FOREWORD
Once again, Dr. Harding lifts the lid and exposes the naked truth-and this time, his subject is the bizarrely exciting world of female domination!
A sizzling selection of dominatrices and their slaves to reveal the secret realm where females rule their male and female subjects!
Here is a world of role reversal, where the female of the species is the dominant aggressor, and the male is her lowly chattel, her slave.
Here, in a series of interviews taken from the tape-recorded files of Dr. Harding from true-life cases, you will meet:
ALTHEA: Buxom, bossy, and black, she dominates her white slave boys!
CATHERINE: Mature aggressor, she uses the slaves of her dominant daughter!
JOANIE: Submissive housewife who serves alongside her slave husband!
DORINDA: Demanding dominant who uses a woman like a man, and a man like a woman!
SHIRLEY: Mother makes use of her cross-dressed slave son!
Warning if you are offended by a sexually explicit, no-holds-barred expose of the strange sensual world of female dominants and their slaves, pass this book by!
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Althea W. AGE: Thirty-seven
INTERVIEW ONE
At work or play, Althea lives her dominant lifestyle to the fullest.
Big, bosomy, and black, voluptuous Althea makes her living as a professional dominatrix. Her dominance extends to all aspects of her life, however.
She is physically most impressive, standing about 5'5" and weighing in at 145 pounds, with massive breasts and buttocks.
She has a round moon face with a soft double chin. Her hair is cropped close to the scalp in the curly natural style Afro hairdo.
She has wide brown eyes, a thick nose, oversized wide purple lips. Her skin color is a deep, rich, dark chocolate, with fine-grained textured velvet skin.
She is powerfully built, with broad shoulders, thick arms. Her breasts are melons of brown flesh with nipples the size of cherries.
She has a thick but not fat middle, wide womanly hips, a pair of truly breathtaking buttocks, and thick, smooth, powerful thighs.
Mistress Althea graciously consented to supply us with this account of one of her recent encounters with a new slave recruit, a handsome middle-aged white executive with a variety of bizarre fetishes and a powerful need for degradation at the hands (and every other part of the anatomy) of his astounding black mistress:
James pissed his panties.
He did it because he wanted to do it. He was into it. I was mad, because he had not told me what he really desired for this session.
He was in chains when he did it, down in my basement dungeon. Outside, it was the middle of a Friday afternoon in the Fall.
In the basement, there was no time ... it didn't matter what time it was. There were no windows. It was lit by electric lights.
James was a new slave. He had contacted me after seeing my ad in a correspondence magazine dedicated to the dominant female.
He was into the scene not as much as he wanted to be. He answered my ad, enclosing a picture of himself and a detailed letter.
But his letter hadn't given me the real details of what he was into. I had to find that out for myself and when I did, I punished him for not telling me the truth about his needs right from the start.
You might think that a man (or woman, for that matter) who goes to the trouble of answering an ad for a mistress, would have sense enough to level with her.
Especially when that person is arranging a professional session, like James did.
I opened his letter with some of the others the magazine forwarded to my post office box. It caught my interest.
There's not enough time in the week for me to meet with the many slave recruits who write me begging to see them for a session.
I can be selective and pick and choose as I please ... and I make sure that the slaves seem like they'll be able to please me.
I don't see the uglies or the heavy pain freaks. I'm not down on them or their scene, but it ain't mine, honey. And my pleasure comes first.
And so do I or my slaves suffer for their lack of self-control.
James interested me. His photo just showed his head and shoulders. I prefer a full-length photo in the nude to check out the candidates.
But it's tough for some slaves to get those pictures in the nude, especially when they're novices just breaking into the game.
Besides, I can tell a lot about how a person is built (man or woman) just from looking at a good photo of their face.
James looked good. He was white, in his middle or late thirties. He had short dark hair, neatly cut, and a smooth clean-shaven face.
He looked, not handsome, but kind of cute. A little weak and soft, too, which was fine with me, cause I like my slaves docile.
I checked out his letter. It was educated, well-written, typed. He said that he was pretty new to the scene and just getting into it.
He listed some of the things he was into-bondage, humiliation, spankings, some cross-dressing, oral service.
The black mistress was his ideal fantasy, his dream mistress, and he begged, real nice and polite, to be permitted to serve me.
He seemed like a likely candidate. I wrote back to him, giving him permission to arrange for a session.
I talked to him over the phone. He was soft-spoken, His voice was soft and dreamy like a girl's, not harsh like a real man's.
He was polite, well-spoken, respectful. And scared. Scared to be even talking to a mistress like me, over the phone.
The session was arranged. He would have an appointment for early Friday afternoon. He would leave work early to take his session.
Until he showed up, I didn't know if he would arrive or not. You can never tell if a slave will show up for a scheduled appointment or not.
The first timers, especially, often get cold feet and chicken out. So I wasn't sure James would show up, until he actually did.
I live in a nice quiet suburban neighborhood outside the city. Being a pro paid for that house, and now I own it free and clear.
It's small but big enough for me. It's on a corner, nicely away from the neighbors. And the neighborhood is busy enough so that the visitors who come to see me don't stand out and attract suspicious attention.
I lifted the corner of the living room window and looked out. James had a real fine car, which was parked in front of my house.
He got out of the car. He was tall and lanky, a skinny, anxious dude. He wore a suit and tie, and carried a briefcase.
I smiled when I saw that. Those executives with the suits and the briefcases are some of the kinkiest slaves of all.
James looked like a real sweet slave. I thought about how I would whip his white ass with my black strap until it burned hot and red.
I would make him cry. When he knew I was boss, I would make him do-He was scared. He looked guilty, standing out there, pacing on the sidewalk, glancing up at the house.
He tugged at his tie like it was strangling him. Even from inside the house, I saw that his face was all red with shame.
It was red now but wait until I got ahold of him! It would really be red with shame while his ass would be red from my strap. For a minute, he looked so shaky that I thought he might punk out and get back into his car and drive away without taking his session.
If he showed signs of chickening out, I would come outside and get him and hustle his ass into my house before he could get away.
I'm always on the lookout for new slaves and he fit the bill, being affluent, polite, educated, safe, and discreet, and kind of cute.
He might not know how to serve his black mistress but once I got my hands on him, I would train him to my purposes!
At last he took the plunge. He got up his courage, squared his shoulders, took a deep breath, and walked to my front door.
I watched him through the peephole in the door. His hand shook when he went to press my door buzzer. I opened the door before he could ring.
I was dressed casually, in a long-sleeved purple satin blouse and matching pants and a pair of white high-heeled shoes.
I figured I would wait to see if he kept his appointment before I got all done up in my outfit for the session.
I had him come into the house. He was so scared that he couldn't look me in the eye. I quizzed him to make sure he was who he was.
He was in the little vestibule just inside the front door. I told him to put down his briefcase and take off his clothes, all of them.
He stood there for a minute, doing nothing, except for his face getting redder than ever, and his Adam's apple bobbing crazily.
I said, "Is there something wrong with your hearing? Or are you just trying to get off on the wrong foot with your mistress by disobeying her?"
"Oh, no-I'm sorry!"
"You'll have to stop mumbling, honey, I can't make out what you're saying."
He said that he was sorry, and that I had taken him by surprise. I stood there with my hands on my hips, staring at him.
He couldn't look me in the eye, and looked down at his feet instead, so he missed the big fat smile pasted all over my face.
He put down his briefcase and looked around. I showed him a clothes rack where he could hang up his clothes.
I put my hand under his chin and lifted his face so it was level with mine.
"You listen up and listen good, honey. You better do just exactly what your mistress tells you to do. When I give you an order, you hop to it!
"If I say, 'jump!', you say, 'how high?', and when I ,tell you how high, then by God you better jump, cause your ass is mine now!
"You're a skinny dude and I'm a big lady, so you're gonna be hurting if you get me mad. Now you get those clothes off!
"And I don't mean now, sucker, I mean five minutes ago! Move!"
He was so rattled that he knocked his briefcase over. He mumbled an apology for his clumsiness and he picked up the briefcase.
"I'll take that," I said. "You get them clothes off, you hear?! "
"Yes, ma'am!"
I picked up the briefcase and put it down on its side on a table and opened it up, just to make sure he was who he said he was.
I don't want any trouble with the law, and even though all my instincts told me this dude was a legitimate slave, I don't take chances.
So, I opened his briefcase so I could make sure he didn't have a little tape recorder or electronic bugging device.
All he had was a bunch of papers from the office, and-
"Hmmmmmm, what's this you got hidden down here, huh?"
Under all the papers', at the bottom of the briefcase, there was a brown paper bag sealed together with a piece of tape.
I opened it open and reached inside. Sure enough, just like I had known, there were some porno mags inside.
"Huh! Just what I figured ... let's see what you got here ... hmmmmm "Bad, Bossy, and Black" '-"Dark Amazon."
"Black Dominatrix" well, James, I got to say that I like your taste in reading material."
I opened one of the mags and flipped through it. There were some real nice pictures of black mistresses and male masters dominating white men and girls.
"Look at that white sucker eat that thing!" I showed him the picture. "You like that, James? You like to eat that black pussy?
"James, I am talking to you! Your mistress asked you a question, and you better answer it before I lose my temper!
"Do you like to eat that good black pussy, James?"
"Y-y-yes!"
"You do."
"Yes, Mistress Althea ... that is, I never really did do it, but I've dreamed about it for so long, and I-I said, "That seems to be one of your troubles, slave ... you're a dreamer. All this time, and you ain't even got your undershirt off yet!"
"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, Mistress-"
"You sure are sorry, boy ... you better shape up, or you're going right out that door without a session, especially if you don't get those clothes off!"
I flipped through the magazines while he took his clothes off. He hung them up on the hooks on the standing rack.
Finally he was stripped down to his shorts, big baggy boxer shorts.
I put down the magazines, leaving them out On the table. I shook my head. "You must be a slow learner, fool. I said I want all of them clothes off!"
I took hold of his shorts and pulled them off his hips. His skin was smooth.
His shorts came down off his hips and fell down his legs and he was naked.
He was taller than me, and skinny, reedy. He had a nice face, smooth and soft. He had a flat tummy and lean hips.
His cock and balls were showing. He had a dark brown bush and a circumcised cock.
He was nervous. He tried to cover his cock and balls with his hands.
"What are you doing, James? You got one hell of a lot of nerve, grabbing yourself and playing with your pecker right under the nose of your mistress!"
"No, I wasn't doing that, I was just trying to hide it so it wouldn't be exposed!"
I sneered. "I can see that you sure ain't got much to hide! Looks like you're another of those white slave boys with little dicks!"
Actually, his pecker, which was limp just then, looked to be about average size-nothing spectacular, but decent sized.
But that's one of my favorite ways to get these white slave boys and men to squirm, by mocking them and making fun of how small they are between the legs.
They know that they ain't got nothing on a big black stud hung like a horse, and I take advantage of that to humiliate them heavy.
I slapped his hands away from his crotch. "Keep your hands at your sides and out of trouble, fool, until I tell you different.
"Now, let's see what we got here ... " I took hold of his cock and balls and rested them on my palm.
His pecker and balls quivered. I took hold of his pecker and squeezed it.
"Not too impressive," I laughed. "Lucky thing for you that you don't have to be a man for me ... no, that's not what you're here for.
"As a man, you ain't much, that's for damn sure. What you want to do with that thing, boy? You even know what to do with it?
"I don't think so. But like I said, you ain't gonna have to be a man, not with me. I'm more man than you'll ever be, boy.
"Now, step out of them shorts and turn around so I can look at your ass end, and see if it's any more appealing than your little dick.
"Turn around and show me your back and backside, James...."
I put my hands on his hips and turned him. He stepped out of his shorts.
He had a nice ass, all right, high and firm and boyish, with a pair of smooth buns which were almost hairless.
"Well, that looks a little more promising," I said. "At least you ain't got one of those big fat asses like a lot of you executives usually have.
"Yeah, I'm gonna enjoy taking my strap to this ass. I love to beat asses, James, you know that? You must know it, since you read my ad.
"Look at that ass, how white it is it ain't even pink, man, it's white, white like soap or chalk!" I laughed real mean.
"Well, when I get done taking the strap to it, that ass will be a different color it'll be red as red can be."
I grabbed his ass. It was nice and firm, like I said. My thick brown fingers kneaded those white ass cheeks like they were mounds of dough.
I moved up so that the tips of my tits would press his bare back, so he could feel them through my blouse and bra.
I put my mouth close to his ear. It was all pink and shell-like. He squirmed from my hot breath in his ear.
I said, teasing, "You sure got a cute ass, honey. Think I'll take a closer look and see what kind of treasure you got buried there!"
I leaned over, with my face close to his ass. "Open your legs, fool, and lean forward more put your hands up on the door."
I took hold of his ass cheeks, one in each hand, and pulled them apart.
His rosebud was a little pink button, squirming away in the crack of his ass.
It squirmed a lot more and so did he-when put one hand in the crack of his ass and felt and fingered his rosebud.
"You're a virgin," I stated flatly. "Ex-excuse me?"
"You've never been fucked in this ass, I can tell."
"Oh, God, no, of course not!"
I chuckled. "You can turn around now." He did, facing me. His head hung down so that his chin rested on his chest.
I said, "Are you bi? Do you suck cock?"
"No, no, I don't!" His voice was choking-he could hardly sputter a word.
"Bullshit! Don't lie to me, boy! You trying to tell me that you never got down on your knees to take a big stiff cock in your mouth?! "
"I never did, never, I swear it! Honest, really!"
"All right ... maybe you never did it. But you thought about it, didn't you? You thought about it and you think about it all the time, James.
"You want a big stud to use you like the little lady you know you are! You ain't no man you want to be a girl, a little lady!
"You dream about having some stud a big BLACK stud make you be the woman you want to be, so you can suck all the cream out of his big black cock, huh?"
He shook his head and said no, he didn't want to do that.
"Don't lie to me, boy I'll whip your ass if you do!" I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled it and made him moan.
"Then tell the truth! Admit that you want your ass fucked and your mouth fucked by the hard hot cock of a big black stud!"
"Really, I don't, I swear-"
I changed tactics. "Wait a minute ... now I know where you're coming from. You don't really want to do those things at all.
"No, not you, honey James ... you're a sweet little girl, innocent. A nice girl. A nice tight-assed white virgin.
"You don't want to do those dirty things ... but you couldn't help yourself, if you were forced to do them if your mistress forced you to do them.
"No, then it wouldn't be your fault at all, if you were forced would it, James?"
He swallowed hard and licked his lips. "N-no, no...."
"You'll have to speak up, James. I told you that I can't hear you when you're mumbling like that, honey."
He took a deep breath. "I guess-I guess that it-if you forced me to do those things, why, then, it wouldn't really be like I wanted to do them."
"No, it wouldn't, would it."
His eyes widened until all whites showed around the eyeballs. "You-are you really going to make me do that?"
Well, I had what I wanted from him. Now I would pull back, shift tactics.
"You're getting ahead of yourself, James. I didn't say that I would make you do those things. Eager, aren't you?
"All I asked was if you wanted to do them. Well, I got my answer from you honey. But you're getting ahead of yourself.
"You haven't even shown if you can serve your mistress properly. It'll be a long time before you're ready to please and pleasure a man-a big black man."
I had him confused, so that he didn't know which way was up, and I had a few more bombshells to throw him off balance.
I pinched his cheek. "First you got to learn to please Althea, honey. When you can do that, well, we'll see what else we got in store for you.
"Of course, I might just have to break you in with my dildo-" James gasped.
I laughed. "Oh yes, my dildo ... dildos, really, cause I have more than one. I know that I mentioned that in my letter. Guess you didn't read it too carefully.
"Yeah, a lot of white virgins gave up the cherry of their asses to my dildos, James-when I stick it in them they cry at first, but before I'm done fucking them, they're crying for more."
At this time, I got to business and collected his cash tribute. After counting it to be sure that it was all there, I began the session.
Some slaves of mine, good with carpentry, fixed up my basement like a dungeon.
The kitchen door leads to the basement. There's a short steep flight of wooden stairs. The floor is concrete and the walls are stone.
It's dim and dark and scary down there, especially with some of the toys I keep, that my slaves made up for me.
On one wall is a rack with pegs, where I hang up all my whips and paddles and bondage gear and all the rest.
There's a different kind of rack, too, a wooden one that's a platform where I can strap my slaves down and chain 'em up.
There's also a bondage horse and a ladder and special chairs and other stuff.
James shivered. He was naked, but it wasn't cold in the basement. I hate being chilly, so I always keep it nice and warm in the basement.
But it wasn't the cold which made him shiver ... it was his fear.
I put him up in bondage, in chains and cuffs. A pulley wheel was bolted to the ceiling and a chain hung down from it.
"Lift up your arms, boy-put your hands together, like you're praying. You're gonna be praying before I get done with you!"
I locked the black leather cuffs on his wrists. Then I raised the chain on the pulley wheel, so that his arms were pulled over his head.
I pulled the chain nice and tight, so he could feel the pressure in his shoulder joints. He was standing on the balls of his feet to ease the strain.
I opened a wooden cupboard which was filled with garments, lots of lingerie and undies and frilly pretties for my TV slaves.
I just put him in panties for now. This was going to be a long session, and the panties would hold him for now.
Or so I thought! They were a pair of black satin panties with lots of frills, made for a big woman, and worn in my basement dungeon by men.
I knelt by him. "Put your feet into the leg holes of the panties-one foot at a time, fool! That's better...."
He stepped into the panties and I pulled them up his long skinny legs. He was real pale and pretty pink, with soft brown hair on his legs.
I caressed him as I pulled the panties. He shivered and moaned. But he still stayed soft in his cock, which kind of surprised. .
I took hold of his pecker and squeezed it. "You got a real squashed worm, here. I'm insulted that it ain't responding to my charms."
I pulled up his panties and tucked his cock and balls in the silken crotch. They made a real nice bulge in the panties.
I squeezed his groin through them. "I'm going upstairs now to get dressed for the session but just so you don't get too bored, I'll leave you with something to remember me by, until I come back down."
