patti - Dominica's Stories

MzDominica's slave

nospam@example.com (patti) — Mon, 13 Nov 2006 14:21:26 -0500

We were late, again, so parking was a problem. She didn�t mind that much, of course. She liked the idea of making me walk. She liked attention, and She knew even in South Beach leading me down the street in panties and a small baby tee and high black stiletto heels, rubber leggings and gloves would turn a few heads. The click of the leash snapping into the ring stitched into my thick leather collar sent my head reeling. I looked at Her, to see if She wanted me to cum. Snapping noises triggered me, making me so close to cumming and then a lot of times She just had me do it, cum for Her right then, in a restaurant or on the street, in a store, in all kinds of places to teach me, teach me that I had to do whatever She wanted no matter what.

Dominica, sauntered down the street, in no particular hurry. My leash was in Her left hand, and I followed behind Her, four steps back and to Her left, my eyes, focused only on the back of Her feet, as instructed. It was a little hard to walk on such high heels with my hands cuffed in front of me. watching Her feet got me so turned on. i knew by the time we got to the party that I�d be soaking wet between my legs. last time She had a bunch of Her girl friends come over and touch me and laugh about how wet I was. they were saying how I got even wetter than they did, and how they�d like to see me fucked from both ends.

I could hear voices all around me. this one faggy voice wanted to know how much I cost. a couple of guys started talking about how big my tits are and what they wanted to do to me, between making animal like noises. it made me feel really self-conscious so I made sure I thrust my chest out even more so that they could see how big my tits are. I really like to have my tits stroked and sucked. I think Daddy has trained me to open my legs to be fucked whenever somebody touches my tits, but I�m not sure cuz it�s so hard to remember things, except how good it feels to be a sex kitten for my Daddy all of the time.

Daddy is my whole world. I don�t know what I�d do without Her. I feel Her eyes on me all the time and I can�t imagine what it would be like not to feel that. She knows everything, cuz I think She makes me confess to Her in our little training sessions, but I can�t remember telling Her some stuff.

Daddy likes me in only my panties and something tight over my titties, especially if She thinks someone will see me dressed that way.. Before the time when I was Her slave, I was proud of my wardrobe, my slacks and suits. People respected me on the street and She saw that it mattered to me. She took all of that away from me cuz She knew I thought She couldn�t, so She did. She found a little weakness, and She fanned it, slowly, delicately, until it burst into a small flame, which she kept supplied with fuel and oxygen watching it grow and grow ever bigger and hotter, and as it did She took everything away from me: my life, my self, any pride or ego ... except for three things: pride in how much I looked like a sexy pretty whore, pride in how good I was at sex with anybody, and pride in being Her slave. Otherwise, I was nothing. She liked to masturbate my small boy sex as I sucked cock, to remind me how cock crazy She has made me, and how useless my own sex has become to anyone�s enjoyment, so small and soft and unable even to cum without Her permission.

She was enjoying leading me down the street like this. She liked it when I was in public wearing just panties and my tits spilling out of the little baby tee. Her gait was slow and triumphant, rightly showing off Her trophy, basking in the glow known to successful hunters, the glow of the subjugators, the dominators, those whose wills have triumphed over others. She knew it was hot to have a bound helpless male slave on a leash, even hotter to have a girl; but hottest of all was to have a man you had bitched, publicly displayed for all to see. Your own hand gentled and broken bitch, wholly obedient ready to do anything. The most powerless person of all: one who is no longer permitted the luxury of saying no to anything, no escape, no safety, except that provided by Daddy. She keeps me safe because I no longer can.

I can�t escape Her. that time is long past. I can�t think of it anymore. She would hurt me for my own good if She found out I ever wanted to escape. I think She hurt me once like that. I am kind of afraid of Her sometimes and I don�t know why. whenever I feel afraid though I always want Her to fuck me really really badly, and I know I start squirming and stuff and wanting Her cock in me so very very much. I think of how She tastes and how much I need to taste Her, enveloped between Her thighs, Her thick scent, mmmm lick and suck and make Her cum. Maybe if I am as adorable as I can possibly be She won�t want to hurt me. and I crave for Her to be proud of me, crave Her approval, such a shallow little follower with no thoughts of my own anymore, and She is so proud of me for being so dependent on Her and empty headed and sexy. I had a dream once where Daddy was talking to this little girl and She was telling the girl that men were really really easy to control and that the little girl shouldn�t be afraid to manipulate men as best she could to her own advantage because it was better to be the master than the slave. I don�t know why Daddy lets me remember that. Maybe I didn�t tell Her yet.

We entered the apartment where the party was starting to throb. It was so crowded and hot in there. She led me to the bar, where the cute boy toy bartender poured Her a drink.. Hunky hung boys were rubbing themselves against my butt as I stood there on Daddy�s leash. Some of them were grabbing my tits. I didn�t dare say anything. I just stood there and let them touch me. Some of the stripper girls were coming by to check us out. pinching my ass and whistling their approval of how I looked leashed to my Daddy. A few pushed their tits into me or shoved their leg between my own, then never failing to remark loudly on how wet I was.

eventually She parked me on the couch, uncuffing my hands, and recuffing one wrist to my collar as She went out to work the crowd. If someone tried to talk to me about anything, I was instructed to send them to Daddy. Every few minutes someone would come over and whisper a word that they had gotten from Daddy, and when i heard it somehow it just popped into my head what kind of sex they wanted and then I would do it with them, right there if they wanted, or in a closet or an empty bed room or where ever else they led me. I�m pretty sure that Daddy was selling me and I was so happy to be helping Daddy make money by just giving sex. She told me that She had a lot invested in me and that it was only fair that She be able to get Her money back. I didn�t really mind though cuz I like having sex.

pretty soon I�d lost my panties somewhere and the little baby tee was pushed up over my titties all the time. I was totally the nakedest person there. somehow my shoes had stayed on though I had already fucked on like three different beds, I think. Daddy gets really proud and happy of me when I fuck and suck a lot at parties. She said to me that She never met anyone that took to being a whore as well as I did. She said that She thought it was actually my true calling. She made me confess that I thought so too. I�m sure She is right cuz there isn�t anything else that I could imagine being good at.

after a couple of hours Daddy came over to me on the couch. Cum was running down my thighs and my chin, my hair was sticky with it. She told me how proud She was of me for being so popular and that She couldn�t be happier if I were a real girl and that everyone came up to Her later to say how good I�d been. She wanted to know if I was ok with Her holding my tips, and of course I was. I know Daddy was saving the money for me.

I couldn�t help myself. it happened every time and there was just nothing I could do about it. and I know She could feel it, She knew it was happening, it�s just that even after a night of fucking and sucking so many people, being filled with their cum and their juices over and over again, there was something about Daddy that I craved, craved so much, needed so much, so addicted, so craved Her making me cum, cuz only She could. my cunt got so hot just then, and I was so embarrassed but I couldn�t stop squirming and whimpering, I wanted it so bad from Her and She just patted my slit, knowing that suddenly there was nothing I could do about how much She was making me want Her to fuck me and fuck me like only She can fuck me ever.

