Darling! You won't believe what happened because of the Forum!!! | 2016

My Dearest Darling,

As you know I am now and will ever be a Slut, you have been my particular favorite; and ever will be.

When our schedules permit, you have been the most able to awaken in me, something I never thought possible, you have satisfied my every whim; and have become much more than a mere sexual partner.

My friend, I have so much to tell you since our last encounter!

I took your advice and inquired at the Forum on that website about finding a suitable submissive to practice my more forceful techniques upon. I was not dissapointed! Not at all. Once I winnowed it down to two candidates out of the hundreds that answered the posting I set them to their paces; finding out what they believed their limits were and asking for referrals from previous Dom/mes, and getting their sexual histories and STI test results. Upon that final check, I chose one to make my Sissy Bitch! He is rather normal looking, you would never in a blue moon think that he could become the vessel for so much abuse and humiliation.

He was shy to begin with, it was like coaxing a frightened kitten in out of the rain. We know what can happen when that kitten gets comfortable, it wants to cuddle in your lap and never leave!

At our initial meeting, he did exactly as instructed; he kissed my hand and bowed to me. He then leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "I am your Sissy Bitch, command me Mistress." He did not flub a single syllable! We then went on to sipping Iced Tea, and talking of small personal matters. He really is very charming, witty and even sweet. You would approve; I think. Will approve, someday, I am certain of it.

We decided to meet at one of those chain hotels, you know the type, offering breakfast amenities and a pool, so as to not frighten the other guests, we agreed that he would be panty gagged, to stop his cries of either pleasure, or more importantly of his pain from bringing a phone call of a noise complaint and breaking the mood.

His body, is marvelous. You know I am not a stickler for physical perfection, as I find all bodies perfect in one way or another, especially when they are naked for my pleasure. His frame is not rock solid like that of a youth, but is slightly yielding; just what I like in a sub; to have his body and mind to be complimentary aspects.

In his daily life, he is a professional and responsible, in this experiment...he is what I demand!

He was quiet, as we made our way to the room from the hotel lobby bar where we agreed to meet.

He again kissed my hand and bowed to me, when I closed the door to the room. I had him prepare, undressing slowly for me, no hesitation or fear was showing on his face. He was calm, like he had been waiting for me his entire life; knowing one day I would come to him and make his dreams a reality.

I had him strip completely, then I affixed the restraints to his wrists and ankles securing them with a small lock; handcuff style in front of him. He was new to the spreader bar, it was a new feeling for him to not be able to bring his legs together.

It added a delicious spice of uncertainty and apprehension to him.

I first started him off very gently, by having him sit quietly on his knees, his forehead touching the floor. The stillness of his repose, as I finished up with my final preparations, was something to behold. He uttered not a word, his breathing was calm and he looked serene. I watched him, as he knelt before me; for some time after I had the rigging ready to bind him to it when the time was right.

Having just enough slack in the ropes for him to be able to roll with the punches, is so important you know.

To add to his humiliation, I had decided to have him wear an old ragged pair of fishnet stockings I had tucked in the back of my toy box! I know how you know you like to call it Pandora's Box! You said it was called that, because after I unpack all of the toys all you have left is hope when I am finished with you. Well, that is; hope for another chance to be with me!

As he knelt before me, I had to choose what I would kiss his skin with to begin. My hands softly caressed the crop, the cane, the hair brush, then the paddle and finally my favorite: my flogger! I decided to warm him up a little, to get him in the mood. First with my hands, clad in soft leather gloves...you know the ones with the fur at the cuffs.

I had him present to me his ass for inspection, and like a good little sissy bitch he popped it right up for me and never pulled his head off the floor. I started by rubbing his ass with my gloved hand, tracing the line down from his ass crack to the seam of his balls, cupping them to feel how filled they already were. I had instructed him, no orgasms for a full 48 hours before our meeting as I wanted him full to the bursting point. I did have him edge for me, as I watched him on video chat. He was such a good boy, only getting to the point of his cock drooling with precum, but not going over the edge.

He quivered, as I lightly grazed his skin.

