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I
read a book when I was a kid, it was about a boy in ancient
Mistress
Miranda has been my Mistress for the past seven months and she has given me
permission to write this story although more correctly I am typing my story
into a computer. As I type she stands at my shoulder, constantly checking what
I am saying. I don’t know what she intends to do with the story. I can’t ask
her, slaves don’t ask questions other than to clarify an order.
My
story begins in all innocence. I was, am, the only boy in a family of four
children, the youngest and only male in a house full of women, my sisters,
mother, various aunts who visited. I don’t ever remember seeing another male in
the family, even my cousins, who were many, were girls. My father had left us
just after I was born and my mother never trusted another man. It was a belief
that permeated the household and one that my sisters readily accepted and I
simply grew up with the opinion that women were always in charge. I wasn’t
their slave or anything even approaching that, but I was used to women telling
me what to do. I suppose that my upbringing meant that when Cassie, my original
Mistress enslaved me, then it was so much the easier, without ever intending,
for my mother and sisters had already conditioned me to a life of submission
and subjugation.
I
was seventeen when I first met Cassie; she was a friend of my youngest sister
Nita, a blonde haired beauty almost three years my senior. At first, I had
nothing to do with her. She was Nita’s friend and I had learnt that my sister’s
friends could never be my own. I had my room, the smallest of course, and that
was the only privacy that I was allowed. My sisters seemed to have an endless
stream of friends staying. I rarely so. In a house of dominating women, most
boys had the sense to stay away. I had no choice, they were my family and this
was my home.
One
day I was in my room when the door was pushed open. I looked up from the bed
and my, well, I was having a wank. I had my jeans open and my cock, hard with a
dozen dirty fantasies, throbbed in my hand. I hadn’t locked the door. I was
never interrupted; no one ever came to my room. For a moment I lay there and
gaped and then I flushed bright red with embarrassment, then I tried to tuck my
guilt back into my pants whilst Cassie’s laughter echoed around my room.
Cassie
was inside my room and shutting the door before I realised. “Don’t do that!”
She ordered between fits of laughter. “Leave it out!” I was still struggling to
push the dam thing back inside my pants whilst I still lay on my back on my
bed. I’d almost succeeded when I heard the key click in the door. It sounded
un-naturally loud, my senses were in hyper-mode and that made what was to come
all the more humiliating. I looked up and stopped my struggles. It was a
mistake; Cassie smiled in my direction and walked towards me.
I
should say at this moment that I’m not physically a wimp. Over the years, my
Mistresses have demanded I keep in condition and even then, I was a normal boy
in his late teens. Cassie was tall for a girl, with a slender figure. I was
still taller, heavier and stronger. I knew that, I imagine that she must also
have known that I was stronger, but it didn’t matter one jot. I was to discover
that Cassie could do what she wanted to me.
Cassie
crossed the room and sat on my bed. “Put your hands above your head!” She
ordered quietly. I hesitated, to do as she ordered would leave my cock exposed.
“Do it!” She hissed.
Slowly,
almost reluctantly I did as I was told. All the time I couldn’t tear my gaze
away from her face. Cassie had clear blue eyes, which were sparkling with
amusement and what I later discovered, was lust. “Better.” She smiled but I
didn’t feel any warmth. I just knew she had something awful planned for me and
yet I couldn’t do anything to resist her. “Nita has just popped to the off
license, so we won’t be disturbed.”
I
was still hypnotised by those cold clear eyes so only knew she was reaching for
my cock when her cool fingers wrapped around its hot stalk. I jerked, jumping
off the bed, my eyes swivelling between the sight of Cassie’s fingers around my
cock and those commanding, demanding eyes.
“I
expect that feels good.” She laughed softly.
I
nodded. I was to shocked to even speak.
“Now,
whom were you wanking over?” She jerked me, not to hard, but it was something
I’d never experienced before. No girl had ever touched my cock, now this friend
of my sister was almost, almost wanking me. I could even feel my spunk boiling
away and I knew that I’d jet when I came.