I clipped a pair of clothespins on his little pink nipples.
First I pinched and pulled and scratched the nipples, so they got all stiff and hard and angry red and throbbing.
Then I fastened a clothespin on each nipple. James sobbed and gasped. But he sure didn't try to fight it, or even beg me not to do it.
And, just so he wouldn't get too noisy, I gagged him, too. I would have gagged him with a pair of my soiled panties, but the only ones I had down in the basement were the ones which I was wearing, and I didn't feel like taking them off here.
So, I stuffed his jaws with a red rubber ball gag and buckled the black leather straps of it tight, locking it at the back of his neck.
"Now you just think about the things that I'm gonna do to you when I get back, James-I'm gonna slave train you, black mistress style!"
I didn't see any hardness between his legs. Just to make sure, I pulled out the front of his panties and peered inside.
But he was still limp. His penis was twitching but not getting stiff.
I just smiled. Now it was kind of a challenge to me-to get him hard, so stiff and hard that he'd think he would die if his swollen erection didn't get some satisfaction - satisfaction which I would deny to him until he was properly trained and willing to do anything-anything!-that I commanded.
But James had a nasty, naughty surprise planned for me....
INTERVIEW TWO
"So! You like to piss your panties, do you?! Well, baby and I do mean baby, cause that's just what you are, a big overgrown baby who messes himself baby, when I get done cleaning you out, you'll be as dry as the desert!
"And if you're not, why, then, you can sit around for an hour or two in your wet diapers, and see how much you enjoy your mess!"
That's what I said to James in the upstairs bathroom. I was happy to see that he was hard now, with a massive swollen dick.
He should have told me where he was coming from that he was really on an adult baby trip right from the start.
But that's how it is with a lot of these newcomers ... they're so hung up that they can't even bring themselves to tell Mistress what they want, what they need.
They think that they're the only ones in the world who ever wanted to get their ass powdered, oiled and diapered.
If they heard some of the wild requests I get sometimes, why, they'd know that what they're into is nothing but a mild variation.
James had told me what he was into, all right. He spoke with actions, not words, when he pissed in his pretty panties.
He was downstairs in the basement dungeon while I went upstairs to get changed into an outfit for the session.
I was still in the blouse and pants I had worn while lounging around the house before the session, and I wanted to get into something hotter.
I looked good, when I changed. I wore a garter belt, stockings, bra, panties, and high heels, all in white.
I went down to the basement. I stepped carefully, cause my shoes had high spiked heels and the wooden stairs were narrow.
When I got down to the basement, I saw James was shaking. Something wet shimmered on his bare legs and at the floor at his feet.
I stood there with my hands on my hips, glaring at him.
"James, what have you done?! Did you have an accident, you dirty little thing?"
He just moaned. Of course, he couldn't answer me, since the gag was still stuffed in his mouth. I grabbed his hair and jerked his head up.
"You pissed your pretty panties, you bad, bad boy!"
His eyes were wet with tears. His panties were sopping wet. Piss had run down his thighs and legs and puddled on the floor.
I took off his gag. "You better do some fast talking, fool!"
"I'm a baby, Mistress Althea, a bad baby!"
It all came out in a rush where he was at, I mean. He tearfully confessed that he really had a need, a compulsion to be babied.
"Why didn't you tell me that at the start of the session, instead of having me set up all this, when you knew it wasn't what you wanted?" I asked.
"I was too ashamed," he sobbed.
"Well, you should be ashamed, you nasty little boy. Bad, bad baby! Now, Momma Mistress is gonna have to toilet train you!"
He squirmed eagerly in his chains. "Oh, Mistress Althea, I-"
"Shut up." I closed his mouth with my hand and squeezed his face.
"You want to be a baby?" I laughed. "Shit, you are a baby! Only a baby would have pissed his panties the way you did.
"Well, you are going to be a baby for me. I'm going to treat you just like the infant you are, and teach you how to behave!
"For starters, Baby, I don't want to hear one word out of you, not one word! You ain't old enough to talk!
"You want to tell me something, you tell me without talking. You can cry, gurgle, laugh, coo, babble, any damn thing you like, but don't you dare speak a word!
"Only grownups and big boys and girls can talk-and you ain't that.
"I ain't Mistress Althea to you any more-I'm Momma. Your Momma. And I'm just so damn mad about this mess that you made!
"Well, baby, you're gonna clean it up yourself! But first, I'm gonna take you out of these chains I don't need them to control a baby like you!"
I unlocked the cuffs of the overhead chain, freeing his hands from them. He sniffled and wiped his wet eyes with the backs of his hands.
I found some paper towels. "Baby, you get down on your hands and knees and you clean up that puddle of piss you left on my new clean floor!
"But before you do that, you wipe yourself off-no! No, don't take off your wet panties you messed them, so now you can wear them for a while and see how much you like it! You just wipe your legs off, so you don't drip any more!"
He blotted himself with the paper towels. Then he got down on his hands and knees and cleaned the floor where he had wet it.
I stood over him with my arms folded across my tits. When he slowed, I kicked his side or slapped his back.
When he was done, I took some of the soiled towels and wadded them up.
"Open your mouth, baby!"
"Oh, Mistress Althea, please don't-"
"Shut up! Momma done told you not to talk back! Now I'm gonna slap your face but good, for being so forgetful!"
Slap his face I did, not too very hard, for I am a big strong woman, and if I really hauled off and smacked a man, even with my open hand, I'd knock him for a loop.
The slap I gave him stung and stunned him. It left a bright red mark on his white face where the hand struck.
James was happy now. Nerves and muscles squirmed on his face from his delight.
He opened his mouth. I stuffed the towels partially in. "Now, baby, you see that waste basket there, under that table? , You crawl there and you put the dirty paper towels in the waste basket and then you crawl right back here to me!"
He crawled good, but I devilled him anyway: "Why you going so slow, baby? You better move that little ass of yours or I'll tan it even harder!"
When he finished the task and came back, I ordered him to stand.
"Take a look at Momma, baby, take a good long look ... ain't I pretty? Ain't I the prettiest woman you've ever seen?
"Take a look at these tits, baby ... ummmm, look how big they are! Each one of them looks about as big as your head, or bigger!
And look at my nipples! You can see my nipples through the bra, can't you? Sure you can? Hey, I bet you'd love to suckle at Momma's tit, hmmmmm?"
He nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes, Momma, I-" I slapped his face, again not too hard, but enough to sting and shut him up. I slapped him on the side that I hadn't slapped the first time.
I said, "Momma didn't tell you to talk. Momma didn't give her permission. You just shut up, baby, unless Momma permits you to talk!"
I had on one of those specially reinforced, underwired bras. Instead of hooking in the back, it hooked in the front, where the bra cups came together in the hollow between my tits. I unhooked it, slow and teasing.
The center came undone. I lowered my right bra cup, pulling it down to flash my nipple at him. His eyes bulged.
"Ummmmmmmmm, look at that, baby! Momma's nipple is as big as a cherry, a nice dark purple cherry stuck to the tip of her tit!
"I know baby is hungry ... baby wants some of Momma's fine black titty-but he ain't gonna get none, not now at least, cause he's been bad!"
I pulled my bra back up and covered myself, hooking the bra cups in place.
"Momma was gonna drive her slave wild, but when she got down here, she found out that she didn't have no slave at all, just a dirty baby who pissed on himself!
"Well, these fine big tits ain't for no bad babys, that's for sure now, what's going on in those panties of yours?
"I know that I see something moving inside of them. You better pull them down and show Momma what you're hiding!
"No, baby, you take them down yourself-Momma don't want to touch them piss-soaked panties. And don't touch nothing but the panties, you hear?"
He pulled down his panties, which were sopping wet. He rolled them to the tops of his thighs, and a big fat thick dick flopped out.
He was hard now. Here was why he hadn't got hard for me before it was this humiliation/baby scene which pressed his buttons and made him come alive.
His thing was thick and stiff and stood up from his hips at a tilted angle.
I sneered at him. "What you think you're gonna do with that thing, baby? That ain't no use to you now that ain't for you!
"You think you're gonna use that on Momma, is that it? Ummmmm, yeah, sure, I bet that you'd like to stick that right between Momma's thighs, right in her hot sweet juicy black pussy well, bad baby, forget it!
"That's only for big boys who know how to please their mistress, not for naughty babies who piss on themselves!
"And take those panties off, too, now that you've gone and soiled them-no, don't put them down, you ain't done with them yet.
"Put them on your head. That's right, that's what I said-put them on your head! Or maybe Momma will have to take her switch to your ass!"
He did as I said, and pulled the wet panties on his head. I pulled them so that they covered his face, his eyes.
"You don't need to see, baby. I'm gonna lead you out of here, so you just walk straight ahead and do like Momma tells you."
I held his shoulders from behind and walked him through the basement. "Okay, we're at the stairs now, so lift one foot and step up."
I walked him up from the basement, through the house, up to the second floor, and into the nursery. I had made sure that he was dry and wouldn't drip on my nice clean house.
"I ain't even gonna put you in bondage. Babies don't need bondage. You'll do as Momma tells you or I'll whip your little butt red and raw!
"Okay, you can take off them panties now, and look around."
We were in the nursery. I'm real good with adult babies-one of my specialties-and my ad says so, cause I get a lot of submissives into that scene.
So, I had a small spare room fixed up as a nursery. Some of my slaves fixed it up. It's got wallpaper with lots of cute little animals and toys on it, just the kind of paper that goes with a nursery.
There's an adult-sized crib, high chair, and a changing table, too. James was looking around with wide eyes, trying to take in everything at once.
"If you had just told Momma what a baby you are, she would have brought you up to the nursery from the start.
"But you were a bad boy and didn't tell the truth Momma will punish you for that, baby. You in a heap of trouble now."
His dick stuck out stiff and straight, like it was made of bone. It twitched and jerked from being so stiff.
"Before I put you in baby clothes and diapers, I'm gonna have to clean you up first-clean you up, and out!
"Now you just get down on your hands and knees like the baby you are, and you crawl right out that door and into the bathroom.
"Yes, baby, that's right-the bathroom. Don't look so shocked. Baby that pisses his pretty panties ain't got no right to look shocked."
Outside the bathroom in the hall was a linen closet, a cupboard. I opened it and took some items from the shelf.
I stuck my head in the bathroom door. "Baby, you go and stand there in that corner and put your nose to the wall and don't you dare turn around.
"If you do, instead of making you stand in the corner, I'm gonna make you stick your head in the toilet bowl-which I might do anyway, I'm so damned mad!"
Things were going to get messy, so I took off my shoes, garter belt, panties, stockings. I kept my bra on, for a little while longer.
While I changed, I peeked into the bathroom every now and then to make sure that James was keeping his nose pressed to the wall.
He was. I made a fast change and left my lingerie in the cupboard later I could get it and put it away it would keep for now.
I was stripped down for action. I put on a pair of white vinyl boots with pointed toes and high spiked heels, wet-look boots.
I pinned a white rubber apron around my waist and tied it in a bow at the back of my back. I was naked under the rubber apron.
I went into the bathroom, carrying my gear with me. "Okay, baby, you can turn around and see what Momma's got for you."
He saw it, all right the enema bag which I was holding. It was a red rubber bag, flat now, but soon to be straining at the seams.
"I told you I was gonna clean you out, baby. I ain't gonna go to the trouble of putting you in diapers just so you can shit in them."
The enema had a rectal nozzle. It was six inches long, made of flexible white plastic, and was thin, thinner than my little finger.
Too thin to stick up this bad boy's ass.
I unscrewed the rectal nozzle from the rubber tubing. On a table next to the sink was the other stuff I had brought from the closet.
James gasped when I attached the douche nozzle to the enema tubing. The douche nozzle was shaped just like a streamlined dildo.
It was seven inches long and it was thick, too, about as thick as a twenty-five cent piece, instead of being pencil-thin like the rectal nozzle.
"This looks just right for you, baby."
"Oh, Momma, I can't fit that in me!"
I took hold of his ear and twisted it until he yelped. "I told you about that talking. You done had your last warning, baby.
"Yes, Momma is going to clean you out-but before she does, you're going to get a good sound spanking first!
"And not over Momma's lap, either-you might wet on me! Now, get down and stretch over the edge of the tub.
"No, fool-no, get on your knees so that your tummy is on the edge of the tub and your upper body and head and hands are inside the tub.
"That will put your ass right where I want it that's good."
He was in position. I got on top of him, sitting on his back, straddling him. He went, "OOOOOOOOOOF!! ! " when I put my weight on him.
I straddled him with my booted feet on the floor and facing, if you could call it that, facing his bare ass, which was turned up for the spanking.
He was breathless, cause I'm no lightweight, but a big, hefty, solid woman. My weight pressed him into the edge of the tub.
His ass cheeks quivered. I slapped my hands down on his bottom, grabbing the cheeks one in each hand, sinking my fingers into his flesh.
He had a nice ass, all right, just the kind that some of my men friends love to fuck-and maybe they would, sometime in the near future.
Cause I was determined that I was going to put this new recruit totally under my domination and mess his mind up good, so that he knew for once and all time just who his mistress was and that he had to serve her in all ways.
I spanked him. Some mistresses use a strap or a paddle or a switch or a whip. I use all of those things myself, but I like to hand spank.
I got a strong arm and a hard hand ready and eager for hitting. I can do as much damage to the spankee with my hand as many ladies can do with their paddles and straps.
I gave him a real bottom warming. One of the things I love about spanking white slaves is how the ass turns colors.
James' ass went from white to pink to rose to red to hot, angry red. He was crying like a baby before I was done with him.
My palms stung, so you can imagine how sore and tender his ass was. It was hot and the ass cheeks twitched even after I stopped spanking him.
I was all bare-ass naked under the apron. When I straddled his back, my naked pussy pressed up against his smooth flesh.
I sat so that my pussy pressed right along the ridge of his backbone. He was thin and the bones were real prominent.
His spine pressed my pussy. My big fat pussy lips were spread and my membranes pressed his flesh and oozed juices.
So, I sat on his back and my pussy oozed hot juices and as I rocked from spanking his ass, I rubbed my clit against his backbone.
It felt real fine to me. My nipples got hard, too, and stood out like pebbles.
I got off him. "You just stay right there, baby, and don't you move! Momma's gonna fix up a nice warm enema for you!"
It was a red rubber quart bag, and I filled it so that it was close to bursting at the seams from all the warm, soapy fluid I filled it with.
I sat down on the white plastic toilet seat lid, my bare buttocks pressing down on it, the edges of them oozing off the top of the seat.
From where I sat on the toilet, James' red, spanked ass was laid out right in front of me-all I had to do was lean forward to reach it.
"Move those knees of yours wider apart, James, I want to see between your legs."
He was still hard, all right. His stiff dick was almost as red as his spanked ass. It was pressed against the cool white porcelain tub.
"Well, well, what have we here?" I reached between his legs and took hold of his dick. It was so hot it burned against my hand.
"Looks like my baby liked his spanking," I said. "Let's see if he-likes his enema as much, hmmmmmm?"
I pulled his penis and twisted it and made James sob and moan.
"Seeing how tight your little ass was when I checked it out before, I know that you'll need a lot of grease to fit this big fat thing up your ass!
"I got the grease, honey, baby, right here in this jar. You can hear me taking off the cap-no, no, baby, don't you dare look over your shoulder at me!
"You keep your head down and inside the tub like a good little baby, and you leave everything to Momma she'll take care of you.
"Now I'm gonna spread those cheeks of yours ... my, my, they are hot! Come on, now, don't cry, I'm just spreading your ass.
"You keep on whining like that, baby, and I'll really give you something to cry about! Instead of Momma's bare hand, I'll take a switch to your ass!
"Now, calm down ... there, that's better. Now, let's get those cheeks open ... that's it. Hmmmm, that little ass-hole of yours is small!
"Don't jump so, baby that's only Momma's finger down there, poking your little rosebud, not the nozzle for the enema. Not yet.
"Now, I'll just smear some grease on your little ass-hole ... there, doesn't that feel nice, the way Momma is rubbing it in?
"Ummmmm, so nice and good ... I hear my baby gurgling cause it feels so good to him. I'm gonna put some inside my little darling, too.
"There we go, with a fat dollop of grease stuffed right up your ass! That didn't hurt none, you see ... I'm gonna have to grease the nozzle, too.
"Okay, baby, you can take a peek at the nozzle that's going to go up your ass in a second big, ain't it?
"Don't make such a fuss, baby, cause you're getting this cleaning whether you like it or not cause I like to give enemas to messy little boys, is why.
"There we go, now the nozzle is all covered with grease so it should slide right up your little ass-hole, tight as it is....
"Let's spread those cheeks now, open up widethere we go!
"Just relax, baby ... don't tense yourself up or nothing ... just hold yourself loose, so the nozzle will go in easy.
"Yes, baby, Momma knows you never took anything this big up your little ass before. But Momma knows that you can do it.
"There, now the head of it is all the way inside your ass-hole! Your hole sure is stretched, honey, there ain't a wrinkle on it!
"Done? Ha ha! Honey, you ain't even got half the nozzle up your ass yet! I got to stretch you out inside, so you can fit it in you!
"Now, if I push it in and out, like this, it should stretch you out some. How does that feel? I bet it feels like a real dick was fucking your ass, going in and out, just like this, in and out ... now I'll twirl it around.
"Don't make such a fuss there ... there! Now it's all the way in you!
"Take a deep breath, honey ... I'm opening the valve now, there it goes ... and here comes the water, all that good soapy water, flowing into the tube.
"Into you, too, here it comes! Don't fuss so, or I'll make you take two or maybe even three quarts, instead of just this one!
"Just relax and stop all that crying, baby James, cause so far you ain't even made a dent in this bag yet!"
It was a nice, long enema. From time to time, I closed the valve to stop the flow of the waters. His tummy was all stretched out.
He had cramps, so I had him lift up so I could reach under him and massage his belly and work some of the cramps out.
Then I put him back down and started up the flow. When the bag was finally empty, I made him hold the enema for ten minutes.