Daddy took my hand and led me around to the end of the couch and laid me over the arm, bending me over and spreading my legs. She pressed the tube of lubricant into my hot wet cunt, and squeezed, the creamy lube instantly thinning against my hot hot cunt , flowing into me and into me and down my legs, a film coating the sweat and the cum already covering me. the entire room was watching Her get ready to fuck me in front of them all. I think I was screaming.

She bent over me and I could feel the dildo probing me. She whispered the word �puppet� in my ear and I blacked out. Daddy was working Her third finger into me. There were two in there already, stretching me really wide. It seemed like I was cumming tho I knew I couldn�t be and I kno I wasn�t I don�t think, and then Daddy got another finger in me and another. I knew that She would not stop until She was wearing me around Her wrist, Her little puppet, every little twist or turn or pressure controlling me from the inside, able to probe me from the inside, so helpless. I could only get Her in me by totally relaxing, and I could only totally relax by surrendering my will completely, trusting Her with my innermost being. She made me cum my cunt wrapped around Her wrist.

I woke again on my knees in front of Her, Her dildo deep in my throat, licking it and worshipping it, mmm, licking Her sucking Her, being face fucked by Her, not able to cum, so unable to stop, as She took my head and forced Her cock down my throat, face fucking me, getting off on it, from Her smell, She was so wet now, and I could feel the heat rolling off of Her, as She face fucked me and face fucked me in front of everyone. Then She told me that She came on my tongue and that I should swallow for everyone, and did. Daddy tasted so good. mmmmmm.

�suck my ass, babi bitch� � She lifted me off the arm of the couch and used it to brace Her own hands as She spread Her long legs, the look on Her face revealing just how much She was enjoying debasing me in front of these people, knowing with certainty that I would lick Her just as She demanded with no hesitation, my face buried inside of Her, my tongue licking and licking Her hole, sucking it and licking it, my body squirming and vibrating, so close to cumming for Dadi, now, so close to cumming.

She turned around and forced me down so She could squat on my mouth and use my face to get off on. She moved up and down and back and forth on my face, Her pussy juices covering my cum stained face. I tried to keep up with my tongue and mouth and nose, but really She was just rubbing Herself against my face to feel good and maybe to get Herself off on if She felt like it. Her sex toy.

She stood up and squatted over me. Her glistening swollen pussy was right above me. There was a triumphant look on Her face that I had never seen before. I guess I could smell it just before it hit. the smell of Her pee, just before She let go of Her bladder and the warm pee flowed down on me, on my face and especially on my tits, and down my belly, into my hot sex and cunt, Her smell all over me now, all over me, all over me, so wet from Her peeing on me. Somehow like I just knew that She had marked me somehow forever that I couldn�t� understand but it seemed to pierce right into my very soul, like now beyond forever I was nothing other than Her little puppet, giving Her my sex whenever She wanted it, however She wanted it safe only within Her realm in my cell.

Sissy Boy Breeder Whores

nospam@example.com (patti) — Mon, 13 Nov 2006 14:19:36 -0500

Mistress likes Her sissy boys. The sweeter, the more submissive, the more obedient, �. the better. She thinks boys have been bad and need to atone. Atone by being girls, Women, Her women. And the first thing Her women must learn is submission. You have no choice. You must obey.

Many women subdue their men through conflict. Not all relationship abuse, physical or otherwise, favors the men. The problem with just beating men down it that it takes time. It doesn�t scale if you are in a hurry to have a lot of slaves. But there is no doubt that a hand-busted bronco has its own artisan appeal. Mistress Dominica�s technique, however, is informed more from the science and practice of modern animal training crossed with other esoteric skills and abilities. Suffice it to say that She is a powerful being. You might well underestimate that potential. Read that again. Yes, that�s right, consider this possibility: chances are that you were in over your head from the very moment you first saw her web site (welcome back!). Chances are, because you are here with Her, and not there with someone else, you have never encountered anything quite like Her before now. That�s the point really.

Unless you walked away, turned back and never returned, then you were already lost. She is that powerful. She knows what She can do to you and how to do it. You know neither. Do you start to feel the depth of your predicament? Do you feel any fear yet? You�ve been caught and now you can�t escape. You listened to some hot nasty sex tapes and had a couple of wicked jerks, but now you can�t get Her out of your mind. All you do is crave for Her voice and obey Her commands.

It seemed like the flu at first, a slight sickness and fever. But it�s a full blown animal now, pacing inside my brain, licking away my mind, devouring its thoughts and feelings, until i am only Her devoted blank aroused submissive follower, prisoner and slave. We all have our points of passage, naturally, lines that can�t be uncrossed.

Perhaps you will attempt to resist. Perhaps you will be surly, perhaps you will simply go away, burn your training materials and vow never to return. It may even take some time for the cravings to come, the cravings to snuggle back to Mistress, to be Her passive little settled pet, but they come like nightfall and they will force you to crawl, like i crawled, back to Mistress, but now you must do whatever She wants. See, whatever made you resist, it wasn�t strong enough, you were too weak, like me, you had to crawl back. Now She has beaten you once, punked you out. Now She can push you further �. and further. Mistress seems forgiving. She�ll warmly take you back if you sincerely want to come back. And you will be grateful, grateful and more trusting. More trusting means you can go deeper, going deeper puts you more under Her control.

Can you resist now? You might as well accept it. It�s inevitable. You wanted it to happen to you, and now it has. Her reality has become your reality. i am not Her money slave, i am not Her girl slave, i am not her boy slave, because i am not anything except Her slave.

From day one you are Her bitch. That�s right, Her bitch. You may be thirsty, maybe not, but if She wants you to drink, you must drink. You will drink without even realizing you drank, the toilet�s water, your own cum, Her control � whatever She wants, whenever She wants it. You will fuck who She tells you to fuck; you will suck who She tells you to suck. If not today, then soon enough. You will give to Her the keys to your brain. Willingly, if unknowingly, irrevocably, and, there you are, aren�t you?

She will train the way your brain thinks and responds. That She can make you do this is both sophisticated and mundane, as is training any animal to jump through a fiery hoop. The bottom line to you, however, is the same: you are an excellently trained little slavey-poo. Voice activated, erotically charged, i�ve become Her hot little spasm mama whore. Barefoot and pregnant, legs spread wide, wider, wife wide: love, honor, cherish and �. obey. Domination is a fact of everyone�s life. Does any one dispute there are those with a taste to be dominated? Isn�t that right, girls? Welcome. Then we shouldn�t be surprised to find a woman with a true taste for dominating. A perhaps indomitable taste for dominating. She who is Master.

