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Sunday, October 31, 2010
Happy Halloween
Silly little r is now ashley. Here she is on display for all to see:
Doesn't she look cute in her pink bra and panties with thigh highs. Hilarious!
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Thursday, October 28, 2010
The Group, part 1, by slave michael
Mistress Trisha told me about a small party She had attended where Her and some friends had been discussing occupations. All but one of the Women were unaware that their friend Trisha was a professional Female dominant. The others not only knew but actually assisted Mistress Trisha in a few sessions. They all decided that they would come over to Trisha’s and watch a session.
i was the lucky slave for that session. i arrived to find four Women in addition to Mistress Trisha. They were Tammy (the one who assisted Mistress Trisha previously), Sharon, Robin and Janet. All, including Mistress Trisha, were dressed casually in slacks and summer tops.
Mistress Trisha escorted me into the middle of the room and presented me to the group. All the Females held glasses filled with wine and were laughing amongst themselves. Two were seated on the sofa, one in a plush easy chair and one seated on a straight-back kitchen chair. They became quiet as W/we entered the room.
“Girls, this is michael. he is here to demonstrate his submissiveness to Women. You can call him “michael” “slave” or whatever you like. he will address you as “Mistress” or “Ma’am.”
With that She pushed me to my knees and commanded me to greet each of the Superiors.
One by one, i crawled forward, bowed downed and kissed the shoes (or feet) of each Female and said, “Hello Mistress, i am slave michael. i am here to serve.”
The group howled with laughter as i made my was around. After i had completed my greetings, Mistress Trisha joined the others on the sofa and had me return to a kneeling position facing the group. She then began asking questions and making me reveal many of the humiliations and tortures i have gladly suffered under Her command.
“Who controls when you cum, slave?”
“You do, Mistress.”
“Say the phrase, slave.”
“i will only shoot my slime when Mistress Trisha gives me permission.”
The room erupted with laughter.
“What do you do with the slime when I let you squirt, slave?”
“i must always eat my own cum, Mistress.”
More howls of laughter - plus a few comments like “Ugh, disgusting” and “I want to see him eat his cum.”
“How should you be disciplined when you displease a Female, slave?”
“i should be kicked in the balls and dropped, Mistress.”
“If one of the Ladies wants to kick you in the balls what would your reactions be?”
“i would beg to be kicked in the balls, Mistress.”
“If one of these Ladies spits on the floor what would your reaction be?”
“i would beg to lick it up, Mistress.”
“When I need to pee slave, how do you assist?”
“I serve as Your urinal, Mistress. You pee directly into my mouth and i drink it down. If i don’t spill a drop sometimes You let me serve as Your toilet paper.”
“And what happens if you spill?”
“i lick up your Goddess nectar from the floor, Mistress.”
As i answered these and other questions, i looked at the other Females. The novice looked fascinated and amazed. Finally Robin spoke up.
“Can we see him do some of this? Will he really do all the things he said?”
Mistress Trisha looked at Robin and smiled. Without answering, She looked back at me and said, “Strip to your panties, slave. Show these Ladies what a panty boy you are.”
“Yes, Mistress,” i responded and was quickly out of my shoes, socks, shirt and pants. i knelt there, in front of Mistress Trisha and the four strange Women, in a pair of frilly, lacy, pink panties. Mistress Trisha had instructed me to purchase and wear this pair just for the occasion. The humiliation was next to unbearable. The Women were laughing uncontrollably and pointing at my panties. i felt my cock hardening.
“Oh my God, he’s getting hard,” Sharon observed, “he likes this.”
Mistress Trisha stood. “slave, you shall be punished for that uncontrollable cock. your balls will pay for this. Let everyone hear you beg to be kicked in the balls. Now!”
“Please Mistress Trisha, i’m sorry for not controlling my cock. Please kick me in the balls, please,” i begged and spread my knees and arched my back. Mistress Trisha paused so that everyone could see my willful submission to Her.”
