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A switching for Sera Part 2

  • Posted on January 19, 2010 at 11:07 pm

The next day of Sera’s visit started out with breakfast in bed. I had slept in late but she had awoken early to fix me a delicious meal. Sera’s an excellent cook; she had made homemade pancakes with syrup, strawberries and whip cream on top. I knew this was a blatant attempt to get out of her switching. That wasn’t going to happen but that didn’t stop me from enjoying her effort.

After waking up I pulled out a trail map. Ignoring her loud sigh of disapproval I opened it up and started pointing out different trails. The one I planned to take wasn’t terribly long but there were several hills. I explained this to Sera and told her that we’d have to dress and pack accordingly.

I dressed sensibly for a hike-tshirt, shorts with pockets, good hiking boots, a hat and a packed jacket in case of rain. Sera dressed in a light pink shirt, short skirt and three inch heels. The shirt and skirt could stay but those shoes had to go.

“Did you bring any sensible shoes?” I asked.

“Sure. I brought flats,” Sera answered.

Flats? We were about to hike out into the woods and she only had flats?

Fortunately Sera and I have the same shoe size-8 1/2. When I offered her a pair of hiking boots she immediately turned her nose up at them.

“I don’t wear ugly shoes,” she snipped.

“Oh you’ll wear these shoes,” I told her. With that I grabbed Sera’s wrist and pulled me over my lap. Her short skirt was perfect for an over the knee spanking. As soon as she bent over the bottom of her very spankable ass peeked out. I slapped and slapped until her cheeks were red.

She put on the boots after that. To further drive in the lesson I made her carry the backpack that was full of picnic supplies.

“Now you’re ready to go out for a nice hike in the woods,” I told her. Sera grumbled some but minded her manners.

Her good behavior didn’t last long. It was a hot summer’s day and there were some insects about. Nothing too bad-just some little gnats.

“Ugh! These bugs are everywhere! Can we go back NOW?” Sera huffed and puffed as she swatted the air. The brat was not having a good time.

“Nope, we haven’t reached my favorite spot on the trail yet,” I replied.

She started complaining more. I could have spanked her again but I decided a little mind fucking was in order.

I pretended like I heard something. “Shh! Did you hear that?”

“Hear what? Where!?” Sera’s voice suddenly went up an octave.

“That rustling. Maybe it was an animal,” I told her, trying to sound casual. I even shrugged my shoulders to show that I wasn’t concerned.

“Animals? Like a bear?”

“Possibly. Or a mountain lion. Or coyotes.”

I couldn’t hide my smirk. Sera noticed. “That’s not funny!” Just then a crow flew overhead, squawking loudly. Sera jumped at the noise.

“We can stay here and debate what animals are out here or we can go get that switch.” I was having so much fun.

“Let’s just get the switch and go back to your house,” Sera said.

“We’ll see,” I told her.

But I knew we wouldn’t turn right around. The trail we were on led to a wonderful meadow. Flowers were in bloom and the leaves were just starting to turn to their fall colors. It’s a beautiful spot.

At the meadow we unpacked. I gave Sera my knife and instructed her to cut herself a real switch.

“No twigs like yesterday,” I told her.

Unfortunately for her, Sera’s inner brat came out. If she had just cut the switch her punishment wouldn’t have been that long. But she was annoyed about my animal noise comment. Instead of cutting a switch she stuck out her tongue and said that she shouldn’t even be getting a switching.

That’s when I opened my backpack. Sera had hauled up the picnic supplies; I had brought the paddles.

I suspected she’d brat on our hike and packed accordingly. Silently I pulled out the leather paddle with holes and the leather tawse.

“I was just kidding?” Sera said hopefully.

“Oh I don’t think so. Come here.” The seriousness of my tone silenced her.

Sera got onto her hands and knees on the picnic blanket. I lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties hard into the crack of her ass.

The tawse is more of a warm up toy so I used it first. She squirmed a bit and yelped. By the time I had moved onto the paddle her yelps had turned to deep moans.

Sera’s bottom turns several different shades of red when you spank her. First there’s the light pink blush that comes from just a few swaps. Then comes the deep pink when the smacks are starting to sink in. If you keep spanking the deep pink starts to turn to mauve. Right about then is when the deep moans of a spankophile come out. Sera loves to be spanked at this level. But I was teaching a lesson that day and smacked harder. Her mauve bottom turned to a brilliant red and she started squirming again. I finished up with a dozen good swats.

“Now about that switch,” I gave her a stern look.

“Yes Ma’am!” Sera jumped up immediately.

We walked over to some trees. This time Sera cut a thick switch. As she stripped it with the knife her breath quickened. It had been far too long since her last switching.

She handed it to me for inspection. It was more than adequate. I handed it back to her.

“Hold this behind your back and walk back to the blanket,” I instructed.