I
blushed. I mean I was blushing already, but the question drove my face a bright
scarlet.
“Let
me guess!” Taunted Cassie. “It couldn’t be your sisters, that would be really
dirty, that would make you a really dirty little pervert.” She had her eyes
locked on my face, looking for the telltale twitch that told her everything.
“No, not this time, but I bet. Of course you have, I bet you’ve even sniffed
their knickers!” The twitch betrayed me. “Dirty sod!” Cassie laughed. “You
grubby little bastard.” She squeezed my cock and I flinched. “Should I tell
Nita that you sniff her pants?”
“No!”
I managed to gasp; my throat was dry. “Please, no!”
Cassie’s
left hand had my cock; her right hand was resting, no more, upon my wrists.
“What will you do, as payment for me keeping quite?” The smile was open, almost
pleasant, her eyes were bright, and skin flushed and yet I knew there was
absolutely no warmth in her, at least not towards me.
“Anything!”
I gasped. “Anything!” I repeated.
“So
tell me, who’s the lucky girl?”
I
took a deep breath. “It was you.” I knew, even as I spoke, that this was the
worse thing that I could have said.
Cassie’s
face clouded. The bright eyes hardened, her lips thinned. “Me!” She said
softly. “You were wanking over ME!” The volume rose to a screech. “YOU FUCKING
LITTLE WANKER!” Cassie exploded, before I knew what she was doing, Cassie was
sitting on my chest, pinning my hands, her long blonde hair reaching down to
tickle my face. “HOW DARE YOU!” She almost spat the words into my face.
“I’m
sorry!” I whispered. I was, I was genuinely sorry. I hadn’t ever considered
that a woman might be offended by knowing some boy wanked over them. I knew
that my little escapades with the laundry basket were wrong. I’d always been
ever so careful about that, but my room was mine. I’d never imagined that I’d
be caught and here I was double discovered and seemingly at this angry young
woman’s mercy.
“SORRY!”
Cassie exclaimed. “YOU HAVE NO IDEA!” Abruptly she sat up and then slammed down
on my stomach, driving the wind from my gut. I grunted in pain and would have
doubled up hadn’t Cassie been pinning me down. “LIKE THAT, HERE TRY ANOTHER!”
Cassie snarled and slammed down again and then again on my gut.
She
left me breathless, heaving for simply a lungful of air.
“Worthless
little shit!” Cassie continued her tirade. Nita said you were pathetic, I bet
even she doesn’t know just how pathetic her little brother has become.”
“Please…don’t…say…anything!”
I managed to gasp.
“SHUT
YOUR FUCKING MOUTH UP!” Cassie snapped.
I
did so. There was no need to annoy her more. I was suffering enough.
“Better!”
Cassie was breathing heavily and now as her anger abated, so she ceased
screaming at me. “Look at me!” She demanded. I did so. She was towering over
me, her weight now on my chest, my head trapped between her knees. “You have to
pay!” Cassie breathed. As she spoke Cassie slide forwards from my chest,
holding my head between her warm, soft thighs. I could feel the heat of her
body, the soft but prickly flesh, and the warm, woman smell that was beginning
to assail my nostrils. I could smell her! Not the stale stinks from the crotch
of a pair of discarded panties, but the real, now smell of a woman.
Involuntarily I sniffed, drinking in that humid scent.
“Good
boy!” Cassie laughed and even patted my head before she wrapped her fingers
into my hair and pulled me into her crotch, there she rubbed and ground my
helpless face against her pantied crotch. When she released me and I fell back,
I was once again gasping for breath and still breathing in the hot, hot smell
of her sex. “Like that, bet that smells better than Nita’s “ She laughed again,
a nasty cackling laugh. I was starting to feel scared but still I didn’t fight
back.