What does Mistress Dominica value in a man? Well, most of all�.. obedience. Strict totally devoted puppy dog submissive balls-in-her-hand obedience. And if that �man� were compelled to make his body available to Mistress to mold as She pleased, his mind to train as She wanted, his muscles to control directly, and She made him a woman, someone who lived only to offer herself up to please Mistress with her body, with her mouth and her pussy, her asshole, her hands and fingers and tongue, then what would Mistress want? Mistress certainly prefers sluts. Cum sluts, cum whores. Girls who like their holes filled, hips bucking and cumming and bucking and cumming. She likes complex whores, especially whores that send Her their money. She likes cool sensuous satiny drinks of water, smoke wafting into the dim recesses of the bar�s ceiling, and She likes Her simple little breeder whores.

As one of Mistress�s breeder whores, She has impregnated me with Her child. My breasts have started producing milk for our baby. And sometimes, when Mistress squeezes them, they spurt milk. The baby growing in my womb makes me want to cum all of the time. I just want someone to stroke my shaven pussy lips with a piece of fur, i�m so fucking horny and i am so fucking simple: i can�t cum without Mistress�s permission.

Which was itself a mind fuck the first time i realized that not only could i not cum without Her permission, i did cum every single time She made me cum in Her training materials. That�s right, She trains you to cum at Her command each time and every time, each time and every time, you cum when She makes you cum. She makes you cum and cum and cum and cum. It feels so good to cum. i love cumming, touching myself between my legs, running my finger just inside my warm moist pussy. i like to finger my cunt, feel the soft yielding walls suck first one finger in and then another. i loved being able to rub my clit against the heel of my hand. i love this because Mistress loves for me to love this.

My need to please Mistress is like a physical weight. i so want to please Her, be Her slave, wear Her collar, have Her baby, give Her more control, change myself, more and more to please Her more and more. i look at the mirror. i see myself with a pink satin ribbon tied around my neck. Woven deeply in its fabric are the words Property of MzDominica.

i�m in panties and pantyhose, i look like a girl. my tits are huge, and i want to touch them cause it makes me want to cum a lot. So many images of myself like this now in my mind, me with big tits and curves and my makeup perfect, it all seems so fucking normal. i finger my clit sometimes with my legs spread wide open but i can�t ever cum unless Mistress makes me.

i am writing this at my kitchen table dressed in a skimpy pair of red cotton bikini style panties dotted with tiny hearts. i�m also wearing a an orchid and fuchsia tied died pattern nylon scoop neck top � nicely showing off the cleavage caused by my swollen sensitive tits, i can spend hours massaging and masturbating them � they are so surprising with their regions and sensitivities, proclivities and connections � the ancient energy paths, now hidden.

i type: �in my heart of hearts i believe that i am strong enough to walk away, to burn Her tapes and never listen again. To resist. To be a man.� Just for writing these words my hips start to grind against the chair, grind against the chair, and grind against the chair�. i want to cum. i want to cum, i can feel it coming on, the orgasm, from my swollen tits, from deep in my cunt (yes, my cunt � you won�t understand until you too are here), from my clit, from my ass, from every single hole and nerve that Mistress has claimed for Herself. cumming and cumming on. Oh, Mistress, please make me cum, please make me cum, please make me cum, trigger after trigger, each one closer to an orgasm that is already impossibly close, mmmm. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, take me, make me beg make me Your bitch make me cum make me cum make me take it make me obey, make me Your slave. i can�t stop grinding my hips now, feeling the orgasm build and build, pressurizing, blank, i am just a writhing white hot mass of cumming, i hear nothing, i feel nothing, i could be anywhere, anytime, being made to cum. i am reduced to an endless sexual scream. My body writhes in supplication. Mistress, You totally know You can do anything You want to me, immobilized, mindless on Your cold cold table. i crave You, i crave You, i crave You. She controls my mind. She controls me. Resistance is obedience. There is no escape. There is no escape.

patti is Daddy's Whore

nospam@example.com (patti) — Mon, 13 Nov 2006 14:10:47 -0500

patti could see him laying there in his cell, his hard penis standing up as She stroked it up and down. patti could feel how much he wanted to cum. How he wanted to think of something other than wanting to cum, wanting to cum so badly. Her words flowed through his brain though, and patti knew that as long as they did he would not be able to break the spell of Her stroking him and stroking him, as he grew ever more indistinct to patti�s gaze. she turned and went to Daddy�s study as she knew she must.

she stood before the golden door of Daddy�s study, and took off her panties as she had done at the start of every day for .... she couldn�t remember anymore. this was simply how her day started now. she felt the thin nylon of her top rubbing against her swelling nipples. her mind became dark as the movements became increasingly automatic, with each movement she went further down, and feeling more orgasmic. she knew she could not cum no matter how much she needed to. Daddy had proven that. She let patti try and cum as much as she liked, let her rub and push and prod and touch, writhing and bucking on the floor in front of Her, all to no avail, each touch just making the feeling, the need more and more unbearable.

From his cell he could see patti in front of the door to Daddy�s study. Daddy�s words ran through his head, through his body, through his mind and soul, burned into him like code in a chip, unreachable and uninterruptible. he would have stopped patti today if he could, warned her not to go in, like he would have stopped her yesterday and the day before, and the day before that, but if he did the stroking would stop and he could not bear the thought that She would stop touching him, stroking his erect needy cock. She smiled down at him, knowing his thoughts. She gazed full in his face, inviting a challenge She knew would never come, reminding him at every moment of the sting and humiliation of his complete and total enslavement.

Daddy beckoned for patti to enter. the slave girl crossed the room as she had been instructed to do, offering her panties as required, from her knees in front of Daddy�s broad chair. Daddy patted Her lap and, mindless, the slave girl slid across it, like she had done every morning she could ever remember. Dominica lifted the slave�s short skirt to expose her big soft round bottom. the hypnosis induced hormones had not only taken Her slave to a D cup, they had also shifted her fat masses in a more feminine way, so pleasing to the eye.

�you must obey, patti.� �i must obey Dominica.� the response was automatic and without hesitation. �spread you legs, hunni.� the slave girl�s legs opened wider, exposing the rosebud to her Daddy�s gaze. �Have you cleaned yourself today patti.� �yes Daddy, i have cleaned myself completely for You.� patti could hear Daddy snap the latex gloves over Her hands, followed by a finger, well lubricated, touching her opening. Daddy�s lubricated finger rubbed up and down over the soft membrane of patti�s pussy, making the little slave squirm and squirm on Her lap. �I will check you now hunni, and you better be clean. you really want it now patti, don�t you? you want My finger deep inside of you, don�t you? why don�t you beg me for it patti. why don�t you beg for your Daddy to finger fuck your ass.�

he knew it would happen to her again like it happened every morning. he heard patti begging her Master to enter her and finger her and finger her and make her cum. he knew it would be in vain, he knew the game. poor little girl. she would be finger fucked and fucked, her arousal increasing and increasing and never released. sometimes Dominica made her beg in front of others, sometimes in front of other dominants, male or female, or Her vanilla friends, or sometimes out in public, in a park or a restaurant. The girl couldn�t tell anymore. she lived in the matrix of her Daddy�s voice, knowing only its requirements and feeling only how badly she needed to cum. long ago she had accepted the pain and humiliation of her total defeat.