She dutifully did and even assumed the position without being told.

I gave her two dozen hard strokes with the switch. Red lines ran parallel all down her bottom. It was a lovely sight.

“You took those well,” I told her. “Bring me my backpack so you can see what else I packed.

“Yes Ma’am!” Sera said again with a playful smile on her lips. She knew that I grabbed some toys from her toy bag. We didn’t return home until the sun was setting. This time Sera didn’t complain about a boring view.

A switching for Sera Part 1

  • Posted on December 30, 2009 at 9:00 pm

Sera and I received many requests for the story behind the switch photos. (mine’s here, hers is here) We’re both going to give our version of that punishment. I’ll post mine here and Sera will post hers on her blog.

Sera had called earlier in the week complaining of a huge pile of projects with deadlines. I told her to drive up and stay for a long weekend of relaxation at my place. I added that she should bring some toys with her. Her responding giggle made me smile.

Though she had planned to just relax during her stay, Sera’s got herself into some trouble.

Her first offense was arriving two hours late. I thought I had given her easy enough directions to my house. But somehow she managed to get herself lost and called me from across town.

I patiently gave her directions again and waited for her arrival. She showed up with a pout and an apology. The over the knee spanking I had planned to give her was discarded.

We played all afternoon. Sera has a toy bag to rival some sex stores and we took hours exploring it. Afterwards we sat on my front porch to watch the sunset.

Sera’s pout returned. “I’m bored.”

“How could you be bored? Look at those gorgeous colors.”

“Boring! Let’s drive into town and watch a movie,” Sera whined.

That was out of the question. I had been in town all day running errands and didn’t want to drive into town twice in one day.

Sera muttered something under her breath.

“What was that?” I asked. I’ll admit I was started to get annoyed by her brattiness. I gave her a look that said you better tell me.

“It’s just that there’s nothing to dooooo.” The brat was coming out in full force.

“You said you needed to get away from it all. Look at the sunset, listen to the river. Drink in this wonderful solitude.”

Sera gave a sigh. I’m sure she muttered the word “whatever”.

“I can give you something to complain about,” I warned.

She didn’t complain after that. But her mannerisms showed that she was bored. She drummed her fingers on the deck table and would not stop tapping her feet. I decided to give her some excitement.

“Take off your robe,” I told her.

“What?!” The bored Sera was replaced by a nervous brat who knows she’d crossed the line.

“Take off your robe. You can keep on your flats.” I had a punishment forming in my mind.

Sera obediently took off her robe and stood in front of me naked. She waited quietly for my next command.

I stretched and yawned, then took a long sip of my tea. Sera knew better to complain now. When I figured I had made her wait long enough I gave my orders.

“You’re right. We do need something exciting to do. Go inside and grab a small knife and come back here.”

Sera’s eyes widened in fear. She had no idea what was going to happen.

She came back and tried to hand me the knife. Her hand was shaking.

“No, no. You’ll need the knife. You’re going to walk down to the river. See those trees by the water? You’re going to cut yourself a switch and bring it back to me for inspection.”

“But someone will see!” Sera whined but I noticed her nipples had stiffened with excitement.

“I doubt it. My neighbors are far enough away to ensure privacy. Plus the sun is almost set so I don’t think you’ll be seen.”

“But!” The adorable pout returned.

“But you’ll go now unless you want to bring back two switches.” My tone was stern.

“Yes Ma’am!” Sera took the knife and walked down the hill.

I sipped my tea while enjoying the view of her naked bottom.

She wasn’t gone long. There was still plenty of light when she returned. I inspected the switch. It was thin and weak. One swat across her rosy cheeks and surely it would have broken.

“This isn’t a switch. This is more a twig than a switch.”

“I thought it looked adequate.” Sera tried to look innocent but the look in her eyes betrayed her.

I broke her offering in two and tossed it aside.

“Tomorrow we’ll go for a hike in the woods and select a proper switch. But you still need to be punished tonight,” I told her.

“Punished?! But I brought you a switch!” Sera wrung her hands as she pleaded with me.

“You brought me a twig. And your brattiness has gotten out of hand. Over my knees. Now.” I leaned back and patted my legs.

Sera did as she was told. She stretched over my lap and instantly stuck her ass in the air.

I gave her a long, hard hand spanking. Back and forth my hand went, swatting one cheek and then the other. Her bottom turned pink as I disciplined her. She wriggled and gasped at first. By the time her cheeks were red her gasps had turned to moans. I slid my hand between her legs-she was dripping wet.

“I think it’s time to dig into your toy bag again,” I told her.

“Yes Ma’am,” Sera purred.

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Cutting Corners

  • Posted on August 1, 2009 at 10:46 pm

Lindsay’s bottom still ached from the discipline spanking she had received before bedtime. It was early morning and she was puttering around the kitchen making breakfast for her Mistress. Her thoughts kept straying to last night’s punishment.