I
didn’t answer. Cassie wasn’t here for conversation. I just stared up from
between her thighs, staring into that pretty but merciless face.
“Shall
we try that again?” She cackled. “How about like this? The best view in the
house.” She laughed at her own joke. It was one that I didn’t understand until
Cassie slid forwards once more, until her legs straddled my face and I stared
up into the sweaty crotch of her panties. I had half formed desperate words
before that crotch sank down across my face and for the first time in my life,
I suffered the shock and humiliation of being smothered.
I
think that all men have a fantasy about a woman sitting on their face, and I
can fantasize that with someone you love and who loves you that in those
circumstances being smothered are just another delicious sexual act. I say
fantasize because in all the thousands of times my Mistresses have smothered
me, then love or affection have never been part.
What
Cassie put me through that afternoon in the summer of 1971 was simply the first
of thousands upon thousands of humiliations. She smothered me until my lungs
were bursting and I feared for my life, then for a brief moment she released
me, only to return once I had snatched a hurried and grateful breath, then
again and again she smeared herself across my face.
I
flapped my arms ineffectually, trying somehow to throw Cassie off me. Cassie
simply caught my flailing arms. She had all the leverage and took full
advantage. One arm and then the other were caught and then pinned beneath her
legs. “Keep your arms out straight!” She ordered.
I
did so. I was scared and bemused, not understanding what was happening to me. All
those years of my mother and sister dominating me were now paying dividends for
Cassie. I was her’s without her even trying, did she ever wonder quite why I
was so easy. I never found out. Cassie was to be my first Mistress, not friend
or lover, and if her technique of female domination needed refining, then in me
she had the perfect subject on which to practice. So I never knew if this was
her first time, if it was then Cassie had a natural talent for domination, but
since then, I have discovered that many women have the talent and the
inclination.
Cassie
sat back onto my face, she was just moving slowly up and down my face. At least
it allowed me to breath more often, but the humiliation didn’t lessen. I could
smell her; it was getting stronger and stronger. Cassie had ceased insulting
me, she was grunting, not in pain but pleasure and then I discovered why.
Abruptly Cassie ground herself hard into my face, I felt her shudder, heard her
gasp, then shudder again and again. Finally she just collapsed, her head bowed
as she recovered her poise and breath.
I
thought I knew what I happened but I was so naïve that I wasn’t certain. I
thought that Cassie had done it, had a climax, but I had never in any of my
fantasies ever imagined that a woman could climax in this way. Our eyes met and
then Cassie smiled, she shifted enough for me to breath, as if letting me
breath was almost an after thought.
“My
own little crotch sniffer!” Cassie whispered breathlessly. “I could get used to
this, so could you!” Then she laughed, softly whilst staring into my panic
stricken eyes. I couldn’t speak. Cassie was sitting on my mouth; my nose was
pressed against the musky dampness of the crotch of her panties. All I could do
was stare up from between her thighs.
“What
shall we do now? I mean you WANT to please me, don’t you?” She cackled again
and then lifted her ass just long enough for me to breath. “I think we can play
a game, remember how Nita made you tidy her room? You were like her servant,
well you can be my servant as well, and remember if you don’t please me, then
I’ll tell Nita all about your knicker sniffing.” With
that, Cassie dismounted, slumping back on my bed. “Get me a coke and put that
thing away.”
I
hesitated for a moment and Cassie aimed a halfhearted
kick in my direction.
“Get
a move on!” Cassie snapped.
I
struggled to my feet. I feel woozy, my legs wobbled. I didn’t realise then that
being smothered was not simply humiliating but also physically weakening. I
dressed myself. I wasn’t hard anymore. “Coke?” I asked. It felt funny speaking,
my jaw moved independently of my mouth. I could still feel Cassie’s weight on
my face. I could still smell her and when I licked my lips, I realised that I
could even taste her.
“Coke,
and hurry up!”