I kept the nozzle plunged up inside his ass so he couldn't get rid of the enema. I made him beg for mercy.
He had to make a lot of promises before I permitted him to go. And when I did, I stood right there in the bathroom, watching him.
I didn't so much as blink an eye, but he was crushed with shame at me watching him sitting on the bowl, exploding with relief.
But if he thought that was shameful, he was even more flattened when, after he was done, I checked him to make sure that he had wiped himself clean.
He was, but was he ever floored by the humiliation of it! And he was weak and dazed from the force of the enema.
"Well, well, looky here!" I took hold of his stiff dick. "For all your crying and moaning, your dick stayed as stiff as a rock!
"You know what I think, baby? I think you love all this! Admit it!"
He mumbled, "Yes, Momma, yes, I do love it!"
"Damn right you do. And now, before I can put you in diapers, I'm gonna clean you off, so you just climb right into the tub."
He got in the tub, moaning from the pain of moving his spanked ass. He stood on his knees in the tub, not wanting to sit on his sore bottom.
I unhooked my bra and took it off. My big brown tits came tumbling out, dark brown melons with fat purple cherries throbbing at the tips.
James forgot all about his pain when he saw my bare tits. I cupped them and lifted them, plumping them up and rubbing them together.
"Lie down, James, on your back. Looking up. No, I don't care that your behind hurts from the spanking, honey. It's supposed to hurt.
"Lie down. Now, move down in the tub, so that your back is flat on the bottom and your head is down, too. Look up. That's it.
"Bend your legs at the knees so you can get down more. Okay, good. Now, baby, can you guess why I have you in the tub like that?
"No, don't say anything. You can't talk, remember? Besides, I've got other uses for that mouth of yours. Better uses, if you know what I mean.
"Ah ... I can tell by the look on your face that you figured out what I'm gonna do. That's right, baby. You like piss so I'm gonna give you some of mine.
"I've been saving it for you, so there's lots of it, too. And keep your hands off your dick, I'll slap you ... okay. No, I don't want to hear it.
"Move to the middle of the tub, so I can step in. So I can put my feet on either side of you. Now, move down more. Get your head under me.
"That's far enough. That's perfect. Ah, now that you're under me you can look right up under my apron and see that I ain't go no panties on.
"You want a better look? Oh, you're gonna see it from right up close, that's for sure ... I'm gonna take off this apron, don't need it now.
"Now I'm all naked, honey, every bit. Yeah, sugar, I know that you like what you see, that you love what you see.
"That big hard dick of yours tells me that-honey, it ain't right for a baby to have that big stiffie sticking up so long and red.
"You're gonna have to get rid of it. Momma wants you to play with your peter and make yourself come. Yes, now you may touch it.
"Wrap that hand of yours around it and pull on it ... squeeze it, pump it, tease it ... come on, now, don't hold back!
"That's good! It's good to you honey, ain't it? Sure, I know that it is ... and while you're pulling on yourself, you look up at Momma.
"Sure, look up between my legs, my big brown legs ... see how strong they are? Look at those thick dark thighs, so plump and fine.
"I got strong thighs, for sure ... they could squeeze the life right out of a little white worm like you ... and speaking of little worms, you keep on pulling your dick, just the way you been doing....
"Open your legs ... I want to rub your balls. With my foot. Don't be so nervous, I ain't gonna hurt you! Now, I'm just going to touch your balls with my toes, like this.
"There, now, that feels good to you, don't it? But I'm gonna stop, cause I don't want you shooting your come all over my foot.
"Look up. Look at my pussy ... ummmmm, look at that fat black bush, it's so thick and glossy and full, it reaches halfway to my bellybutton....
"You love a big fat bush, don't you? I know that you do ... and those pussy lips, how big and fat they are!
"I see you licking your lips, baby? You want some of Momma's hot sweet pussy, don't you? Maybe you'll get some, if you're a good boy.
"Baby's hungry, ain't he? Thirsty, too, I bet ... it's time for your afternoon feeding, why, it must be dinnertime by now. Feeding time.
"Ummmm, it sure feels good when I put my hand between my legs and rub my pussy with my fingers like this ... makes me get all hot and smoking.
"I bet you wish that your hands were up here, rubbing and stroking Momma's sweet pussy. Or maybe you wish it was something beside your hands, hmmmmm?
"Don't stop, honey. Keep pulling. As red as your little dick is getting, you're gonna shoot real soon, so keep playing with it.
"While you're pulling your prick, you can just watch what happens when I put my hands on either side of my slit and pull open the pussy lips.
"Now you can see my inside, all the good slippery pink membranes! They're so juicy that they're shining, shining and dripping!
"You'll be able to see it better from closer up so I'll just get down here, hunker down on my haunches so I can squat over your face.
"No, no, honey, don't kiss it, you rascal, Momma didn't say you could do that, Momma will spank you if you do that again.
"You just keep your head down and look at me. My pussy's so close to your mouth that you could reach it with your tongue. But don't ... not yet.
"It feels real nice when I rub my pussy like this, at the top of the slit up on my clit you ever see a clit like mine?
"Here, take a good look ... but don't touch. See how big and fat it is? Looks kind of like a little finger, don't it?
"Baby's hungry, I can tell. Lucky you, honey! Momma's got a special treat for your feeding. She's been heating it up for the last hour. i
"Yeah, you know what it is, I can tell. No, you will take it, and be damn glad of it. Cause I saved it all for you.
"No, I didn't bring you a bottle, but you won't need one Momma's carrying your special inside her, right inside her hot pussy.
"You're gonna drink my champagne, honey. From inside.
"Don't cry, it won't do no good. Open your mouth. Stop crying and open your mouth. Wide wider! That's good. Don't you dare close it.
"Now, I'll just squat my pussy right down on that open mouth of yours, press it up good and tight ... feel my pussy lips quivering?
"Ummmm, I'm ready to go. This is special, and Momma wants you to swallow every precious drop, dear, you better.
"If you don't take your feeding like a good little boy, Momma's gonna send you off without so much as a chance to suck at her titty or go down on her hot pussy or her backside, or all the other wonderful things I got planned ... to show me that you're good, and mind Momma, you'll have to take your shower, your golden shower....
"Let me just look over my shoulder you keep pulling that thing, harder now! Come on, don't stop! You're almost there, honey!
"And so am I! Lord, I feel like my bladder is gonna burst! But I don't got to hold it in no more, so here it comes!
"Ummmm! It's boiling right out! Drink it, honey! Don't choke! Drink faster! Come on, I got a lot more-now look what you did!
"Since you can't swallow it all, I'll just wash your face with it, all over, there we go, now back down to your mouth and in it-"Whew! It just keeps on coming, don't it! Sure is a lot ... whew!
"Ah, here we go, that's just about all of it ... no, there's a few more drops. Don't miss them ... that's a good boy.
"Urn! Hmmmmmmmmmm I see that you done all right by yourself, too. You came. You got your come all over you. But that's why you're in the tub....
"I'm not done yet, honey. Sure, I'm done pissing, but you still got a job to do-you're gonna lick Momma's pussy clean!
"Yes, you are! I don't wanna hear no more from you so I'm gonna sit down on your face, on your mouth there, that shut you up!
"No, don't kiss it, lick it! Get your tongue inside it and lick it good and clean! Don't you dare miss a drop!
"All right, you've cleaned out the inside enough, now you can lick my pussy lips ... slower, not so fast ... harder. Harder.
"Lick up to the top of them. Lick my clit. Keep licking that and don't bother to lick the rest of my pussy, right on my clit is just fine....
"Keep licking ... ummminmm, you do that nice. You got a nice tongue, you're doing it real nice for me now, so don't stop . ... ummmmmmmmmmm....
"Oh! OH!! !... ... . ... .aaaaaaah."
I filled the tub, washed, scrubbed, rinsed, and cleaned him. I washed his mouth out with soap, too. I washed his ass and dick last.
He had made himself come in the tub. I stood him on his knees on the floor of the tub and then I soaped up his cock and balls.
His thing was red and stiff when I got down washing him. I could have made him come with another few minutes handling, but I had other ideas.
I soaped up his spanked ass. It was red and warm but not hot any more. I heated it up when I spread his cheeks and soaped up his ass-hole.
My middle finger was greased and slippery with soap and I stuck it up his ass. His stiff dick jumped and jerked while I fingered his hole.
I rinsed him. He stepped out and got on the mat while I toweled him dry.
"If I hadn't just washed you, baby James, I'd make you craw into the nursery. But since I don't want you to get yourself all dirty after I've gone to the trouble of cleaning you, you can walk but hurry up!
"In the meantime, I'm gonna put my rubber apron back on, since I'm gonna diaper you now, and it ain't right for Momma to be all naked in front of you.
"You better take a good long look at my pussy cause I'm gonna put the apron on now ... well, I know that you got a real good look when I squatted on your face.
"Now, you just get your little heinie up on that changing table. It's built special for big bad boys like you.
"Don't mess up that rubber sheet that's on it, it should cover the table. Get down on your bottom, I don't care if it does hurt.
"First, I'm gonna grease you up with baby oil. That will moisten you up and keep you from getting diaper rash.
"That baby oil feels good, don't it? So slippery ... I'm gonna rub a lot of it on your dick, look how red and hot it is!
"I better stop. If I keep on pulling your prick with that baby oil, you're liable to shoot your come in Momma's face. Then I'd really have to punish you.
"Bend your legs at the knees and get your ass up so Momma can reach under there. I'll smear that oil on your cheeks, in the crack of your ass, too.
"I'll follow up that baby oil with the talcum powder, sprinkle it all over you. Hey, that really makes you white, don't it?
"Turn on your side, so I can powder your ass. In the crack, too, so I'll spread those cheeks and sprinkle in the powder.
"And now for the diaper. This diaper is made specially for big babies. It's got layers of quilted cotton to hold the wetness.
"Lift up your buns and let me slip the diaper under them ... now I'll pin it closed, with special safety pins so baby won't stick himself.
"I'll be the one sticking baby with my dildo. Later ... if you're lucky. You sure cried when I put that nozzle up your ass!
"But you loved it - that hard dick of yours showed the truth of that.
"Not done yet, though not until I get these leak-proof pink plastic pants on over the diaper. Just stick your legs through the openings in the plastic pants.
"You wet yourself now, you're gonna stew in your own juices, cause that pair of plastic panties won't let loose a drop.
"What else have I got for baby? Let's see ... hey, here's a bonnet for a big baby! You'll look real cute in it. Sit up so I can put it on you.
"What are you staring at? Momma's titties, huh? I'd have thought that you would be full from the golden feeding I just gave you.
"Not yet, baby. Now that you're diapered, we're gonna go over here to this couch, which
I got set UP for special occasions.
"Momma's gonna stretch out first on the couch, on her back, but don't worry, cause there's room for two, here.
"Now you come up on the couch and stretch out on top of Momma and don't it feel good, stretched out on top of your big bad black momma?
"Baby's hungry for some of Momma's big black titty ... here, rest your head on my tits--why, it's practically lost between them!
"Um! Your whole face is swallowed up by my tits! But you're the one who wants to do the swallowing, so lift your head up while I get hold of my tits and take them in my hands and push them up for you!
"Kiss my nipple just kiss it, don't suck it! Momma didn't tell you, you could suck it! Okay ... kiss the other one, too.
"Stick out your tongue and lick my tit. Lick the nipple a lot, Momma likes that. You must like it too, I feel you getting hard all over again.
"All right, you licked my nipple real nice, so Momma's gonna let you suck on it, so here it comes, take it in your mouth now....
"While you're nursing at my titty, I'll just reach down and grab your little bottom and feel it up right through your diaper.
"Keep sucking. I'll put my hand inside your plastic panties, inside the diaper, so Momma can feel up your bare ass.
"Okay, you've sucked enough ... enough of my tit. Now you just crawl down, right down, so that your face is over my crotch.
"That's right, darling, it's time for you to eat Momma's pussy again. You did it so nice and sweet the first time, Momma wants you to do it again."
James ate me. I spread my legs and he put his mouth on my pussy. He kissed it, licked it inside and out, and licked the clitoris.
This time I was settled in for a nice long session of oral sex. I put my hand on the top of his head, and pushed his face down hard into my pussy.
My juices smeared o"h his face. His eyebrows got sticky. His floppy, frilly big baby bonnet kept falling down over his eyes.
This time I kept him working out until his mouth was sore and tired. I got me about three really hot orgasms before I let him stop.
When I was rested up and had caught my breath enough so I could speak, I gave him my next bunch of commands.
"Honey, go across the room no, don't walk, crawl like a baby, like the baby you are and go to the cabinet.
"Inside, you'll see a leather strap. Get it and crawl back to me and bring it.
"Okay. Now I'll just roll over and sit up on the couch so I can take off-your diapers. I want to check to see if you're still dry.
"I'll just slip my hand down the front of your plastic panties and inside the diapers and feel around ... don't be so nervous, baby.
"Ah, but you're dry! You're a good baby! I feel something down here, though, something a little sticky. It don't feel like piss, though.
"Guess Momma better take a closer look. First we'll pull your pretty pink plastic panties down to your knees, then I'll unpin the diaper and take it down."
His stiff dick pushed out the front of the diaper. When I opened and unfolded it, the dick flopped out, red and stiff.
While he had been going down on me for the last half-hour, he had been hard for almost all of the time, and he had rubbed his dick against the couch.
He hadn't really come, but some clear semen leaked out, and it made a wet shiny smear on the head of his dick.
"Well, baby, it's not really a big accident, but well get it cleaned up. I'll just scoop it right up on my fingers.
"Now, open your mouth so I can put my fingers in. Now, suck them clean."
When he finished sucking my fingers clean of his come, I wiped his spit off on his ass.
Then I got down on the couch.
It was one of those couches which folds out into a bed and it was folded out now. There was plenty of room. I stretched out, propping up my head and back with pillows.
"Come to Momma, baby. Get on the bed between my legs and stretch out on me. Lift your hips up, so Momma can reach under you.
"Let me get ahold of that little stiff dick of yours ... heaven knows that it's not much, but it will have to do, cause Momma needs loving.
"It sure feels hot and hard, though. Baby had better not come too soon. I got my strap right here, right by my hand.
"Hold still so I can put it in, I'll press the head against my pussy ... There! It's in now, and it better not fall out!
"Okay, honey, let me get my hand out from under you. Now you push in. I don't guess that I have to tell you the rest, even a baby should be able to figure out what Momma wants and you had better do it good!"
He was on top but I was the boss. I reached down and grabbed his ass, one hand clutching each cheek, digging my fingers into it.
He plunged his dick in me. It was average sized, but nice and hot and hard.
I moved under him. like I said, it was me who was the boss. I rocked my hips and ground my steamy pussy against his dick.
I held on tight to his ass. His head was up by mine, his face was buried in my shoulder, his eyes were squeezed tight and shut.
He rocked back and forth. My big brown legs were spread wide, and his skinny white legs were pressed together on the mattress between them.
He moaned and gasped. I squeezed and slapped his as to move him the way I wanted.
I knew when he was going to come. I put my fingers in the crack of his ass and felt up his ass-hole while he kept pumping.
Having his ass handled really got him hot. He fucked like a sex machine. He had gone just absolutely wild with lust, which is where I wanted him to be.
He got all hot and sweaty, so his skin was slippery and slid against mine. Our bellies slapped when he thrust his dick.
I ground my hips into him. I took my hand out of his crack. He moaned with disappointment. I put my middle finger in my mouth and sucked it.
I got my finger all wet with spit. I put my hand back down on his ass and pressed the tip of the finger against the little button of his hole.
I pressed the tip of the finger inside him, where it was hot and tight and sticky.
He cried and his dick twitched inside my pussy. I crammed my finger up into his ass, so that it was just about all the way inside him. He came.
He shook all over. I held him tight. I pushed his head down against my tits and he buried it there and sobbed from his orgasm.
His dick pumped out masses of come into me. Felt like it would never quit. The come was thick and milky and filled my pussy, soaking into it.
His face was all red and scrunched up. I cupped my tit and slid the stiff nipple across his face, rubbing it against him.
I stuffed the stiff nipple in his mouth and he greedily sucked it. I rubbed his head and shoulders and soothed him.
After a while he returned to reality. He shivered, caught his breath. My nipple flopped out of his mouth as he raised his red face to me.
"That was so good-" he began.
But he didn't get to finish. I said, "Who told you that you could speak, you bad boy?! Nobody! I ain't done with you yet!
"First of all, you can get off me. Pull right out of me and get that nasty dick of yours out of my beautiful pussy!
"Look what you did! Look what you did, you bad baby! You pumped all your come inside me and made a big damn mess! Did I tell you, you could come? No!
"I let you put your thing in me, but I didn't say you were allowed to come. Well, baby, you're going to clean up your own mess!
"I'll get up, and you get down, on your back, right where I was! Now I'm gonna climb up on this couch and squat on your face so you can clean me out!
"And you better lick up every last drop of your come! When you're done with that, you're gonna get acquainted with the business end of my dildo!"
I squatted my come-soaked pussy on his face and sat on his mouth.
CONCLUSION
Mistress Althea exemplifies the professional dominatrix. Our next case history examines the life of a dominant pair of dominant women, actually who lead their lives of mastery for the pleasure of it all.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Catherine E. AGE: Fifty-two
INTERVIEW ONE
Catherine E. is a maturely attractive woman who works and lives in the city. She is a professional career woman, an executive for a powerful corporation.
Catherine was divorced at an early age, and raised her only child, her daughter Dorinda, by herself, while holding down a job at the same time.
Like her mother, Dorinda is a firm believer in the principle of female supremacy.
Catherine is 5'7", weighs 135 pounds. Her brunette hair, shot through with gray streaks, is worn straight, simply-styled, and to the shoulders.
Catherine has a wide face with strong features, the beginnings of matronly plumpness showing in her double chin.
She has a wide, expansive bosom, wide hips, strong thighs. Dorinda is very much a younger version of her mother, but wears her hair cut very short and close to the scalp, a flattering style for one of her fine-boned facial features.