She had been lazy and neglected her chores. They did get done-laundry was washed, floors were scrubbed-but the little details were missing. She didn’t fold Mistress’ laundry so neatly. The panties weren’t stacked precisely in the drawer. The cabinets were shiny but the top shelves were still dusty.

Lindsay was aware she was cutting corners. While she enjoyed being a slave, summer was approaching and she longed for more time to be outside, chatting and lounging with her friends. Most of them were slaves as well. She was feeling a little jealous that her Mistress Vera didn’t give her as much free time as the others had.

Over the last few weeks she had started skipping the details of her chores. Why grind the pepper when she could just buy some already in a shaker? Why dust the top of the fan blades when they were only a few inches below the ceiling? Skipping these, in her mind, pointless details Lindsay was able to have an hour, sometimes two, more free time every day.

At first she was extremely cautious. She carefully picked what chores to ignore. She started skipping the little tasks that her Mistress Vera would never notice, like throwing the pantyhose in with the rest of the wash instead of hand washing them.

Saving a few minutes a day wasn’t enough for Lindsay. Soon she began to get greedy and became lazier. Her Mistress didn’t seem to notice her carelessness. Perhaps she noticed and didn’t care, Lindsay justified to herself.

She did notice and she did care. She was serving Mistress Vera dinner when she began questioning her.

“I stopped in your room this afternoon. Why wasn’t your bed made?”

Lindsay froze. She did not stop in her room often. Why should she visit her there when she was at her beck and call? When she did visit her room it was for a cleanliness inspection but these always occurred at the end of the week. As a result, Lindsay had decided making her bed was only necessary on inspection days.

“Why did you stop in? Were you looking for me? I was cleaning the library this afternoon.”

Mistress Vera did not answer and turned her attention to dinner. Her silence made Lindsay break out into a cold sweat. How messy was her room? Surely not that bad, she thought, although a sense of dread overtook her.

“Since when do I have to explain where I go in my own house?” Her voice was soft. Lindsay knew that tone. The flatness of her voice and the even spacing of her words told her that Mistress was very angry. If s yelled she knew punishment was coming but it wouldn’t be too severe. She blew off steam by chastising her. But a quiet voice? That meant a harsh spanking was coming. Lindsay bit her lip in worry.

“I’m sorry Mistress.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“I must have forgotten Mistress.”

“Oh? Well, perhaps there is some reason for your forgetfulness because you have forgotten to make your bed for the past five days.”

Lindsay swallowed hard. There was no excuse for such misbehavior and she would be punished worse for making up one. She stood by the dinner table, head bowed.

“You have also forgotten simple maintenance of your room. Today alone I found seven articles of dirty clothing strewn about your room, makeup cases open and left out, a hairbrush full of hair and some reading material I did not authorize.”

At the mention of this last item Lindsay’s head snapped up and her jaw dropped. A messy bedroom would surely merit a spanking but if she had found the porn magazines her friend Suzie had loaned her…It was too terrifying a thought to finish.

“These past two weeks there has been a most unpleasant change in you Lindsay. You have become more and more careless with your chores. A simple peek in the laundry hamper brought to my attention you haven’t been hand washing my pantyhose.”

“But Mistress-“

“No Lindsay. You cannot excuse your laziness. Washing machines snag lingerie. There are reasons I give you rules. But apparently you’ve been disregarding many of them.”

“I’m sorry-“

“You should be sorry. Fulfilling your duties and following orders shows your commitment to me. In addition to your lackadaisical housekeeping you have been hiding smut in your room.”

Lindsay’s eyes dropped to the floor. She had hidden them under her mattress, sure her Mistress would never find them. But if she were upset by the state of her untidy room she would have done a thorough inspection.

Mistress Vera loved chastity and only let Lindsay have a release in her presence. Sneaking the porn into the house had excited her. Looking at the pictures while secretly masturbating had excited her even more. But now Lindsay knew she was really in trouble.

“You will go straight to your room and tidy up your mess. Afterwards you will make a list of all the chores you have done half heartedly or have neglected altogether. When that is completed you will bring the list and the smut downstairs to the study. “

“Mistress-“

“You are dismissed.”

It was not possible to say more. Mistress Vera had given her orders and dismissed her from the room. Lindsay stifled a sob and left the dining room, tears rolling down her cheeks.

As she entered her room she saw it in a new light. To her it just seemed a bit untidy, but to her Mistress I must have looked horrible. She dashed around the room cleaning as quickly as she could.

The porn magazines were the only things that didn’t need tidying. They were stacked neatly on her bed. One look at them reminded her of how much trouble she had gotten herself into.