I
was gone less than a minute. It was just like when my sisters had made me run
errands for them. I found that my hand was shaking when I handed Cassie the
glass, but I didn’t spill any. Cassie accepted the glass as if I didn’t exist.
It was an attitude I would come to accept. Now I stood and watched her drink,
not knowing what to do now.
“Lock
the door!” Cassie ordered. “Then take your shirt off.” Cassie added.
I
did as I was told. I’d been wearing jeans and a t-shirt, now I was only wearing
jeans.
“Skinny
little runt isn’t you.” Cassie laughed. “Get those jeans off. I want to see
what you have got.”
I
gaped.
“Do
it, or else I tell…” She left the rest of her threat unspoken.
I
did as I was told. I had on a pair of y-fronts that had seen better days.
Cassie laughed again. “God! But you are a weed. Finish the job.” She pointed at
my pants and then down to my socks. “Lets see what a naked knicker
sniffer looks like.” She was laughing quietly even before I was finished;
half-heartedly I tried to cover my privates with my hands. Cassie had an answer
for that. “Hands behind your back.” I did so and tried not to make eye contact.
“Skinny, ugly and with a little dick. You really are a pathetic specimen! What
are you?”
“A
pathetic specimen.” I whispered.
Better,
you will learn.” Cassie climbed off my bed. She had on a sleeveless blouse and
short skirt. I knew how short, I spent how long? I didn’t know, but I’d spent
what seemed like hours looking up it. I knew that Cassie was wearing a pair of
white panties. I’d had a very close-up view of them. “Kneel down.” Cassie
commanded, and when I did. “Kiss my feet!” she flicked off her canvas shoes.
She’d painted her toenails red. “Kiss them.” She repeated.
I
did so. I bent forwards and planted a kiss on each foot. They smelt, it was a hot
day and inside her canvas shoes Cassie’s feet had sweated. It wasn’t as bad as
smelling her crotch but it was bad enough.
“Each
toe!” She demanded.
So
I kissed each toe in turn, the smell didn’t lessen, but like her crotch, I
became used to the smell.
“Keep
like that!” Cassie ordered, stepping back and out of my vision.
I
had my head touching the carpet as Cassie walked round and around my naked
body.
“Get
back on the bed!” She ordered and I did so. “Arms out.” I did so. I felt
absurd, stark naked on my own bed and obeying the commands of my sisters best
friend. Immediately Cassie came sat on my stomach, her feet in my face. She
made no attempt to hide her crotch from my gaze. “Bring your knee’s up!” Cassie
demanded and then lent back against them. She had turned me into a chair and I
was just grateful that she wasn’t using my face as her seat. To amuse herself
Cassie rubbed her sweaty feet into my face. “I can get used to this, having my
own personal servant, no, let me think. I don’t think you deserve the title of
servant.” She pulled her feet off my
face and leant forwards. “What’s worse than being some bodies servant? Of
course! You can become my personal slave, how does that sound knicker sniffer, being my slave, that’s better than a wank.
Don’t you think?”
Of
course, I thought nothing of the sort. It just wasn’t the time to say so. I had
decided to play along with Cassie crazy little game. Pretty soon, she’d tire or
my sister would come home, then Cassie would forget all about me.
Cassie
hadn’t been expecting me to speak. She just continued with her monologue.
“Yeah! I like that, you can be my personal slave, and that makes me your owner?
No, that doesn’t sound right. What would a slave call his owner? Madame? No,
that makes me sound old. Miss Cassie? Oh no, I sound like a maiden aunt.
Mistress? How does Mistress Cassie sound? Gone on! Say it, say Mistress
Cassie.” Cassie demanded.
“Mistress
Cassie.” I repeated.
“Keep
saying it.”
“Mistress
Cassie, Mistress Cassie, Mistress Cassie, Mistress Cassie.” I chanted until she
signalled for me to stop.
“Yes!”
She was excited. “I like that, from now on you will only address me as Mistress
Cassie. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes
what?”