Mother and daughter have worked out an unusual arrangement where men are concerned, as the following episode will demonstrate:
Dorinda and I sat in the living room of my apartment, sipping brandy. It was Friday night, the weekend had finally arrived.
"You look a bit tired, Mother," Dorinda said.
"It was an exhausting week of work at the office, dear."
"I hope you're not too tired to take advantage of my little gift, Mother."
"Dorinda, dear, I looked under the apron of your 'little gift', and from what I saw, there's nothing too little about him."
And then there he was. Wilson came out of the kitchen and into the living room.
"Well, well, speak of the slave, there he is," Dorinda said. "Did you finish putting away all the dishes in the cupboard, dear?"
"Yes, Mistress Dorinda," Wilson said.
"Good! Come over here by me and Mother, then, we want to look at you."
Wilson came over to us. He was my daughter's newest slave recruit.
Dorinda is almost thirty, and her newest young man looked to be in his mid-twenties. I was old enough to be his mother.
But the things that I would do to and with him were things that his mother had never done, I'm sure. This would be his first time with me.
He was very cute. He was - is - a few inches under six feet tall. He has short fair hair, a clean-shaven face, warm chestnut brown eyes.
He is slim and slender, his body lightly-haired, except for under his arms and his pubic patch of course. And it was easy for me to look him over.
He was nude, except for a kitchen apron we had put on him for the evening meal. The meal was prepared, and he served it to us, and ate it himself.
Then, after coffee and dessert, Dorinda and I retired to the living room while Wilson did the dishes just the way it should be.
Now the dishes were done and put away, and we would move to other things.
The apron belonged to me, but I rarely wear it, since I rarely do the kitchen chores. Affairs domestic bore me.
I almost never cook, clean, housekeep, or do laundry, or do any of the myriad drudge tasks required to keep up a house.
Those chores are done for me-by the male slaves and submissives who serve me, and who are happy to be permitted to do such chores.
The apron had a pink-and-white checked pattern and a lacy ruffled hem on it. It bulged from Wilson's genitals under it.
Of course, the apron only covered him in front. In the rear, he was quite nude, with his delicious cupcake buttocks on display.
I love the male physique, when properly displayed by a properly submissive male, and I prefer to keep my men as undressed as possible.
Which is very possible indeed, in the privacy of my high-rise apartment, which is where the three of us were.
Wilson was very shy. He had belonged to my daughter Dorinda for some weeks now, and she had molded him into her our kind of submissive.
But this was the first time that an outsider, a third party, had seen their little games of dominance on her part and submission on his.
"You look very cute in that apron, Wilson,"
I said.
"Thank you, ma'am." His voice was shy, soft. His head was bowed and he looked down at his feet. Rosy color showed in his cheeks.
"Come over by me, so I can have a better look at you," I said.
"Yes, ma'am." He came to me, his penis and testicles bobbing under the apron.
I sat forward in my armchair and looked him over. "You have a very nice physique, young man. I like a trim, smooth male who keeps himself in condition."
"Actually, Mother, I'm the one who keeps him in condition," Dorinda laughed. "The way I work him, he doesn't have a chance of getting fat!"
I touched Wilson. He had a flat tummy and a boyish rear-two prime erotic attractions for a lady of my particular appetites.
I said, "Let's see what you're hiding under that apron, young man."
I took hold of the lacy ruffled hem of the apron and lifted it up.
Wilson had an attractive set of genitalia. His circumcised penis, long and thick and delightfully formed, twitched and throbbed when exposed.
His pubic patch was dark brown, glossy, full. His balls were heavy and dangling.
"Spread your legs, child," I said. I reached between them and cupped his penis and balls, holding them in the palm of my hand.
"Very nice, Wilson. I can make fine use of these, yes, indeed. Now turn around like a good little boy, so I can examine your bottom."
He turned and presented his backside to me. The buttocks were white and pale, almost the color of milk, rather than pink.
The buttocks were swelling yet firm, dimpled, with a deep plunging crack.
I handled them. I touched the flesh, feeling its springy resilience. It was smooth, warm, and soft, with almost no hairs upon it.
"Now, I'll look inside. Spread your legs a little wider, Wilson, and bend forward from the waist touch your fingers to the floor, if you can.
"Now, I'll just take hold of these fine buttocks how soft they are! and pull them open so I can see what you're hiding inside.
"Um, what an utterly adorable rosebud! Darling! Tell me, Dorinda, have you used your dildo on this hot, tight little hole?"
Dorinda said, "Of course I have, Mother. Who could resist?"
"It's so tight that it seems practically virgin. I can barely slip the tip of my finger inside his rosebud ah, there it goes!
"When you turn Wilson on his tummy and take him from behind, does he like it?
Dorinda said, "You'll have to ask him that question, Mother."
"Well, Wilson, do you like it when your mistress takes you from behind?"
"I I yes, Mistress Catherine, I do like it!"
"That's a good boy."
"Mother," Dorinda said, "if you look in front of him, you'll see that he's getting all turned on from your putting your finger up his ass!"
"Indeed!" I said, delighted. "Is that true, Wilson? We shall see. I'll keep my finger inside you, yes, maybe deeper than it was before.
"Now I'll stand you up with my finger still inserted in your little ass and I'll reach around to the front of you....
"Oh, my, yes! He is turned on! I'd say that you've got a live one here, Dorinda, for him to get so hard, so fast!"
She said, "And he stays hard, Mother. I've seen to that. Any time that it goes soft before I've done with it, why, I take my strap to his ass and whip it!"
"And that gets him hard again, dear?"
"Does it ever! So, just remember to use the strap when you need it, Mother, and you'll get a lot of use out of my little slave."
"I'm looking forward to it," I said. I took hold of Wilson's erect penis. It was a staff of rigid flesh, red and thick.
I said, "And you, little boy, are you happy to serve Mistress Catherine?"
"Yes, Mistress, very much so. I'll do my best not to disappoint you," he said.
Dorinda said, "You'd better not disappoint my mother, slave, if you know what's good for you! Believe me, she hits a lot harder than I do!"
"Oh, I don't think there'll be any need for me to get too strict," I said, adding, "but you can never tell when you'll have to use the strap on a naughty boy."
"You should, Mother-that pale white ass of his turns so red and so hot!"
I fingered and fondled Wilson. Erotic, indeed, to be sitting there with my grown daughter, the two females dressed in ordinary attractive outfits, while a handsome naked slave dressed only in an apron and that apron lifted to his waist to bare all his charms submitted happily to being fondled by a female twice his age.
I said, "Now, I'll lower this apron hmmm, that stiff penis of his pushed out the front of the apron so much, that he might as well take it off."
"I'll do it, Mother." Dorinda unknotted the bow at the back of his apron drawstrings. She stripped the apron off his lean hips.
She said, "Take this apron and hang it up on the hook on the inside of the door of the pantry in the kitchen, Wilson."
"Yes, Mistress Dorinda."
"And don't touch or play with yourself, either!"
"No, Mistress, of course I won't."
"Of course-hah! Now on your way, little boy, hurry and don't dawdle. Go."
Wilson hurried into the kitchen. I leaned forward, craning my neck so I could enjoy the sight of his bare buttocks jiggling as he moved.
His stiff penis twitched, jerked, and jiggled as he moved rapidly.
"I think that I'm going to really enjoy this one, Dorinda," I said.
"Oh, I'm sure you will, Mother. He's very sweet and eager to please. And he's well trained, and will do anything you want in bed."
"I can't wait to try him out!" I rubbed my hands together.
Wilson returned and stood waiting humbly with his head bowed, waiting for the next command. He was motionless, except for his twitching erection.
Dorinda consulted her watch. "Well, Mother, it's been lovely, but I really have to get going. I have to keep a date tonight."
"Someone new, Dorinda?"
"Yes, a client of the firm for which I work. He's very rich and very kinky, I think. I intend to find out just how kinky he is tonight."
"Do you know that, or just suspect it?"
"Last week, when I wore a pair of my black leather boots to work-and far from the kinkiest pair, either he just about climbed the walls.
"He got a big hard-on, which I could see sticking up in his pants, anyone could. He kept staring at my boots. He seems promising."
I said, "Maybe he's a foot fetishist, dear."
"Maybe he'll get the chance to kiss and lick my boots, if I find him sufficiently amusing. At any rate, it should be an interesting night."
"Will you be back to pick up your slave tonight, Dorinda?"
"No, Mother, I think not ... you keep him for the whole night. If he works out, you can keep him for the entire weekend!"
Dorinda stood up. "Well, Mother, I guess that I should be going. I just want to give my slave some last minute instructions.
"Come over to your mistress, Wilson come crawling, I mean. That's a good boy."
Wilson got on his hands and knees and crawled across the living room floor, his stiff red penis jutting out from his hips.
He reached Dorinda and stood on his knees at her feet. She rested her hands on his bare shoulders and squeezed them.
"This is going to be a big night for you, Wilson," she began. "This is the first time that you've ever served a woman besides me!
"But it won't be totally new to you, since I'm keeping it in the family. It's my mother that you'll serve, and you had better do it right!
"Don't be fooled by Mother's soft-spoken good manners, Wilson. She's no pushover. In fact, she can be more of a bitch than me, when she gets mad!"
"Why, thank you, dear," I said, pleased by the compliment.
Dorinda went on: "It really won't be anything new for you, Wilson. All you have to do is obey Mother the way you would me."
"I will, Mistress Dorinda."
"That's my good little slave." She patted his head and playfully ruffled his hair. "I want you to get used to serving other women, because I have other dominant friends that I swap slaves with, and I intend for you to take part in that!"
"Before I go, slave, kiss your mistress goodbye and show her how much you love her. Yes, you may kiss my feet, both of them."
She spread her legs. She wore the same outfit she had worn to work, a blouse, skirt, pantyhose, low-heeled tan loafers.
Wilson lowered his head to her foot and lovingly kissed the top of her shoe as if it was some fetishistic piece of footwear.
He kissed both shoes. Undoubtedly he would have liked to kiss and lick them, too, but Dorinda was in a hurry to make her date.
In more ways than one, since, knowing Dorinda, she would make her date kneel to serve her like Wilson did, before this night was out. .
I said, "You're only having him kiss your feet, Dorinda? I'm surprised! I'd have thought you'd let a good little slave boy like this kiss your ass!"
She laughed. "I'm saving him for you, Mother. You make him kiss your ass!"
"I will providing he pleases me enough to earn the pleasure!"
"Well, Mother, I really must be going."
"I'll see you to the door, dear." I stood. "Wilson, you kneel and press your forehead to the floor and stay there until I tell you otherwise."
"Yes, Mistress Catherine."
Dorinda and I crossed the living room to the front hall, where she took her coat from the closet and put it on.
"Thanks for the dinner, Mother, it was delicious!
"Personally, I thought the best part of the meal is the marvelous service."
"Wilson is very good, Mother. I wouldn't have brought him to you otherwise. He's a bit timid, since this is his first time being loaned out."
"I won't be too severe with the dear boy."
"But don't be too easy with him, either. He needs a strong woman."
"Well, I'm all of that!"
"Don't I know it," Dorinda said. "And now, Mother, since I've brought you one of my slaves, you'll have to return the favor, and loan me one of yours!"
"I'll be glad to what we really should do is get together with a few of our slaves and have a party."
"That's a wonderful idea, Mother! We can make them fuck and suck each other!"
"Before we make them serve our pleasure, yes."
She kissed me on the cheek. "Well, I really must be going, Mother. Pity, since I'd like to stay and see you put Wilson through his paces."
"You will when you return to pick him up, we'll have an intimate little session, just the three of us."
"Sounds great!" Dorinda opened the door and stepped into the hall.
She stuck her head back into my apartment. Conspiratorially lowering her voice, she asked, "By the way, Mother how are you making out with the little boy who lives down the hall with his parents?"
Dorinda referred to a youngster, shy and sweet and in his middle teens, whom I had had my eye on for some time, and whom I had been cultivating under the guise of being a good neighbor when really, I was warming up a friendship so I could seduce him (all unknown to his parents, of course, who thought of me as "that nice lady who lives down the hall").
I said, "I'm making real progress, Dorinda. He's on my hook now, for sure, and any day now, I'm going to reel him in and net him."
"Mother, do you think he's a virgin?"
"One never knows these days, but my guess is, yes, almost certainly!"
Dorinda's eyes flashed, going all hot and smoky and smoldering. "A virgin boy! Ummmm, what a tasty treat that will be!"
"By the time I share him with you, dear daughter, that sweet little boy will be anything but a virgin!"
"Meanie! But now I really must be going, Mother!" She went down the hall to the elevator, turned, and blew me a kiss.
"Have tun!" she called to me. "I will!" I promised.
The elevator opened and she got inside and rode down. I closed the door of my apartment, locked, chained, and bolted it.
Now I was sealed up inside with my sweet naked slave.
I commanded Wilson to crawl into my bedroom.
INTERVIEW TWO
Wilson wore my panties while I hand spanked him. I wore panties, too, since it would have been improper for the slave to be covered while the mistress was naked.
My panties were prettier than the pair worn across his hips. His were old ones that I no longer wore, but kept for the use of slaves.
We were in the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor. Wilson stood in profile between my legs.
It was dim in the room. Only the lamp on the night table was lit, shedding its warm, golden glow, softening the room with thick shadow.
The bedroom door was closed, outlined in the doorframe by the light in the hall which shone through the crack of door meeting doorframe.
I wore a Merry Widow style corset with attached garters, stockings, high heels, and a pair of red satin panties, the only color besides black worn by me.
Wilson wore my slave collar (my collar for my slaves, that is), which is a black leather collar locked closed with a tiny steel padlock.
A thin mesh gold chain circled my neck, and dangling from the end of the chain, in the valley between my breasts, was the key for the collar and the cuffs.
The handcuffs manacled his hands behind his back. I prefer to use cuffs since they can be easily opened and unlocked, rather than rope bondage, which consumes a good deal of time in the binding and the unknotting.
The cuffs were the only restraints he wore, and they were more for psychological symbolism. This slave needed no restraints to make him obey.
His submissive nature made him obey, while his lust for a mature dominant mistress was the fuel which powered him.
I sat on the bed, with my knees wide apart, spreading my thighs so he could stand between them. I stood him in profile, so his ass and groin would both be open to me. I pulled the panties down in the back, leaving them up in front, where they were draped over his bulging erection.
His stiff penis stretched the seams of the panty crotch, so that they seemed in danger of splitting from the relentless pressure.
The wide head of his member was fully outlined against the taut black lace panties.
The breast cups of my black corset were made of reinforced lace which cupped and lifted my large, abundant bosom.
My bust size is a 42-DD, making my pink breasts melons of flesh. They were pushed together and plumped up by the corset cups.
The cups were low-cut and barely contained the jiggling breasts. The tops of my aureoles, those circles of pink flesh ringing the nipples, were on display, along with soft pink mounds of rippling bosom flesh.
Wilson looked down at my jiggling bosom, which was sent into even more agitation by my movements as I spanked him.
"You have a very spankable ass," I told him.
"Thank you, Mistress Catherine!" His face was all red and flushed with heat.
"I could do this all night," I said, "and maybe I will. You like being spanked, I can tell that-in fact, you love it!"
"I love being spanked by you, Mistress!"
"I know you do ... I see that big hard thing sticking out in the front of your panties. My panties, actually. You really are shameless!
"You should see your ass, Wilson. It's getting all red and hot. Look over your shoulder stop staring at my breasts.
"It's very naughty of you to ogle the bosom of your mistress so openly. What would Dorinda say if I told her that you were doing that?"
He said, "Please, Mistress, don't tell!"
"I know Dorinda-she'd take her strap to your bottom and whip it raw!"
"I really didn't mean to stare, Mistress. I'm so sorry! It's just that I couldn't help myself-you're so beautiful!"
"And big, too," I said, "I have a big bosom. Bigger even than Dorinda's. But that doesn't give you permission to stare at it.
"But I won't tell Dorinda. Actually, even though it's a breach of good slave manners, I can't blame you for staring at my loveliness.
"I suppose I'll let you make amends in, ah, other ways, Wilson."
I reached for his penis and clutched it through the panties.
"Oh, Mistress!"
"That doesn't hurt," I said, pulling and massaging him through the panties.
"It's not that it hurts," he said, "it's that it, it, it feels so good so intense! I'm afraid that it might be too much for me!"
"Meaning that you might come, eh?"
"Yes, Mistress ... " he mumbled.
"Well, you better not," I said. "A slave should have some control over himself. You better see to it that you don't come.
"Maybe more of a spanking will take your mind off your penis," I said.
All the time, I had been feeling his genitals through the panties with my left hand, and smacking his ass lightly with my right.
Now I swatted him much harder, with stinging slaps of my palm across his firm buttocks. The sound of flesh striking flesh was very loud.
I was also determined to make him come. Even, especially, since I had ordered him not to. I rubbed his swollen testicles through the panties.
"This is what you need, Wilson, and I've got plenty of it!"
I spanked him hard. My palm was numb and his buttocks had big red blotches of heat in the centers of the milky buttocks.
"Mistress, please, I'm going to come, please, I can't hold back-"
"Too bad for you, slave! Then you'll just have to pay the price!"
"But what you're doing to me, I can't fight back, I can't delay any more!"
"Then don't! And see what you get!" I pumped his penis through the panties, rubbing my thumb against the underside of his member just under the head.
"God! Oh, Mistress, oooooooh I am coming!"
I made sure that the panties covered his penis when he orgasmed. I clutched his rod with the silky panty crotch covering the head.
As he orgasmed I swatted his ass as hard as I could. His face was red and moaning and he shivered and shuddered as he came.
He came in the panties. Wetness oozed against my fingers from the panties, as some of his semen leaked out, but most of it stayed in.
He gave a final shudder and stopped coming. I stopped swatting his ass. My palm was red and stinging, so you can imagine how his ass felt!
I changed, made my voice motherly. "That's all right, Wilson. You don't have to hold it back, sweetie. You just relax and calm yourself.
"Catch your breath, honey. I'm not going to spank you now. I know that these things happened. You should see your face, baby! It's so red!