The only thing to do was to confess everything. There was no way of knowing how much her Mistress knew. It was better to be confess now rather than be caught in more deception later.

Lindsay hadn’t thought she was being lazy. In her mind she was just taking shortcuts. But as the list spread to two pages and then to three, her heart sank. She was being more than lazy; she was being negligent to her slave duties.

She finished the list and reviewed each item. Had she really been that neglectful? Indeed she had. She resigned herself to the fact, gathered up the list and magazines and headed downstairs to the study.

Mistress Vera was sitting at her desk, waiting for her. Lindsay sat the magazines on the desk and held out the list with a shaking hand. She remained standing, head bowed, arms at her sides. As her Mistress silently read the lengthy list of misdeeds, she blinked rapidly trying to fight back guilty tears.

Mistress Vera silently laid the list aside and flipped through the porn for several minutes.

“How long have you been masturbating to these magazines?”

The question was so sudden Lindsay answered instinctively.

“For the past four nights.”

“Don’t you think it’s naughty to sneak this porn into the house and then masturbate without permission in your room?”

Lindsay’s head drooped lower. When she spoke her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry Mistress.”

“Sit down in the chair and show me what you’ve been doing in your bedroom.”

“Excuse me, Mistress?”

Lindsay’s head snapped up, her eyes widening with shock.

“I want to see what pleasure was worth the punishment I’m going to give you.”

Their eyes locked. Lindsay felt herself moving backwards. Her legs hit the chair and she sank down into it, her knees suddenly weak.

“Lift up your dress and remove your panties. You will show me exactly what you’ve been doing these last few nights.”

Her body moved automatically to her commands. When she spread her legs and felt her pussy she was surprised at how wet she had become.

Masturbating in front of her Mistress was always a sweet mixture of humiliation and pleasure. Her body trembled in anticipation of the coming spanking. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she came on her fingers.

After her moans subsided, the room seemed quieter than before. Mistress Vera was silent for a long while, her eyes staring into Lindsay’s. Finally she spoke.

“What is my rule regarding masturbation?”

Lindsay began to sit up and close her legs. Mistress’ gaze stopped her.

“I’m only to masturbate with your permission Mistress.”

“And what is my rule regarding reading material?”

“All reading material must first be approved by you Mistress.”

“Then these two infractions must be added to your list.” She wrote the two items on the last page. “I had told you to bring me a complete list of the rules you had outright broken or neglected. You did not even follow that command fully.” Again she added to the list. Lindsay knew not to argue.

“Stand up and assume the position.”

In the study ‘assume the position’ meant only one thing. Lindsay quickly stood up, undressed completely and then bent over the desk.

Her Mistress stood up and walked around the desk slowly. From the corner she picked up the punishment paddle. It was a round leather paddle with a wood handle. Though Lindsay had felt it many times before, this paddle always made her gasp in pain.

Lindsay braced herself for the spanking. Mistress Vera brought her arm down quick, smacking Lindsay’s bare bottom. Over and over the paddle came down, each time reddening her cheeks more. The smack of the leather paddle made her whole body shake. But even though the paddle stung horribly Lindsay couldn’t ignore that her pussy was more wet now than it had been in the chair before.

Finally, the spanking stopped. Lindsay panted for breath. She was sure her punishment was over but she knew better than to move without permission.

But Mistress Vera wasn’t finished. She walked over to the umbrella stand in the corner. Lindsay bit back a groan. The stand didn’t hold umbrella-it held canes.

Walking back towards the desk Mistress Vera whipped the cane through the air. Lindsay shivered; the cane was the hardest punishment for her to take. Her Mistress picked up her list and started reading it aloud. After every neglected task Mistress Vera gave her a cane stroke. Without prompting Lindsay thanked her each time. She knew she deserved each one.

Afterward she sincerely kissed the cane. Mistress Vera gave her permission to dress and then sent her off to bed. Her entire body ached as she walked up the stairs. She was exhausted yet felt lighthearted. Lindsay hated being punished but knew that it would make her a better slave for her Mistress.

Though she thought about the punishments the night before, Lindsay did not let herself become distracted from her morning duties. She diligently prepared breakfast, not skipping a single detail. As she carried the breakfast tray upstairs to Mistress Vera’s bedroom Lindsay felt recommitted to her servitude. She would not cut corners again.

Caned For Lunch

  • Posted on May 17, 2009 at 9:28 pm

Caned For Lunch
by Mistress Twilight

Jack was alone in his office for lunch. He had locked the door, closed the blinds and told his secretary to hold his all his calls. He was not to be disturbed.

He leaned back in his chair while he downloaded some of his favorite porn pics. His favorite picture was of a red haired woman getting a hard over the knee spanking from her boyfriend.