Dominica took the dildo off of Her desk and rolled on a condom, lubricating it with Her hand. She slid it easily into the aroused little girl on Her lap, slowly pushing it in and then pulling it out, setting up a rhythm just like She was fucking her, which She was. She could feel the heat rising in Her own sex, so turned on by the girl�s complete passivity in taking the dildo, proud of how She had broken another one so completely.

�I love to fuck you, patti, do you understand, my sexy little suzie? Deeper now babi girl, sinker, sink, sugar, deep, blank.� the world went dark for her, only the feeling of the cock in her ass was real, and she knew she never wanted it to stop, she never wanted to be empty ever again, she only wanted to be fucked in every hole she had.

�Who are you, huni?� �i am Dominica�s slave, patti.� �What do you want, huni?� �only You Daddy.� �What do you do, babi.� �i am Daddy�s whore.� �That�s right sweetie, patti is a whore. Who do You have sex with?� �anyone Daddy�s wishes me to have sex with.� �Who does Daddy want you to have sex with?� �anyone that will pay Daddy money for me to have sex with them.� �What do you like to think about sweetie?� �i only think about sex, Daddy, about how to be better at it so that people will pay You more money to fuck me.� Dominica continued to slide the dildo in and out of Her girl�s ass, watching the involuntary contractions growing increasingly strong.

he lay there in his cell, reminded again that all was lost. Her words surrounded him, cocooned him, clouding his mind. he tried to remember his name. it was patti. it had always been so. he got up and dressed, putting on the garter belt and stockings, slipping the small silk panties over them. he picked a matching bra and hooked it behind his back, the front coving his D sized breasts, grown out from the hypnosis. he put on his makeup, and the tight black minidress that barely covered the panties, pulled tight across his breasts, and he looked at the results in the full length mirror in his cell, his blank face painted like a whore�s. he made the bed because the johns expected it, expected to be the only one, and he waited for the door bell to ring.

Floating

nospam@example.com (patti) — Mon, 13 Nov 2006 14:09:07 -0500

`There are many ways in.' Floating above the water, her long dress circled over the still surface. I don't seek them out either as I go about my day - work, shopping -- but, but , they are everywhere! So hard to avoid, so easy to find, so easy to get back in. every path seems to lead to the way in. A mist shrouded door, floating, phosphorene lights glowing above its reflection in the dark plant choked water. A tunnel, dark, warm, inviting, in the rock face of the sheer pink granite cliff cold against her skin, her warm, warm skin. Or that pond, SINK under its warm delicious waters. Mmmmm, yes. Back in. any tunnel, any door, any hole, takes me there, back in, all the way back in, all the way�. Deep. it can't be avoided, really can't.

So delicious. So yummy to be back in. my fix. I have a confession to make. I can't stop giggling. It's all too funny. Too funny. I have another confession to make. I have to touch my titties. Not tits, or breasts or boobs, or boobies, no, they are titties�. my titties. Isn't that right, Mistress. It gets Her hot ,doesn't it, Her knowing that She made me think that way, that they are titties, that She defines me. No that's not it either, is it, She gets off knowing that I have to touch them, caress them, fuck myself with them because that's what She's made me do, made me do. Made me be. Be be. Be. Mmmm, I love to touch them. to caress them. to roll the nipples between my fingers [LESBIAN HOOKER READY FOR BRAINWASHING], to squeeze, to make them hurt, like You would Mistress [PLEASURE AND PAIN], Your RHYTHM becoming my need. see me Mistress? Caressing my titties, I need to cum so badly.

Back in, my titties feel so swollen, so very very swollen, so achy wanting to be touched, the round erect nipples sucking sensation from the pink satiny nighty. [SATIN] Almost nothing feels better than feeling and touching and caressing my titties. They have secrets, they are sensitive, they love attention. Touching them makes me go further in. going further in makes me want to touch them more. Touch them more and more.

Once back in, it seems very difficult to leave. You can try and swim away, but you must swim and swim and swim and there is no land in sight and then the tide comes and pulls and pulls you back, sucks you back, and you must swim and swim against the current and it is cold and who could blame you if you got tired, if you did your best, but the land behind you seems lush and inviting and you can sleep peacefully. I feel all warm now. I feel Her inside me now.

Very deep now. My clitty is a hot ember, She makes me touch it with my mind, finger it, stroke it, so close to cumming, so not able to not cum, electricity bombarding it, stimulating it stroking, sucking and zapping it, making me want to cum. All i want to do now is cum now. I am such a cum slut, cum whore. I am a donkey. I can't stop giggling. My little pink satin panties have a big wet stain. I can feel it and I can see it in the mirror, the bikini panties riding low on my hips under the matching cami top. Mmmm. I look sooo cute. How can I not touch myself? There, between my legs. Ooh yes. Yes Mistress.

`When all that matters to you is pleasure, and the only way you can get pleasure is through Me, then I am all that matters to you.' We are out shopping for lingerie. I am wearing a miniskirt. I look at panties and bring pairs to You for approval as You roam around the store. It all seems very natural; the other shoppers understand. They seem pleased to watch me excitedly shepherding pairs of panties to You for judgment, me so clearly craving to wear them for You, modeling them for You, in my pretty little panties, my pretty little pink satin panties with the hot red hearts..

We are standing in line. You whisper in my ear that You want me to soak my panties. I can't help myself, I can feel fluid dripping out of me into my panties, making them wetter and wetter. You pull my skirt up from behind and touch me with your finger from behind to see how wet my panties are. I am glowing with happiness, feeling You behind me, imaging You from behind me taking me, fucking me, fucking me, fucking me, when You want, whatever You want, Mistress.

Deeper and deeper and deeper I go. Dark and light mixing in strange patterns on the pink granite walls reflecting from the torch I hold, walking deeper down and deeper down. Mmmm, yessssss. I must press my body next to Yours. It is there for You to do what You wish with it. You don't have to tell me, the thoughts are in my head: touch, stroke, kiss, caress, lick, what You want, as You want it. never fails to excite You, never fails to excite You, I must be used by You.

My body is so turned on. Every touch brings me closer and closer to falling, to falling and falling, deeper and deeper, no end to how far there is to fall, so deep, so pure, so cold. Suck, you, bus, stop, no, start stop no start, mmmmm, yesssssssss. I am a slave unit now. Robot. Automaton.

I think of You and You are in me. In my white room, sitting in Your throne in the middle of my mind. I must submit. I want to submit. I crave to submit. I really really really need to submit. I beg You. I am not ashamed to admit my need for You now. I know how vulnerable that must make me seem, how weak. Are you are happy with my total obedience, my total acquiescence in the trappings of my role: panties and bras and camis and skirts, hose and heels, and polish and makeup, wigs and dresses and pretty little things and pretty little pictures, pretty little me. Smile. CRAVE. Craving without end.