"Are you ashamed about what happened? You are? Well, you should be. It was very naughty of you to come in your panties like that.
"And you did. I don't want to get come on my hands, so I'll be very careful when I take down the panties in front ... there we go! Oh, my!
"You really came heavily, Wilson-but of course, you know that. You got it all over your penis and balls and all over the panties.
"Luckily, the panties caught most of the come, in the crotch ... it's all puddled up. It seems like a shame to let it go to waste....
"I know what I'll do! . . .I'll pull these panties down, off you. Have to take them down slowly, working them down a little bit at a time, to keep from spilling semen.
"Now that I've got them off your hips, the rest should be easy ... move your knees a little wider apart, so I can get the panties past them.
"Now, step out of them careful how you get your feet out of the leg openings, don't snag on them and spill the come!
"One, two feet-and the deed is done! And I don't have to worry about you playing with yourself ... not with those handcuffs on.
"Well! Whatever shall I do with these soiled panties? You looked so very pretty in them, Wilson, that I hate to take them off of you.
"Perhaps you can wear them still but not between your legs, where you would only soil them again, and where that big hard thing of yours would stretch them out of shape.
"No, I know a better place for you to wear them on your head!
"Just stand still, dear, this will only take me a second, for me to pull the panties over your head and down on your face.
"There they go, with the crotch right on your face! I'll just rub it against your face and smear that semen in there nice and properly.
"Oooh, now you really are a mess, honey! With all that come smeared on your face and on your crotch as well! And I guess you can't see very well, either, with that panty crotch covering your face.
"Here, I'll move it over to the side a bit, so that you can see through the leg opening so you can see your beautiful mistress!
"And I am beautiful ... I'll stand in front of you so you can see better. Look but don't touch ... but then, I forgot! How can you touch me, with your hands cuffed behind your back? Oh, I'm just teasing you, darling.
"Look at my breasts, how plump and juicy they are! You'll see them better when I get them free from the breast cups.
"I'll just reach into the cups which fit me very tightly!-and pull my nipples loose and free! Ah, that feels much better!
"My nipples are all hard and tingling! They're throbbing! See how stiff and fat they are? I know you'd like to kiss and suck them.
"But you can't, not now at any rate, not with that come dripping down your face, which is where I'd say it belongs.
"But if you think that my breasts are beautiful, wait until you've seen my womanhood! I'll have to take my panties down first....
"I see your mouth is watering now that you've seen my pussy, with its thick black bush, and those fat pussy lips....
"As long as your mouth is watering, I believe that I'll make use of it. Let me step out of these panties.
"Here, I'll turn around so that you can behold my ass-behold, not hold, at least not for now. My buttocks are big and plump and need lots of kissing and licking!
"And not just the buttocks, either. Inside them, I've got something else that needs lots of oral loving, which you might be lucky enough to be allowed to serve me with.
"And now, I'll just stretch out on my back in bed and make myseif comfortable. Before you join me, I have a little task for you.
"I want you to pick up my panties where I left them on the floor. I know tha" might be a bit difficult for you, especially since your hand:; are cuffed behind your back.
"You'll just have to pick them up with your mouth, that's all.
"You'll have to be careful that you don't lose your balance and take a nasty fall, my dear. I've noticed that slaves have trouble kneeling when their hands are tied behind your back. So kneel slowly and carefully.
"All you have to do is bow your head and pick up the panties with your teeth. Careful that the panties on your head don't fall over your mouth!
"There you go! Bravo! You must admit that picking up my panties with your mouth is better by far than using your hands for the job.
"When you use your mouth, you can see and smell the panties, which of course is so much nicer ... now get up, on your feet, and bring the panties to me.
"Hurry, I don't want to wait much longer. I'll take the panties and put them aside. I won't be needing to put them on for a while, I shouldn't think.
"Now get on the bed, right here, where my legs are spread. I'm sure that you know the position. This is one of Dorinda's favorite passions.
"I taught her how to appreciate it, you know. I instructed her in all the arts of dominance, and raised her to believe in female supremacy.
"I know that you believe in it, too, Wilson. Otherwise, you would hardly be kneeling between my legs on my bed, would you.
"Dorinda's very good at dominance ... but as I said, she learned it all from me. We're two of a kind. And now, let's see what you've learned.
"Lean forward and put your head between my legs. Ah! Get your face down there on my crotch, on my pussy. I'll move the panties aside, so your mouth is free and clear. For now, you'll need your mouth only!
"My, my, you are an eager little devil! You can't get enough of kissing my sweet hot juicy pussy, can you?
"Slower, dear, slower. It's a long night a long weekend-and we have plenty of time. Start by just kissing my pussy.
"Pucker up your lips and rub them against my pussy by moving your head up and down. Massage my pussy lips with your lips....
"Now, kiss my pussy with the inside of your mouth. Now, your tongue. Lick it up and down. Lick outside the lips first.
"Move in toward the slit. Just lick it, don't slobber all over it! Just lick . ... Breathe deeply and inhale my fragrance, slave boy....
"Now put your tongue inside me. Put your nose to the grindstone-well, not the grindstone, no. You know what to put your nose to.
"That's good. Lick me inside. I'll spread my pussy lips and I want you to put your tongue deep inside me ... that's good. Keep doing that.
"Ummmmm, I just want to enjoy that for a while. That's nice....
"Whew! Okay, take your tongue out of my slit and put it to my clitoris. It's a big one, eh? Lick around it first before you lick it.
"Now, while you're licking my clit-and doing it very nicely, I might add I'll just lift my feet off the bed and wrap my legs around your head....
"Feel the power in my thighs? They're really pressing your face into my pussy! Keep that tongue working now, don't you dare stop!
"I'll cross my high heeled feet on your back ... Feel the high heels digging into your back? I know that you love it, slave....
I climaxed. When I came, I squeezed my stockinged thighs against his head and pressed his face hard against my pussy.
For an instant, he was smothered in steamy, convulsing pussy membranes. Then the orgasm peaked and threw me down on the bed, limp and lazy.
When I had rested, and recovered my lust, I got off the bed and stood at the bedside with my legs spread and my back turned to Wilson.
"Okay, slave, you've had enough time to rest! Now turn around on the bed and crawl to me on your knees-CRAWL!"
"Stop! Now your face is right up by my big beautiful ass, and can you guess what I want you to do next? Uh-huh ... that's right.
"You tongued me in front, now you'll do the same for my backside, lucky you!"
I took hold of his hair and twisted it. I took my soiled panties off his head they had worked off and were ready to fall off his head anyway I tossed them aside.
"Those panties will only get in the way of what I want now!"
I pulled his head against my ass, where it pressed the smooth cheeks and was buried in them. He moaned from happiness as he nuzzled my ass.
I shook my hips from side to side, rubbing my buttocks against his face.
"You can start by kissing my ass, all over, left cheek and right! And when you're done kissing them, start licking! Use the flat of your tongue.
"Lick it all over, up and down ... I want my bottom polished by that tongue of yours, so lick it good and proper....
"Now that you've tongued my buttocks-likel told you to do, your job back here is only half-done! You've licked the outside, but not the inside!
"Get your face off my ass so I can open up my buttocks to you! I'll just take hold of these cheeks, one in each hand, and pull them apart!
"Get your face down in between those cheeks, slave boy! I mean deep! And you can start kissing my little brown ass-hole!
"Kiss it-kiss it all over-and keep on kissing it! And now that you've kissed it, you can lick it! Lick the outside first!
"Now lick the inside! Push your tongue right straight up into my tight ass! Thrust it like you're fucking me with it!
"Not that you will ever, ever, ever in a million years, be privileged to put your penis in my ass, not ever, slave boy!
"Which doesn't mean that I might not fuck your ass, slave! In fact, I'm sure I will!
"You just keep working your tongue until I say otherwise!"
While Wilson tongued my ass-hole, I spread my stockinged legs, put my hand between them, and fingered my pussy while my ass was eaten.
I was already steamed up from the fine first bout of oral sex which had pleasured my pussy to the climax, so it was ready to go once more.
My pussy lips were hot and quivering, and inside them I was as humid as a swamp. Juices smeared and spilled on my fingers as I fondled myself.
I put my fingertips to my clitoris, massaging it while the tongue worked in my ass. I masturbated to a deliciously intense climax.
When I finished coming, I had to lay down and rest. I flopped on my back on the bed and left Wilson kneeling on the floor.
Some time later, I rose, yawned, stretched. Wilson was still were I had left him, kneeling on folded legs, buttocks resting on his ankles.
I ordered him to stand up and turn his back to me. I took the chain off and used the key to unlock the handcuffs.
His slave collar could stay on-it would not be in the way, and would be the constant physical reminder of my dominance over him.
I got my switch and brought it to the bed. It's made of plastic, is white, measures close to three feet from tip to bottom, and is flexible, thin, whippy.
Wilson's penis was thick and semi-erect. It would have been impossible for him to maintain a solid erection during the length oral session I had demanded.
He shivered as I caressed him with the switch, running it down flat along his shoulders, back, and especially rubbing his buttocks with it.
"Cold, little slave? I'll warm you up, starting with your little bottom, perhaps."
I reached around to his front. Holding the switch out horizontally, I lifted his penis with it and rubbed his testicles.
I let the penis flop down. It twitched and jumped on his thigh. I rubbed the switch up and down the taut tops of his thighs.
His balls got tight and swollen. His penis thickened and jumped. I moved the switch to his rear and gave him a few smart strokes.
He cried out in pain as I laid five fairly smart strokes on his bottom. The switch curled around the buttocks when it fell on them.
It left long thin red lines where it had fallen. I marked him, but didn't break the skin, since I was warming him up rather than punishing him.
The treatment was more than effective, for after the fifth stroke fell on his bottom, his penis stood up stiffly in a state of impressive erection.
I flicked the thin whippy tip of the switch against his solid red shaft. His penis was like a bar of iron jutting from his hips.
"And now, Wilson, I think that you are ready for more fun and games. So, I'll just get into bed first, and lie down on my back.
"Come to me yes, that's right, as you can see, I brought my switch to bed with me-with us. You'll find out why....
"Get into bed and get on top of me. That's a good slave. Now that I've wiped off your face, you can kiss my breasts.
"My, you are greedy, aren't you? Don't suck my nipple so hard! Ah, that's better ... yes, much better, much more sweet and loving.
"Sweet and loving, that's how I like my slaves. You raise yourself up, so I can reach under you and take hold of you.
"Now that I've got a hold of your penis, I'll just take it right on in me...."
I guided the head of the penis to my slit and pressed it in. Pussy lips parted and the knobbed penis head filled me.
I put it in deeply enough so it would not be dislodged, but it was still not in all the way. I took hold of my switch and raised it.
"Now, Wilson, I'll show you why I took my switch to bed-THERE!"
I slashed him rather severely across the buttocks. Crying out, he instinctively jerked his hips forward to avoid the pain.
Which caused his stiff penis to thrust forward, burying itself deep in my pussy with one stroke, filling me with its heated, impressive thickness.
I controlled the movements of the slave on top of me, by judiciously applying the switch on his buttocks. Each time I whipped him, he would thrust his hips forward, and frantically work his penis inside me. With the lash of the switch, I could slow him down, speed him up, make him move this way and that; best of all, when he came, he would do so under the pain of the switch, thus associating pain and pleasure in his slave's mentality and putting him even more totally under female heels.
CONCLUSION
This concludes the episode and Catherine's stint as narrator-but most certainly does not conclude the account of the dominant mother and daughter.
In the next case history, we shall hear from one of Dorinda's slaves, a submissive female who served alongside her slave husband at the pleasure of masterful Dorinda.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Joanie D. AGE: Twenty-five
INTERVIEW ONE
Joanie is a tall, slim, very attractive young housewife. She is married to Lewis, a handsome executive some seven years her senior.
It is her first marriage, and the second marriage for Lewis, who divorced his first wife for failing to share or sympathize with his particular sexual tastes.
Joanie does share his tastes unfortunately, she shares them too well.
Lewis makes a good living, over fifty thousand dollars annual salary. He owns a suburban house, two cars, a boat.
Lewis and Joanie have much leisure time, which they fill with sexual activities, with each other and with like-minded individuals.
Lewis is six feet tall, weighs 180 pounds. He has neat dark hair, a clean shaven face, gray eyes, sharp, handsome features.
Both Lewis and Joanie are fitness-conscious, and exercise regularly to keep in top condition. Lewis is broad-shouldered and flat-bellied.
Joanie is tall, 5'9" in her stocking feet. She is slim, with long fleecy pale blonde hair framing a delicately featured face.
One of her most distinctive qualities is her wide, soft blue eyes, innocent eyes which seem to look about with perpetual astonishment.
She has blonde bangs falling down into her eyes. Her hair is thin and fine, and so pale blonde that it is almost white.
Her skin is very richly tanned, except for the outline of a bikini bathing suit which she wore under the summer sun's tanning rays.
Joanie is high-bosomed and long-legged. She has small, firm breasts, a long torso, narrow waist, lean hips, and a surprisingly rounded bottom. Her long legs are one of her best features.
My husband Lewis watched Dorinda make love to me.
It was not the first time he had watched me in bed with a woman. I am bi, which he knew about long before we were married.
Maybe it was one of the reasons that we got married. Lewis is into sex, and I am, too-it's the main thing in our lives.
Everything else has to center around sex. I like men more than women sexually, I mean. I'm very submissive, and I just get turned on when I'm under the power of a strong man.
When a man dominates me, there's no question who's the boss it's him. I don't respect women as much as men, so that might be why I prefer to be dominated by a male master. And I like men better as lovers.
I look skinny and frail, but sometimes, I like it rough. I ache to be overpowered and stripped and subdued and raped.
By men I want, I mean-I don't want to get grabbed off the street by a pack of wild rapists and dragged down into a basement so they could fuck me in every hole until I couldn't stand it any more....
No, I wouldn't want that to happen ... although as a fantasy, it gets me hot and wet between the legs so I have to touch myself.
But when I do scenes, I like it to be safe, so I'm secure, when I'm acting out fantasies of being roped and raped and roughed up.
Dorinda-Mistress Dorinda was one woman I did and do respect, though. She's a real no-nonsense dommatrix, for sure.
My husband knows that. That was the one flaw in our bedroom life - I'm submissive and love to be overpowered and dominated.
And so does he.
Oh, most of the time he's dominant, with me, and with the ladies from some of the couples that we've done scenes and sessions with.
But there's a submissive streak inside him, and it always comes out sooner or later, and then he has to be slave instead of master.
That was a problem for us. I'm submissive almost all the time, so I couldn't convincingly dominate him it just wasn't in my nature.
We had to go outside our marriage to be properly dominated by Mistress Dorinda.
Lewis went to her first. He answered her ad in a magazine. He sent her a photo of him and a letter saying what he was into.
They did a scene and I guess that it was mutually satisfactory. He went to see her regularly, once a week, for his needs.
I was a little jealous, because I needed to be dominated, too. Finally he said that Dorinda was interested in meeting me and doing some scenes together.
He arranged for her to come over to our house on a Friday night. I made dinner. I put a lot of work into making a gourmet meal.
My husband works in the city, so on Friday he drove his car into work. When he got off work at five, he picked up Dorinda and drove her to our home.
She's very attractive. Her face is too strong and hard for her to be pretty, but it's really attractive and very intense. When she looked up at me with those hard dark eyes, it was like she was looking right through me. It made me shiver.
It wasn't long after dinner before the scene started. Now we were in the bedroom and things were really rolling.
Lewis sat in a chair at the foot of the bed. Mistress Dorinda had bound him there so he could see everything that she did to me.
Lewis was almost naked, except for his harness and bonds and his gag. Mistress Dorinda had brought along a suitcase filled with her bondage gear.
When she opened the suitcase up on its side on the bed, and pushed open the lid, I went all weak and dizzy from looking at all her equipment.
There were dildos, vibrators, cuffs, chains, hoods, paddles, straps, clamps, even items that I could not figure out the purpose of.
My legs were weak when I thought about her using some of those things on me.
She was dressed in a black dress and knee-high black leather boots. The dress had a halter top tied in a knot at the back of her breasts.
Her breasts were fitted into the cups of the halter, which had a plunging neckline and showed enough of her breasts to see that she was braless.
Her breasts were big much bigger than mine. I was happy. I'm small on top, and I love to be with really female females.
Dorinda had on some make-up, so that her brows were dark, and her eyes were shadowed, and her lips were painted with bright red wet lipstick.
It made her look witchy, bitchy, and very sexy and dominant.
She pulled out a pair of skin-tight black leather gloves, wrist-length, and put them on her hands before going to work.
First, she put me in bondage. She put my hands behind my back. She stood me at the foot of the bed, with my back to one of the posts.
Lewis and I share an old-fashioned, antique four-poster bed. The bedposts are great for bondage, and they've got rings and hooks bolted on each of them so we can attach ropes and chains and cuffs, or whatever we're using.
She had me with my back to the post. I still had my clothes on. I wore a pale silver-blue dress made of a shiny, satiny fabric.
The dress was low-cut and my small breasts were fitted into tight cups which lifted and accented them. My nipples were outlined.
My legs are my best feature, so I had the hem real short, a mini-dress which reached up to the middle of my thighs.
I wore a garter belt, panties, and stockings. They were all white. And white shoes, patent leather, with high spiked heels, completed my outfit.
Almost completed it. Actually, my outfit was really complete when Dorinda added her very special accessory-the handcuffs.
She pulled my hands behind my back and cuffed the wrists. The cuffs were cool and hard and glimmering, with a mirror-finish.
She locked me to the bedpost, so the post was between my back and hands.
After she had put me in bondage with my clothes on she worked on Lewis. She had just cuffed me to keep me under restraint and out of the way.
She stood with her hands on her hips, holding her leather strap. She ordered him to take off his clothes. She was tough, but cool, not crude.
Lewis hopped to it. I was so happy for him, since I knew that Dorinda could give him the domination which I was unable to do.
And she could give me the domination I needed, too....
He took off his clothes. He fumbled with them because his hands shook with eagerness. Dorinda said he was too slow.
