Monday, January 23, 2012
Sunday, June 12, 2011
The Group, part 3 by slave michael
They had me using dildos on myself for about 10 minutes. All total, i must have done the switch about a dozen times. At least on the last few i was pulling a pretty clean dildo out of my ass.
Mistress Sharon stood up and announced that all the laughing (and the wine) made Her have to pee. She started to leave the room but Mistress Trisha and Mistress Tammy both stopped Her.
Tammy spoke first. “Didn’t he say he served as your urinal, Trisha?”
“Yea. Sharon would you like to try using a living toilet?”
Mistress Sharon was reluctant. “I don’t think so. I’m a bit of a private pee(er). I probably wouldn’t be able to do anything with a guy watching.”
Mistress Trisha understood. “I know, it can be odd at first. Tell you what - if you still want to have some fun though, don’t flush, and put your toilet paper on the floor in front of the toilet.”
Mistress Sharon smiled and nodded in agreement then left for the bathroom.
Mistress Robin was eating some dip on a cracker when part of the cracker broke and fell onto the floor. She apologized and reached for a napkin to wipe up the dip.
“Don’t worry about that,” Mistress Trisha responded. “We have a slave for that. slave! As much as you love sucking cock, get that one out of your mouth. Leave the other one in. Come here and clean this up, now!”
Dildo sticking out of my ass, i crawled over to the foot of the sofa and began licking up the dip and cracker crumbs off the carpet. Fortunately it wasn’t too difficult and i was finished in a few seconds.
Just as i looked back up, Mistress Robin was, with Mistress Trisha’s approval, tossing a whole dip smeared cracker into the middle of the room. Naturally, it landed dip side down on the carpet.
“Be a good little carpet muncher, dear, and clean that up too, will you?” Mistress Robin said sarcastically.
This one was more difficult and i really did have to suck the carpet to get all the sip and cracker bits out. i heard laughter as i was finishing and knew i’d look up to find another cracker somewhere. i did. Mistress Tammy had one in Her hand and She was crumbling it into tiny pieces onto the carpet at Her feet.
“Here’s some more, slave. Do some more sucking.”
Mistress Sharon walked into the room just then and announced that She was finished in the bathroom. i was made to clean up the crumbs first, then Mistress Trisha order me into the bathroom and invited that Superiors to follow.
The bathroom is quite large and everyone could fit into it. i was positioned kneeling facing the open toilet. The wad of damp toilet paper was on the floor a foot in front of me.
“One of slave michael’s favorite things is to serve as a Superior Female’s toilet - isn’t it, sewer?” That elicited a laugh from the group.
“Yes Mistress Trisha.” More laughs.
“he likes pee? I mean the taste?” asked Mistress Janet.
“Oh you can pee right into his mouth and he’ll drink it right down. slave, tell my friends why you like being a Female’s urinal.”
“Yes Mistress. i consider anything that comes from a Female’s body sacred. And the fact the Her pee comes from the most sacred place of all, Her Pussy, makes it very special, Mistresses.”
They stared at me with looks of amazement - but also with big smiles. i continued.
“Also since i love demonstrating my feelings of submission and inferiority to Your sex, performing the degrading act of serving as Your waste disposal thrills me.”
“Come on slave, tell them the other reason,” Mistress Trisha prompted.
“Yes Mistress. Often it’s the only chance i get to see Mistress’s heavenly pussy.”
After another round of laughs and a few sarcastic, “Poor baby” comments, Mistress Trisha order me to ask Mistress Sharon if i could have the honor of eating Her toilet paper.
She made me beg and beg - much to the entertainment of the others, so that i did finally start to eat it. It was dried out and i could not taste any traces of Her Golden Nectar. The dry paper was difficult to break down in my mouth but i finally had it chewed up and i swallowed it down. As i gulped, i drew a round of applause.