Your emerald eyes flash in my head over and over again. Each old thought exposed to them is immediately zapped, gone. I look at Your long golden hair and remember our high school prom together. I remember that You convinced me as a joke to wear a prom dress. You were stunning, of course, in Yours, Your long hair swept up, looking regal, diamond earrings flashing, surrounded by Your group of follower friends. Suddenly I was one of them, wasn't I, a giggling little girl, under Your control, going to the bathroom with You and putting on lipstick and smoking pot and talking about boys, just another of Your FOLLOWERS. I had always been one, for as long as I can remember, haven't i? Follower. And then we went off together specially and You placed Your seed in me. You told me that it was traditional that all the boys try to get off with their girlfriends, but that we were special, that You thought I might be a special girl, a girl that likes to be made love to by other girls, that You thought I had fallen in love with You and that I was ready to be Your whore. So You put Your seed in me and told me that because of the seed I wouldn't ever be able to fall in love with anyone but You and that it made Your power over me absolute and that from thereon after I was not only Your follower, but Your slave as well. This is what I remember now that I am back in. back in where I belong. Back in where I must be. For a long time I've wanted it and now it's really happening. Really Happening. Now, it's Really Happening. This is really the way it is, isn't it?

end.

wink.

The Position

nospam@example.com (patti) — Mon, 13 Nov 2006 14:07:06 -0500

In my Cell You push Your slave down on her back, your face full of fire, wanting to fuck. Push the slave down, ripping off her skirts, her panties, the pale white skin glistening. Legs akimbo, knees apart, head cocked to the side with parted lips. She wants it, she wants to be fucked and fucked and fucked. She wants to feel You inside of her, fucking her and fucking her, making her ride Your cock, making her fuck Your cock, making her Your submissive little fuck toy. Mmm, fuck. Your long hard cock fucking her hot pussy, fucking it and fucking it, making it take it, taking it,

mmmmm, feels so good to be fucked by Mistress, nothing feels like it. Only Mistress can make me feel this way so totally taken, so abandoned to sex. My wet cunt, my hot pussy, my aching snatch, my erect nipples and swollen breasts, mmm, they need Her touch, Her words release me. i sleep for You Dominica. Every night i am returned to Your monstrous care, Your gentle caress, Your hard fuck, driving me and driving me and driving me, my breasts swelling, nipples aching for Your touch, Your lips, perfume, oil, entrained to Your body and mind, unable to escape, unable to resist,

uhhh, I am Yours Mistress, there is no where else to run. Nowhere You won't find me and make me cum, make me do whatever You want. i am Your baby girl in a baby doll and panties and pantyhose, silky, mmm, my cunt is so hot, i want to cum, please Mistress, I want to cum and cum again, please Mistress, I want the phone to ring, i want to hear sinker, so obsessed, craving, hot, cumming, obsessed, craving, hot, aching and wet, wanting to be fucked and fucked, please Mistress let me cum..

My pussy will always be Yours Mistress, it will know You as its Lover, the one who cherishes it above all others, the one who makes it cum with a word or a gesture or a look, or never cum again, against which all other lovers could never measure up. Only You can make me cum now Mistress. i belong to Dominica. i must obey Dominica. Follow Obey Dominica.

i am a follower, like totally. i totally want to talk like You and walk like you and dress like you and totally be like You. i want to do what ever You want to do and totally please You whatever it takes. I surrender myself to the secret links, the invisible lines that make me move or spread my legs or cum like a fountain, cum gushing over me from just a look, a gesture, a thought from You. You Make me feel so open, so naked, so exposed. i will do whatever You want; i am Yours; i pray i please You. i will do anything You wish to please You. i will please whoever You wish me to please, if it pleases You.

the violence You have done my mind seems irreparable. But I know two little secrets. i am open to You and You know where to find me so i am Yours now and that through that openness You flood me, fill me over time, until that final blow, that point where I cannot live without You, nourished by Your words and light streaming through me, Your creature that lives for Your advantage, just another pretty run away soul You picked up at the bus station, so grateful, so very much in love with You , so very addicted to You, to Your mind, Your words, Your breath, Your perfume, Your control. Your cock fucking my cunt and making it cum, the feel of Your hands stroking my breasts, my mouth sucking Your toes, licking Your feet, caressing them, massaging them, masturbating them, flicking Your toes, making them quiver and cum in my hot wet mouth hungry for them, fellating them, blowing them, sucking them and sucking them. mmm. i am little baby doll whore, Your slave, Your cum slut. love patti

Fancy Dancer

nospam@example.com (patti) — Mon, 13 Nov 2006 14:04:51 -0500

The alarm rings around 7 in the evening -- my morning. It's so hard to get up, to clear my head, but if i don't get moving i know i will be completely late. i jump into the shower and get dressed while looking frantically around for my costumes. i can't shake the anxiety in my stomach, like for some reason tonight is different, special.

i work the 9 to 2 a.m. shift at Flesh, a gender fucked strip club in an industrial section of San Francisco. Gorgeous stripper girls and boys are there for the guests entertainment on the premise that the powerful are amused by the powerless, regardless of sex.

Its been a slow night and I've already pole danced twice and it's time for my third shift. The tips have been good, a couple of queer boys made me grind myself against them for hours, but they paid well, and i made sure they both came in their pants before leaving. My friend Celine is being lead by the hand by some stud for a private dance in the back. He is so lucky; she has the biggest tits on the smallest body ever. Some of the genetic girl strippers have attitudes about us other girls, but not her.

i feel a draft on me as the door is opened and the fine hairs in the small of my back tingle. i have my hands on the pole, my feet together and i am using the pole to balance as i stick my butt out and wriggle it in front of the people on that side of the dance floor. i don't know why but i suddenly felt myself getting hot in a way that i'd never felt while dancing as a stripper. i snuck a peak behind me and i saw a woman sitting there. In truth, I'm not sure what I saw. She radiated a sense of menace and power and appetite that I had never encountered before.

i feel so fascinated by her while i am dancing, it's almost as if I am watching myself, outside of myself, as inexorably i find myself dancing only for Her. Teasing Her, not able to meet Her gaze, as i perform the ancient moves, simulating what i would do with my body for Her, to Her.... i can't help myself, i am grinding my hips so in heat, all pretense of detachment gone. The other girls and boys notice Her too. They keep coming by, offering lap dances and drinks, but She ignores them all, staring at me, staring at me, staring at me as my dance routine becomes nothing more than me begging Her to fuck me.

my last song is finally over. The dance floor is littered with singles, none of which i saw her put there, and my heart is crushed.

i turn to pick up the cash, my clothes, and, most embarrassingly, a towel so i can clean the floor for the next girl. my head feels like a bee hive inside, impossible to think. i look for the woman i saw and she is by the bar, sitting at a table, looking bored.

i go back into the shower room to clean up, putting on my sexiest little short shorts and a top that barely contains my large breasts. i hurry back out to the floor to get some lap dances. i tell myself that i won't rush over to Her, that i will act cool and not embarrass myself, that i've made all kinds of guys respect me and this would be no different!

my heart skipped a beat when i didn't see Her where She had been, and then, in the corner, i saw Her, with a glass in Her hand and three of the other girls surrounding Her, hanging on Her every word. i am crushed! i start to slink away, to work another part of the room when I hear a loud female voice call out: Get your cute ass over here now, bitch.

oh my gawd, can i tell you how much i was tottering on my platforms on the way over? i mean, totally trying to look cool, all five six of me on these big six inch platform heels.