“Yes
Mistress Cassie.” And that was how I became Mistress Cassie’s slave. Of course,
I still thought that it was a joke, something that would end soon. I didn’t
realise that from that moment I would never use her name without its new title.
Mistress Cassie.
“Good
boy. You just had to learn you place, didn’t you?”
“Yes
Mistress Cassie.”
It
was then that my sister came to my rescue. We both heard her calling Cassie’s
name. As she, left my bedroom Cassie smiled in my direction. “This isn’t over!”
I
didn’t believe her. I just considered what she’d said to be a final parting
shot. As soon as I was alone I dressed, but not before I’d, scrubbed my face
clean.
I
tried to forget what had happened. I tried to wipe the whole sad instance from
my mind. I didn’t want to believe that a woman had spent hours sitting on my
face, or made herself climax or made me strip naked in front of her. I
succeeded for a few days and then Nita sought me out.
“I
need a favour.” She began in her usual short clipped tones. She had a package
all wrapped up and ready to go. “Take this to Cassie. The address is on the
package.”
I
opened my mouth to protest. The last place I wanted to go was to Mistress
Cassie, why had I called her that? Even in my own thoughts, the dam woman was
inflicting herself on me.
“Come
on. She’s expecting you.” Nita pushed the parcel into my unresisting hands.
The
address was one of the hundreds of old Victorian houses, which had been
converted into flats. I was shaking by the time I arrived at the door.
According to the package Cassie’s flat was flat six. I counted down the bell
buttons, found her’s, the faded sign proclaimed it was so. I pressed the button
and prayed she was out.
“Hello!”
Cassie’s familiar voice answered my prayer.
“It’s.”
I began but never had the chance to finish.
“The
door’s open come straight up, slave.”
I
felt the floor quiver, my knee’s wobble and my head almost exploded. Cassie was
using her title for me. I just had to pray she was playing a cruel joke on me.
It was on very weak legs I made my way up the stairs. The door to Cassie ‘s
flat was open when I reached it. I tapped on the door and hear her imperious
voice. “Come in cunt features and shut the door behind you.”
I
was in her lair. If I hadn’t felt intimidated before then I did now. I had
nowhere to run and no one to rescue me. There was no elder sister on her way
back from an off licence. Cassie had me for as long as she wanted, if she
wanted me. There was just that hope, the only hope I had to cling to.
I
had never been here before. All I knew was what little tit bits that Nita had
let drop. I knew that Cassie’s flat was self-contained, had only one bedroom,
lounge stroke kitchen and a bathroom. It was small, enough for one person.
Cassie had a job in town, which was all that I knew.
The
lounge was empty, at least of Cassie. It was cluttered and untidy. Cassie
wasn’t a good housekeeper. I looked around and then she was there, in the
doorway to the bedroom, dressed in jeans, top and I noticed she was bare
footed. “Give me the parcel.” She held out her hand and silently I handed over
the package. “I’ll be a few minutes, clean this room.” She swept her hand
across the room and then retreated into the bedroom, closing the door behind
her.
Being
asked, no, ordered, to clean the lounge was almost a relief. I had been
dreading more of the smothering suffocation I’d endured off her. I busied
myself to my task. It wasn’t any big deal and I was used to cleaning up after Nita
so why not after Cassie. There, I’d called her that again. It was becoming
natural.
I
collected her clothes into one pile, the papers and magazines into another, the
few dishes I found I left in the kitchen sink. I found the sweeper and ran it over
the carpet; finally, I washed up the dirty dishes. It only took me a few
minutes.
“Finished?”
Cassie sharp voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned towards the bedroom; she
was in the doorway again.
“Yes
Mistress Cassie.”
“The
clothes.”
“Yes
Mistress Cassie.”
“There’s
a laundrette at the end of the street, you’ll find some cash on the coffee
table. You do know how to use a washing machine?”
“Yes
Mistress Cassie.”