“Well slave, have a drink to wash that down,” Mistress Trisha said as She pointed to the piss filled toilet. “And I want to see the water level go down considerably. I don’t want these ladies to think that you’re ungrateful for Mistress Sharon’s gift.”
i lapped. It sounded just like a dog drinking from the toilet. The gathered Females’ laughter echoed in the bowl. After i lowered the water level about half an inch, Mistress Trisha told me to stop.
“Ladies, I am going to use the slave as my direct urinal. I’m not shy about this so feel free to watch.” Nobody left the room. Mistress Trisha ordered me to lie on my back in the tub. She unzipped and stepped out of Her jeans. i couldn’t resist staring in awe.
“Look at him, girls. he’d do anything to actually touch this. It’s the most powerful and sacred thing in his world and I’m going to use it to piss on him. Ha.”
She stepped into the tub and put one foot on either side of my head. my eyes moved back and forth from Her sacred Pussy to powerful look in Her eyes. i knew She must have been pleased with me because She knows that i consider this such a special reward - even if it’s difficult swallowing fast enough to get all of Her piss.
“Beg for it slave. Let them hear how much you want to be My toilet.. How much you want My piss.”
“Please, please, Mistress bless me with Your Sacred waste. i beg to be Your toilet. Piss in my unworthy mouth. Use me as a sewer. Your piss to me is the finest wine, my Goddess Nectar. Please let me drink Your pee. Please give me the gift from Your Pussy.”
The words come fast and easy when i stare up at the symbol of Womanhood. i always automatically open my mouth wide and excitably await the flow. i want to catch it all; not waste a drop, and show the Superior what a good toilet i can be. i understand that She could piss when and where She feels like and so this is truly a gift from Her..
Mistress Trisha is an experienced user of male-toilets. She controlled the flow so that i had time to swallow as my mouth filled with Her pee. She filled my mouth three times - a generous gift. Then She squatted down to where Her beautiful Pussy was only inches from my face.
She stepped out of the tub saying, “That is how to use a male as your toilet. Anyone else?”
Mistress Robin reacted first. “I’ll do it.”
She was quickly out of her jean but left her lovely panties on. She put Her feet on either side of my head, pulled the crotch of her panties aside and let loose. Her pee went all over my face before She somewhat settled down and aimed into my mouth. Before any pee could drain from the tub, Mistress Trisha put the stopper in. Mistress Robin finished. She only got about half in my mouth. The rest was on my face and in the tub.
Mistress Tammy was standing over me as soon as Mistress Robin moved out of the way. Because i was now lying in a small pool of Female piss, Mistress Tammy opted to stand on the side of the tub. She too kept Her panties on and was spraying piss into my mouth almost immediately. Her past experience showed as She got most of Her piss into my mouth. At the very end though She started swaying Her hips so that Her piss went all over my face and chest. Laughing, She asked for a bit of toilet paper, wiped Herself then tossed the wad into my mouth.
Mistress Janet was last. She stood outside the tub wearing just panties from the waist down and had Her knees resting on the edge of the tub. She told me to get on my knees, face Her and open my mouth. i was only about 6 inches from Her sacred place. How i wished just one of these Superiors would give me the command to worship at Her alter. That one would let me lick and kiss Her for Her pleasure. i would surely offer to give up months of my own squirts for the honor of servicing one of these Superior Females.
Mistress Janet moved the panty crotch aside and brought Her sacred mound even closer to my mouth - had She read my mind? At first just a small trickle came out - which i quickly caught in my mouth. There was a pause then a small stream flowed into my mouth. As i was swallowing this, the dam burst. Mistress Janet let loose a torrent of piss that soaked my hair and washed down my body. i tried to move to catch it in my mouth but the stream was wide and unruly. i was soaked in urine by the time She finished.
“Ah, that felt good,” She sighed.
“Well, slave, you’ve got some clean up to do. Get that tongue busy and get every bit of Goddess Nectar up from this tub. I will be back in ten minutes - you better be finished. Ladies, back to the living room.”