“Please, please, Mistress, kick my balls. Please punish me. i beg you to kick me in the balls. Please Mistress.”
“Very well, slave, if only to shut you up.” With that, She brought her instep up and into my groin. It was only one kick, but it was hard and it met its target. i doubled over in pain as Mistress Trisha moved toward me.
“Kiss My ball kicking shoe, slave, and thank Me.” I did as told. As I kissed Mistress Trisha’s high heeled shoes, I heard another Female ask, “I’ve never kicked a man in the balls. Could I do that?”
Instantly i heard Mistress Trisha, “slave, beg Mistress Robin for a kick. Tell her how much you would be honored if She would kick you in t he balls.”
“Yes, Mistress,’ i shakily replied. “Please Mistress Robin, i am honored to offer my balls to You. i beg you to kick me in the balls. Please, Mistress, i will cherish the moment forever.”
“Ooohh boy this is great,” Mistress Robin squealed as She jumped up and came up to me as i returned to proper ball kicking position. “Can I kick him as hard as want to?”
“Of course, but you shouldn’t until you have had some experience,” Mistress Trisha replied. “Even a medium kick will hurt like hell - balls are so sensitive - give him one about as hard as I did.”
Mistress Robin looked excited. She didn’t hesitate. With a “Take that” She drove her foot into my balls. She kicked me much harder that Mistress Trisha. i felt like i would throw up. i ended up in a fetal position, hands clutching uselessly at my balls. Through moans and sobs, i could hear Them all laughing - even Mistress Trisha as She playfully scolded Mistress Robin for kicking me so hard.
More wine was poured as they let me recover for a few minutes. Eventually Mistress Trisha spoke.
“Better now, slave? Thirsty? Come here.”
i crawled over to her. There was a small amount of wine left in Her glass. She showed it to me then brought it to Her mouth and let a large glob of spit drop into it. She asked if anyone else wanted to help quench my thirst and one by one each Woman added more spit. By the time the glass was handed back to Mistress Trisha it was two-thirds full of Female spit. Once again, all the Women were laughing as Mistress Trisha presented me with the wine glass.
“Drink up pig-boy. Show us what a good spittoon you are.”
i took the glass and drank down the spit of the 5 Women. Remembering my training, i quickly thanked each one individually for honoring me with the gift of Her spit.
As i remained kneeling in front of the group, They talked about me as if i couldn’t hear or as if i wasn’t there.
“That’s so amazing, he thanked us for spit.”
“And he’s paying for this.”
“Does he do everything You tell him?”
“he’d better - or he can’t serve Me any more.”
That brought laughter from the Women.
Mistress Trisha continued. “he really believes in Female Superiority. The most amazing thing is the effect the female body has on him. It’s unbelievable what he can be made to endure for a peek of panty or flash up a skirt. he’s such a pussyboy.”
They all laughed at me again.
“he’s helpless. Watch.”
Mistress Trisha left the room briefly then returned carrying a pair of panties and a rope. She took a seat at the opposite end of the room from the rest of the group.
“Looky, slave,” She said twirling the panties on Her finger. “Fresh Mistress panties. I just took these off and I’ve had them on all day. Panties, slave.”
“Look how hard his cock is,” Tammy remarked, “It’s poking straight out from his panties.”
“Off with those panties of yours, slave,” Mistress Trisha commanded.
i was then naked in front of the Women. i listened to their cat calls and laughs about my erection and how i could get so excited just looking at panties.
Mistress Trisha tossed me the rope and commanded me to tie up my balls. Once that was done, She pointed to a leg of the marble top coffee table and told me to tie the other end of the rope to it. That left about 2 feet of rope between my balls and the coffee table.
Still twirling the panties, Mistress Trisha asked me, “Do you want to sniff My panties, slave?”
She was more than 20 feet away. “Oh yes, Mistress, please let me smell Your heavenly panties.”