When I stroked him to the point of being rock hard, I started to tie his balls and cock using a leg of a set of thigh high stockings, cut in half lengthwise for just such an occasion. His balls looked like giant pink walnuts when I was through. I then tied the ends around his waist, so his cock was not in my way for what was to come next.

I started by just tapping on his ass, with my finger tips, from up high at his waist moving slowly down to his thighs. I moved in a decreasing circles, going form his ass to his balls, tapping and giving quick little slaps, just to warm him up. I then went a bit harder. Using the technique of slapping in an upwards direction, like I was catching his flesh. It gives such a crisp snapping sound! His ass cheek giggled at each new application of force.

I am glad that I had the sense to jam my panties in his mouth before starting, as he was already moaning in pleasure. For the moment at least.

The first real slap to his balls caused him to rock forward, the shock of the sensation making his head spring up from the floor! He cried out against the gag, and I could hear him mumble a "Thank you , Mistress", without any hesitation. It was thrilling to see!

I continued in a steady rhythm, to slap his balls, differing the intensity up and down, caressing them in between crushing them in my hands. I found that twisting them in my hands, gave me even more leverage to inflict more suffering. He was shuddering, as his balls started to weep a steady stream of precum from the tip of his swollen and slightly purple cock. It had only been 10 minutes, so it was time to unwind the bindings and let the blood flood back in.

You should have heard his intake of breath as that first full surge of blood hit his oxygen starved nerve endings! It was like watching someone being hit with a Taser, the way he stiffened and writhed.

He started to beg me at this point, he wanted so badly to cum.

I had merely started my abuse of him.

I had him get off of the floor, and lay on the bed. I secured his restraints to the rigging I had in place. His body had a sheen of sweat, it made him glisten. You know me, the smell of the male of our species, is irresistible to me when there is not just the scent of lust but spiked with a little bit of fear as well.

I was happy to not have my panties on, because I myself was very wet from the discipline I was doling out. My vulva and labia were starting to swell, and my clit was already hard; my nipples so hard that I needed them suckled before I could continue my assault on his body.

I leaned over him, my breasts heavy in front of his face, and I asked his still gagged form, if he thought he was special enough to suck on my tits...he pleaded with me to remove the gag so he could service me, my needs were his, and it would be his honor to pleasure me in this way...anything I wanted he would do! Or, at least that I what it sounded to me, with my panties wadded up in his mouth. He could have been reciting the monologue from Monty Python's Holy Grail...that whole "Shrubbery" scene you know I love so well!

I did however remove his gag, and when I got my tits close to him, he asked permission to suckle! As I looked into his eyes, he pulled my right nipple into his mouth and started to suck. At first slowly, and then as I commanded, much, much harder. He seemed to be starving for my tits. I felt the heaviness in my tits start to crest, like a wave. I could feel myself start to let down and flow into his mouth. Those exercises have been working, I was feeding him. The milk just a small dribble, as I pulled my tit out to inspect it. Just a drop of milk was left to sit like a pearl on the tip of my nipple. I ordered him to lick it off, and as he looked me deeply in the eyes: he obeyed. I switched breasts, the left is smaller you know, but just as heavily full. He suckled, like it was the only thing saving him from further punishment. He suckled and butted my tit, I held it in front of him, massaging it, as he sucked. I saw a thin trickle of milk, escape from the corner of his mouth.

Knowing he was fully engrossed in his tit play, I reached down between his legs to stroke and fondle his cock and balls. His quick intake of air through his nose was something of a pleasant surprise. It was as if he was waiting for me to continue to touch and explore his body. He was ready once again to be pushed to his limits. And I was happy to do so. I had him release my nipple, it was pleasantly emptied, he licked them clean as the last drop was brought to the surface.

I then kissed him, very gently, and as I gazed into his eyes, I told him how special he was to be allowed to be my little bitch. He then asked, "Mistress, please...don't be so gentle this time...I can take more." You might well have hit the button to all of my pleasure centers at once. My eyes opened wider, my nostrils flared and I kid you not, I growled! I checked his restraints, made sure he had good blood flow to both his hands and his feet and decided what next to use to continue his ordeal.