They left laughing. Leaving me to lick up their collective pee. Seconds later Mistress Robin returned carrying a set of handcuffs. These She locked on me and then She turned and left without a word. i’m sure She heard my slurps as She walked away.
The Goddess Pee was about half an inch thick near the stopper. i was able to purse my lips and suck this down surprisingly quickly. i then had essentially to lick the entire bathtub to get up all traces of sacred Female pee.
Mistress Trisha returned and seemed satisfied with my clean up. She uncuffed me and let me rinse and dry my body off. In Her hand were a ball parachute and a dog leash. She attached the chute to my balls and the leash to cute. Pulling the leash abruptly, She led me by the balls out to living room.
“slave, my friends and I were discussing whether you will get to cum today. I’ve decided to leave it in the hands of four guest. And I can tell you it doesn’t look good. The vote has to be unanimous and I guess some of your Superiors don’t think you’ve earned it. They can’t see why you should be allowed the privilege. On the other hand, there are those that love the idea of watching a male eat up his own splooge. The feeling is that while there is no benefit for Us in letting you squirt your slime, it’s worth it to see you lapping it up.”
“So your job is sell the idea to these ladies. To start I’ll give you 2 minutes - I’ll time it - to make your pathetic slime begging plea to each Woman individually to see if you can convince Her. Each one then will have as much time as She wants to make her decision. Any or all may decide to ask questions or make you do something to earn it - that’s only reasonable, right? - so there might be some effort required on your part. But maybe, if you beg hard enough, make your case, and do everything They tell you to do you’ll get your yummy cum snack tonight.”
End part 3
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Mistress Sharon stood up and announced that all the laughing (and the wine) made Her have to pee. She started to leave the room but Mistress Trisha and Mistress Tammy both stopped Her.
Tammy spoke first. “Didn’t he say he served as your urinal, Trisha?”
“Yea. Sharon would you like to try using a living toilet?”
Mistress Sharon was reluctant. “I don’t think so. I’m a bit of a private pee(er). I probably wouldn’t be able to do anything with a guy watching.”
Mistress Trisha understood. “I know, it can be odd at first. Tell you what - if you still want to have some fun though, don’t flush, and put your toilet paper on the floor in front of the toilet.”
Mistress Sharon smiled and nodded in agreement then left for the bathroom.
Mistress Robin was eating some dip on a cracker when part of the cracker broke and fell onto the floor. She apologized and reached for a napkin to wipe up the dip.
“Don’t worry about that,” Mistress Trisha responded. “We have a slave for that. slave! As much as you love sucking cock, get that one out of your mouth. Leave the other one in. Come here and clean this up, now!”
Dildo sticking out of my ass, i crawled over to the foot of the sofa and began licking up the dip and cracker crumbs off the carpet. Fortunately it wasn’t too difficult and i was finished in a few seconds.
Just as i looked back up, Mistress Robin was, with Mistress Trisha’s approval, tossing a whole dip smeared cracker into the middle of the room. Naturally, it landed dip side down on the carpet.
“Be a good little carpet muncher, dear, and clean that up too, will you?” Mistress Robin said sarcastically.
This one was more difficult and i really did have to suck the carpet to get all the sip and cracker bits out. i heard laughter as i was finishing and knew i’d look up to find another cracker somewhere. i did. Mistress Tammy had one in Her hand and She was crumbling it into tiny pieces onto the carpet at Her feet.
“Here’s some more, slave. Do some more sucking.”
Mistress Sharon walked into the room just then and announced that She was finished in the bathroom. i was made to clean up the crumbs first, then Mistress Trisha order me into the bathroom and invited that Superiors to follow.
The bathroom is quite large and everyone could fit into it. i was positioned kneeling facing the open toilet. The wad of damp toilet paper was on the floor a foot in front of me.
“One of slave michael’s favorite things is to serve as a Superior Female’s toilet - isn’t it, sewer?” That elicited a laugh from the group.
“Yes Mistress Trisha.” More laughs.