“Here they are, slave. If you want to sniff panties, you have to crawl over here. Let’s see how much you want My sacred panties.”
i began trying to crawl. The coffee table must have weighed 50 lbs. At first, i couldn’t make it budge. It was like the table was anchored in place. my balls were painfully stretched down between my legs. Mistress Trisha stood up and brought the panties to within a few inches of my face.
“Poor pussyboy, he wants it so bad.” She slowly moved the panties away from me then returned to Her chair and held them up for me to see. i strained and let out a gasp as i thought i might pull my balls off, but i got the table to move about an inch. This brought a laugh and a cheer from the rest of the Women.
“Get the panties, slave boy. Come on. Get a good sniff.”
i yelled, grunted, and sweated but got the table moving again. It took about 10 minutes but i finally reached Mistress Trisha and the panties. my balls were burning with pain. i was covered in sweat and gasping for breath.
“Very good, my little pussy boy. First, go back and untie the rope from the table - leave it attached to your balls. Then get back here for your prize.”
i was back and forth in half a minute, eager for my well earned panty sniff.
“Now the real test Ladies. Let’s see how much he’ll endure for his panty sniff. slave, you really want to sniff Mistress’s panties don’t you?”
“Oh yes, Mistress, please.”
“You know the great thing, Ladies, is that if you want to, I could tell this poor pathetic creature that I’ve changed My mind and not let him have any sniff at all. And he would beg to worship Me.”
I heard one of the Women call out for “no panty sniff.” This was followed by a round of laughter.
“Well, slave, I’ll give you your sniff, but there is one more thing I want. I really want to show everyone just how much a pathetic slave to pussy you are. So, for you sniff, you will beg Mistress Robin for one more good kick in the balls.”
Robin squealed with delight.
i couldn’t believe it. As much as i take pride in always trying to obey Superior Females, i didn’t think i could beg for more ball pain. i hesitated.
“What’s the matter, slave, my panties aren’t good enough? you aren’t willing to work a little bit to show how much they mean to you?”
It took everything i had but i so wanted to please Mistress Trisha and show these other Women the length i would go to affirm my devotion and submission to Womankind. i turned towards Mistress Robin, spread my knees, and began begging.
End part 1
i was the lucky slave for that session. i arrived to find four Women in addition to Mistress Trisha. They were Tammy (the one who assisted Mistress Trisha previously), Sharon, Robin and Janet. All, including Mistress Trisha, were dressed casually in slacks and summer tops.
Mistress Trisha escorted me into the middle of the room and presented me to the group. All the Females held glasses filled with wine and were laughing amongst themselves. Two were seated on the sofa, one in a plush easy chair and one seated on a straight-back kitchen chair. They became quiet as W/we entered the room.
“Girls, this is michael. he is here to demonstrate his submissiveness to Women. You can call him “michael” “slave” or whatever you like. he will address you as “Mistress” or “Ma’am.”
With that She pushed me to my knees and commanded me to greet each of the Superiors.
One by one, i crawled forward, bowed downed and kissed the shoes (or feet) of each Female and said, “Hello Mistress, i am slave michael. i am here to serve.”
The group howled with laughter as i made my was around. After i had completed my greetings, Mistress Trisha joined the others on the sofa and had me return to a kneeling position facing the group. She then began asking questions and making me reveal many of the humiliations and tortures i have gladly suffered under Her command.
“Who controls when you cum, slave?”
“You do, Mistress.”
“Say the phrase, slave.”
“i will only shoot my slime when Mistress Trisha gives me permission.”
The room erupted with laughter.
“What do you do with the slime when I let you squirt, slave?”
“i must always eat my own cum, Mistress.”
More howls of laughter - plus a few comments like “Ugh, disgusting” and “I want to see him eat his cum.”
“How should you be disciplined when you displease a Female, slave?”
“i should be kicked in the balls and dropped, Mistress.”
“If one of the Ladies wants to kick you in the balls what would your reactions be?”