She whipped him with the leather strap across the buttocks. He still had his pants and shorts on, so it didn't hurt so much.
It made him hurry. He took off all his clothes. He's big and strong, with wide shoulders and a hairy, muscular chest and a hard tummy.
Dorinda walked around him, sneering at him. She brushed her hip against his groin, rubbing his cock and balls.
His penis jumped and got thick. She held it while it stiffened. Then she squeezed it, pulling the root at the base.
She twisted it this way and that. Now it was hard as a rock. She slapped the head of it with the tip of her leather strap.
She said that she had seen a chair in the kitchen which would be good for her purposes, and ordered him to fetch it on the double!
The chair was a kitchen chair, armless, with a high straight back and a rounded seat and four straight legs.
She set the chair so that it faced the foot of the bed. Then she got out some restraints and put him in bondage.
She pulled his arms behind his back and cuffed his hands together. She didn't use handcuffs, she used black leather cuffs joined by a short chain.
Then she took out a harness, a complicated rig. She circled his waist with its belt and pulled it tight.
It had a butt plug attached to the inside of the crotchpiece, which was open. Dorinda had showed me the plug and described how she was going to use it on Lewis.
From her suitcase she took out a big blue jar of lubricant. "This is going to get a lot of use tonight, on both of you!" she laughed.
She turned Lewis so that his bottom faced me. She made him kneel down at the side of the chair and bend over it.
"Before I plug you up, I'll warm up that ass a bit!" Dorinda said.
She strapped Lewis. My eyes widened and I stared, because she really hit hard with a very heavy hand. She hit him harder than I could stand.
She made him moan and then cry, but he never asked her to stop. Each of her strokes fell on his bare bottom with a sound like a pistol shot.
They were hitting him, not me, but I flinched sympathetically with each hit. She whipped his buttocks until they were red and welted.
His ass cheeks twitched when she stopped hitting him. She held the leather strap in front of his face and made him kiss it.
He kissed it gratefully and stopped sobbing long enough to tell her how thankful he was that she had taken the trouble to discipline him.
She pulled up her skirt, to her waist. She wore a black garter belt, scanty black silk panties, dark nylons, high-heeled boots.
She was very broad and big-bodied, voluptuous, with wide womanly hips and strong thighs and a big rounded ass, luscious and shining.
She climbed on Lewis' back, straddling him so that she faced his scarlet strapped ass. She held the open jar of lubricant.
She sat there so I would see what she was doing. She grabbed the ass of Lewis, sinking her fingers in deep and spreading the cheeks.
She showed me his rosebud. She held the crotchpiece of the harness and dipped the butt plug in the lubricating jelly and swirled it around.
The short thick plug was coated with lubricant, saturated with it. She guided the plug between his buttocks and smeared the goo in his ass.
She still wore her skin-tight black leather gloves. She pressed the head of the plug against his ass and pushed it in.
Lewis jerked up his head and gasped with his face all red and wet from crying. He gasped like he was coming when the plug penetrated him.
Then it was in his ass. Dorinda got up off him. She hooked her hands under his cuffed arms and helped him rise to his feet.
She spread his legs and pulled the crotchpiece front through them. In the front of the crotch was a circular hole in the leather.
Dorinda pulled his stiff penis, then his swollen cock and balls, through the hole, so that his genitals jutted obscenely from the black leather. She locked the crotchpiece in place, securing him in the harness, with his ass plugged.
She tied him to the chair, gagged him and went to work on me.
INTERVIEW TWO
Dorinda felt me up and kissed me on the mouth while I was still handcuffed to the bedpost with my clothes on.
Lewis was tied to the chair. Dorinda had wrapped some strands of thick rope around his middle and tied him to the back of the chair.
She tied him real tight, and pulled the ropes taut so that they cut right into his flesh and really dug into it.
She tied his feet together, too. And before she was done, she gagged him, stuffing his mouth with a penis-shaped gag.
The gag was made of a black leather band, broad and thick, which had a small short dildo fastened to the inside of the gag.
It looked like the streamlined swollen head of a cock and three or four inches of wide, thick shaft. She teased Lewis with it.
She said that it was only appropriate that I was bi, since my husband was, too, even if he didn't know it yet.
But she promised that, before she was done training us, we would be a pair of totally submissive and docile bi-sexual slaves.
She said she would prove it. She held the penis gag to Lewis' face and told him to kiss it to kiss it passionately.
He closed his eyes and smooched it with his puckered lips. She said that he should pretend that he was kissing a real penis.
He must show her how he would suck the cock. He opened his mouth. She pushed the penis part of the gag into his mouth.
She worked it back and forth, thrusting it in and out like it was really fucking his mouth. She made him slurp and slobber all over it.
Spit ran down his chin. His mouth was really stretched at the corners from the thickness of the penis gag.
"Here, you can suck on it while I amuse myself with your wife!"
She stuffed the penis part of the gag deep in his mouth. She pulled the straps tight and buckled them closed at the back of his head.
She smacked the head of his stiff penis with her strap. He cried out, but the gag muffled most of the noise.
"And now for your better half," she said to him, as she came to me.
She faced me. I'm taller than she, and was then, even though she was in high-heeled boots, since I wore high heels.
She frowned and knelt at my side. She undid my shoes and pulled them off so I stood cuffed to the bedpost in my stocking feet.
Now, with her wearing high heeled boots, and me without shoes, we were just about equal in height.
"That's better," she said, "I hate having to look up at a slave! And you are my slave, even though you don't know it yet.
"I hope that you can suck cock better than your husband, Joanie, otherwise some of my dear male master friends are going to be very disappointed with you.
"But not to worry, child I won't bring out you and your husband until I'm fully satisfied with your slave training.
"I'm a very tough critic and master! so when you've pleased me, you can be sure that you'll please the most discriminating mistress!"
She took my head between her palms, pressing her hands against my cheeks.
"Your meal tasted very nice, Joanie. You're a very good cook!"
"Thank you, Mistress Dorinda, you're very kind," I said.
"What's that? Don't mumble, dear! Speak right up! Now, as I was about to say, I'm not much of a cook at all. I'm a terrible cook.
"Luckily, I almost never have to do any cooking for myself. If I wanted to, I could dine out day and night in the fanciest, most exclusive restaurants as the guest of my submissives and slaves.
"But of course, a big-boned lady like me can't eat such rich food every night. I have to watch my figure and keep it in shape.
"So, sometimes I have my slaves come to my apartment and cook for me. You cook very well, so perhaps you'll get the chance to serve me in that way.
"I've tasted your cooking, Joanie-now, I'll taste you! How do you taste? Your husband tells me that you taste delicious!
"He was talking about your pussy, Joanie. It's quite lovely, too-but let's not get ahead of ourselves. First, I'll kiss your mouth."
And she did. She fastened her lips on mine. Her lips tasted sweet from the lipstick. Her mouth was hot and himid and spicy.
She put her tongue in my mouth and rubbed my tongue and tasted my saliva. I closed my eyes while she kissed me again and again with that hot, devouring mouth.
As she kissed me she touched me. Her hands, covered with those kinky black leather gloves, rubbed me up and down.
She caressed my neck, then the line of my shoulders. She slipped the two thin straps of my dress down off my shoulders to the middle of my arms.
She pressed up against me and rubbed her crotch against mine. She put her palms on my small breasts and massaged them through the dress.
The nipples got stiff. They jutted against the fabric. With the shoulder straps down to the middle of my arms, she could pull the cups down.
She bared my breasts, pushing the bodice down past them. She stood close to me, smiling wickedly, one palm pressing each breast.
"You are a little slip of a girl, Joanie and I do mean little! What very small titties you have! They'll hardly make a mouthful for me!"
"I'm sorry, Mistress Dorinda, I-"
"Sorry? I'm not! I think that your titties are perfectly adorable. You've got a really cute build, Joanie, just like a little boy!
She handled my breasts, squeezing them. She rubbed the stiff nipples in her leather covered fingers. My face was hot and I was wet between the legs.
She reached to the back of her neck. She undid her halter knot and it came undone and she pulled her dress down in the front to her waist.
"Look at my breasts, Joanie, dear! See how big and beautiful they are!"
"They are beautiful, Mistress Dorinda!"
"And big why, standing next to me, with those little budding breasts you have, you look like a little girl or a little boy!"
Her smile was lewd. "Maybe I'll use you like a little boy, before this night is over, Joanie ... I've got all kinds of fun planned for you!"
Her breasts were like pillows of flesh, with fat nipples. She leaned into me, pressing her bosom against mine, overwhelming my petite breasts.
She swayed her upper body back and forth so her nipples grazed over my bosom, throbbing as they pressed against my breasts.
She stepped back to take off her dress. Her breasts jiggled and so did her buttocks as she swayed from side to side to tug down the dress.
She pulled it off and let it fall to her booted feet. She wore a black satin garter belt with lace trimmings and very tiny panties over her stockings.
"Let's see what you're hiding under that-dress, Joanie."
She pulled up my skirt in front, up to my waist. "Spread your legs." She put her hand between my legs and pressed my pussy.
She rubbed my pussy through my white silk panties. I closed my eyes and moaned and shivered while she rubbed me through the dress.
She pulled down the panties, rolling them to the tops of my thighs, above the tops of my white nylons, exposing my pussy.
She grabbed my crotch, not roughly, but pressing it with her black leather glove and rubbing the pussy lips until I moaned.
"I'll have to take off my gloves for a better feel." She pulled off the gloves and tossed them on the top of the counter nearby.
She touched me between the legs and rubbed my pussy. She pressed her finger against the pussy lips and then put it inside me.
I moaned. I was all hot and wet inside. She fingered me with her middle finger. It slid inside me, greased by my juices.
She pulled out her finger. My pussy lips were sticky with smeared juices. She held up the wet finger and looked at it.
"My, my, Joanie, you are a juicy little girl!"
She unlocked the handcuffs. I rubbed my wrists where the metal bracelets had cut into them and irritated them.
"No time for dawdling, Joanie. I want those clothes off of you. Lift up your arms so I can take off your pretty dress."
I lifted my arms over my head and she wrestled the dress off me. She studied me for a moment, frowning as she decided.
"The garter belt and stockings come off too," she said. "I want you stark naked like a good little slave girl.
"Besides, you're too young and skinny and small to be wearing naughty lingerie like that-you ought to be in short pants and a sailor suit.
"No, don't take off your undies I'll do that, dear."
She stood me so I faced Lewis. His penis was red and swollen, so dark it was almost purple. His balls were fat and swollen too.
He jiggled and squirmed on the seat, trying to rest comfortably so that his hot strapped ass would not seethe too painfully.
But Mistress Dorinda had strapped his ass all over, and there was hardly a place where it was not in red pain.
Mistress Dorinda leaned over, her big stiff-nippled breasts nuzzling my bare skin as she unclipped the tabs of my garter belt from the stocking tops.
She touched me a lot while she undressed me. She rubbed my crotch and caressed the smooth insides of my thighs.
She opened the garter belt and took it off. She rolled the stockings down my legs, careful not to put runs in her, which was considerate, because, being submissive as I am, I would have been too intimidated to complain.
She had me all stripped and stark naked.
"Show your mistress how you play with your pussy, Joanie."
She made me masturbate right in front of my husband, standing me so that I was only a few inches away from his chair.
She stood behind me. Her bare breasts pressed my back, all soft masses of smooth warm flesh, with fat throbbing nipples in their centers.
She held me from behind, hugging me. My arms were along my sides with my hands on my crotch, so I rubbed myself with them.
I spread my legs and fingered myself. I rubbed the pussy lips. I have a light brown bush, very soft and fluffy, and a pair of delicate pussy lips over a narrow slit.
I rubbed the pussy lips until they were rosy with heat. Then I pressed the tip of my middle finger against the slit.
Mistress Dorinda was so very close. Her silken hair caressed my bare shoulders and her hot breath played over my face.
She put her red-lipped mouth up close to my ear and then she breathed inside it and ran the tip of her tongue along the inside of my ear.
I was all hot and wet inside my pussy. I was able to push my finger in up to the knuckle. I finger-fucked myself, pushing in and out.
One hand was occupied with pushing the middle finger back and forth in my pussy. My other hand excited my clitoris, rubbing it while the middle finger penetrated.
My clitoris was a little pearl of flesh. It throbbed hot and hard as I caressed it. The more excited it got, the harder I rubbed it.
Mistress Dorinda cupped my breasts, one in each hand. She had long curved fingernails which were painted a bright shade of blood-red.
She kneaded my breasts. Her fingers were spread so the nipples stuck out between them. She opened and closed her fingers, squeezing the nipples.
Lewis stared between my legs, watching my wet fingers play with my pussy, rubbing the lips, pulling them apart to flash pink.
He was in bondage and there was nothing he could do to ease the swollen ache of the massively stiff erection he had.
Perhaps Mistress Dorinda would permit him some relief ... but surely not so soon in the game. The night, as she said, was young.
I came.
My climax hit me so hard that I thought I might faint. I got all dizzy. Mistress Dorinda hugged me and held me up until the wave of dizziness passed.
I felt hot and faint. She walked me to my bed and I tumbled down on it. I lay stretched out on my tummy with my arms alongside my head.
I gasped for breath. Inside my pussy, I felt like I was hot and melting. And this was from the orgasm I had given myself by masturbating!
What would the climaxes be like when Mistress Dorinda was their author? Shattering, devastating, I was sure! Unless--
Unless she was so cruel that she would not permit a slave girl to come through her efforts, but only if the slave masturbated.
I was apprehensive, and wanted to ask her if she would make love to me. But that would be presuming too much, especially for a submissive to ask such a question.
I determined to do everything I could to please her, and to carry out all her commands with diligence and fidelity.
I prayed that my efforts would please her, and that she would reward her humble servant by taking total possession of me of my body, which burned for her masterful love!
CRACK!! !
I was jolted out of my daze when Mistress Dorinda smacked my bottom with her leather strap. I jerked up on the bed.
"Time to get up and serve the mistress!" she crowed. "No more lazing! Off that bed but don't bother to stand up, dear girl.
"Just get down on the floor, in front of me-turn to the side. That way, your husband won't miss a single juicy detail of what we'll do next."
There was a big bright red mark on my bottom where the strap had come down. It was sore and tingling but I didn't even have time to rub it and make the hurt lessen.
Besides, I didn't want to waste time, not a second, in carrying out this task!
She stood in profile, facing me. Her black panties were like a G-string, made up of a pair of tiny black silk triangles held together over the hips with thin elastics. The silken triangles were tight against her pussy.
She spread her booted feet and stood with her hands on her hips, looking down at me. "I have a few openings for body slaves, Joanie....
"You can consider this in the nature of an audition, girl. If you please me with your mouth, perhaps I won't have to warm your bottom.
"Would you like to see my pussy, Joanie?"
"Oh, yes, Mistress Dorinda!"
"Of course you would. But you'll have to beg me for the privilege."
"Please, Mistress, show me your perfect pussy!"
"It is perfect," she smiled. "Your husband knows that. And what do you think he'd give right now, to have that big nasty thing of his engulfed by my sweet, succulent sex? Anything! That's what he'd give, anything!"
She played with my hair, fondling it. "And you, Joanie, what would you give to see it? And do more than see it? Hmmmmm?"
"I'll do anything that you command, Mistress."
"Anything? Anything, dear child? How little you know me! That word, 'anything', covers more ground than your slave's imagination could ever conceive.
"But, since you have done your best to please, and since you are just a novice and so need allowances to be made for your inexperience, but mainly to inspire you to serve the greater glory of your mistress, me, I will permit you to serve my pussy.
"But there are a few conditions. For one thing, you must take my panties down using only your mouth, not your hands.
"And for God's sake, don't you be so foolish as to bite me!"
"Thank you, Mistress-"
"Don't bother to thank me, girl. You can do your thanking with your mouth, but not in words. Now get these panties off me with your mouth!"
I pressed my face against her stockinged thighs. They were warm and smooth and soft over the tops of the stockings.
"Take a deep breath, Joanie. You can smell my perfume through my panties."
She pressed my face, my nose, against her panty covered crotch. And I could smell the musky scent of her pussy, even through the fabric.
She smelled heavy and heady. The richness of the aroma made my head spin.
"No dawdling, girl!" she snapped. "Off with those panties, now!"
It took a great deal of painstaking effort to take down the panties. Finally, after many contortions on my part, I managed to catch a fold of the panties in my teeth, and so pull it down off her hips.
Her bush was black and full and furry. It rubbed the side of my face. Holding the panties in my teeth, I lowered my head down.
This pulled the panties along with me, so I was able to work them down off her hips. I saw her pink-lipped pussy.
I didn't have time to waste admiring her sex. I had to get those panties down! As I lowered my head, the panties were pulled down her stockinged legs.
When they hobbled her ankles, she said, "Enough straighten up," and I stood on my knees while she stepped out of the panties.
Her hips were wide and white, with a thick black bush and full, fat pussy lips. She rubbed herself between the legs.
She took hold of her pussy lips and spread them, pulling them open to flash her juicy pink membranes.
"Kiss me."
She put her hand on the back of my head and pulled my face to her crotch. I pressed the pussy lips with my puckered lips, covering them with kisses.
I kissed them all over, up and down. I moaned more than she did at first, since I was so high and happy to be going down on her.
I stuck out my tongue and massaged her pussy with it, sliding the tongue tip up and down and all over the folds of pussy flesh.
I licked and lapped. She rocked her hips back and forth, pressing her pussy up against my kissing lips and licking tongue.
She ground her pussy against my mouth really hard. Her pussy lips spread and split and she pressed her wet membranes against my face.
Her juices smeared on my face. They were fragrant and their aroma seemed to sink into the skin of my face.
"Get your tongue deep in there and taste me, you little slut!"
I pushed my tongue deep. Her juices tingled on it and I swallowed them down.
"Now lick my clit, girl!"
Her clitoris was a fat button of flesh, full and swollen with lust. It throbbed as I applied my tongue to it and licked hard.
"Lick all around it, Joanie ... don't stop, but do it softer, easier ... easy! I'm close to my orgasm, very close....