I chose, as no surprise: my flogger! There is something about the feel of the shaft in my hand that just puts me into a calm and serene place as I deliver each stroke. The soft sounds of the strands as the come first into soft contact, then the solid "flop" sound as the weight of the accumulated mop of leather hits the body! It does put me into a bit of a trance.

As I dragged the leather across his body, I placed my panties back into his mouth. I had wiped my slick pussy clean, so he could taste the recharged flavor of my wet pussy on the material. He moaned as his tongue worked to get the last of my juices from the panties, that soft lace does hold a bit of my flavor to relish. I tied his cock again, so it was fully resting on his abdomen. His cock is not freakishly big, he is well in the range of normal. It is actually very beautiful as cocks go, you know how much of a fan I am of a fully erect cock, Mmmm. I do love them! As a Slut, I do have my weaknesses.

He groaned as I slid my hand along his cock head, it was wet already with his seepage. I took my tongue, and captured this tribute to my efforts. He again moaned and closed his eyes relishing the sensation of my warm wet tongue on this very sensitive part of his body. With one hand, I reached up to pinch his nipple, softly at first, then grabbing as much as his skin as my grasp would allow, and pulling as hard as I could. He arched his back into the pull, as if to try to lessen my grip. That made me pinch and pull harder. I ordered him to open his eyes and told him to stop being such a little Sissy Bitch. To take it in stillness. He immediately slammed back into the bed, frozen, such instant obedience brought a delighted purr of "Good, Little Bitch." from my lips.

I pulled as I stroked his cock. He was fully hard now, his uncontrolled twitches, giving proof of how much he liked my merciless attention to his nipples. He kept muttering, "Thank you, Mistress!" over and over again. I gazed into his eyes, and told him, he had better not cum without permission, if he did, the punishment would make anything before this pale in comparison. He nodded and I raised an eyebrow, waiting for a split second, before his mumble of, "Yes, Mistress." was discernible.

I sat astride him, my back to his face. I had his legs, still spread, his cock fully hard and his balls defenseless. I started with a slap from my now bare fingers, just to wake up the nerve endings. I continued until I could feel the fullness of his balls change, I could feel his testes, settle back and down as if trying to flee from the attentions I was giving him. I gripped him with both hands, pulling on his scrotum, and capturing both of his balls within his sack. I gave them a merciless twist, locking them into his sack.

I then with my full hand started to slap his sack with crushing blows. He was bucking and jerking, to try to find a way to avoid the full onslaught of the blows raining down on him. I stopped suddenly and leaned forward, to give a soft full tongue lick of his balls, placed a little kiss and then bit his sack. I bit and pulled, shaking my head just a little to his muffled scream of terror induced pain. I had given him the most feared thing men had admitted to me, the fear of being bitten on their most treasured of toys! His body went limp, his cock throbbed; I knew he was getting ready to cum. He moaned and groaned, his body caught between pleasure and the intense pain he was in. He begged against the gag to be allowed to climax. "Please, Mistress, please...let me cum...I'll be a good little bitch, I promise I will be!"

Being the good Domme I am, I leaned back and said, "Not yet you pathetic little bitch, you still have a few services I require of you before I let you cum." And with that I rolled off of his torso.

I let him have a few moments to relax, his body tense with anticipated release. I undid his clips, his arms now free in front of him. His hands of their own volition, searching to rub his abused balls and cock. I slapped him, hard across the chest, and told him to keep his hands up; if his balls were to be soothed, it would be by my hands, not his to do so. I had him stand up, his legs a little unsteady, the spreader bar making him take a lower crouching stance than he had before.

I had him nearly at eye level with me, as I had refrained from wearing my heels and told him to lean down just a little bit. I was now going to put his collar on him, and I needed to have better access to his neck. I tightened the leather strap, making sure I had a two finger looseness to it, so I could bring him in closer as I needed to control his movements. I decided to leave the spreader bar for the moment, as I clipped his leash into the big O-ring in the front of his collar.

I had him stand as close to attention as I could, so I could stroke his now semi-soft penis back to fully erect. I pulled the gag and kissed him deeply. As we feasted on each others lips and tongues, he began to moan against my mouth. I pulled his leash hard, bringing him closer to me. I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. I told him to be perfectly still, as I went to my knees before him. I grasped his balls in one hand and his cock in the other. I looked up at him and told him to not take his eyes off of mine, and to not make a single sound, and I then took him fully into my mouth, in one fluid motion.

