Women Training Men to be Sissy Servants, Laughing at Male’ With Small Penises and Denying Them Orgasms
Women Training Men to be Sissy Servants, Laughing at Male’ With Small Penises and Denying Them Orgasms
Novice Mistress’ Beginning Story
Novice Mistress’ Beginning Story
She was standing in the rush hour subway car and looked to be in her mid twenties. Full breasts contoured a red blouse beneath her open jacket. An above the knee skirt hugged her hips and thighs. Spikes and dark nylons completed the outfit. But it was her legs and shoes which got my attention, and she knew it. In a subtle tease, she moved first one foot and then the other occasionally dropping a hip, making a show for me through eight stations.
At my stop, she got off just ahead of me but I lost sight of her as all the other people left the train. But when I reached the street she was standing there looking somewhat confused.
It gave me the perfect opportunity. “May I help’” I asked.
“Thank you,” she responded. “I’m looking for the Prince George Hotel.”
Luckily, it was just around the corner from my office so I offered to walk her there. We introduced ourselves and Brenda told me she was going to the hotel for a day of interviews leading, she hoped, to an important new job.
I asked if she’d be free for lunch, mentioning we could meet in the hotel coffee shop. She agreed and, after a morning of anticipation, I rushed over to the restaurant and had staked-out a table by 12:25. She arrived ten minutes later. We talked about a number of things during our meal ‘ her interviews that morning, what she faced during the afternoon, which part of the city she lived in ‘ that sort of small talk.
Over coffee, Brenda said the way I’d looked at her on the subway that morning had made her feel good about herself. It gave her confidence, she said, as she headed for the interviews.
“You’re easy to look at,” I reinforced.
“Most guys tend to fix their attention on my boobs,” she said, “but I noticed your concentration was a little lower.”
“Well,” I smiled, “I guess I’m just a foot and shoe freak, though I sure noticed your upper body, too.”
“Do you really like shoes and feet’” she asked.
In a bold move for me, I admitted high heeled shoes and boots turn me on and that I often fantasize about worshipping a woman’s feet. She perked up, wanting to know more. I said I’d regularly go on mental merry go round rides with my fantasies about being submissive to a beautiful woman. It got back, I said, to all those cliches about I’d be your slave if only…’ and worshipping the ground she walks on…’ and ‘kneeling and begging for her hand, for forgiveness, for another chance…’ and so on.
Unlike others, I said, I took it literally; that a beautiful woman in spike shoes got me into a mind-set involving adoration.
A thoughtful look appeared on her face as she said, “Perhaps you’d be appreciative if I gave you a chance to explore this fetish of yours for shoes, feet and submission.”
“I’d love it,” I told her.
“Then pay the bill and follow me.”
I did, then followed Brenda to an exit door at the far side of the hotel lobby. She went up the stairs first, me lingering behind as I watched her ass, legs and shoes ascend before me. At the first landing, she moved ahead four steps, turned and faced me. Smiling, she said hotel stairs were rarely used and this would give us a bit of privacy.
Extending a leg so her shoe was level with my face, she said, “Give it a kiss.”
I leaned a bit and kissed the toe of her shoe.
“You can do better than that,” she said. “Come up two steps, kneel and give it a good licking. Do the whole shoe.”
I licked her leather from toe to heel. She even lifted and arched her foot in an unspoken command to suck. The more I kissed, licked and sucked, the more I wanted. And Brenda knew it.
“We can’t keep this up for long,” she said. “Someone’s bound to come along. Stand up.”
Brenda said she had more high heels and boots at home and perhaps I might come over some time to have a look. “Would you like that’” she asked.
I said I’d love it.
We arranged for me to drop by her place that night.
After working the rest of the afternoon ‘ in total pre occupation with Brenda ‘ I went directly to her apartment. As she let me in, I noticed she was still wearing the shoes she’d let me kiss and lick earlier. She poured wine while I made myself comfortable on her chesterfield. Sitting beside me and sipping from her glass, she got right to the point.
“I enjoyed seeing you in that subservient manner today. The rest of the afternoon, I couldn’t get out of my mind the fact you were on your knees before me.”