"Just run the tip of your tongue over the button very slowly and lightly more lightly than that, easy, easy! ... easy ... ummmmm, that's the way....
"Oh, Christ, yes rub the insides of your lips against it CHRIST! Now lick hard, harder, hardest of all, oh, oh, oh!! ! "
She came. She pressed her pussy hard against my face and put her hands on the back of my head and held me there as she came.
Her pussy lips quivered and her membranes heaved against my mouth. My nose and mouth were filled with her dripping membranes.
She shook and shivered and shuddered until she stopped coming.
She eased off from me, removing her pussy from my wet red face. Her face was red and her dark eyes were glittering and glazed.
"Not bad, little girl ... of course, after you've served me for a while, you'll know all the little tricks and ways I like to have my pussy eaten!"
She said that she had to rest. She crossed to the bed and lay down on her tummy with her booted stockinged legs spread wide.
She lifted her face and looked over her shoulder. She crooked her finger and beckoned me. "Come here, Joanie no rest for you, no, not yet."
I went to her. She said, "Now that you've done me fore, you can do my aft as well. These cheeks of mine need a good tongue polishing.
"Get up on the bed and kneel on the mattress between my legs Good. Now start by kissing my ass. Rub your face against the cheeks.
"Stick your face between the cheeks. Feel how full and plump they are? Now go to licking them. Lick them all over, every inch of the cheeks.
"Keep that tongue working. I want my ass polished! Outside-and inside!
"I'll just reach back behind me, take hold of my cheeks, and pull them open so you'll be able to get at the rosebud.
"Stick your face between my cheeks, Joanie-get it down in there, you slut! Now you are allowed to worship my rosebud ass-hole!"
Which I did. I kissed her puckered pink button of flesh and licked it and put my tongue inside it, where it was hot and sticky.
I did it until my tongue was sore at the root. I would have gone on longer, but Mistress Dorinda pulled my head away, grabbing a fistful of my hair to do so.
"That little interlude stirred up my passions, Joanie." She slithered off the bed and stood up, her ass shining with all my saliva there.
She went over to my husband. She raised her booted foot and rested the sole and heel of it on one of the tops of his thighs.
"Are you still hard, slave? Ummmm! That stiff thing of yours is so red it's purple! I do believe that you'll burst if something isn't done!
"Not that I feel particularly merciful-it's just that in a long session like this is going to be, the male has to be milked off occasionally.
"But such a task is hardly for your mistress! As if I would put that filthy thing in my mouth! Why, I'm sure that you'll come in a second!
"Well get that little spouse of yours over here to serve you. Get over here, Joanie, right now crawl! Hurry up, or I'll strap your sweet little ass!"
She teased Lewis by running her hands through his hair, which was all wet with sweat, and by caressing his face, neck, shoulders.
She put me in position. I stood at the side of the chair where Lewis was bound. I leaned over his stiff cock, my mouth open to receive it.
"This should be easy for you, Joanie. I want you to milk this slave with your mouth. Now, listen, this is very important!
"When he comes, I want you to catch his come in your mouth, but don't swallow it-just hold it in your mouth, understand!
"If you do swallow, I'm going to punish you both. Now, I'll hold his cock up, so all you have to do is take it in your mouth.
"That's it, Joanie ... just hold the head in your mouth and suck it. He's so hot and hard that it will only take a few sucks to make him come-"
"There it is! Don't swallow it, Joanie, hold that come in your mouth! You better hold it, because when he's stopped coming, I'm going to take the gag out of his mouth, and you're going to return his come right back to him!"
Dorinda laughed. "By the time I'm done training you, you'll be a pair of sex-mad sluts a husband and wife slave couple, belonging to me!"
CONCLUSION
This was only the first encounter between the submissive married couple of Joanie and Lewis with Mistress Dorinda.
This was the beginning of their training in tandem. In our following case history, narrated by Mistress Dorinda herself, the story is picked up a month later, when the husband and wife are locked deep in the slave training program.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Dorinda E. AGE: Thirty
INTERVIEW ONE
Dorinda you have encountered in earlier case histories in this volume.
The following will expand on her physical particulars:
Dorinda is taller than the average, bosomy, big-boned. She has a heart-shaped face with deep-set eyes, sharp aquiline nose, ripe red lips.
Her cheekbones are high, her cheekbones sunken, and all the bones of her face are good. When augmented by artfully applied make-up, she is strikingly attractive.
Dorinda, like her mother, is a handsome rather than a pretty woman. She has too much strength, physically and in her appetites, to be merely pretty.
Her hair is dark, straight, and fine. She wears it styled simply in a straight cut which covers her ears and reaches past her jawline.
Dorinda favors black and red clothing, a color scheme she follows almost always.
She has done some mild weight training and lifting, to increase the strength of her upper body, her arms and shoulders.
Her thighs are thick and banded with cords of muscle. She has shapely calves and very thin ankles, giving her a lithe walk.
She is buxom, with big solid breasts and wide buttocks. Constant weight-watching and exercise keep her tummy trim and her form well toned.
One of her greatest passions in initiating novice slaves deep into total sexual slavery, then passing them around her circle of like-minded friends.
Joanie was Johnny, and Lewis was Louisa. I was not just Mistress Dorinda the mistress of that married, submissive couple I was their governess as well.
I love fantasy sessions, especially when they're acted out by live, warm bodies.
And the bodies of Joanie and Lewis were warm warm with lust and shame.
We were in my place, in my fourth floor apartment in the Village, on a lazy Saturday afternoon on a warm Fall day.
We were in the living room, or parlor. The windows were covered with gauzy curtains which masked the inside of the apartment.
It was thick enough to keep anyone outside from seeing more than a passing outline against the curtain, yet thin enough to let the light in.
The parlor was light and airy and sunshiny, then. It felt and looked open. This openness added to the excitement of my little slaves.
It being broad daylight, they felt like they were out in the open, adding to their shame--shame which they craved like a drunkard craves alcohol.
Shame I am only too willing to provide my darlings....
"Children!" I said. "Whatever are you doing, you naughty things?! "
Joanie and Lewis looked up with surprise, since only a few moments ago, I had told them to do the very thing for which I now berated them.
But then they realized that it was the prelude to another session of dominance, humiliation, and sexual servitude of a most unusual nature.
They were costumed already-by me-in a most unusual fashion.
As I said, Joanie was Johnny, and Lewis was Louisa.
I love antiques in general, and particularly crave items from the Gay Nineties and the turn of the century.
That is how I have outfitted my parlor. And the antique decor provides a very convincing setting for Victorian sex games.
The parlor was old-fashioned, in an expensively new way, of course.
The furniture was solid, massive, deeply cushioned, the chairs and sofas having ornate carved legs of dark polished wood.
The floor was covered with a richly embroidered Persian carpet. And the wallpaper, while new, was done up in the shiny, satiny style reminiscent of the earlier era.
Joanie, Lewis, and I were also done up in period costume.
I was done up like a Victorian governess. I wore a high-necked, short-sleeved, frilly white blouse, and a long, sweeping gray satin skirt.
I wore little make-up. The blouse was gauzy and semi-transparent surely a modern touch, but then the outfit was assembled by shopping in the more fashionable stores and boutiques in the city today.
The blouse was thin and gauzy, as I say it had a high lace collar, puffed sleeves, and much elaborate embroidery.
Under the blouse and skirt I wore a corset, which Joanie had earlier cinched me into, a Merry Widow style white corset.
It was a marvelous, frilly, feminine confection. It was tight and made my figure possess even more hourglass curves than usual.
It left me a bit breathless, but I at least was used to tight corsetry, which is more than could be said of Lewis-who was also corseted.
The gray satin skirt was tight at the waist, long, and reached down to brush the ankles of my elegant lace-up boots with its hem.
The boots were also white, patent leather ankle boots with three-inch heels and sharply pointed toes and high arches.
The boots laced up the front, and were mostly hidden by the skirt.
Joanie and Lewis were also costumed, in a much different style.
I like to tease Joanie about her smallness. With her fine, long-legged body and her small breasts, her figure is rather boyish.
Deliciously so. But I had promised her many times that I would use her as a boy some day and today was that day.
I had taken much from Joanie, but there was much of her that I had not taken, and that I would take before sharing her with my friends.
As for Lewis just as I had reversed the role of his wife, so too did I reverse his role, transforming him into something someone--new.
Joanie was Johnny. I had got her up like a little boy, with costumes I had gotten from thrift shops and theatrical costume stores.
I had done her up like a lad. She wore no make-up, which I had scrubbed from her face earlier, so that it was pink and shining.
It shone now, hot and red with embarrassment, and anticipation.
Her hair I had wrapped and pinned up at the top of her head, so that no hair fell on her face. It was all tucked up under her cap.
It was a flat newsboy's cap, or golfer's cap, pulled down on her head.
Additionally, she had on a sailor suit jacket, a cute little navy blue item with long sleeves and red piping and bright brass buttons.
From the waist down she wore panties - a delicious touch, that - and a pair of bright red knee socks. She was shoeless.
Under the outfit, she wore a boy's plain white cotton undershort and pair of drawers. She was Johnny, the boy today.
Lewis was equally elaborately outfitted, in the opposite direction. Just as his wife was done up with a boy, he was done up as a girl.
His natural hair was short, of course - he had a good job, worked for a big company, and could not cultivate the shoulder-length tresses I would have loved to put him in. But the wig on his head served its purpose well.
It was a bright golden wig, made up of masses of bobbing curls which framed his face a face softened with light touches of make-up.
I had not made him up too much. After all, he was in the role of a young girl, and young girls, particularly of that era, wore little in the way of cosmetics.
He wore a dress, though. It was a party dress in an adult size, one which I had to ransack racks of old clothing in costume supply stores to find.
The dress was pale, robin's egg blue. It covered him from neck to ankles, with a tight bodice and a flaring skirt.
The padded cups of the frilly bra I had put on him created the illusion of small breasts jutting gently from the front of the dress.
The dress was short-sleeved. I had put white kid gloves, wrist-length, on his hands. And of course he was fully outfitted with lingerie under the dress.
His white stockinged legs peeped out of the em of the dress, where his feet were shod with a pair of shiny, black patent leather shoes.
To set the stage, the scene and mood for the session, I had told Joanie and Lewis-Johnny and Louisa that they were a pair of children.
I, their governess, had gone away for a bit, leaving the two of them alone. And, I went on, while they were alone, they engaged in childish sex play.
Joanie/Johnny was the boy, so she would be the more aggressive partner, while Lewis/Louisa would be docile and yielding.
I told them to play with each other while I was gone. By gone, I mean that I stepped out of the parlor and into my bedroom.
There I sat, waiting, with the door open a crack, watching my two toys.
They were both into their roles. Lewis and Joanie both have a real taste and flair for fantasy. Joanie is particularly imaginative.
Joanie, in her sailor's suit, panties, and knee socks, showed boyish boldness as she slipped her arm around the shoulders of Lewis.
He played his part well, too. At first, he sat there squirming, while Joanie felt and fondled the bright golden curls of his wig.
He protested weakly-when Joanie began pressing kisses on his cheeks. He made a little squeal when she kissed him on the mouth.
Joanie took the dominant role. I watched with interest. Sometimes I am in need of a dominant female assistant for more complex sessions.
I wondered if Joanie would be able to fit the bill. She is submissive by nature, no question about that, and bound to obey her mistress in all ways.
But when mistress commands the slave to be dominant-ah, what happens then? An interesting question which I would pursue in the weeks to come.
For now, though, there were other, equally interesting games. Joanie was playing one, as she began to press and fondle her cross-dressed husband.
The hands of Lewis in those white kid gloves fluttered weakly as Joanie caressed him, rubbing his "breasts", then going down to his thighs.
Joanie devilishly put her hand in his lap. Lewis turned his face to the side and buried it in the heavy cushions of the couch.
Before he did so, I saw that he was blushing hot.
Joanie did not blush, as she took hold of his penis, which bulged in, the crotch of her husband's dress, rising like a tentpole.
She kissed him. She took hold of his stiff penis and pulled and rubbed it through the fabric of the dress. She was most into her role!
And so was I-now was the time for me to step in. I picked up my switch, a fresh-cut birch which Joanie and Lewis had brought me from their suburban garden when they came into the city to see me today.
I flung open the door of my bedroom and stormed into the parlor, all dark and wrathful, in a fine high righteous anger.
My two submissive "children" looked up, as startled by my sudden entrance as they were excited by what I would do next to them.
They broke away from their embrace. Lewis fussed with his dress, trying vainly to straighten it out and smooth it down.
His erection bulged in the dress he surely couldn't cover that! His face, like that of his wife, was red and hot, with excited eyes.
I stood over them, hands on hips, holding the switch in my right fist a detail they could hardly fail to notice, that switch.
"So!" I thundered, "now I know what you two do as soon as I'm gone! I thought that you could be trusted, now I see how wrong I was!
"But don't think that this sin will go unpunished, children. Happily for me, not so happily for you, I just happen to have my switch with me!
"So, you think that you are old enough to play the love games of adults, do you? Well see how grown-up you really are after I punish you!"
INTERVIEW TWO
Joanie and Lewis stood side by side, next to each other, bent over the back of the largest couch in the parlor.
The cross-dressed couple stood behind the couch, each of them bent forward from the waist, with their middle against the top, and their upper bodies, heads and arms, hanging down the other side.
Both were in bondage-a light bondage, since I had only tied their hands behind their backs, after first undressing them.
One must undress a slave before putting him or her into bondage, if one intends to use that slave during the course of the session.
That protects against the time wasted by having to tie and untie knots of bondage ropes, to undress the slaves who should have been undressed in the first place.
Very irritating, especially when the dominant is eager to go on with the fun.
Both Joanie and Lewis were in a stage of partial undress. Here was a session where it was more psychologically appropriate for them to be dressed, even partly, than to be totally naked, delightful as that stage is.
I had taken the dress off Lewis, folded it neatly, and set it aside.
He wore a white lace bra with padded cups, a satin waist cincher, laced tightly up the back, and, particularly delightful to my eyes, a pair of bloomers.
The bloomers I picked up specially at a boutique which specializes in the selling of erotic costumes for the boudoir.
They were made of white linen, and covered him from his waist to his knees. They were tight at the waist and leg openings, baggy in the seat.
His hands were tied behind his back. His petticoats remained on him, but I had lifted them off his lower body and up on his back.
They covered his back like a blanket with stiff starched white fabric, some of the lacy ruffled hem falling on his head.
I had left Joanie in her outfit, since it was more erotic for her to be dressed in this boyish fashion than to be undressed.
But her hands were tied, too, behind her back. Additionally, I had pushed her cap down tight on her head, so it would not fall off and leave her hair uncovered.
As for myself claiming that it was warm in the room-and indeed it was, for there were sticky warm spots of perspiration under my arms I, too, partially undressed.
I walked around to the front of the couch, so that my two submissives might watch me undress, and further excite their imagine.
I undressed slowly and deliberately, taking my time with each button, slowly taking off my blouse and setting it aside, then my skirt.
And so I stood before them in my lingerie. The cups of my corset were white lace half-cups, specially reinforced and stiffened for support.
They plumped and lifted my bosom. Best of all, the half-cups left the nipples totally bare and on display.
The nipples tingled when exposed, and soon puckered into stiff fat points.
The corset sheathed my torso, ending at my waist. Fat frilly white garters hung down, pinned to the tops of the white stockings sheathing my legs.
The white patent leather ankle boots I wore were particularly sexy, and accented the contours of my strong thighs and calves.
Over the garters, a pair of thin, gauzy, white silk panties were stretched tight across my pink hips. The panties were so thin, the dark shadow of my bush could be seen.
I let Joanie and Lewis stare at me in open admiration for a moment. They were so entranced, thoughts of their forthcoming punishment had left them.
But not me.
Taking up my switch, I swung it experimentally through the air a few times. It was long and whippy, almost three feet long.
It had a good outdoorsy smell, the aroma of the fresh-cut birch rod being still thick and pungent, adding to my sensual delight.
The whippy switch whooshed nastily through the air, cutting empty space, and widening the already staring eyes of my submissive couple
I walked around behind them, keeping up a running commentary as I did so, to add verbal humiliation to the package.
I began: "You children imagine that you're old enough to play adult games, do you? Well, I've a few I reckon you've never played before!
"I thought that you two could be trusted to behave like the little lady and gentleman I have tried with difficulty to shape you into.
"I see that my trust is misplaced. I hardly know who to blame. I reckon that I shall hold you equally guilty of the sin.
"Johnny, you are an out and out rascal, and should be soundly punished for trying to pervert the purity of your sister Louisa."
I spoke to Lewis: "Louisa, there is no excuse for your conduct, either. You should have resisted your brother's infamous handlings of you.
"Well, the two of you are caught in the thick of it now. There's no purpose in postponing your punishment any further.
"Silence, children! Neither your promises to behave, nor your tears, will sway me I have determined to punish you.
"And not with your garments on, either. You will of course be switched on the bare bottom, brother and sister, side by side.
"Since you are partners in sin, it is most fitting that you be partners in punishment as well, and suffer side by side.
"To begin, Louisa, your bloomers will be taken down."
I reached under the hips of Lewis and found the drawstring whose knotted bow kept the waistband of the bloomers tightly closed.
I pulled it open. The drawstring loosened, I was able to slip the bloomers down, exposing his bottom. The bloomers were still tight at the leg openings, with the result that they fell down over his calves, touching his feet, held at the knees.
Lewis was hard. With his bloomers down, his erection jutted out under him, its wide fat head brushing the back of the couch.
I took hold of his staff. It was thick, red, swollen. "So, Louisa, you were more excited than even I thought, from what Johnny did to you!
"I can see now that you have all the makings of a wanton, Louisa. You have grown up altogether too fast, to my way of thinking.
"Still, what's done can not be undone. Perhaps the fault is partially mine, for not recognizing that you children are at the dangerous age.
"All the same, you must be punished before anything else.
"And as for you, young Johnny, you should be doubly ashamed of yourself, for trying to interfere and take advantage of your innocent sister Louisa!