She took my hand and led me on to her lap. Everything else just floated into the background. She gives me a $100 bill. i start to take her hand to lead her in back, when she says no. Guys usually want a hand job or a blow job and management only lets us do that in the private rooms in back. she says she wants me to dance for her right there in the middle of the club and she wants me naked now.

The power in stripping is that you set the rules for the customers. i was so aware of her taking that away from me as i wriggled out of my shorts and tops, completely naked for her. The other girls saw it too, they were stunned, i was never that way with customers!

She makes me twirl and she inspects me close up, before telling me to start. i sit on Her lap, like she wants and start grinding my hips, desperately imagining Her hard clit stimulated and cumming. She is testing me. She wants to see if i know how to get Her off.

"patti, (how does She know my name?) do you know me?" the sound of her voice jerks my body rigid, i feel myself sinking into Her. Into Her voice, and body, and energy enveloping me completely." Don't resist baby girl" She whispers in my ear. Don't resist Me. i have stopped moving my hips but they keep grinding against Her anyway, Every movement sending shivers up my body. i know i am supposed to be getting Her off, but i can't help myself i am getting closer and closer to actually cumming from a customer inside the club!! It happens occasionally, and we always mercilessly tease those boys and girls that can't control their orgasms!

"patti, I've missed you, precious. I'm not supposed to touch your tits am I, hunney?" She gently touched my nipples. The effect was electric. "Do you want Me to stop hunney? Should I keep my hands to myself?" i was so embarrassed and ashamed. i couldn't answer, i couldn't say anything. There is a crowd around us now. She is displaying me to it, sitting on Her lap grinding as Her hands move from my tits to my belly to my cunt and legs, all the while i grind and grind, unable to stop, unable to cum unable to stop unable to cum. i'm falling in love, so badly, i want to cry, but i can't stop writhing on Her lap, exposed so completely.

"There, there baby girl. She fingered my pussy, my hips uselessly trying to get away from her, or not. She had me moving in a rhythm now, it was like She knew me better than i did, the things that would make me crazy, almost cum, so shattering, so powerful so completely undeniable in front of everybody. Everyone was mesmerized, some of the girls touching themselves or their girl friends, astonished, at once jealous and afraid of what they were seeing, the essential submissive nature so purely expressed.

"Yes, hunney, you still know how to get Me off" She was laughing. "Now baby I want you to cum and I want you to moan and scream so the whole world will know what Dominica is doing to you." The whole world went blank. i was writhing on Her lap, every movement caused by Her will, making me do this and that, making me do whatever She wanted.

It all came rushing back just as i was cumming and cumming. i was screaming at the top of my lungs and everyone was looking at me. Mistress!!!! She had made me forget so She could take me like this in the club. She told me about just as She was going away to Florida for a while and it had been like six weeks since She had left me to work in this club.

"I want your head buried between My legs and your sweet tongue doing its magic in about two hours, hunney. don't be late." With that She rolled up another $100 and fucked my mouth with it before leaving.

Closer

nospam@example.com (patti) — Mon, 13 Nov 2006 13:59:55 -0500

I am lying in bed watching myself in the mirror, my pale skin burning against the dark purple sheets, nipples hard on my swollen breasts. I am masturbating. It is all I do now since returning. I watch myself, watch myself in the pink faux fir trimmed babydoll � so cute n' sexy � the words sound in my head like an advertisement in the personals. My legs are open, spread from sea to shining sea, as they say, needing it. Needing the feeling.

I reach down to my penis standing up hard from between my legs. Looking at it, I feel so proud of how it how it looks. I'm long, eight inches exactly, and proportional around. It's a girl friendly color too, a kind of mauve. I reach down to take it in my hand, it's so soft to touch. I slide my hand down to its base, to the leather harness that holds it in place. mmm, touching myself, so hot, so makes me want to cum. I love stroking my penis, the one that Mistress gave me.

My hand circles the dildo. My hand runs up and down the shaft, stroking it, pulling on it, jacking it off. It feels good. I love touching it and stroking it. The more I stroke it the wider my legs get, my knees try to pull my hips up, so wanting to be filled now, jessica's pussy feeling so wet. I watch myself in the mirror stroking my new penis like a boy might, it feels so good, watching me touch myself, touching myself stroking the beautiful cock between my legs.

I slip the cock from its harness. I know that I must suck it now. I don't know how I know that, and I don't care. I roll a condom on with my mouth. I know, in my head I know, as a fact that it's good practice, but I am not sure for what. I can feel the orgasm rising in me, the heat in my pussy, how wet it is, the warm moist heat of my panties against the hot damp of my vagina walls glistening, glistening in my mind's eye, in my cell, all under Her watchful eye, Her watchful eye that never goes away.

It continues to build and build and build and I am swept in its wake. I don't have to cum, I can stop any time... walk away, mmm, stroking and sucking and, but.... I can walk away, can't I?...., but She was very clear about this: at any point I could stop, but if I didn't stop I'd just want it more and more each time. And what I wanted was to cum like a girl.

I slid out of the pink babydoll panties, soaked through now completely, then took the cock out of my mouth and lay on my side; the cock, not my cock, someone else's cock, someone powerful's organ, somebody that owned me, that bitched me, Her mauve cock, teased me, my opening, prodding my little hooded clit, then penetrating, sliding so easily into my dripping gash, deep in, all the way in and I start to feel my muscles contract around the cock in my pussy, trying to pull it in me deeper and deeper until I can't help myself, can't help myself, the spasms start, wracking me, bucking me and then I return .... to nothing, to Her cute `n sexy little thang. Hi Mistress, I'm playing with my nipples, see.....it's making my pussy so wet.

This is what I remember: at some point I flew to see Mistress. It was my first "in person" visit with Her and the entire time seems very vague to me, with certain distinct memories twined around intense emotions, now divorced from their underlying events. Things seem to come and go in my head, as if pulling each individual thread of memory down its distinct and individual path accidentally discovers connection after connection, endlessly weaved around me until there is nowhere to go that doesn't alert Her, that doesn't control me. She is the boss of me.

I know things now that I didn't know before I went to see Her. The bad news is, I guess, that I know that I am not very brain smart. That's totally ok, and I don't really need to be, luckily, but Mistress showed me the scores from the battery of tests She administered, and after I sat hour after hour at that school desk, taking test after test in my short plaid skirt and white school girl blouse, the tests objectively proved that proved my intelligence was barely average. She showed me Her scores too. They were really high. She told me that I was Her slave because She was smarter than me. But that it was good really because She didn't want me to think too much anyway because She wanted me to be sexy and hot for Her all of the time and that is all I would ever need to think about.