“Then
get going, and don’t sniff my knickers, you’ll get the chance to sniff the real
thing later.” She laughed at her own joke. I just felt my stomach churn. So she
was determined to abuse me, only today she’d made me wait, used me a her slave,
the thing that kept her flat tidy. I collected her clothes into a carrier bag,
Cassie added more from within her bedroom. I sorted them into whites and
coloured, much to Cassie’s amusement. “Quite the little housewife!” She taunted
me.
When
I returned Cassie ordered me to iron what needed ironing and fold away the
rest. “I’m just popping out. I won’t be long. If you have finished before I
return, then just wait for me, its time for the best bit.” As she spoke, Cassie
cornered me. She stroked my face, making me flinch. “You’ll be pleased to know
that since our little introduction I have been doing some reading. I know much
more now. You’ll be surprised how much I now know.”
If
she was trying to scare me then she succeeded. After Cassie had left the flat
and I’d finished my chores, I began to think about what lay ahead. The prospect
appalled me. Even the thought of her smothering me made me tremble. All I had
to do was run; even Nita wouldn’t return me to this. All I had to do was admit
my sins and take my punishment, and that was the problem. I couldn’t admit to
Nita that I’d sniffed her panties. Nita was my sister, would always be my
sister. Cassie was somebody who’d leave my life, but Nita never would. She was
family and always would be.
I
was still lost in my internal debate when Cassie returned. She wasn’t even
surprised that I was still there. “Finished your work?”
“Yes
Mistress Cassie.”
“Good,
then I think we should recommence your education, don’t you think so, cunt
sniffer?”
“Yes
Mistress Cassie.” I humbly agreed.
“Go
to the bedroom and undress.” She commanded. I did as I was ordered. Cassie
followed me and stood in the doorway to the bedroom as I undressed. As soon as
I was naked, she ordered me onto the bed. “Arms wide!” She snapped, grabbing my
right wrist Cassie wrapped a loose piece of string around it, and then she did
the same to my left wrist. “Try and move.”
I
did so and found that my hands were tied to securely for me to move. She had
planned this! “Please Mistress Cassie!” I started to beg.
“There,
there. You’ll be sniffing my pussy soon enough, you must learn to be patient,
why don’t you practice deep breathing.”
I
realised that begging Cassie for mercy was pointless. I tugged the string ties
once more but they were tightly secure.
Cassie
had drawn the curtains, turning the bright strong afternoon sunlight into a
hazy, dusty mixture. “Ever shagged a girl?” She asked suddenly. “Answer me
honestly.”
“No
Mistress Cassie.” I admitted.
“I
thought not, ever seen a girls snatch?”
“No
Mistress Cassie.” I admitted again, this time blushing furiously.
“Ever
had a girlfriend, one that let you touch them up?”
“No
Mistress Cassie.” I admitted.
Cassie
started to laugh. I knew she would. I just had to lie there and suffer. “You
really are pathetic.” She said at last. “The only things you do are wank and
sniff your sisters dirty knickers.” As she spoke, Cassie started to unzip her
jeans. “We have no secrets, have we?” She stepped out of the jeans. “A slave
can’t have any secrets from his Mistress, and you know everything you need to
know about me, well you will, once you have learnt what pleases me.”
She
climbed onto the bed and then straddled me. I was helpless to stop her and she
knew it. Casually she positioned herself, she seemed in no hurry and why should
she be. I wasn’t going anywhere. Slowly Cassie settled herself. She sat across
my throat, resting her ass on my chest and leaving my nose pressed up against
the warm, slightly damp crotch of her panties. This close the smell was
overwhelming and was stronger than I remembered. She wriggled, adjusting her
position until she felt comfortable, her comfort made my breathing difficult.
“Breath
deep cunt sniffer.” She gloated down at me. “Nice big breaths. I want you to know my smell like you know your own.”
