I've got two slaves, and I am only newly aquainted with them. One I am only just meeting today. We are just beginning to get serious in planning our sessions. But I have also been flirting with writing some stories decribing our sessions and wanted some feedback. Is this writing style ok? Does it make you feel as though are there? Does it feel "real"?
Story #1
Title: Your Session with a Naughty Nurse
Description: One of my favourite sessions with one of my favourite subs
You, my cowering sub and unsuspecting patient. Me, your beautiful Domme and Naughty Nurse.
Clad in a white, latex Nurse's outfit, with a bright red cross spread luridly across my ample chest I almost wish you weren't blindfolded.
Almost.
You, shivering, naked, blindfolded and facedown on an exam table. I never speak as I strap your hands and legs to the table.
Next to me is a steel instrument tray. On it: tube of KY Jelly, metal Speculum, box of latex gloves, an enema kit, medium sized butt plug.
It’s time for your examination.
I start by snapping on a pair of latex gloves. Rubbing them over your ass and down your body, pinching and twisting randomly as I go. Slapping your ass with my rubbered hands, hard enough to sting us both.
Admiring that lovely red handprint on your ugly little arse.
On with the inspection. I begin by pouring KY all over your ass and crack and lubing my fingers up. I slide a finger into your rectum and gently circle, round and round. Loosening those muscles. Occasionally reaching between your legs to give your cock and balls a nice squeeze.
I tell you to take a deep breath as I insert the metal speculum and begin to crank it open. One crank. Two cranks. You make a sound deep in your throat, and I can’t tell if it is from discomfort or pleasure. I give you a few hard cranks either way.
When I’ve got you all wide and open for me, I take the tube of KY and fill up your gaping, helpless hole. As I disengage the speculum and pull it out, I have the enema tube at the ready, and in it goes.
Into you I pump the saline solution, one quart…two quarts…dare I pump in three?
After I’ve got you full up I pop in the butt plug so you can’t release the enema at your will, only at my will.
While the enema marinates in your colon, I force you off the table and you are kneeling on the floor, head against the wall, hands tied behind your back. In this position I can best I flog your back and your ass. You beg me to release the enema, please Mistress. You ask me to remove the butt plug. You weak little boy, you pussy. I never said you could speak.
I force your head down to the floor so that your ass is high in the air. I hit with my crop until red welts appear. You thank me and ask for more, more, more.
I hit you even harder for speaking once again without permission.
When I have had my fill of beating you I allow you to release your enema, and immediately prep you for another.
Are you ready for more?
Silly question to ask, since you really have no choice.
After your second enema, you are exhausted, and your whole body feels like rubber.
I allow you to collapse across my lap, and I feel momentarily softened. I tie your hands tight and hard behind your back with a silk scarf and take time with the knot. While you lay across my knees, I stroke your hair and back with my long, crimson fingernails.
But this maternal instinct suddenly evaporates, and I switch from stroking your hair to slapping your ass all within seconds. I reach for my paddle and administer some hard, swift strokes to your buttocks while a red, lipsticked smile stretches across my face. I admire the redness, stroke the welts, and gently kiss your bruises.
I untie your hands only to switch them to the front, and then I retie them brutally and painfully, wristbones grinding into each other. The hardness of the bones and the softness of the silk creates a delicious paradox.
Tossing the paddle away and grabbing the giant bottle of lube, I pour it generously along the crack of your ass and gently work it deep into your anus with my long, thin fingers. I prod and circle gently, feeling your sphincter relax against my ministrations.
I probe with one finger, then two, then three. Soon I am fucking your ass hard and fast with four fingers. I love how your ass is opening up to me, begging to be fucked harder and deeper and with something bigger. I notice my cunt has become dripping wet and my clit is seriously enlarged. It would be an understatement to say I am turned on.
I stop my fingerfuck session only to bend you over onto a nearby bed. Propping your ass up with plenty of pillows, I strap on a medium sized dildo and coat it with lube. Running my fingers up and down the dildo, I pour a generous amount of lube into your ass crack and press the head of the rubber cock to your anus. Gently I begin to insert the cock into your ass, using soft, slow fucking motions. The head of the dildo pops into your anus and I press in harder, slowly, softly.
It doesn’t take long until I am in to the hilt, and I am fucking your ass with long, hard strokes. The dildo inside the harness is grinding into my clit and feels amazing. My hands are still slippery with lube, and I reach around and grab your cock and balls and begin manipulating them, masturbating your dick and massaging your testicles.
This masturbating is a treat from your Mistress, but you'll never know why I treated you with this extra erotic kindness.
In truth, you are my favourite sub, but you'll never know that I think of you as anything more than my cowering, filthy little slut-boy.
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Story #2
Title: none yet
Description: Orgasm denial and control
You are nude, hands cuffed behind your back, on your knees.
Your beautiful Mistress is strolling around you in a corset and spike heels, informing you of just how dirty and slutty you are whilst stroking her beloved black leather riding crop. Randomly slapping your vulnerable body and watching you shudder with pleasure.
The more Mistress walks and talks and slaps, the more your cock grows.