Watching that chick’s tight ass getting redder and redder was getting Jack extremely hot. Within minutes, he had whipped out his cock and was stroking it rhythmically. He stretched back in his chair and was pumping his hand furiously when his door unexpectedly opened.

His girlfriend Daria walked in and locked the door behind him. He tried to hide what he was doing but her smirk told him she knew exactly what was going on.

She quickly walked around his desk and grabbed his hand off the mouse before he could close out the window. “You were supposed to call me you know.” She looked at his screen and her eyes grew wide.

“We were supposed to go out to lunch together today. But instead you’re sitting her looking at very naughty photos.”

Jack tried to stuff his cock back in his trousers but it was no use. It was too hard to get back into his pants. He was caught and was at her mercy.

Daria looked back at the photo on his monitor. “Hey! That woman getting spanked looks like me!”

Jack gulped. There was no denying it. This was exactly the reason the photos got him so hot. He tried to laugh. “Well, now we know what it would look like if the tables were turned.”

She arched an eyebrow and stared him down. “Funny. But don’t think I’m going to let this slide.”

“What do you mean? Let’s just forget about this and go out to lunch.” He knew it was hopeless to try to get out of being punished. But he had to try.

Daria got up and walked around his office. “There must be something around here that I can punish you with.” Her eyes lingered over one of the blinds.

“And I know just the thing.” She climbed onto the chair and grabbed at the stick that opened the shades. Taking the stick off the hook she stepped back to the floor.

As Daria started walking back to his desk she started smacking it into her hand. This made Jack extremely nervous because it sounded just like a cane. He licked his lips and tried another tactic with her.

“Honey, I’m sorry. You know I feel bad for not calling. We’ll go out anywhere. I’ll take you too your favorite restaurant downtown.”

She smiled. “I think that sounds like a great idea. And we’ll do that as soon as I’m finishing caning you.”

He stood up suddenly. “What?!”

“You heard me. Now take off your pants or I’ll double your punishment.”

Jack knew it was better not to argue when she used that tone. As he was taking off his trousers, she walked over to his computer and clicked on another picture from the porn site.

“You’re going to look at this picture while you take your punishment. I want to make sure you don’t stand me up again.”

She bent him over then and he was looking right at a picture of a red haired woman giving a harsh spanking to a man. Daria chuckled then. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. She leaned down and whispered in his ear.

“Now your secretary is just outside. This cane is pretty quiet so she won’t hear me punishing you. But you better be careful not to yelp. We wouldn’t want her to think I was in here punishing my naughty boyfriend now would we?”

A rush of excitement made Jack shiver. He groaned softly.

“Now Jack, you were supposed to call me at noon. So to punish you, I’m going to give you twelve cane strokes.” He nodded and braced himself for the first stroke.

Daria whipped her arm back and brought the cane down hard across his ass. Jack started to yelp and then clamped his mouth shut. The last thing he wanted was for his secretary to hear him getting punished.

Again and again the cane came down. Lines a delicious pain streaked across his bottom. After every couple of strikes Daria scratched her fingernails over his sensitive skin. Jack bit his lip to keep from moaning. The stinging pain mingled with pleasure every time she brought down her cane. The twelfth stroke was the hardest and Jack couldn’t stop a quick yelp from escaping his lips.

After rubbing his reddened bottom, Daria stepped back to admire her work. Jack sucked in his breath as she raked her fingernails over his now tender ass. He could hear the pleasure in her voice as she told him to get dressed.

Daria smirked while he pulled on his pants. Then she turned unexpectedly and walked away from him. He hurriedly buttoned his shirt as she opened his office door. She told his secretary they were going to lunch. The two women exchanged suspicious smiles and Jack hoped she hadn’t heard him getting disciplined.

They went out to Daria’s favorite restaurant. All through the meal he squirmed in his chair. He could feel each stroke throbbing. Daria looked very pleased with herself. She smiled and told him that she was confident he wouldn’t stand her up again. Jack couldn’t agree more.

Shoe Store Submission

  • Posted on April 25, 2009 at 3:02 pm

Shoe Store Submission
by Mistress Twilight

Carol was by her very nature a dominant woman. She knew what she wanted from men and she always knew how to get it.

Thursday evening she went shopping at her favorite shoe store downtown. A sale was going on and the store was crowded with shoppers.

Carol soon spotted a pair of high heels that interested her. All the clerks were busy so she found an empty seat to try them on herself. Sitting down she noticed a man walking towards her down a nearby aisle.

As she tried on the heels she could sense this man’s eyes upon her. Instinctively she pointed her toes while glancing up to meet his eyes. As suspected he was staring at her feet and licking his lips.

He must have felt her looking at him because he quickly looked away. His cheeks flushed deeply and he started to turn away.

Carol coughed softly and he turned back around. With a crook of her finger, she motioned for him to come over. Like a puppy he came and sat down besides her, looking at her for another command.