“i would beg to be kicked in the balls, Mistress.”
“If one of these Ladies spits on the floor what would your reaction be?”
“i would beg to lick it up, Mistress.”
“When I need to pee slave, how do you assist?”
“I serve as Your urinal, Mistress. You pee directly into my mouth and i drink it down. If i don’t spill a drop sometimes You let me serve as Your toilet paper.”
“And what happens if you spill?”
“i lick up your Goddess nectar from the floor, Mistress.”
As i answered these and other questions, i looked at the other Females. The novice looked fascinated and amazed. Finally Robin spoke up.
“Can we see him do some of this? Will he really do all the things he said?”
Mistress Trisha looked at Robin and smiled. Without answering, She looked back at me and said, “Strip to your panties, slave. Show these Ladies what a panty boy you are.”
“Yes, Mistress,” i responded and was quickly out of my shoes, socks, shirt and pants. i knelt there, in front of Mistress Trisha and the four strange Women, in a pair of frilly, lacy, pink panties. Mistress Trisha had instructed me to purchase and wear this pair just for the occasion. The humiliation was next to unbearable. The Women were laughing uncontrollably and pointing at my panties. i felt my cock hardening.
“Oh my God, he’s getting hard,” Sharon observed, “he likes this.”
Mistress Trisha stood. “slave, you shall be punished for that uncontrollable cock. your balls will pay for this. Let everyone hear you beg to be kicked in the balls. Now!”
“Please Mistress Trisha, i’m sorry for not controlling my cock. Please kick me in the balls, please,” i begged and spread my knees and arched my back. Mistress Trisha paused so that everyone could see my willful submission to Her.”
“Please, please, Mistress, kick my balls. Please punish me. i beg you to kick me in the balls. Please Mistress.”
“Very well, slave, if only to shut you up.” With that, She brought her instep up and into my groin. It was only one kick, but it was hard and it met its target. i doubled over in pain as Mistress Trisha moved toward me.
“Kiss My ball kicking shoe, slave, and thank Me.” I did as told. As I kissed Mistress Trisha’s high heeled shoes, I heard another Female ask, “I’ve never kicked a man in the balls. Could I do that?”
Instantly i heard Mistress Trisha, “slave, beg Mistress Robin for a kick. Tell her how much you would be honored if She would kick you in t he balls.”
“Yes, Mistress,’ i shakily replied. “Please Mistress Robin, i am honored to offer my balls to You. i beg you to kick me in the balls. Please, Mistress, i will cherish the moment forever.”
“Ooohh boy this is great,” Mistress Robin squealed as She jumped up and came up to me as i returned to proper ball kicking position. “Can I kick him as hard as want to?”
“Of course, but you shouldn’t until you have had some experience,” Mistress Trisha replied. “Even a medium kick will hurt like hell - balls are so sensitive - give him one about as hard as I did.”
Mistress Robin looked excited. She didn’t hesitate. With a “Take that” She drove her foot into my balls. She kicked me much harder that Mistress Trisha. i felt like i would throw up. i ended up in a fetal position, hands clutching uselessly at my balls. Through moans and sobs, i could hear Them all laughing - even Mistress Trisha as She playfully scolded Mistress Robin for kicking me so hard.
More wine was poured as they let me recover for a few minutes. Eventually Mistress Trisha spoke.
“Better now, slave? Thirsty? Come here.”
i crawled over to her. There was a small amount of wine left in Her glass. She showed it to me then brought it to Her mouth and let a large glob of spit drop into it. She asked if anyone else wanted to help quench my thirst and one by one each Woman added more spit. By the time the glass was handed back to Mistress Trisha it was two-thirds full of Female spit. Once again, all the Women were laughing as Mistress Trisha presented me with the wine glass.
“Drink up pig-boy. Show us what a good spittoon you are.”
i took the glass and drank down the spit of the 5 Women. Remembering my training, i quickly thanked each one individually for honoring me with the gift of Her spit.