His cock, beyond rigid, started to twitch as he felt the warmth of my mouth engulf him, I squeezed his balls hard, and pulled them towards me, his hips having no choice but to follow.

Now, this is where I explain why I love a normally sized penis so fucking much. I can fuck one with my mouth until the sun goes out! The feel of his shaft, rock hard just for me to enjoy, is one of the finest things, in my opinion ever to exist. A normal sized cock, is a pleasure to suck to the back of my throat, so he can feel me swallow him down!

Bliss, my love, sheer bliss!

He was sucking air like a man drowning, in order to obey me and not to make a sound. I pulled and pushed, using his balls to control his movements in and out of my mouth. I could taste the seminal fluid as it escaped his balls, he was rich and thick already, so close to cumming! He looked down with so much control, a tear escaping his eyes, as he begged me for permission to cum.

His face, flushed. His breathing coming in ragged gulps. I leaned back and stared directly into his pleading eyes, and said in a dead calm voice; nearly a growling purr. "Now, you little bitch, cum on my tits."

I gave his balls the hardest hit so far, his moan escaping his clenched teeth, my mouth and hands working his cock in a frenzy of lust and abuse. I was squeezing his balls so hard, he was whimpering as he thrust his pelvis into my greedy mouth and hands. He called out, and exclaimed, "Mistress, your little sissy bitch is coming!" I pulled his cock head out of my mouth as one gush after another of hot, rich sticky cum splattered my tits. My hands pulling hard on his cock, as my other hand fully grasped his balls, milking out every drop in his balls. I continued to stroke and pump, after he had climaxed, the pleasure torture of his cock, not completed. He was begging for me to stop, the sensory input too much for his body and brain to process. He was trying to get away from me, but my knee weighing down his spreader bar was too much for him to fight in his weakened condition.

He remained standing, barely. His knees weakened to the point of near collapse. I released him from the spreader bar, his hands still locked firmly in front of his body. He dropped in front of me, saying over and over, "Thank you Mistress, it was my privilege to serve as your sissy bitch!"

I then grabbed him by the back of his neck and wiped his face into the globs of cum on my tits. Spreading it onto his face in a self produced facial, and ordered him to lick up the rest of his mess. He looked at me in horror, and mewled, that he just could not do it...he could not lick up his own cum.

Enraged at his disobedience, I hauled him up by his cock and balls and herded him into the shower enclosure; forcing him to kneel at my feet. I forced him to look me in the eyes, his leash held as tight as I could as I forced his face into my pussy lips. Swollen with lust and engorged with rage, I pulled his mouth to my clit, and forced him to suck me off. My pussy battering into his face, his tongue sticking out as I ground my hot wet sex into his open mouth. As I started to crest,I told him, "Since you would not do as I commanded, you fucking little bitch, I will show you how a little bitch ends up, when he disobeys." And with that I let loose with a stream of hot piss! A full stream into his mouth, down his chin and all over his chest. I continued to piss on him and forcing him to still lap, lick and suck until I came in his mouth with a crashing climax. Rocking into his face as I came, telling him to keep sucking on my clit...not to stop, until I was truly spent.

I fell to my knees, looking him in the eye once more and grabbing him by the face. "Do you still refuse to obey me, you little bitch?" I quietly said to him, not an inch from his urine and cum covered face. He looked deeply into my eye and said, "Mistress, I just wanted to see if I could push you farther than you have ever been pushed before, like you have done for me." as he leaned down and licked every drop of his cum from my tits. He gazed into my eyes, as I slowly leaned in and tenderly kissed him as I removed his collar.

Now, just as two people, not Mistress and bitch. We comforted each other, and as the water from the shower bathed us in it's warmth, we knew we would again come together in an exploration of each others bodies and limits. For as long as our bodies and hearts could find the energy to mingle.

I am so happy, my dear Darling! You were right, that I should continue to push the envelope of my pleasures,

Loving Regards, Slut