"Now, I'll take down your panties, too, and your drawers as well-there!"
A pair of beautiful bottoms looked up at me. Joanie was exposed from the waistline of her navy blue sailor suit, to her knees.
Her panties and undershorts had been pulled down by me, so that her bottom was exposed and turned up for a switching and-other things.
As was Lewis, whose bare bottom was also turned up. So there was a pair of pink moons side by side, jiggling and rippling with anticipation.
I switched them, but lightly, not even hard enough to break the skin, since at this stage of the game, I didn't want to mark the couple.
But the switch was strong and stinging, and each time it landed on a bottom, a thin, bright red line showed where it had fallen.
All in all, I laid about a dozen strokes on each turned-up bottom.
I alternated. First I would slash the switch across the backside of Lewis. He would jerk and gasp when the rod fell on him.
Then I would move a bit to the side, and whip Joanie's bare bottom. Then I would return to Lewis, and so on, and so forth.
This was more of a game than a real punishment session. Besides, Joanie and Lewis were sweet slaves, not into pain as much as they were into submission.
But a little pain never hurt anyone-much.
This was just in the way of a bottom warming. Where the switch fell directly on the buttocks, they were marked with thin red lines.
Additionally, the skin surrounding the marks on either side became pink and hot and blotchy, spreading warmth through the buttocks.
Flagellation stirs and summons desire-not that either of my slaves needed their passions to be any much more stirred.
As I switched them, I excited myself. I was warm and wet inside my pussy. I rubbed myself through the crotch of my panties with my free hand.
The panties pressed between the lips of my slit, growing damp as pussy moisture soaked into them. Each gasp or cry of my slaves made me wetter.
At last I slipped my hand inside the panties, so I could touch myself directly. I rubbed the quivering pussy lips, now sticky with my juices.
I halted the switching after each bottom had been stung with twelve strokes each. But I kept on rubbing my pussy and feeling it.
I left Joanie and Lewis there, stretched across the back of the couch, hands tied, red gasping faces hanging down.
As I walked, my thighs rubbed my pussy lips, exciting them further. I went no farther than the bedroom, to fetch some devices.
"Look what else I have for you, children," I announced.
Joanie and Lewis lifted their heads, craning their necks to see the objects which I held under their noses.
Both of them gasped at the same time for in my hand l held a dildo, its harness, and an oversized jar of lubricating jelly.
"I've decided that it's high time that such a precocious pair of children get a real education in adult games-courtesy of me, their governess!
I pulled down my panties. They fluttered down my legs, to my ankles. I stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor.
One of my slaves could pick them up later. I stood there with my legs spread wide on high-heeled booted feet, fingering myself.
"Look at my precious pussy, and dream on, because that won't be what I'll be using on you children not with this dildo at hand.
"I'm going to initiate not one, but two virgins at the same time!"
It was hard for me to pull my hand away from my pussy, since it felt so good to touch it. But the moment was ripe for other pleasures and pursuits.
I fastened the dildo to its harness. The harness fit around me like a male jockstrap, except that the section which would have cupped a man's genitals in a jock, was an open ring on the harness, at the crotch.
To that ring the dildo was attached. Holes in its base fitted on to small plugs rising from the ring, so I could screw the dildo on.
The dildo was pink, seven inches long, not too thick, streamlined, with a fat bullet-shaped head. It jutted from my hips.
I went around behind the couch, where a pair of bottoms, red and hot from the switching and still twitching, were offered up to my dildo.
"Hmmmmm, now let's see, who shall I do first, Johnny or Louisa? I know I shall do Louisa, on the established principle of 'ladies first.'"
But I would do Lewis with the intimate help of his wife.
"Johnny, you nasty little boy, since you were so eager to lift Louisa's dress and get at what was under it, I'm going to let you do just that.
"Let you? In fact, I insist on it! First, we'll have to get you down off the couch ... I'll put my hands under your arms, and you raise up."
I stood Joanie up. Her eyes were wild with excitement. Hot rosy spots of red color flared on her cheeks, and she breathed gaspingly.
"You shan't have to go far at all, Johnny, no, only as far as the backside of your sister, where you shall get on your knees.
"That's right, Johnny, on your knees, with your face right up at your sister's bottom, which you seemed so eager to see earlier, before I interrupted you.
"Look how red and hot it is." I reversed the cap on Joanie's head, turning it so its brim was at the back of her head, and thus would not be dislodged from her efforts.
Lewis' rear was red and hot from the switching as was Joanie's.
"See how sore and red your sister is, Johnny, and know that you are largely responsible for the punishment of Louisa and yourself.
"Under the circumstances, the least a loving brother could do for his sister would be to kiss and lick her bottom to cool it!"
Both Lewis and Joanie moaned when I pushed Joanie's red sweating face against the hot switched buttocks of her cross-dressed husband.
Lewis moaned from the discomfort of having his sore buttocks further irritated, while Joanie moaned from her rising submissive lust.
I wondered if she would be so lustful if she knew what further surprises I had in store for her.
I made her nuzzle the punished buttocks. They were firm and taut, red with heat, and covered with thin, fine, silken hairs.
"Those kisses of yours will only heat Louisa further," I said. "What you should do - and will do! is lick it and sooth that hot rear!"
Joanie stuck out her tongue and licked the buttocks. Lewis squirmed. He pressed his stiff penis against the back of the couch.
'And don't forget to lick between the buttocks, Johnny, that's the most important place of all. Here I'll open them for you."
I sank my fingers into the bottom cheeks and pried them open, spreading them to the sides and exposing the deep, plunging crack.
"Look at that virgin rosebud, Johnny after all, that was what you wanted, when earlier you pawed and petted your poor sister!
"But don't just look ... stick your face right between those cheeks and kiss the little rosebud, kiss and lick it.
"Put your tongue inside it, Johnny. Make sure that you work a lot of saliva in there-we do want your sister to be properly lubricated.
"There! That should just about do it, I think that your mouth has failed to supply in the way of moistness, the lubricant will take care of.
"So, raise your face from between those cheeks, and lift your head from Louisa's bottom, while I examine the rosebud myself....
"Ah, yes, the crack and the rosebud are dripping with saliva. But a tight and tender virgin like our Miss Louisa will need more than that.
"But you needn't go far, Johnny, my lad--just far enough to get behind me, so you can worship my bottom while I deflower that of your sister."
Joanie crawled on her knees, hands still tied behind her back. She inched, since she could only slide on her knees, hands being tied as they were.
I took up a position behind Lewis. He lifted his head and looked over his shoulder. He gave his head a pretty toss to free the curls of his golden wig from his eyes.
He stared at the dildo jutting from the harness on my hips.
"Please, Governess, please be gentle with me!"
"Hush up, Louisa, and none of your foolish fussing now! You wanted to grow up in a hurry and enjoy adult games-and so you shall!
"Now, you'll have to take what's coming to you like a good girl. But don't be too fearful, child, you know I would never really do anything to damage you!"
"But won't it hurt, Mistress Dorinda?! "
"Indeed it shall hurt somewhat-it always does hurt a bit at the defloration. But what pain there is is mild, and no more than you can stand.
"Besides, this is something that every girl must experience, Miss Louisa, and you might as well get it done with now.
"Just thank your lucky stars that it is I, your governess, who is taking the flower of your virgin ass, rather than some inexperienced wretched male.
"And now I think that we have had enough talk. I shall apply the lubricant now, to finish the job begun by your sister."
I smeared a fat dollop in the crack of his ass, stuffing it inside his rosebud. I slipped my middle finger up inside him.
I wiggled the finger around inside him, stretching his tight and tiny rectum. The wrinkled pink rosebud was swimming in grease.
And so was the dildo, after I smeared a handful of the stuff on its head and shaft.
I spread the buttocks and guided the dildo into the crack. I pressed its wide head against the rosebud and pressed it in.
Slowly, inexorably, the steady pressure of the dildo head parted the folds of the rosebud, which opened as the anal ring widened.
Lewis' face had been hot and red, but now it was a seething scarlet. His eyes were closed while his moaning mouth was open.
I eased it into him very slowly and gently. Now the anal ring was stretched smooth under the pressure of the wide dildo.
"Stop your sniveling, Louisa! I specifically selected one of my smallest dildos so as not to tear you up, so don't make such a fuss!"
He sobbed when I pushed the head of the dildo past the anal ring and up inside him. His rectum tightly clutched the dildo.
His rectum convulsively opened and closed, clamping down on the greased dildo shaft as I slid it up inside him.
I pulled back on his hips. His feet were on the floor, legs spread wide apart, while his chest rested on the top of the back of the couch.
I pulled Joanie out from between my buttocks, where her licking tongue had made my anus and rectum tingle with excitement.
The dildo penetrated Lewis deeply now. It burrowed a hole in his narrow rectal passage and buried itself deep inside him.
He stood leaning forward, hands tied behind his back, with must of his weight on his chest, where the padded cups of his bra were pressed flat.
In this stance, his body formed an overhanging arch of human flesh, while from under his hips, his stiff scarlet penis jutted.
I ordered Joanie to crawl on her knees to her cross-dressed husband's side, and to stick her head under him, and take his penis in her mouth.
Joanie licked her lips. She must guide the penis into her mouth without benefit of the use of her hands, which were bound behind her.
The red member slid across her face. Finally the head darted between her lips. She took the head of the penis between them.
She clutched the member with her mouth. While I fucked her husband in the ass with my dildo, she sucked his stiff penis to orgasm.
Just when I knew he was about to come, I pushed the dildo deep in his ass, its tip crammed against his vitals.
Joanie had been ordered to hold his come in her mouth. As he came, she pressed the shaft just under the rim of the head.
"Don't you lose a drop of that come," I told her. "You will be giving it back to Louisa in a very short time!"
I smirked, "And don't be too smug, either! What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander! After I've removed the dildo from Louisa, it will be your turn to take your place across the couch and offer up your own ass to my dildo!"
And so she did, allowing me to anally deflower husband and wife in the same session a most satisfying session indeed.
CONCLUSION
The astute reader will know that Mistress Dorinda would hardly be satisfied with merely anally using her submissive couple.
This was only the beginning of Joanie and Lewis' journey into sexual slavery, under the mastery of Mistress Dorinda
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Shirley W. AGE: Forty-six
INTERVIEW ONE
Shirley, at first glance, seems to be no more and no less than an ordinary, if attractive, Middle American housewife.
Indeed, that's what she is a housewife. But ordinary? Hardly.
Shirley is a widowed woman who has raised her teen son, Mark, by herself. Mother and son have always been extraordinarily close.
Shirley is comfortably well off, and does not have to work for a living. Bored and searching for something to occupy her time, she in the past has joined a variety of suburban women's clubs, charities, worthy causes, PTA, and the like.
But no more. In recent months, Shirley has happily discovered the most important cause of all-her pleasure.
Her dominant pleasure.
Shirley is short, buxom, and brunette. She has a wide thick-featured face, with short curly brown hair framing her face.
She has dark intelligent eyes, a Roman nose, wide sensual lips. She stands only an inch or two past five feet tall.
She is very bosomy, and has a narrow waist which flares into wide hips.
Perhaps Shirley would have gone on in her average, day-to-day life, had it not been for a chance meeting with a neighbor.
That neighbor was none other than Mistress Althea, the savvy black dominatrix whose home happened to be on the same street as Shirley.
Mistress Althea and Shirley happen to share more than the same street, as you will see in the following case history:
I could hardly recognize my own son, Mark. And why should I? Mark was Mary now. Mistress Althea had made him that way. It was a weekday morning. Mark should have been at high school, getting an education, attending classes.
Instead, he was cross-dressed as a male maid, bound, gagged, blindfolded, and put on display by Mistress Althea.
We were in the living room, the three of us. Althea, my very good neighbor, sat in a deep and comfortable armchair.
I sat on a couch near her, and Mark stood close to us, close enough for me to reach out and touch him. For now, I was keeping my hands to myself.
It was early in the morning, a little past ten o'clock. Naughty Mark had cut school, so that he might be present to serve his mistress.
This would be a special session for him. It would be the first time that Althea had put him on display in front of an outsider.
At their last meeting, Althea had ordered Mark to be sure to be at her house today for this special session.
Of course he obeyed. He was totally under her spell under her thumb.
Which is where he belonged ... under her thumb ... and mine.
Which is what this session was all about--although my darling son hadn't the least idea of just how wild it would be!
He had pretended to go to school. I made him breakfast this morning, the way I usually do, since I like to see him well breakfasted for the school day.
If you have any teens in the house, you know how careless they are about eating the proper foods plus, it's hard to get an education on an empty stomach.
I had to fight to keep from laughing this morning. Mark was so excited! He must have been thinking about his mistress.
He kept blushing and fidgeting as he wolfed down his breakfast. I merely pretended that I knew nothing of what was going on.
After he finished his morning meal, he snatched up his school books and kissed me goodbye. He took his books to fool me that he was going to school.
And I might have been fooled, as I had been other times in the past, except that Althea had let me in on his little secret.
His cheek was hot and burning when I kissed him goodbye. To tease him, I pointed out how hot his face was, and wondered aloud if he was running a temperature.
Perhaps he should skip school today, just in case he was running a fever, I suggested. His health might benefit from staying home.
It amused me greatly to see his reaction to this suggestion, which, instead of keeping him home from school, would keep him from his mistress.
He protested quite a bit that he felt fine. He dashed down the walk, his pretense going so far that he actually walked down the street.
But I knew that instead of going to school, he was doubling back through the back yards, so he could sneak up to the back door of Althea's house.
My phone rang at a little before ten. It was Althea.
"He's ready," she said. "Are you?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
But was I really ready to take this giant step into a new realm? I wondered ... after all, I was entering new, unexplored territory for me....
The territory of female supremacy and the domination of the male including, as my first subject, my handsome teen son, Mark.
"Everything will go fine," Althea said. "Trust me. And trust yourself. You're a woman, so just follow what comes naturally.
"Besides, I'll have your boy blindfolded, so he won't have the faintest idea of who you are. He'll never suspect, until we're ready to lower the boom!
"I've already told him that a good dominant friend of mine is visiting this morning, and that I want to show off my slave for her benefit.
"All you have to do, Shirley, is remember not to speak, so Mark can't recognize your voice, and everything will go perfectly!"
I didn't get all dolled up. I wore an attractive blouse, knee-length sensible skirt, and a pair of comfortable shoes with three-inch heels.
Under the outfit, I wore frilly lingerie, silky and clingingly caressing against the soft parts of my body, the most intimate anatomy.
That silky lingerie made me feel very feminine as I went down the street to the house on the corner where my dear friend and neighbor Althea lived.
I entered through the front door. It was opened almost immediately by Althea, who was wrapped in a large, loose-fitting housecoat belted at the waist.
When she met me at the door, she held her finger over her wide purple lips, signaling me to maintain silence in the presence of Mark.
She let me into the house, closed and locked the door.
Looking down below the knee-high hem of her coat, I saw that her dark brown shapely calves were sheathed in silky seamed stockings.
The stocking seams ran straight up the back of her legs without a deviation the, deviations were all in her head and mine.
"Come in, come in, mistress, it's so good to see you!" Althea spoke loudly for the benefit of my son, whom I could not see yet.
Althea kissed me on the cheek. "We're just going to have the wildest time!" she whispered in my ear, so only I could hear.
Taking me by the arm, she led me out of the front hall and into the living room.
"I'm so glad that you could make it here today," she said. "There's a little someone in the living room I want you to meet!"
She had prepared me for what I would see-prepared me verbally but it was rather different to actually set eyes on my young son.
Mark is in his middle teens. He is of average height and thin, slightly built, which he inherited from his late father, a tall lanky man.
Mark has short fair hair and a smooth narrow face. He has not shaved yet, and his cheeks are covered with downy golden peach fuzz.
He is about 5'8" or so, give or take an inch, with a lithe lean pink body.
He was dressed and done up as a male maid for my benefit. Or, as he thought, the benefit of the mystery mistress visiting Althea this morning.
He was on the floor, crouched on his hands and knees. He was cross-dressed, cosmeticized, bound, gagged, blindfolded, and in bondage.
A heady combination delicious!
His blonde hair, pale yellow and thin, was long enough for it to look girlish when it was artfully arranged as Althea had done.
Blonde bangs hung down over his forehead and his blindfold, giving him the look of a sheepdog very cute, I thought to myself. Very fucking cute.
Fastened to the top of his head was a lacy white maid's cap, floppy and frilly.
Circling his neck (as a black leather slave collar, locked in place with a tiny and glittering steel padlock.
He wore a black satin French maid's uniform. It had a deep plunging neckline but of course, the only cleavage he had came from his padded bra cups.
The uniform had short puffed sleeves and a scooped out back which left a good deal of his shoulders and back uncovered.
It was tight in the bodice. The padded bra cups made little bumps against the black satin front. The skirt, very short, flared out.
His long skinny legs were sheathed with sexy fishnet stockings. My boy, I was amused to note, had very good legs!
His feet were fitted into black patent leather high heels. They were very tight and fetishistic, with sharply pointed toes and spiked heels.
Wrapped around his eyes was a length of black silk scarf, knotted at the back of his head. I later learned that under the blindfold were wads of cotton stuffed in the eye sockets, so that he couldn't contrive to see out of the blindfold by peering through one of its edges above or below.
His hands were in restraint, in front of him, so that he might serve. Leather cuffs circled his wrists and a thin tough length of chain joined them.
His feet were hobbled similarly, with black leather cuffs locked around his ankles and a longer piece of chain securing him.
He was on hands and knees. His skirt was so short that his panty-covered bottom was more or less completely on display.
When I entered the living room with Althea, Mark heard the two of us, and his blindfolded head jerked up nervously in our direction.
Althea beamed with pride at the fine job she had done of training my son. And now she would share him - with his mother.
Althea said, "This is one of my little slaves. Mark is his name, but dressed as my maid, he looks more like a Mary than a Mark, so Mary he will be!
"Mary, although you can't see my dear friend, you will serve her. My friend prefers her privacy to remain private.