As i remained kneeling in front of the group, They talked about me as if i couldn’t hear or as if i wasn’t there.
“That’s so amazing, he thanked us for spit.”
“And he’s paying for this.”
“Does he do everything You tell him?”
“he’d better - or he can’t serve Me any more.”
That brought laughter from the Women.
Mistress Trisha continued. “he really believes in Female Superiority. The most amazing thing is the effect the female body has on him. It’s unbelievable what he can be made to endure for a peek of panty or flash up a skirt. he’s such a pussyboy.”
They all laughed at me again.
“he’s helpless. Watch.”
Mistress Trisha left the room briefly then returned carrying a pair of panties and a rope. She took a seat at the opposite end of the room from the rest of the group.
“Looky, slave,” She said twirling the panties on Her finger. “Fresh Mistress panties. I just took these off and I’ve had them on all day. Panties, slave.”
“Look how hard his cock is,” Tammy remarked, “It’s poking straight out from his panties.”
“Off with those panties of yours, slave,” Mistress Trisha commanded.
i was then naked in front of the Women. i listened to their cat calls and laughs about my erection and how i could get so excited just looking at panties.
Mistress Trisha tossed me the rope and commanded me to tie up my balls. Once that was done, She pointed to a leg of the marble top coffee table and told me to tie the other end of the rope to it. That left about 2 feet of rope between my balls and the coffee table.
Still twirling the panties, Mistress Trisha asked me, “Do you want to sniff My panties, slave?”
She was more than 20 feet away. “Oh yes, Mistress, please let me smell Your heavenly panties.”
“Here they are, slave. If you want to sniff panties, you have to crawl over here. Let’s see how much you want My sacred panties.”
i began trying to crawl. The coffee table must have weighed 50 lbs. At first, i couldn’t make it budge. It was like the table was anchored in place. my balls were painfully stretched down between my legs. Mistress Trisha stood up and brought the panties to within a few inches of my face.
“Poor pussyboy, he wants it so bad.” She slowly moved the panties away from me then returned to Her chair and held them up for me to see. i strained and let out a gasp as i thought i might pull my balls off, but i got the table to move about an inch. This brought a laugh and a cheer from the rest of the Women.
“Get the panties, slave boy. Come on. Get a good sniff.”
i yelled, grunted, and sweated but got the table moving again. It took about 10 minutes but i finally reached Mistress Trisha and the panties. my balls were burning with pain. i was covered in sweat and gasping for breath.
“Very good, my little pussy boy. First, go back and untie the rope from the table - leave it attached to your balls. Then get back here for your prize.”
i was back and forth in half a minute, eager for my well earned panty sniff.
“Now the real test Ladies. Let’s see how much he’ll endure for his panty sniff. slave, you really want to sniff Mistress’s panties don’t you?”
“Oh yes, Mistress, please.”
“You know the great thing, Ladies, is that if you want to, I could tell this poor pathetic creature that I’ve changed My mind and not let him have any sniff at all. And he would beg to worship Me.”
I heard one of the Women call out for “no panty sniff.” This was followed by a round of laughter.
“Well, slave, I’ll give you your sniff, but there is one more thing I want. I really want to show everyone just how much a pathetic slave to pussy you are. So, for you sniff, you will beg Mistress Robin for one more good kick in the balls.”
Robin squealed with delight.
i couldn’t believe it. As much as i take pride in always trying to obey Superior Females, i didn’t think i could beg for more ball pain. i hesitated.
“What’s the matter, slave, my panties aren’t good enough? you aren’t willing to work a little bit to show how much they mean to you?”
It took everything i had but i so wanted to please Mistress Trisha and show these other Women the length i would go to affirm my devotion and submission to Womankind. i turned towards Mistress Robin, spread my knees, and began begging.
End part 1
Monday, October 25, 2010
The pathetic boys I Speak to - r
I spoke with r again and he sent me a picture of his little itty bitty. It's the smallest wee wee I have ever seen. I told him if there was such a thing as a Guinness Book of World Records for smallest penis he would certainly be a contender.
