to balls. Each strong gust will thrash my slut’s body, allowing my dominance to be felt in every step you walk through the city streets. Yes, a constant reminder you are owned.
During daylight hours my bitch’s balls will be bound. By dusk, cock ring snuggly secured. It will not be removed till my whore rises from his tormented night’s sleep. Only to be re-bound again. Knowing my pet’s schedule, your Queen’s inspection can be at anytime.
To show your devoted thanks for this magnificent personal treat. You will bring forth to my Queen-“DOM” a new virgin bitch. Severe consequences shall be taken if you displease me.
After finishing two mugs of java, eight cigarette butts smashed into ashtray later, I’ve spanked out 27 individual local emails into cyberspace. Contently I shut down my laptop, lock up my filing cabinet and head for a soak in the Jacuzzi.
Dropping my robe, the vapor of almond bath oil mixed in with the steam invites my senses. Entering into the tub the pulsing jets caress and soothe my body. The mist fogs the mirrors and chrome accessories. Closing my eyes, I inhale the sweet aroma and drift off. Brittney’s soft cough awakens me, silently she stands holding my towel open. Exiting the tub, she advances and begins to pat dry my body. Cautiously rubs my pierced barbell nipples, traveling the path of the beads of water she wipes my belly. Continuing down my hips to the inner folds of my thighs she kneels and swabs the towel end onto my pierced lips. While flicking them back and forth they click. Her short skirt rises up over her ass as I move back to watch her reach for the last few brushes that finish polishing my legs and feet.
Seeing her thong divide her lovely full ass, I have her hand me the dampen towel. Twisting it, the first whack snaps across her cheek and hem of her skirt, driving her face lower into the tiles. Lifting her skirt, she aches her back and pushes ass up higher and begs for another. The next onslaught of wallops has her legs widen and her holes pulsing against the tiny ribbon between them.
Pulling her panties up into her crack she moans. Before her moans end, I yank them so they are riding her thighs. “Get them off, my pet.” Quickly she removes them, they ricochet across the room. “Fetch, pick them up in your mouth, my pet and place them in my hand.” On hands and knees she retrieves them, crawling back she lightly positions them my palm. Grabbing hold of her ponytail, she follows my lead to the front of the toilet. With a few sharp spanks to each cheek her legs automatically spread, her hands shake holding onto the seat. “Open your ass, my pet.” Widen her crack, her face falls into the bowl.
Inserting my finger into her pussy I watch both her holes contract, her sighs echo from the porcelain. With my other hand I ream her sweet puckering ass hole then halt. Denying her any attention her wiggling hips await for more, she begs so submissively. I wrap her panties around my finger. The added friction gets sucked into her tight ass with each deep shove. The dry hard finger fucking has tears flowing and begging groans that she’s a bad girl. Each exit of my finger it leaves behind some fabric and with ever new entry adds more. Till just an elastic band is showing. Examining Brittney’s juices run a path from her cunt to her hardened clit. Tauntingly hanging there the drip builds then softly plops to the floor. Still holding herself open my 3 fingers glide into her pussy. Twisting and turning I separate them inside her. She starts to swivel her hips. I scold and remove my fingers from her. She whimpers. I order her, “Be still, my pet”. Whispering in her ear, “don’t move till ordered to”. Curling my fingers, slowly she feels how stiff this entrance is. As my knuckles pass through her opening she grunts and murmurs a soulful thank you, my Queen. Once my wrist is inside, her moans and throbs tell me she’s already edging. Elongating my fingers I feel her inner walls and muscles surrounding her womanhood. “Finger your clit, my pet.” , I demand. As she lets go of her ass cheeks my hand is undetectable and nestled in the warmth of her heat. She massages her clit with the rhythm of the gyrations in her pussy. The harmonious suction sounds sends her body ridged. She screams, cries out as she fights the urge to hump. “Work that clit harder, bitch.” Pumping my hand deeper, shifting clockwise, right to left, her body contorts to an edge so close. Vigorously rubbing her clit, I command her, “Rock those fuckin’ hips, my slut.”. Giving backhands to her ripen welts she convulses, her mound smacks against the rim of the toilet then she shoves her ass back to keep my hand in her. “Cum my filthy slut.” “CUM, now.” Drawing the thong from her ass, inch by inch, her ecstasy floods through her. Her pussy convulses around my wrist, she painfully whimpers and collapses over the toilet. As I extract my saturated hand it causes her pee to drizzle on the tiling. Not to be punished she jumps immediately to lap it up and any fluids from her orgasm.
On her hands and knees, she returns to my side. Sitting on the toilet I open my legs, grabbing her hair, she follows direction to my pussy. Opening her mouth she begs for my golden water. My warm pee flows out. Her mouth sucks to my lips as she relishes all she can drink in. Finishing the last of my piss, I say, “Lick me clean, my whore.” Upon gratifying my orders I push her away.
Rising up I walk to the door and in my strictest of tones I state my disapproval. “You will take the hardest cleaning brush and scrub your pussy and ass raw for dirtying my floor with your juices. Let that be a reminder all day of your weakness to hold yourself and pee on my floor.” Peering up slightly, Brittney’s flushed face emits a soft “Yes, my Queen.” You will meet me in my bedroom when you have completed your task.
As I'm finishing my final touches on my make-up and hair, Brittney knocks on my door. Lifting her skirt now panty-less her lips are swollen and red. She turns to show her bright cherry abused bottom. I tell her to expose her clit. My touch is hard and she shivers by the intense rub I give her. So tender you are, I speak out loud, as I fit and fasten a clamp to it. I remind her of her mishap and assure her, its I, who will remove it.
Snapping my fingers and motioning to her to adjust her miniskirt, I can clearly see the clamp protruding outward from under her little apron. Handing her a list of chores, I order her at any chance she has she should grind that clamp into any object in front of her. Bowing her head, she pleasures me with her meek thank you, then asks permission to start her chores. “Go, my pet, go about your business.” Watching her turn with the protrusion between her legs, she slowly strides to the door. She stops at the doorway, she pushes her mound into the doorframe and winces “thank you, my Queen”. As a tear rolls down her cheek. Brittany’s torturous day has just begun.
From: Randy
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i like,started out suspensefull...turned very,very dexxy.....
then brought u right down quick at the end....very clever,very good......
i finally read on your page,hee hee.....horns!!