I
was learning that Cassie liked to talk. Of course, I didn’t know then that I
was her first and some of the talk was her way of giving herself courage. All
the time that Cassie was abusing me she was learning, but I didn’t know that
then. I just knew how much she weighed and how strong she smelt.
I
stared up into her face. This was a position I was becoming very used to,
beneath Cassie’s ass and staring between the canyons of her thighs up into her
face. It was a position of domination and right now Cassie was dominating me.
It was easy really. I had been almost breed for this service.
“You
have to learn to please Me.” Cassie
began again. “You must understand what pleases me, do you know what I mean by please me?”
I
couldn’t answer. I had eight stone of female sitting on my mouth. I didn’t
think that Cassie wanted a reply, like I said, she enjoyed talking, and if
talking put of her rubbing herself against me, then I’d let her.
“Of
course you don’t! How can you, if you have never even seen a girl’s pussy let
alone touched it? She sat back, allowing my to breath, but that wasn’t the
reason. Cassie smirked down at me. “Sniff!” She demanded.
I
did so and instantly caught the stink of her fart. I stared up at her in astonishment.
“Silent
but deadly!” She laughed. “Big sniff!” She cackled. I did I was told. Cassie
just smiled and smiled. “This is going to be very good.” She laughed. “Very,
very good.”
Cassie
rotated her position so that she had her arse in my face. I was to discover
that this was the position that all my mistresses preferred. I could easily
please them and should they wish to fart, well my nose was perfectly placed.
Cassie made sure that my nose was jammed between her buttock cheeks and then
she began to move from side to side and my head followed her. She moved and so
I moved. She squealed with laughter as if the fact was a great joke.
She
played with me. I cannot give any other description for what happen over the
next half hour. Cassie used me to experiment upon, seeking knowledge and
experience and using me as her lab rat, for if Cassie was inexperienced she
still had so much more than I did.
Eventually
she moved, more because she was getting cramps than for my benefit. I couldn’t
move anyway, so Cassie could move around the flat with utter confidence I would
be where she had left me. I just lay there, grateful for the relief and yet
utterly destroyed by the knowledge that Cassie would be back.
Finally,
Cassie returned, she had a glass and it was obvious that she had been drinking.
“Ready for the big event?” She asked. I thought that she was slurring her
words, but didn’t say anything. Placing the glass carefully on a small table,
Cassie pulled her top off and then unclipped her bra. She had small tits but
again I said nothing. Finally, she stepped out of her panties. She paused for
another large gulp before climbing back on to me. “Ready?” She was drunk. I’d
never really seen anyone drunk before, but I knew that Cassie drunk or getting
drunk. I didn’t realise then that she had needed the booze to do what she did
next.
Cassie
straddled my face and for the first time in my life a saw a real live pussy. I
had imagined what they might be like and as with any seventeen year old I’d
exchanged gossip and fantasies with my mates, but they were as naive as I was.
I wish that I could say that I found the sight attractive, but I didn’t. Cassie
was hairy and the lips of her sex were huge and hung down. I was shocked. I had
never imagined that a woman’s sex could be so ugly. Of course, I discovered
later that just like all women’s faces are different then so are their pussies.
I
groaned and Cassie mistook the reason. “What’s wrong little boy, can’t you
wait?” She lowered herself and although I pinned my head into the mattress
there was no escape, soon Cassie’s sex was hovering an inch above my face. I
could see every detail, the dark; tangle pubic hair, the dark pink flesh of her
outer lips and the paler pink of her inner lips. I shuddered. This was a moment
I’d never imagined. A moment I was to replay thousands of time, but at that
moment, I could think of nothing.
Cassie
settled down on my and I felt the hot, slickness of her pussy over my face. She
was smothering me, with my nose pressed against the prickly mound of her sex
and my mouth trapped beneath her cunt. I struggled, a hopeless gesture, but I
had to try. It seemed to amuse and then excite Cassie.
“What
is the matter?” She laughed. “Don’t you like the taste, or is it the smell?”