“he likes pee? I mean the taste?” asked Mistress Janet.
“Oh you can pee right into his mouth and he’ll drink it right down. slave, tell my friends why you like being a Female’s urinal.”
“Yes Mistress. i consider anything that comes from a Female’s body sacred. And the fact the Her pee comes from the most sacred place of all, Her Pussy, makes it very special, Mistresses.”
They stared at me with looks of amazement - but also with big smiles. i continued.
“Also since i love demonstrating my feelings of submission and inferiority to Your sex, performing the degrading act of serving as Your waste disposal thrills me.”
“Come on slave, tell them the other reason,” Mistress Trisha prompted.
“Yes Mistress. Often it’s the only chance i get to see Mistress’s heavenly pussy.”
After another round of laughs and a few sarcastic, “Poor baby” comments, Mistress Trisha order me to ask Mistress Sharon if i could have the honor of eating Her toilet paper.
She made me beg and beg - much to the entertainment of the others, so that i did finally start to eat it. It was dried out and i could not taste any traces of Her Golden Nectar. The dry paper was difficult to break down in my mouth but i finally had it chewed up and i swallowed it down. As i gulped, i drew a round of applause.
“Well slave, have a drink to wash that down,” Mistress Trisha said as She pointed to the piss filled toilet. “And I want to see the water level go down considerably. I don’t want these ladies to think that you’re ungrateful for Mistress Sharon’s gift.”
i lapped. It sounded just like a dog drinking from the toilet. The gathered Females’ laughter echoed in the bowl. After i lowered the water level about half an inch, Mistress Trisha told me to stop.
“Ladies, I am going to use the slave as my direct urinal. I’m not shy about this so feel free to watch.” Nobody left the room. Mistress Trisha ordered me to lie on my back in the tub. She unzipped and stepped out of Her jeans. i couldn’t resist staring in awe.
“Look at him, girls. he’d do anything to actually touch this. It’s the most powerful and sacred thing in his world and I’m going to use it to piss on him. Ha.”
She stepped into the tub and put one foot on either side of my head. my eyes moved back and forth from Her sacred Pussy to powerful look in Her eyes. i knew She must have been pleased with me because She knows that i consider this such a special reward - even if it’s difficult swallowing fast enough to get all of Her piss.
“Beg for it slave. Let them hear how much you want to be My toilet.. How much you want My piss.”
“Please, please, Mistress bless me with Your Sacred waste. i beg to be Your toilet. Piss in my unworthy mouth. Use me as a sewer. Your piss to me is the finest wine, my Goddess Nectar. Please let me drink Your pee. Please give me the gift from Your Pussy.”
The words come fast and easy when i stare up at the symbol of Womanhood. i always automatically open my mouth wide and excitably await the flow. i want to catch it all; not waste a drop, and show the Superior what a good toilet i can be. i understand that She could piss when and where She feels like and so this is truly a gift from Her..
Mistress Trisha is an experienced user of male-toilets. She controlled the flow so that i had time to swallow as my mouth filled with Her pee. She filled my mouth three times - a generous gift. Then She squatted down to where Her beautiful Pussy was only inches from my face.
She stepped out of the tub saying, “That is how to use a male as your toilet. Anyone else?”
Mistress Robin reacted first. “I’ll do it.”
She was quickly out of her jean but left her lovely panties on. She put Her feet on either side of my head, pulled the crotch of her panties aside and let loose. Her pee went all over my face before She somewhat settled down and aimed into my mouth. Before any pee could drain from the tub, Mistress Trisha put the stopper in. Mistress Robin finished. She only got about half in my mouth. The rest was on my face and in the tub.
Mistress Tammy was standing over me as soon as Mistress Robin moved out of the way. Because i was now lying in a small pool of Female piss, Mistress Tammy opted to stand on the side of the tub. She too kept Her panties on and was spraying piss into my mouth almost immediately. Her past experience showed as She got most of Her piss into my mouth. At the very end though She started swaying Her hips so that Her piss went all over my face and chest. Laughing, She asked for a bit of toilet paper, wiped Herself then tossed the wad into my mouth.