I said I, too, had enjoyed being at her feet and admitted to the hope I would have the chance to do it again.
“Then, what are we waiting for’” she said more than asked. “Kneel before me right now.”
I knelt before her, head bowed. She crossed her legs, looked down at me and said she felt like a queen with a slave.
My submissiveness shone through as I whispered, “Yes, I am your slave.”
“Do you really feel you have enough of a slavish mind set to serve me’” she asked.
“Yes, I do,” I responded.
“I know I like seeing you on your knees. Maybe my need is a perfect foil for your slavish desire to serve.”
I observed this could be good for both of us. Brenda said she’d never done anything kinky but she admitted she liked how this was shaping up. A moment later, she said, “Well, slave, I want my shoes kissed, licked and sucked again. Get busy.”
In an automatic reflex to her calling me ‘slave’, I said, “Yes, Mistress,” and began laving the high heel of her crossed leg.
“Mistress!” She exclaimed. “I like that. If a man is a master, a woman in control is a mistress. Say it again, slave.”
“Mistress,” I replied. “I love the thought of being your slave and I’m deeply grateful you’ve allowed me the opportunity to express that desire.”
“Good,” she responded, “because I intend learning all I can about this facet of our sexuality. There are books dealing with foot fetishism. In fact, I think I have some old Forum magazines where heels, foot worship and slavery are discussed. But I need to know more. Drop some off tomorrow night. Knock on my door, leave the package and go. I’ll call you in a few days when I’m ready to take both of us deeper into my ownership of a male slave.”
I promised I would.
“Before you leave,” she said, “I want you to suck my toes through my nylons, every one.”
I slipped her shoe off and began with the small toe, sucking and kissing it, then each of the other four toes. As I was loving them, Brenda had moved her other foot to my crotch and was rubbing my erection with her shoe. Jamming all five toes into my mouth, she manipulated my cock and balls with her shod foot to the point where I ejaculated in my underwear.
“Now,” she said, “crawl over to the door and get out. I expect to see that material no later than tomorrow night.”
The next day I got what I could on the subject of Female Domination, high heels, bondage and discipline, humiliation and exotic apparel. I even found a copy of Mistress Natalie’s Guide to Foot Worship.’ That night, I knocked on her door, dropped the package and got out of sight. I saw her appear and pick it up.
For the next few days I kept wondering if Brenda would call. A week later, she did, telling me to come to her place that night. At precisely 6:45 I knocked on her door and heard her call to come in.
Brenda was on the couch, legs crossed, wearing a black leather skirt, a black push up bra, elbow length gloves, seamed stockings and knee high, stiletto heeled boots. Her breasts spilling over the bra and the flash of thigh at the top of her nylons made me dizzy.
“Close the door and get in here,” she commanded.
Coming to my senses, I obeyed. I was in awe. She was a vision of a magazine perfect dominant and alluring female.
“It seems you approve of what you see,” she said.
“Yes, Mistress, you’re gorgeous.”
“Tonight we’re going much further than that session in the stairway. Take off every stitch of clothing and get down on your knees here at my feet.”
I took everything off quickly, put my clothes in a pile on the floor and went to my knees before her.
“Lick my boots, slave,” she ordered.
I bent my head and began.
“I read everything, slave, and I even looked up some old letters I’d seen in Forum. I’m surprised I didn’t twig to this scene earlier. The photo guide was great, too. I didn’t know a slave would take a whipping just for the privilege of jerking off onto his mistress’ boot and then lick it clean. Does your slavishness go that far’”
I said my lust, passion and obsession for her was so overpowering that, yes, I would suffer such humiliation at her hands . . . and revel in it.
“I’ve never whipped a man,” she said. “But seeing you so obsequious and watching you lick leather is a strong motivator. I’d like to try it. Any objections, slave’”
“No, Mistress. You’re so beautiful.”
“Good, because I’ve already bought some toys. I took a lot of guidance from the photos you dropped off last week. Here’s something. Let me buckle it on. And I’ve got a leash for you, too.”