She took his chin in her hand and directed his gaze towards her feet. Purring into his ear she whispered, “These heels don’t suit me.” She held out her right foot expectedly.

He looked back at her, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. Carol told him what he longed to hear, “Take these heels off and bring me back a pair that are higher and that have ankle straps.”

The man’s voice was barely a whisper. “Yes ma’am.” He delicately took one foot in his hands and removed the shoe. For a moment he held her stocking coated foot lovingly. He licked his lips and looked up at her, begging permission with his eyes.

Carol knew he would suck her stockinged toes right in the store, in front of all the customers and employees if she commanded. While she would enjoy making him perform in public, she wanted to toy with him first.

She removed her toes from his hand and replaced it with the other heel covered foot. “Tell me your name.”

“Richard.” He dutifully took the other shoe off, placing it in the box next to its mate while simultaneously holding her foot with his other hand.

“I prefer to call you slave.” She slid her foot out of his hand and brushed her stockinged toes across his mouth. His lips parted and he closed his eyes.

Carol sat up and sat her feet on the floor next to his knees. “The ankle straps-” she reminded him.

Richard bit his lips in an attempt to stifle his moan. He obediently nodded his head. “Yes ma’am, right away.” He stood up and walked down the aisle he had come, taking the unwanted heels with him.

Carol smiled as she watched him shopping. He was carefully studying all the heels in her size, trying to find the perfect pair, the ones that would please her most.

Selecting a box he returned to his spot in front of her, sinking down on his knees again. She held out her foot and he lovingly held it in his hands, sighing with pleasure.

Carol placed her other foot between his legs and was pleased to feel the hardness of his cock. He closed his eyes and moaned again, louder this time.

“Put them on me.” Carol snapped out her order and Richard’s eyes snapped opened. He picked up the right heel and carefully slid it on. He tenderly buckled the ankle strap and set her foot down. She could see his hands trembling as he removed her foot from his crotch. He put the second heel on, again treating her as tenderly as possible.

Carol removed this heeled foot from his hands and stood up slowly. Richard was transfixed on the floor, whimpering softly.

She looked down at her new toy. “I think I’ll just try these out. You can stay right where you are.” She turned and walked away from him, deliberating walking slowly, knowing very well Richard would be watching her every move.

When she returned to her chair he was in the same spot. He hadn’t moved from the floor.

Wordlessly she slid back into her chair. She held out one foot. This time she didn’t need to command him. He obediently took off these shoes and put her original heels back on.

She stood up as if to go. Again she cupped his chin in her hand. She smiled at him and whispered, “You’ve pleased me tonight.”

Then she reached into her purse and handed him her card. “If you would like to please me again, you will bring those heels (her eyes drifted to the pair she had just tried on, now sitting in their box besides Richard’s leg) to the address on the card next Thursday evening. I will toy with you at 7. Leaning down she whispered in his ear once more. “You’d like to be my slave wouldn’t you?”

Richard moaned out a yes and Carol chuckled to herself. Leaving him like that, kneeling on the floor of the store, she turned and left. She knew he would be worshiping her in those heels the following week.

Roommate’s Revenge

  • Posted on March 22, 2009 at 4:03 pm

Roommate’s Revenge
by Mistress Twilight

Samantha couldn’t find her favorite knit sweater anywhere. She looked in the laundry hamper, under her bed, even in the very back of her closet but it was hopeless. The sweater was just gone. She sat down on her bed feeling dejected, her bottom lip starting to push out in an attractive pout. Then an alarming thought popped in her head. She immediately jumped up, huffed “No, she wouldn’t!” and stomped off to her roommate’s bedroom.

And there was her sweater wadded up and thrown into a pile of dirty clothes. Samantha had had enough. This was the last time her clothes would be borrowed without permission.

Denise came home to find her roommate sitting on the couch waiting for her. From the scowl on Samantha’s face she knew she had done something to upset her. She wasn’t in the mood for a lecture about not asking to borrow clothes and mouthed off while walking to her bedroom.

But Samantha had had enough. She followed Denise into her bedroom, grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down onto the bed.

”Hey what are you doing?” Denise tried to pull away but Samantha had a firm grip on her arm.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson. I’m sick of you taking my things!” With that Samantha pulled Denise over her lap.

“If you’re going to act like a child then I’ll treat you like one.” Samantha started slapping Denise bottom through her skirt.

“Hey you can’t do that!” Denise tried to wiggle out of Samantha’s lap but she had her pinned down with a firm grasp.

“And you can’t borrow my clothes but you do!” Samantha started slapping each cheek faster now, feeling good she was finally getting her revenge.

As Denise squirmed more, her skirt rode up to reveal lacy red panties. Instantly the spanking came to a stop.