Mistress Janet was last. She stood outside the tub wearing just panties from the waist down and had Her knees resting on the edge of the tub. She told me to get on my knees, face Her and open my mouth. i was only about 6 inches from Her sacred place. How i wished just one of these Superiors would give me the command to worship at Her alter. That one would let me lick and kiss Her for Her pleasure. i would surely offer to give up months of my own squirts for the honor of servicing one of these Superior Females.
Mistress Janet moved the panty crotch aside and brought Her sacred mound even closer to my mouth - had She read my mind? At first just a small trickle came out - which i quickly caught in my mouth. There was a pause then a small stream flowed into my mouth. As i was swallowing this, the dam burst. Mistress Janet let loose a torrent of piss that soaked my hair and washed down my body. i tried to move to catch it in my mouth but the stream was wide and unruly. i was soaked in urine by the time She finished.
“Ah, that felt good,” She sighed.
“Well, slave, you’ve got some clean up to do. Get that tongue busy and get every bit of Goddess Nectar up from this tub. I will be back in ten minutes - you better be finished. Ladies, back to the living room.”
They left laughing. Leaving me to lick up their collective pee. Seconds later Mistress Robin returned carrying a set of handcuffs. These She locked on me and then She turned and left without a word. i’m sure She heard my slurps as She walked away.
The Goddess Pee was about half an inch thick near the stopper. i was able to purse my lips and suck this down surprisingly quickly. i then had essentially to lick the entire bathtub to get up all traces of sacred Female pee.
Mistress Trisha returned and seemed satisfied with my clean up. She uncuffed me and let me rinse and dry my body off. In Her hand were a ball parachute and a dog leash. She attached the chute to my balls and the leash to cute. Pulling the leash abruptly, She led me by the balls out to living room.
“slave, my friends and I were discussing whether you will get to cum today. I’ve decided to leave it in the hands of four guest. And I can tell you it doesn’t look good. The vote has to be unanimous and I guess some of your Superiors don’t think you’ve earned it. They can’t see why you should be allowed the privilege. On the other hand, there are those that love the idea of watching a male eat up his own splooge. The feeling is that while there is no benefit for Us in letting you squirt your slime, it’s worth it to see you lapping it up.”
“So your job is sell the idea to these ladies. To start I’ll give you 2 minutes - I’ll time it - to make your pathetic slime begging plea to each Woman individually to see if you can convince Her. Each one then will have as much time as She wants to make her decision. Any or all may decide to ask questions or make you do something to earn it - that’s only reasonable, right? - so there might be some effort required on your part. But maybe, if you beg hard enough, make your case, and do everything They tell you to do you’ll get your yummy cum snack tonight.”
End part 3
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Sunday, December 12, 2010
bob
About a week ago I spoke with bob. This guy made me laugh harder than any of these silly boys have in a while. The reason I laughed so hard is because bob is a 42 virgin. Not only that but he has never got past first base -- hilarious! bob is just a fat cum drinking piggy boy, but I will give him kudos for making the best piggy noises I have ever heard.
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Sunday, November 21, 2010
The Group, part 2, by slave michael
As i begged, Mistress Trisha came up behind me and attached a pair of handcuffs to my wrists. Mistress Robin did not disappoint. Once again She nailed me in the balls with Her right instep. i fell forward and ended up huddled over with my forehead to the floor. There were cheers, hoots and howls from the Women.
“Good shot, Robin!” Sharon remarked.
“I really like doing that,” She replied.
“I wonder what it must be like to have balls.”
“I bet he wished de didn’t have them right now!”
More laughing.
Mistress Trisha spoke next. “Poor slave, here you go, you’ve earned your panty sniff.”
