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Forced Stacy shook her tousled mane of blond hair and looked contemptuously at her slave, now cowering on all fours in front of her. “Why do I bother with you, you little shit!”, she exclaimed. For his part, Steven, tried to make amends by showering Stacy's strappy high heeled-clad feet with slobbering kisses. Stacy kicked in disgust at him, the blow glancing off his right ear. “Park it Buster. These feet are way too good for you!” Steven looked – and felt – miserable. He had been serving Stacy for just over six weeks now and was hopeful of being collared soon as her fourth personal slave. Now? The problem was he just didn't do guys. Had zero interest in them. Stacy had ordered him to fellate her latest stud and, to his credit, Steven had approached the gigantic cock... even touched it with his hand. But the leer on the guy's face and the unpleasant odor had brought him up sharp. “I'm sorr -eee!”, he moaned. “I just can't!” Stacy knew that he was straight when when she agreed to train him and so far his training had proceeded pretty much on schedule. He was great at presenting and had a lovely, shaved smooth asshole which she loved penetrating over and over again with her 9” strap-on. He also gave delightful little yelps when she rammed it home. Then too, his oral service was exceptional and he had given her more consecutive orgasms than any other oral performer. And wasn't his toilet service stellar as well? Why she could count on Steven to gulp her nectar as fast as she could gush it forth, never spilling a drop. But this refusal? This was a deal breaker for her. She racked her brain trying to think. Surely there was a way to crack this little wimp. But what? Like most subs he craved humiliation, pain, servitude. But where in his psyche could she find that last key to completely unlock and lay bare all his inhibitions? Oh sure she could use the cat o' nine and beat him senseless with it. Or rack him up until he was screaming in agony. But Stacy got her rushes by psychological domination. By besting her little subbies with the power of her mind, not brute force. She was still thinking about the conundrum when the phone rang. “Yes?” It was Auburn. “What's up gal?” Auburn was her mostly vanilla but informed-as-to-Stacy's-lifestyle shopping buddy. “I was wondering... do you think I might take some fem domme photos at your place?”, queried Auburn.”I've got this great idea for a Ms article.” This was a surprise. Auburn had never expressed any interest in her sexual proclivities before. “Sure! We'd love to have you!”, said she. “OK”, Auburn replied. “I'll get my stuff and be over in 10.” “I'll have these sorry ass subbies looking presentable by then.” Stacy quickly fired orders at her stable of four. “Get your vanilla clothes on and spruce up a bit. You're gettin' your picture taken!” Moments later the doorbell squawked and answering it revealed a stunning 5' 9” redhead with an hourglass figure and chiseled features. Auburn struggled with her gear and, seeing the difficulty, Stacy barked at her stable to lend a hand. All four made a beeline for the front door almost knocking down poor Auburn in the process. This was too much for Stacy and after the commotion had died down and both Auburn and photographic equipment were safely settled she ordered all four to drop their trousers and underwear, kneel down and point their bums in the air. She chuckled at Auburn, “so now you can see what I have to deal with.” Approaching the first raised bum she took careful aim and brought her crop down smartly on the waiting bottom. “Crack!” Then crack, crack, crack crack! The slave winced with each stroke and his penis, shrunken with the pain, quivered and bobbed about. Auburn, taking immense interest in the proceedings looked on with a half smile playing across her full lips. She asked, “Oh! Can I do one?” Wordlessly Stacy handed the crop to Auburn who looked like a waiting for Santa. She lightly flicked the crop over the exposed balls of the nearest sub and then laughed gleefully when he flinched. “Hey! I like this!” Studying the faces of the four she honed in on Steven who had been sneaking surreptitious glances at her, then looking away quickly when their eyes met. “And who's this little man?” Bending down she gathered up his cock and balls in her left hand and squeezed. Nothing. Harder this time. A moan. Full inspection of Steven's cock, then a pronouncement. “This one is sorta cute”, looking full in Steven's face while she said it. Steven dared not move from his position and his face was now inches away from Auburn's leather pumps. Seeing him looking at them she grazed his cheek with the left one. “Get your tongue out when a lady's shoe is within reach!” roared Stacy. Obligingly, Steven began licking the shoe which its owner was shedding offering her foot instead to the wet tongue. Giggling, Auburn sighed, “More of the same. I love this.” To be continued.... |
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3/2/2019 8:16 am |
Very good. I see you like to write. I look forward for more.
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