While I’d done this sort of thing before, I couldn’t help my contradictory feelings of shame and being sexually turned on. After snapping the leash onto the collar she’d just put around my neck, Mistress Brenda produced a cat’o'nine tails whip and, shaking it out, said, “Now that you’re collared and leashed like a dog, I’m going to take you for a little walk. Stay on all fours.”
She was a pace ahead of me as she led me around her apartment. The stimulation of seeing the leather skirt snug on her ass and the spiked heels just ahead of my eyes caused an erection of enormous proportions. And seeing the whip in one hand and my leash in the other made my obsession take over, shame overlooked.
She returned to her seat, putting my tongue back to work on her boots. Her dominant ability and natural poise were amazing. Mistress Brenda apparently felt totally at ease having a slave on her leash as he licked her boots in appreciation. Seeing my erection, she said, “I’m glad you’re in the right frame of mind. If you think you’re turned on now, just wait.”
She put leather cuffs on my wrists and ordered them behind my back. Attaching them, putting me into bondage, she said, “You know, slave, I’m betting that since you had the chance to look beforehand at all those books, you were hoping I’d tie you up. Am I right’”
“Yes, Mistress. You’ve already gone much further than I could have hoped. I find you exciting, and I did from the first moment I saw you on the subway train.”
“Yes, I know, slave,” she said, rubbing my cock with her boot in a slow, sensuous rhythm. “And when you told me about being a shoe and foot freak that day, did you ever imagine it would get to this point’”
My cock was gushing a stream of pre cum as I answered, “No, Mistress Brenda, I didn’t.”
“And now you’re naked, bound, collared, leashed and on your knees before me. And my boot is stroking your cock. I love the power and, I admit, I’m turned on. Here, let me get a little of that on my toe so you can lick it off.”
She fondled my dick with her foot, then offered her boot for me to lick clean. I slowly used my tongue to wipe the clear fluid from her leathered toe.
“We talked about giving you a whipping. In all seriousness, do you really want me to whip you’”
She asked why.
“It’s not because I like the pain, Mistress. Rather, it’s the symbolism. For days I will know I was whipped by a beautiful woman, that she whipped me because she enjoyed it, and that it reinforced my slave status to her.”
“Good,” she responded, walking me by the leash to the end of her couch. “I’m anxious to begin. Lean over the couch so your ass is in the air. I want a good target.”
Before I bent, Mistress Brenda got a small strip of leather, wrapped it around my ball bag and asked, “Does that hurt’”
“She pulled tighter and I winced. “It hurts properly now,” she said.
“Good. Drape yourself over the arm of the couch and get set for your new mistress’ first whipping.”
It was difficult getting into position. Finally, I just fell forward on my face. Mistress Brenda got down beside me and drew my head to her breast, telling me to kiss and lick it. Doing so, I became more addicted to her femininity, kissing her breast with passion. Slowly, she pulled away and gave me an open mouthed, tongue penetrating kiss. Disengaging herself, she stood, took the whip into her gloved hand and said, “I’m looking forward to this. Who could ever have imagined that a woman, by whipping a man, could make him even more of a slave’”
She bent, ran her hand over the surface of my buttocks, then stood tall. A moment later, I felt the first lash of the first sexual whipping Mistress Brenda had ever given. Tentative, her blows were far from full force. She had a sensual way of using the whip and I was lifting my ass to meet her lashes. Seeing I wasn’t suffering major discomfort, she flogged harder.
“I like the way your bum comes up in anticipation, slave. And, more importantly, I like whipping you.”
Taking two final strokes, Mistress Brenda sat on the couch. At her direction, I struggled off the sofa’s armrest and once again knelt before her, licking her boots and thanking her for my discipline.
Holding the leash and the whip, she said, “Slave, I’m enjoying this. I like having a man who, because I whip him, loves me all the more. I feel incredibly desirable and sexy. Those welts on your ass will be gone in a couple of hours but just seeing them and knowing I did it makes me feel great. And your cock is telling me all I need to know about how you feel. Does it still hurt having your balls tied up and your cock at full mast’”
“Yes, Mistress Brenda, it does. I want to cum so bad.”