With that She dropped Her panties on the floor a few feet in front of me. i quickly crawled to them, stuck my nose into the crotch and inhaled deeply. The Women formed a circle standing around over me as i mashed my face in the panty fabric. i didn’t care that they were ridiculing me. i was in submissive male pussyboy slave in heaven. The pain in my balls was (almost) forgotten as i savored the irresistible scent of Mistress Trisha’s divine Pussy.
“Ooh, isn’t that wonderful, salve? Smell those panties. you’re such a pussyboy aren’t you?”
“Oh Mistress, thank You.” i answered half-muffled by the fabric, “i am a prisoner to the scent of a Superior’s Pussy.” i didn’t care how ridiculous i looked - this was a treat i would not waste. The panties of a Goddess are for me very special. They have covered and protected Her most sacred of places and from them are imbues with Her magical essence. Like the Turin shroud, the Mistress’s panties came off Her body blessed with Her likeness. i licked and sucked the places where i could tell Her wonderful Asshole had left its scent then continued forward until i had done the same for the entire crotch. Just then they noticed the effect sucking the panties had on me.
“Look at his cock! It’s hard as a rock!” i heard, then felt feet lightly kicking at my cock. Mistress Trisha ordered me back up to a kneeling position. i kissed the panties goodbye and rose up. my penis jutted straight out in front of me - much to the enjoyment of the Women.
“Panties get you hot slave?” Mistress Tammy asked in a soft seductive tone.
“He’d probably loose it if we stuck his head in your clothes hamper, Trisha.”
Mistress Trisha unlocked the handcuffs. “Stroke yourself, slave. Show the world what a jerk off you are.”
“Yes, Mistress, thank You,” i replied and began playing with myself in front of 5 laughing Women. Mistress Trisha took the same wineglass i had drunk spit from and put it in front of me.
“My friends want to see a man eat his own slim cum, slave. But don’t you dare shoot your slime until I give you permission. Do you understand, slave?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Say your slime phrase again for the Ladies, slave.”
“i will only shoot my slim when Mistress Trisha gives me permission.”
The others were all laughing at me chanting things like ‘make it eat it” and “shoot, shoot, shoot.”
“Who controls your cock,?”
“You do Mistress.”
“When was the last time you shot slime?”
“4 weeks and 2 days, Mistress.”
That brought a wave of “Ooh’s.” It had been a long time. i had to be careful. i was so close to making my slave mess but i didn’t know how long Mistress Trisha would keep this up. As a male slave, i don’t cum unless a Superior Female allows it.
Mistress Trisha continues, “Tell me, slave, would you like it if all these lovely Superiors let you sniff, maybe even lick their sacred pussies?”
i almost spilled, i was so taken back by the question. “Oh yes, yes, Mistress, it would be wonderful. It would be unbelievable.”
Mistress Trisha had set Her trap.
“Yes, it is unbelievable, salve. And maybe after that, they’ll each give you a nice BJ!” Mistress Trisha hardly got the last words out before She was laughing so hard. “Stupid slave. Stop stroking - Now!”
i gasped as i dropped my hand to my side, my pitiful slave cock just poking out, its tip wet with pre-cum, the head shiny and purple from unfulfilled excitement. my blue balls twitched in swollen pain.
“I’m not saying you won’t have any sex today, salve. As a matter of fact, I have something here for you,” Mistress Trisha said as She tossed out a 6 inch dildo with balls. “Girls, before he san swallow cum, he has to suck cock, right?”
Cheers and affirmation rang out. i took the cock in my hand and started licking and sucking it. Of course, this elicited jeers and barbs from the group. They critiqued my crosskicking ability and questioned my heterosexuality.
After i had performed dildo fellatio for a while, Mistress Trisha spoke again.
“Girls, where else should he put that cock?”
“Up his ass, up his ass, make him fuck himself,” the chorus went.
“slave, don’t disappoint my friends.”
i spit on the head of the dildo, reached it around and pushed it in a little bit. Without other lubrication, this was going to be difficult. i brought it back around front and spit on it again. It took about 5 more times but finally, much to the amusement of the Females, i had the cock in my ass up to its balls.