Friday, October 22, 2010
The pathetic boys I Speak to
Spoke with r today. he needed to be humiliated so badly that he called from work. Ah, but I know a lot of you boys have no self-control and have to call Me from work. r needed to do anything I wanted because serving a Woman is the only thing that really makes him feel good. his little itty bitty is only 2" -- completely useless. That hole in his face certainly makes a good urinal as well as a nice, warm cozy place for a real man's piece of meat.
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Wednesday, October 20, 2010
slave diary
slave diary: January 1, 20xx
20xx closes with Mistress Trisha not having allowed me a slave squirt in three weeks. Her male chastity device digs in painfully if even the slightest erection begins. Naturally, Mistress made sure that i "suffered" hard-ons all evening last night. She knows i am powerless to resist Her.
i remember the last cum She allowed. After alternatively teasing me deliciously and torturing me mercilessly for two hours - which included strapping me to Her table, with dildo gag sticking out from my mouth, and roughly riding my face to a loud and glorious female orgasm - She began to re-attach Her chastity device to my (Her) cock and balls. i guess She saw the disappointment in my face because She then gave me a long lecture about male orgasms and mine in particular. i never "deserve" an orgasm and having one is purely and completely at Her whim and discretion. If i wanted to be a jerkoff free to make a mess whenever i wanted then that would mean i would never be allowed to be in Mistress Trisha's presence again.
She made me say my male slave slogan over and over, "i will only shoot my slime when Mistress Trisha gives me permission."
She then surprised and delighted me by giving me an opportunity for a slave squirt. First She removed Her chastity device. Then pulling down the backside of Her Sacred Panties, She sat on top of my face and positioned Her glorious rosebud on my mouth. If i could clean and service Her backside and in so doing get Her off again, She'd probably let me shoot slave slime. The honor was incredible. i buried my inferior face into Her Superior Ass like a starving man going after his first meal. Each time i gasped for air i also praised and thanked Her for allowing me worship Her. i wanted to tell Her that cleaning Her Sacred Asshole was even more a reward for me that a disusting slime squirt - but i was greedy and wanted that too.
As She approached orgasm, She began whipping my cock. That caused me buck and convulse and that must have made Her ride on my face even better because as She came (always a glorious, wonderful and beautiful thing) She really swung the whip.
She slipped off of me and rearranged my bondage so that my legs were pulled over my head such that my cock was pointed straight at my face.
Mistress Trisha always makes me feel as if my cumming is the most ridiculous, disgusting, messy, inferior, and also insignificant act imaginable.
Once She me positioned She started the humiliation assault.
"If I do let you jerk that thing you are not going to get that slime on My furniture. So, do you really want to be a cum dumpster, slave?"
She made me swear to shoot every drop straight into my mouth. She made me acknowledge that i was pathetic pussyslave and powerless before Her. She made me beg - first for a slime shoot, then beg for a squirt, then a splooge, then a jerkoff, then a date with my hand - She made me beg for my orgasm in every slang and derogatory way imaginable - then apologize to Her for being so much trouble.
Finally, She released my right arm and commanded me to begin stroking. She warned me not to "give myself a slave snack" until She said i could. Then the ball whipping began. After each crash of the whip, She'd lean in close to my ear and tell me to either ask for another ball whipping or stop jerking off. i wanted to cum so badly - it had been two weeks since my last squirt - and i could have finished myself off at any time - only Mistress Jessica wasn't giving me the go ahead. So i had to stroke very slowly so as not to have the most unforgivable slave accident there is and keep asking for more pain to my balls.