“Hey those are my panties!” Samantha couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Denise had actually raided her panty drawer.

Enough was enough. She pulled her panties off her roommate and grabbed the hairbrush sitting on the nightstand.

Samantha started slapping Denise’s cheeks back and forth, watching with glee as they began to redden.

“Now, I’m not going to stop until I hear a proper apology”

“Fuck you!” Denise was wiggling more but it was not use. She was pinned down. And her outburst only caused Samantha to start spanking her harder.

Smack! “You do not have permission to wear my clothes.” Samantha was determined this wouldn’t happen again.

Smack! “You will first wash and then return all my clothes you have taken.” Denise’s bottom was turning bright read.

Smack! Smack! “And if you take even one sock of mine I will pull you over my lap and spank you again!”

The stinging was too much for Denise. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry. I won’t ever take your clothes again.”

Smack! “You promise you won’t do it again?” Samantha was enjoying teaching her roommate as lesson.

“Yes, I promise! I’ll never do it again. I swear!”

“Ok then. You can get up.” Denise stood up and her hands flew to her bottom which was fiery hot.

“Good, that’s better. Now I expect you to do laundry, washing all the clothes you’ve borrowed from me. Before you go to bed tonight they had better be returned to my room.”

“Yes, I’ll start right now.”

Samantha left Denise’s room and went to her own. As she sat down in her chair to study she giggled to herself. Maybe a spanking would get Denise to do her share of the dishes as well. A devious smile played across her lips as she started making plans.

Virgin Slut Hole

  • Posted on February 27, 2009 at 2:25 pm

Virgin Slut Hole
by Mistress Twilight

Bill rode the subway home. It was a late night and a chill was in the air. He, however, felt very warm inside. Holding the hand bar as the subway rode along, he remembered the events that led him to tonight, returning home after a session with his Mistress.

He had always had submissive tendencies, but had never found a woman who desired that in a man. Finally, he worked up the courage to go to a support group. The people were friendly and supportive and while he remained hopeful, he had yet to find someone. There was a holiday play party at Christmas and he went, dressing up for the occasion. He wore black spandex and a leather harness he had bought himself as a present.

At the party he felt shy and couldn’t work up the courage to strike up a conversation. He kept to himself, quietly sipping his punch. He watched as a woman flogged a man across the room, wishing that it were he.

Then a sultry voice whispered into his ear, “I can see you’re looking for something. Guidance perhaps? Instruction?”

He turned and saw a beautiful woman, the sight taking his breath away. She was tall and voluptuous, wearing a black leather corset and short leather skirt. Her long black hair framed an enchanting face. Her lips moved sensuously as she spoke with intense eyes focused upon his.

He stayed by her side the rest of the night. He confessed his submissiveness to her and his newness to the lifestyle, but he could tell she had already guessed these things. After that night she began to train him as her slave. Over the winter he went to her condo across town at the end of every week.

He was to wear a leather cock ring during these visits. He put it on before work and wore it all day. After work he rode the subway to his Mistress. One Friday he woke up late and forgot the cock ring. The day was hectic and he didn’t remember until he was walking to the subway station. He didn’t have time to run home and get it; that would make him late for her and she did not tolerate lateness.

He arrived and duly apologized. She punished him anyway. She placed him over her knee and gave him a thorough hairbrush spanking. After she had finished she began stroking his ass cheeks.

“And what do we have here slave?”

“Nothing Mistress,” Bill replied nervously.

“Nothing? Why it looks like a slut hole to me.” Mistress ran her finger over his opening, causing him to shiver.

“Mistress, I’ve never been touched there before.”

“A virgin slut. Mmmm, I like that.”

And that was all she said. She rubbed his tender ass and soon dismissed him. He wondered about her actions. She had been pleased to learn of his innocence but had done nothing beyond questioning him. All week anxiety and expectation plagued him.

Another Friday came and he went to his Mistress as usual. She opened the door with a devilish gleam in her eye. As was expected he began to undress and knelt on the floor when fully disrobed.

Mistress began to pace back and forth in front of him.

“Now you promised to do anything for me. Is that true?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You promised to give anything to me. Is that true?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You swore to hide nothing from me. Every part of your essence belongs to me. Is that true?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Her heels made clicking noises as she walked slowly in front of him.

“Today I will test these promises. I want you to prove your obedience to me. Do you understand”?

“Yes, Mistress.” Bill was shivering now. Not knowing what to expect but eager to prove himself, he waited patiently.

She sat upon the sofa and beckoned him silently with one finger. Bill crawled across the floor and kneeled before her.

She pulled him over her knees and began to spank him with a studded leather paddle that lie beside her. The spanking was long and sensual. The intensity slowly built until his ass was stinging and he writhed against her thighs.

Mistress set aside the paddle and began to fondle his behind, scratching her fingers against the skin and squeezing his asscheeks.