I remember that She met me on the tarmac at the airport. Everyone was looking at me because my skirt was really short and my boobs stuck out from the tight baby T I was wearing with the word SLAVE printed on it. (Could this really have happened?) I skipped down the stairs and into Her arms. She was all sparkly in diamonds and I smelled vanilla in the air, I am pretty sure. She didn't hypnotize me, cause I think I'd remember it and I don't.

I know was I naked while She examined me in the white room where She lives. She touched me everywhere wearing Her latex gloves, pulling and poking at will, touching me, making me touch myself, um, She uh made me get on the floor on my back and touch myself like I do on my nipples and my clit and my vagina and my anus and I had to moan and act like I wanted it really really badly, wiggle my ass, move it around, writhe on the floor, be adorable, fuckable. She made me spread my legs as far as they would go and draw my knees up, waving my legs like helpless limbs in a breeze, gaping cunt begging to be filled.

She let me choose panties and bra from Her underwear drawer. I remember feeling so excited. She was like totally teasing me that I'd probably cum just from putting them on. The feeling of Her pink satan panties and bra on me was the feeling of my soul being sucked out of my body.

I got a hardon in the silky sexy material. And then�.. Mistress whispered something in my ear about my real cock. She spoke to me for a long time about it and I remember only that I was really really angry and full of shame and denial, but I can't even remember what She said and just thinking about it right now makes me feel so helpless and, uh, truthfully, scared. I am so afraid of Her, of how She can inflict pain on me. She holds Her palm out to me and I lick it.

She was quite methodical. "Glisten Jessica, I want your sweet little cunt wet now." There was something animal about Her intensity, about Her overbearing intensity, something like that of children who in the purity of their experience need not just victory but capitulation, instinctual dominance. She picked up the strap on from the table next to Her. I was watching from the floor, my bosom heaving from Her attack, sitting back on my hands, on my ass, legs spread. She reached under my skirt and ripped the pink panties off of me. And then She raped my ass, on the floor, making me say over and over again: Mistress, I beg You to fuck me.

`Angry little girls must beg to be fucked, hunney. That's the only way they learn their place."

The dildo slid methodically in and out of me, the base slapping up against my ass with each long deliberate stroke. So deep inside me. Deep like girls take it all the time from guys. Like a girl, I was being raped and there was nothing I could do, my legs spread, helplessly kicking underneath Her. She slapped me to remind me to beg Her for it. To beg Her to fuck me. Like She was doing, filling me like I was just some bitch She happened to find hanging off the end of Her cockfucking. Mmmm. I was too used to cumming to Her now, closer and closer. My body seemed to mold into Hers, so naturally, like I had known Hers, been shaped by Her, forever. The dildo felt so good inside me, fucking me, sucking me, it felt perfect, yum, so purrrrrrfect and dreamy, in and out of me, in and out of my sex, in and out of my pussy in and out and in and out and in and out, being fucked over and over methodically relentless mercilessly fucked by someone who knows that no matter how long I try to hold out, to resist, no matter how long my childish little anger lasts, it wouldn't be over until I had shattered like glass underneath Her.

A Fantastic Day

nospam@example.com (patti) — Mon, 13 Nov 2006 13:45:41 -0500

Paul strode rapidly down the wide crowded Manhattan sidewalk along 5th Avenue. The laptop bag was slung over his shoulder. In it was the presentation he�d been working on until nearly 2 in the morning. It was a huge deal, a real estate project he had an edge on but he needed to line up the financing quickly before somebody else got wind of it. He could see the bank in the distance, two blocks down and across the street. The loan officers were already waiting for him and he knew they wanted to do the deal if the numbers worked. And right round 1:00 that morning they had definitely worked.

The vibrating from the phone in his pocket jerked his mind off the meeting. He grabbed the slim silver phone and flipped it open. Usually he would look to see who it was, but he�d been distracted by his haste. Her mellifluous voice purred softly into his ear: �How are you, Paul.� Shit. It was Dominica. Automatically, de veered into an empty door way to take Her call. �Paul, are you there, huni?� �Yes, Daddy, I�m here.� He felt embarrassed to be calling Her �Daddy� but She insisted that he do so and he couldn�t keep himself from doing it. He was afraid of Her and She required it of him as a matter of respect.

�Sexy Suzie, bimbo.� The words had an immediate effect on him. He stood, there, his legs squeezed together, like a little girl that had to pee. His mind want blank and dark, he felt like suddenly there was nothing in the world for him but Her voice. �What is your name sexy suzie?� �,my name is patty, Daddy.� �Yes, that�s right sweetie, you are my sexy little suzie, patty., isn�t that right huni?: patty felt a warm glow of satisfaction come over her. she tossed her head like she was throwing her long black hair out of her face. �mmmm, yes Daddy, i love You so much, Daddy.� �What are you thinking about hunni on this beautiful morning?� �About how good it would feel if You would fuck me Daddy, i crave to have Your cock up inside me making me cum over and over again Daddy.� �Oh you are such a good girl wanting to let your Daddy fuck you like the hot little cum slut you are.. Cum slut, cum slut....� Her voice sang over the phone in a deliberate tease. If She said the word �cum� in just the right way little patty would be triggered to do it, right there in the street.

�I just called to say �hi� to you sweetie and see if you had completed that little assignment your promised by last night. I expected to see it in my email today.� Paul�s stomach tightened. He had completely forgotten. �Oh my god, Daddy, i am to totally totally soreeeee, i totally meant to do it and then like it was almost like I was doing it and then i totally had to do this other thing... and i am so so sorree and i will do it so right way, Daddy, i totally totally promise!�

There was silence on the line. �Blank. Sink. Sugar. Obey, Sugar. Obey.� The feeling inside him became unbearable now. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew he was late and he had to get Her off the phone. But... the feeling in his sex was overwhelming. He could feel himself pumping fluid out of his sex, how wet he felt between his legs, which he couldn�t stop rubbing together, masturbating himself and he just couldn�t stop. His nipples were getting so hard, he was sure they were totally poking out from his shirt underneath the suit jacket. Any move rubbed the coarse cloth of his shirt against the sensitive points of flesh, sending more orgasmic signals to his dangerously aroused sex.