“Sit on it and bounce,” Robin spoke up. The other congratulated Her on the idea. She seemed like she was going to make a great Domina.
i bounced as commanded. It was painful but the humiliation of seeing these five young Females ordering me to do these things while they pointed and laughed, was the more intense feeling. Mistress Trisha threw out to me another identical dildo.
“Two hands, two slave holes. Suck that one slave.”
i did - and could not imagine feeling more humiliated. Still, my cock stayed hard the entire time.
“Ever hear of the game, Switch?” Mistress Janet asked. Great, they all were getting creative. “Trisha, why not have him switch the dildos?”
“Gross!” more than one exclaimed. Seconds later they all looked at each other then at me, “Do it!”
i pulled the dildos out and slowly slid the one that had been in my mouth up my now well lubricated ass. It went in easily. i looked at the fake cock and balls that i had just pulled out of my asshole - it was not clean.
Mistress Trisha saw my hesitation. “Sucky, sucky, slave. Clean it off real good.” The Superiors watched as the shit covered dildo went into my mouth. There were “Eeewww’s” and laughs all around.
A new wine bottle was opened. The Ladies poured themselves glasses and began an animated discussion of male slave and Female Dominants. They pretty much ignored me. It appeared the ranks of Female Dominants had a few new members. As they talked, i continued to work both dildos in and out. Every few minutes one of them would look at me, smile and shout, “Switch!”
End part 2
“Good shot, Robin!” Sharon remarked.
“I really like doing that,” She replied.
“I wonder what it must be like to have balls.”
“I bet he wished de didn’t have them right now!”
More laughing.
Mistress Trisha spoke next. “Poor slave, here you go, you’ve earned your panty sniff.”
With that She dropped Her panties on the floor a few feet in front of me. i quickly crawled to them, stuck my nose into the crotch and inhaled deeply. The Women formed a circle standing around over me as i mashed my face in the panty fabric. i didn’t care that they were ridiculing me. i was in submissive male pussyboy slave in heaven. The pain in my balls was (almost) forgotten as i savored the irresistible scent of Mistress Trisha’s divine Pussy.
“Ooh, isn’t that wonderful, salve? Smell those panties. you’re such a pussyboy aren’t you?”
“Oh Mistress, thank You.” i answered half-muffled by the fabric, “i am a prisoner to the scent of a Superior’s Pussy.” i didn’t care how ridiculous i looked - this was a treat i would not waste. The panties of a Goddess are for me very special. They have covered and protected Her most sacred of places and from them are imbues with Her magical essence. Like the Turin shroud, the Mistress’s panties came off Her body blessed with Her likeness. i licked and sucked the places where i could tell Her wonderful Asshole had left its scent then continued forward until i had done the same for the entire crotch. Just then they noticed the effect sucking the panties had on me.
“Look at his cock! It’s hard as a rock!” i heard, then felt feet lightly kicking at my cock. Mistress Trisha ordered me back up to a kneeling position. i kissed the panties goodbye and rose up. my penis jutted straight out in front of me - much to the enjoyment of the Women.
“Panties get you hot slave?” Mistress Tammy asked in a soft seductive tone.
“He’d probably loose it if we stuck his head in your clothes hamper, Trisha.”
Mistress Trisha unlocked the handcuffs. “Stroke yourself, slave. Show the world what a jerk off you are.”
“Yes, Mistress, thank You,” i replied and began playing with myself in front of 5 laughing Women. Mistress Trisha took the same wineglass i had drunk spit from and put it in front of me.
“My friends want to see a man eat his own slim cum, slave. But don’t you dare shoot your slime until I give you permission. Do you understand, slave?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Say your slime phrase again for the Ladies, slave.”
“i will only shoot my slim when Mistress Trisha gives me permission.”
The others were all laughing at me chanting things like ‘make it eat it” and “shoot, shoot, shoot.”
“Who controls your cock,?”