Then, suddenly, She told me to stop jerking. i could have cried - i thought She had changed Her mind and had decided to leave me with blue balls - welts and all. Just as suddenly, Her Divine and Sacred Pantied appeared above my face. She had taken them off and was teasing me with them. She held them under my nose to let me catch a quick sniff of Her powerful Superior Perfume. It has an effect on me like nothing else. i knew i was in trouble as She put them over my head so that the Divine Panty Crotch was directly over my nose and my eyes looked out from the leg holes.
"I've decided I want one more thing from you and then I'll grant you your little sperm drink."
i was lost in Her scent and completely at Her mercy. i begged Her to tell me what She wanted.
"I'm going to release you. I want you to get down on the floor on your knees. I want you to beg me for ten kicks to your balls. You take your kicks like a "man" and you'll be swallowing sperm like a faggot in no time."
Moments later, i was kneeling before Her. Her panties were back on Her. She looked magnificent; beautiful, superior, in complete control of the groveling male inferior below Her. My balls were tied tightly and my legs were spread wide. She commanded me to stroke myself and begin begging for Her kicks to my balls. I must have repeated my pleading to Her ten times before the first kick came. I doubled over a bit but did not lose eye contact with Her. A satisfied smile came to Her face. "Kiss My Shoe, Thank Me and beg nicely for the next kick."
I did as instructed and the scenario was repeated nine more times - only each time it took me longer and longer to return to kneeling position. Mistress Trisha would prod me to hurry up and offer bits of encouragement such as, "Hurry up slave, you do want to have your squirt, don't you?"
After the tenth kick - the hardest of them all - Mistress reached down and stroked my hair as i made my way back up to my knees. She pulled me close to Her and i found myself with Her Pantied Crotch directly in front of my face. i was beaten and broken and leaned forward and reverently kissed the fabric covering Her Magnificent Feminine Temple.
Moments later i was on my back, jerking furiously, working up a sticky slave snack. Mistress Trisha stood above me the whole time laughing at me. Just as i was emptying my load into my own mouth, i heard Her command me to not swallow. After making me wait to make sure that no more slime was coming out, She had me get to my feet. She had me open my mouth to show Her "what a cum bucket i was," had me gargle it in my mouth, all the while acting completely disgusted and laughing at me. She had me dress with the cum still in my mouth and even made me drive home without swallowing. i had to call Her when i got back home (mumbling on the phone through the sperm) and only then did She give me permission to swallow.
i can't even imagine what She is going to be able to get me to do after over three weeks of chastity...
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20xx closes with Mistress Trisha not having allowed me a slave squirt in three weeks. Her male chastity device digs in painfully if even the slightest erection begins. Naturally, Mistress made sure that i "suffered" hard-ons all evening last night. She knows i am powerless to resist Her.
i remember the last cum She allowed. After alternatively teasing me deliciously and torturing me mercilessly for two hours - which included strapping me to Her table, with dildo gag sticking out from my mouth, and roughly riding my face to a loud and glorious female orgasm - She began to re-attach Her chastity device to my (Her) cock and balls. i guess She saw the disappointment in my face because She then gave me a long lecture about male orgasms and mine in particular. i never "deserve" an orgasm and having one is purely and completely at Her whim and discretion. If i wanted to be a jerkoff free to make a mess whenever i wanted then that would mean i would never be allowed to be in Mistress Trisha's presence again.
She made me say my male slave slogan over and over, "i will only shoot my slime when Mistress Trisha gives me permission."
She then surprised and delighted me by giving me an opportunity for a slave squirt. First She removed Her chastity device. Then pulling down the backside of Her Sacred Panties, She sat on top of my face and positioned Her glorious rosebud on my mouth. If i could clean and service Her backside and in so doing get Her off again, She'd probably let me shoot slave slime. The honor was incredible. i buried my inferior face into Her Superior Ass like a starving man going after his first meal. Each time i gasped for air i also praised and thanked Her for allowing me worship Her. i wanted to tell Her that cleaning Her Sacred Asshole was even more a reward for me that a disusting slime squirt - but i was greedy and wanted that too.