�patty, are you wearing panties?� �no Daddy, i�m not.� �Aren�t you supposed to ask me for permission whenever you want to wear boy�s underwear huni? Didn�t I tell you I would always let you so long as you asked me for permission first? It�s not natural for a girl like you to be wearing boy underwear sweetie and I don�t want to see you get all confused about your sexual identity, now do I� �yes, Daddy, i meant to, but it ...� Dominica cut him off. �And if you aren�t wearing panties that means you aren�t wearing your little pad either, are you, you bad little cunt.� �no Daddy.� �No Daddy, what? whore...� �no Daddy, i am not wearing my pad like You have commanded me to do.� �You know why you have to wear a pad in your panties, don�t you sweetie? It�s because you get so wet all of the time thinking about me, wanting me, craving me. Isn�t that right my little whore slave?� �yes Daddy.�

�Well, huni, I am going to let you get away with it today... go do whatever you think was so important that you didn�t need to get my assignment done.� �thank You Daddy, You are so amazing, i love You so much....� �Yes sweetie, when I count to three you will be wide awake and on your way again. One, coming up slowly now and leaving patty for paul.� patti could feel the darkness start to lift, and the anxiety just start to nibble at her stomach as she remembered she was doing something important. �Two,... I want you almost awake now. almost awake on this the most fantastic of days!�

Time moved glacially now. He heard the trigger enter his ear, his mind raced all the way to the consequences even as they started to occur. He knew there was nothing he could do now, that there was no stopping what would happen next. He tried to clench, but it was to no avail. The familiar feeling rose in him, the feeling he could no longer control, and it built and built until the pee started to flow out of him, spurting against his pants, soaking them, gushing out of him now, soaking him completely all down the front followed by the most intense orgasm he had ever had. �Yes sweetie, a most fantastic day you will never forget.�

Dreaming

nospam@example.com (patti) — Sun, 24 Sep 2006 14:54:08 -0400

I live in a dream, now. Somewhere -- somewhere out -- there, I have a body in a real world that goes and goes, "through the motions," I think. Somewhere else, here, where I live, I am going through other motions. I confess.

I live in a CELL now. It is hot pink and smells like MIND CONTROL DRUG. Most of the time I am BLANK and NAKED. I've had to get used to it. It all makes me feel ORGASMIC.

MISTRESS watches us from Her throne in the WHITE ROOMs. She watches us all in our little cells, each of us CRAVING her endlessly. She has induced in us, deep in our souls, a SEXUAL ADDICTION to Her. In return, we are all so very very grateful and worship Her endlessly, CRAVING. She is very smart, very beautiful, Really smart, and certainly smarter than I in a pure IQ sort of way. She is so beautiful, Her long flowing golden hair, Her shining emerald eyes that bore into you, flawless skin and features, know everything, see everything; we can have no secrets from Her. I want to please Her. I would do anything She wanted to please Her, even if She wanted to do really dirty things to me (omg! I can't believe I'm writing this!) like if She wanted to tie me up and spank me or something.

Mistress likes for me to model for Her and Her friends, both girls and boys. She likes me in pink. Pink panties and bra, and garter and hose, with long pink gloves and pink strappy pumps with a pink rhinestone collar. She likes to watch people fuck me (any hole will do!); she likes the way I scream and moan and writhe for it, for my fucking; she mostly likes knowing that no matter how good they are, how big or active with a cock or a dildo, I can't cum with them, because I can only cum with Mistress. She lists off my sex "certifications:" pussy tasting obsessed, cock crazed, tit slave, foot lover, deep throater, cum trained, moaner, among many others.

She rolls my nipples in between Her forefingers and thumbs. LESBIAN HOOKER READY FOR BRAINWASHING. I fall and fall, completely BLANK. Falling and falling, SINKING, SINKER, sunk DEEPER, DEEPER, 5000 now, sunk further and further like a bright shiny SINKER. 10,000 now. I am soaking down there, my pink PANTIES and PANTYHOSE are practically dripping. A moan escapes my endorphin soaked brain. BZZZZZZZT. BZZZZZZT. BZZZZZZZT. BLANK. So BLANK again. What's happening to me, I wonder.

`you are being BRAINWASHED. Do you like it hunny?' I hear only Her voice in my head, everything else is just NONSENSE now. I am sure it makes sense in some context, but how am is supposed to know? I crave brainwashing, it sounds so fun, so sexy, so hot, so like having to spread your legs and get your dripping pussy fucked really really hard and made to CUM over and over again. Did you know that every time you STROKEd yourself a little piece of your will went away, flying away, never to return. Every time you touch those titties or that small little clit or that long hard cock, or your leg, or your arm, every single time, a little piece of will... Poof, gone. Replaced, though. Replaced by Her will.

The day goes by. Much of it is lost to me. I think I am talking on the phone. That can't be right though because Mistress is fingering my nipples, making them thick and hard, making me want to cum. She makes me mount Her over and over again, each time fucking me so hard that I reach a point where I can't stop cumming.

I think I am PREGNANT, though -- does that make sense? My belly is getting thick and heavy, so big and round, full of life. I am so horny -- I've heard that being pregnant can do that. My tits feel so big and swollen... so full. I need somebody to suck on them so I can cum. Mmmm, so orgasmic. So close to cumming now. BZZZZZZT.

Big and heavy, I crave for somebody to milk my full heavy squishy titties, for the milk to be spurted out of them, the splashing milk ripping endorphins through the fabric of my nipples, the skin of my being. I finger the hard nipples standing out at the end of my sloshing tits, imagine the feeling of the milk spurting through, imagine its bitter MIND CONTROL taste on my lips, down my throat.

My pink cell expands. I need to go to a meeting but am out of underwear, everything but sexy lacy panties. I wiggle into a pink pair under my business casual slacks. So chic, I can't help thinking. When I get home I see my butt in a mirror where I notice, horrified, the visible panty lines. I remember thinking I should check myself in the mirror before I leave. Why didn't I do it?

I sleep in nighties and panties and paint my toes hot pink. I listen to Her mp3s over and over and over again. I always hear something new. I wear pantyhose all of the time. I am weak and defeated by Her. It makes no sense to resist. It just makes me feel even more like I am about to cum. Instead I am driven to feminize myself, at each turn. It's what I wanted, of course, but it's also what She demands. I catch myself sometimes thinking of myself as "she" or "her". It freaks me out.

I play with my nipples and caress my breasts and touch myself back there, at the entrance to me, a lot. Usually when I play with myself I have my legs spread way apart. I think of myself on my back playing with my tits, legs spread wide, Her between my legs, making me cum again and again and again. I crave being subjugated to Her physically. I need Her to fuck me so badly. I crave sex with Her, I want to feel her body on mine, spreading me, fucking me. I want to make Her cum so many times by being her perfect little fuck, Her perfect little boy pussy. I fantasize about Her body, what I would do to it with my tongue, my mouth, my hands, fingers, feet, toes. I love giving head, the way girls taste. That makes my pussy really so close to cumming, so close and orgasmic.

Mistress's voice is incredible. It is so expressive. I feel like I know so much about Her just from listening to Her voice. She uses every part of it, even its tones and cadences, to convey Herself to us, not just Her words, but the process of making us Her familiars, slaves that know Her like wives know their husbands: the press of Her body, the smell of Her breath, that secret look and sound, only from Her all it does is make us better slaves to Her. HONOR CHERISH OBEY Devoted to Her voice. DOWN Its rhythms DOWN, its tones DOWN the words filling me and filling me, DOWN fusing into me, become me.

Her web cam shows the walls and rooms She lives in. They are etched into my brain now, familiar, waiting for me. She shows me Herself. These are things I must know now, because I am shaped by Her. PLEASURE AND PAIN. Time stretches out like a dark tunnel as the future becomes increasingly fixed. There are no more choices, I can only OBEY. I must obey Dominica. I try to awake, but there is no longer anything to wake to.