She wriggled across my face, smearing herself all over me. I gagged on the
taste, on the sensation of her body fluids on my tongue, on my lips.
Cassie
didn’t care; she was intoxicated, both by the alcohol and the sensations. As my
struggles weakened and fear of suffocation grew she eventually allowed me a
gasping breath of air, and then her naked body once more enveloped my face,
literally smothering my senses.
“Lick
me!” Cassie slurred. “I will only free you when you have satisfied me.” She raised
her ass off my face, not much but enough so that I could breath again. “Get on
with it!” She snarled.
I
had a choice, not much of one, but it was a choice. I could lick on her pussy
or I could endure more of her smothering. It didn’t take me long to decide,
even licking Cassie’s pussy had to be better than being smothered by it.
So,
I paid homage to her womanhood, beginning a career that has lasted over twenty
years. I was raw, utterly inexperienced, totally naïve as to a woman’s needs. I
knew that women had something called a clit or clitoris but where it was to be
found or what it looked like were mysteries to me.
Cassie
helped, positioning her body so that I could reach her, she swore and cursed
me, called me every name she could think of, told me I was the most useless
creation on God’s earth. I didn’t care. The verbal abuse was almost incidental
to the physical and mental abuse that she’d submitted me to.
Eventually
she came, emptying herself on to my face before collapsing across me. I lay there
waiting to be released as her cunt leaked its contents across my face and neck.
“Again!” Cassie demanded, positioning herself again.
“You
said!” I began but Cassie simply squashed the protest out of me, smothering me
until I was starting to see stars and feared for my life, then and only then
did she release me, and this time when she demanded my service I gave
everything that I had.
Finally,
even Cassie was satisfied. She rolled away, stood up on unstable legs and
tottered from my sight. I was just glad to be free of her, but eventually I
realised that she had left me. I tried to rise and was stunned by how weak I
felt, it was as if my muscles had been systematically drained of all strength.
Slowly I made my way to the door of the bedroom.
The
toilet flushed and a still naked Cassie appeared from the bathroom. She looked
across at me and smiled and for a terrible moment, I thought I’d be ordered
back to her bed. “Still here?” She said disdainfully.
“I
can go?” It felt as if my jaw had been dislocated and speech was a strange
action.
“Get
dressed first.” Cassie laughed mirthlessly at her joke. “First clean yourself
up, then you can go.”
So
ended my initiation but if I’d imagined that my punishment was at an end, then
I was to be sadly disillusioned. For within days Cassie had summoned me, again
and once more I fell beneath her suffocating rear.
After
that I fell further and further under Cassie’s spell and she grew to understand
the extent of her dominance of me, then so did the range of her punishments. I
was made to lick and kiss her arse hole, eventually making her climax, she used
toilet torture to further humiliate and dominate me.
I
was so utterly under her spell that I came to live for her call. Of course, I
couldn’t say anything within the family. It was our secret and that became a
major frustration for Cassie. She didn’t have my submission twenty-four hours a
day and that angered her. So eventually, she came up with an idea.
Of
course, she was smothering me when she announced her plan. “Next September
you’re joining a college in
“Yes
Mistress.” I mumbled.
I
had hoped that my family would mind, but they didn’t. I was the lone male and an
unnecessary lump about the house. So I moved out and under Cassie’s control and
domination.
I
suppose that’s where my story with Mistress Cassie ends. I was her slave for
another two years before she found a female partner and had no need for me. I
was passed on, and then on and then on. Successive mistresses, all of who
owned, used and abused me.
“Finish
now.” Mistress Miranda demands.
I
do so and turn to await my next instruction. I know what it will be. It was in
her voice and also in the womanly perfume she is giving off. She flops into her
favourite seat, her right leg raised and draped over the chair arm. She is
still wearing panties but they are no problem. She doesn’t say anything as I
drop to my knees and begin to crawl towards her. I know my place and my role to
perfection.