“You do Mistress.”
“When was the last time you shot slime?”
“4 weeks and 2 days, Mistress.”
That brought a wave of “Ooh’s.” It had been a long time. i had to be careful. i was so close to making my slave mess but i didn’t know how long Mistress Trisha would keep this up. As a male slave, i don’t cum unless a Superior Female allows it.
Mistress Trisha continues, “Tell me, slave, would you like it if all these lovely Superiors let you sniff, maybe even lick their sacred pussies?”
i almost spilled, i was so taken back by the question. “Oh yes, yes, Mistress, it would be wonderful. It would be unbelievable.”
Mistress Trisha had set Her trap.
“Yes, it is unbelievable, salve. And maybe after that, they’ll each give you a nice BJ!” Mistress Trisha hardly got the last words out before She was laughing so hard. “Stupid slave. Stop stroking - Now!”
i gasped as i dropped my hand to my side, my pitiful slave cock just poking out, its tip wet with pre-cum, the head shiny and purple from unfulfilled excitement. my blue balls twitched in swollen pain.
“I’m not saying you won’t have any sex today, salve. As a matter of fact, I have something here for you,” Mistress Trisha said as She tossed out a 6 inch dildo with balls. “Girls, before he san swallow cum, he has to suck cock, right?”
Cheers and affirmation rang out. i took the cock in my hand and started licking and sucking it. Of course, this elicited jeers and barbs from the group. They critiqued my crosskicking ability and questioned my heterosexuality.
After i had performed dildo fellatio for a while, Mistress Trisha spoke again.
“Girls, where else should he put that cock?”
“Up his ass, up his ass, make him fuck himself,” the chorus went.
“slave, don’t disappoint my friends.”
i spit on the head of the dildo, reached it around and pushed it in a little bit. Without other lubrication, this was going to be difficult. i brought it back around front and spit on it again. It took about 5 more times but finally, much to the amusement of the Females, i had the cock in my ass up to its balls.
“Sit on it and bounce,” Robin spoke up. The other congratulated Her on the idea. She seemed like she was going to make a great Domina.
i bounced as commanded. It was painful but the humiliation of seeing these five young Females ordering me to do these things while they pointed and laughed, was the more intense feeling. Mistress Trisha threw out to me another identical dildo.
“Two hands, two slave holes. Suck that one slave.”
i did - and could not imagine feeling more humiliated. Still, my cock stayed hard the entire time.
“Ever hear of the game, Switch?” Mistress Janet asked. Great, they all were getting creative. “Trisha, why not have him switch the dildos?”
“Gross!” more than one exclaimed. Seconds later they all looked at each other then at me, “Do it!”
i pulled the dildos out and slowly slid the one that had been in my mouth up my now well lubricated ass. It went in easily. i looked at the fake cock and balls that i had just pulled out of my asshole - it was not clean.
Mistress Trisha saw my hesitation. “Sucky, sucky, slave. Clean it off real good.” The Superiors watched as the shit covered dildo went into my mouth. There were “Eeewww’s” and laughs all around.
A new wine bottle was opened. The Ladies poured themselves glasses and began an animated discussion of male slave and Female Dominants. They pretty much ignored me. It appeared the ranks of Female Dominants had a few new members. As they talked, i continued to work both dildos in and out. Every few minutes one of them would look at me, smile and shout, “Switch!”
End part 2
jaime
On Friday I talked to whiny jaime -- another laughable excuse for a man -- not a man at all since his wee wee is only 2”. Jeez, really what’s the point of even having that thing. Completely useless. He has a crush on a woman who works in an adult bookstore he frequents. He fantasies about this woman fucking him with a strap-on -- the only type of fucking he deserves. He has a special pillow he humps while he thinks about this woman ass fucking him. How pathetic.
Need to tell me about your little itty bitty?
Need to tell me about your little itty bitty?
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!
Need to be laughed at? Give Me a call then:
Need to be laughed at? Give Me a call then:
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
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