As She approached orgasm, She began whipping my cock. That caused me buck and convulse and that must have made Her ride on my face even better because as She came (always a glorious, wonderful and beautiful thing) She really swung the whip.
She slipped off of me and rearranged my bondage so that my legs were pulled over my head such that my cock was pointed straight at my face.
Mistress Trisha always makes me feel as if my cumming is the most ridiculous, disgusting, messy, inferior, and also insignificant act imaginable.
Once She me positioned She started the humiliation assault.
"If I do let you jerk that thing you are not going to get that slime on My furniture. So, do you really want to be a cum dumpster, slave?"
She made me swear to shoot every drop straight into my mouth. She made me acknowledge that i was pathetic pussyslave and powerless before Her. She made me beg - first for a slime shoot, then beg for a squirt, then a splooge, then a jerkoff, then a date with my hand - She made me beg for my orgasm in every slang and derogatory way imaginable - then apologize to Her for being so much trouble.
Finally, She released my right arm and commanded me to begin stroking. She warned me not to "give myself a slave snack" until She said i could. Then the ball whipping began. After each crash of the whip, She'd lean in close to my ear and tell me to either ask for another ball whipping or stop jerking off. i wanted to cum so badly - it had been two weeks since my last squirt - and i could have finished myself off at any time - only Mistress Jessica wasn't giving me the go ahead. So i had to stroke very slowly so as not to have the most unforgivable slave accident there is and keep asking for more pain to my balls.
Then, suddenly, She told me to stop jerking. i could have cried - i thought She had changed Her mind and had decided to leave me with blue balls - welts and all. Just as suddenly, Her Divine and Sacred Pantied appeared above my face. She had taken them off and was teasing me with them. She held them under my nose to let me catch a quick sniff of Her powerful Superior Perfume. It has an effect on me like nothing else. i knew i was in trouble as She put them over my head so that the Divine Panty Crotch was directly over my nose and my eyes looked out from the leg holes.
"I've decided I want one more thing from you and then I'll grant you your little sperm drink."
i was lost in Her scent and completely at Her mercy. i begged Her to tell me what She wanted.
"I'm going to release you. I want you to get down on the floor on your knees. I want you to beg me for ten kicks to your balls. You take your kicks like a "man" and you'll be swallowing sperm like a faggot in no time."
Moments later, i was kneeling before Her. Her panties were back on Her. She looked magnificent; beautiful, superior, in complete control of the groveling male inferior below Her. My balls were tied tightly and my legs were spread wide. She commanded me to stroke myself and begin begging for Her kicks to my balls. I must have repeated my pleading to Her ten times before the first kick came. I doubled over a bit but did not lose eye contact with Her. A satisfied smile came to Her face. "Kiss My Shoe, Thank Me and beg nicely for the next kick."
I did as instructed and the scenario was repeated nine more times - only each time it took me longer and longer to return to kneeling position. Mistress Trisha would prod me to hurry up and offer bits of encouragement such as, "Hurry up slave, you do want to have your squirt, don't you?"
After the tenth kick - the hardest of them all - Mistress reached down and stroked my hair as i made my way back up to my knees. She pulled me close to Her and i found myself with Her Pantied Crotch directly in front of my face. i was beaten and broken and leaned forward and reverently kissed the fabric covering Her Magnificent Feminine Temple.
Moments later i was on my back, jerking furiously, working up a sticky slave snack. Mistress Trisha stood above me the whole time laughing at me. Just as i was emptying my load into my own mouth, i heard Her command me to not swallow. After making me wait to make sure that no more slime was coming out, She had me get to my feet. She had me open my mouth to show Her "what a cum bucket i was," had me gargle it in my mouth, all the while acting completely disgusted and laughing at me. She had me dress with the cum still in my mouth and even made me drive home without swallowing. i had to call Her when i got back home (mumbling on the phone through the sperm) and only then did She give me permission to swallow.
i can't even imagine what She is going to be able to get me to do after over three weeks of chastity...
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