“You’re a long way from that yet, slave. These new rules mean that I get mine first and then, maybe, I’ll let you have yours. I want that dog tongue of yours to work its way up my boot, the stocking, the skin of my thigh and, if I think you’ve done a good job, my beautiful, little pussy. Get busy.”
This was a wet dream come true. I couldn’t believe my luck at finding a beautiful woman a Female Domination novice who loved being a Mistress. I did as I was told, working my tongue up one leg and then the other. When my face got to her crotch, she had me lick her panty covered pussy. I made the surface wet before Mistress Brenda pushed my head away and took them off. She pulled my hair and leash, guiding me back to her sweet and bare triangle. I sucked, kissed and licked her clitoris until my face was covered with her juices. She ground her muff onto my face, fucking it as she moaned in ecstasy. She rested for a few moments before ordering my face down to the floor.
Taking the whip in her hand again, she said, “Now, slave, you pay the price for having enjoyed my boots, legs, thighs and pussy.”
I felt the whip land on my buttocks. Mistress Brenda punctuated my whipping by saying, “I want you to . . . come here every Thursday . . . night. And, every Thursday . . . night, I’m going to have you . . . lick and worship anything I put . . . before you. You’re my slave, slave . . . and being my slave means . . . that you can expect . . . to have your ass whipped . . . whenever I feel like it . . . And I think I’m going to be feeling like it a lot.”
Moving away from me, I heard her command, “Get back up on your knees, here.” Mistress emphasized her order by snapping her fingers and pointing to the floor at her feet. “Turn around,” she ordered. She released my cuffed hands, but I felt only a moment of freedom as she connected them again at the front of my body.
“Now it’s your turn, slave. I want you to use your left hand to play with your balls and your right hand to pull on that cock. That’s it, slave, make your hand a blur. Fuck your fist. Squeeze those balls. Roll them in your palm. I want you to cum for me. You’re getting close, aren’t you’”
“Yes, Mistress. Please, please may I cum’”
Crossing her leg and positioning the toe of her boot directly below the head of my cock, she said, “Cum, slave. Cum all over my boot. Now.”
In a frenzy, I released. My orgasm was mind blowing, combining the excruciating eroticism of Mistress Brenda’s attire, her dominant attitude, her poise, and the satisfaction I felt being the slave of this beauty.
After I’d fully ejaculated, she looked at me with a slight smile and commanded, “Lick it clean, slave. I want my boot to shine and I want all of your cum in your mouth. Swallow every drop.”
I licked her boot in long, loving motions, scooping the cum into my mouth, until her boot gleamed. I swallowed.
Brenda had become a Mistress.
Mistress Brenda owned her first slave.
Originally posted 2013-08-24 08:59:15. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
He arrived at Mistresses rooms at the appointed time. He dared not be early or late. He knocked on her door and waited. Mistress opened the door and led him silently to her special room. The room had a brass bed and a black massage bench. The room also had racks holding various bondage and discipline items, a wardrobe with more equipment and clothes, and a large locking rope pulley connected to a reinforced hook in the high ceiling.
He stripped, as was expected, placed his clothes on the chair and stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
“I need a toilet slut!” Mistress stated. “I’m here, let me have the honour of serving you Mistress” he said. “Kneel and open your slut mouth so I can relieve myself” Mistress commanded. He knelt, mouth open, she moved so her piss hole was just in front of his mouth. She had drank about a litre and a half of water 40 minutes ago and was ready to let loose with a golden torrent. As she pissed into his mouth he tried to swallow it all but was unable to contain all of her flow. The overflow spilled over his body. He knew he would be in trouble for spilling her precious golden juice.
“SLUT! You have spilled my golden juice. You will be punished!” she hissed. “Clean yourself up and get yourself ready” Mistress commanded. “Yes Mistress, thankyou Mistress” he whimpered. She left the room as he cleaned up the mess.
A few minutes later slut had fitted the cock ring and cage to his cock and balls. The equipment held everything tight and accessible. He was standing naked, ready for his punishment. He dared not say anything.