“You will deny me no part of yourself will you slave?”

“No Mistress.” Bill felt her part his asscheeks and run a finger over his asshole.

“Even this little slut hole, this most private part of yourself is mine isn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Her finger withdrew for an instant and then returned to rubbing the rim of his asshole. It was now wet and cool and slid into his tightness easily.

“Yes this is embarrassing,” Bill thought. It even hurt a bit. But the pleasure of being entered was intoxicating.

Mistress stroked him with her finger. This made him lift up to met her and moan, with each curve of the finger.

“You will take whatever I give won’ t you?”

Bill could barely utter the words “Yes Mistress” between moans of pleasure.

“Good. Relax slave and you will take more.”

He relaxed his muscles and waited. Her finger withdrew halfway and stopped. Another cool, wet finger slid inside and he shuddered in ecstasy. All embarrassment had melted away and he gave himself to the intoxicating sensations. He was hard and rubbed against Mistress’s lap.

“You are such a slut. This little hole is sucking up my fingers.” She plunged deeper inside of him. “You want more don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress, please.”

“Beg for it. Tell me what you crave.”

With this prompt, Bill began to beg in earnest. “Please Mistress. Please fuck my slut hole. I long to be filled. Please fuck me like the slut I am.”

She withdrew her fingers as he pleaded. At once he stifled a cry, the empty feeling surprising him.

“Go to my dresser and bring me back the cock that’s in the top drawer.”

Bill crawled to her dresser and stood before it. His hands were shaking so badly with anticipation he could barely open the drawer. Inside nestled among her lacy panties sat a dildo and leather harness.

Instinctively he knew he was to crawl back to her. The humiliation of what would follow was overwhelming. He couldn’t relax while she put it in his…

But it wasn’t his anymore. It was her slut hole now, hers to do with as she pleased. With this in mind he placed the dildo in the harness and the head in his mouth. He crawled back and waited for her to begin.

“Very good. But you took too long. You were wavering weren’t you?”

Bill nodded a yes.

“You will take twenty for doubting. Present.”

He instantly laid the dildo on the coffee table and bent over, spreading himself for her. Clicking heels told him she had left the room. She had returned with her slapper. It was made of thick leather and wielded a nasty sting. As promised, she delivered twenty strokes, each one giving him a sharp sting and rocking him on his feet. Bill thankfully kissed the slapper and apologized earnestly for his doubting.

“Lean over the back of the sofa.” Nervousness returned as he followed her instructions. She came up behind him and firmly grabbed his rear. It was sensitive from the beating, causing him to wince slightly.

The coolness of her finger slid inside him again. Anxiety melted and he arched his ass into the air.

“You want this don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress, please. I’m such a slut. Please fuck me like a cheap whore.”

During his pleadings she had slipped another finger inside his tight hole causing him to moan these words. Fingers withdrew and the cold wet head of Mistress’s cock pressed against his puckered slut hole.

“I want you to relax your entire body. Open yourself up completely. Breath slowly now…”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The head slid inside of him and his body stretched to receive it.

“Take a deep breath.” As he inhaled she slipped the cock deeper within and his well-lubricated hole widened, sucking her in eagerly. She worked the cock in and out until she could easily slide all of it inside.

Mistress pulled almost out of him then and shoved back in, filling him completely. Bill whimpered from the pleasure and the pain. Ecstasy rippled through his body.

“You like this don’t you slut?”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you… Thank you.”

She fucked him long and hard. Sensations began to build and his cock strained for release. Unable to stroke himself because his hands were pinned behind his back, Bill softly moaned into the upholstery.

Her thrusts intensified and he groaned loudly in response.

“You can come from me fucking you, can’t you little slut.”

“Yes, Mistress. Please may I cum while you’re inside me?”

“Let me hear how much you want it.”

Bill begged and his cock began to throb. Pleading always brought him to the brink of orgasm.

Reaching around his thigh, she grabbed his balls and squeezed them hard, digging in her nails.

“Cum now slave.”

The orgasm overtook him and he spurted in rhythm as she thrust into him, pounding him against the upholstery. The only sound to be heard was his exhausted panting as she slowly pulled out of him.

“Thank you, oh thank you Mistress.” Bill’s voice was just a whisper now.

“You made a mess all over my sofa. Clean it up.” Her nails scraped his scalp as she grabbed a fistful of hair and pushed his face into the cum soaked spot. He licked up his cum gratefully, so eager to please her.

She excused him shortly afterwards. Bill went to his pile of clothes, dressed and thanked her once more. Then he caught the subway and rode it across town.

Riding home, swaying slightly as the subway rumbled along, he smiled at these memories. His ass tingled, his hole still throbbing from her cock. He cherished these sensations and knew he’d never be the same again.