Naughty little sub.
Get to your feet, you nasty little whore. My nasty little whore.
Would you like this beautiful Mistress to touch your growing cock?
Do you deserve it?
Have you earned it?
Perhaps you have.
But perhaps I have something more fiendish in mind.
Removing my shoulder-length black satin gloves, I fill my hand with lube. Commanding you to close your eyes, I begin stroking your unworthy cock.
You are not allowed to make any noise.
You are not allowed to show any sign of pleasure.
You are only allowed to open your mouth to tell your Mistress when you are approaching climax.
“Mistress….I’m…I’m going to cum,” you stutter in a filthy little whine.
Now your Mistress takes up her riding crop again, and with great delight and pleasure in hearing the wet, smacking sound of the leather crop, gently beats your balls and cock until you are soft again. Not too gently now, but not too hard either. Damaging your fleshy tool won’t serve us in the future. No, Mistress hits with just enough force to cause you to lose that wicked erection.
Now, not a sound from you, you foul cunt. Not one noise may escape your lips or Mistress makes quite sure you regret it.
When your cock is nice and soft again, Mistress once again fills her hand with lube. Begins to stroke until her vile little sub is straining and rock hard in her hands again.
Tell your Mistress when you will cum and make no other sound.
How many times shall we repeat the scenario before you receive your reward and are allowed to cum like a river, the ultimate release, being denied so many times before the supreme climax?
Or will you be a bad sub and cum before you are allowed?
Hopefully, for your own sake, you can take direction from Mistress.
Story #1
Title: Your Session with a Naughty Nurse
Description: One of my favourite sessions with one of my favourite subs
You, my cowering sub and unsuspecting patient. Me, your beautiful Domme and Naughty Nurse.
Clad in a white, latex Nurse's outfit, with a bright red cross spread luridly across my ample chest I almost wish you weren't blindfolded.
Almost.
You, shivering, naked, blindfolded and facedown on an exam table. I never speak as I strap your hands and legs to the table.
Next to me is a steel instrument tray. On it: tube of KY Jelly, metal Speculum, box of latex gloves, an enema kit, medium sized butt plug.
It’s time for your examination.
I start by snapping on a pair of latex gloves. Rubbing them over your ass and down your body, pinching and twisting randomly as I go. Slapping your ass with my rubbered hands, hard enough to sting us both.
Admiring that lovely red handprint on your ugly little arse.
On with the inspection. I begin by pouring KY all over your ass and crack and lubing my fingers up. I slide a finger into your rectum and gently circle, round and round. Loosening those muscles. Occasionally reaching between your legs to give your cock and balls a nice squeeze.
I tell you to take a deep breath as I insert the metal speculum and begin to crank it open. One crank. Two cranks. You make a sound deep in your throat, and I can’t tell if it is from discomfort or pleasure. I give you a few hard cranks either way.
When I’ve got you all wide and open for me, I take the tube of KY and fill up your gaping, helpless hole. As I disengage the speculum and pull it out, I have the enema tube at the ready, and in it goes.
Into you I pump the saline solution, one quart…two quarts…dare I pump in three?
After I’ve got you full up I pop in the butt plug so you can’t release the enema at your will, only at my will.
While the enema marinates in your colon, I force you off the table and you are kneeling on the floor, head against the wall, hands tied behind your back. In this position I can best I flog your back and your ass. You beg me to release the enema, please Mistress. You ask me to remove the butt plug. You weak little boy, you pussy. I never said you could speak.
I force your head down to the floor so that your ass is high in the air. I hit with my crop until red welts appear. You thank me and ask for more, more, more.
I hit you even harder for speaking once again without permission.
When I have had my fill of beating you I allow you to release your enema, and immediately prep you for another.
Are you ready for more?
Silly question to ask, since you really have no choice.
After your second enema, you are exhausted, and your whole body feels like rubber.
I allow you to collapse across my lap, and I feel momentarily softened. I tie your hands tight and hard behind your back with a silk scarf and take time with the knot. While you lay across my knees, I stroke your hair and back with my long, crimson fingernails.
But this maternal instinct suddenly evaporates, and I switch from stroking your hair to slapping your ass all within seconds. I reach for my paddle and administer some hard, swift strokes to your buttocks while a red, lipsticked smile stretches across my face. I admire the redness, stroke the welts, and gently kiss your bruises.
I untie your hands only to switch them to the front, and then I retie them brutally and painfully, wristbones grinding into each other. The hardness of the bones and the softness of the silk creates a delicious paradox.
Tossing the paddle away and grabbing the giant bottle of lube, I pour it generously along the crack of your ass and gently work it deep into your anus with my long, thin fingers. I prod and circle gently, feeling your sphincter relax against my ministrations.
I probe with one finger, then two, then three. Soon I am fucking your ass hard and fast with four fingers. I love how your ass is opening up to me, begging to be fucked harder and deeper and with something bigger. I notice my cunt has become dripping wet and my clit is seriously enlarged. It would be an understatement to say I am turned on.
I stop my fingerfuck session only to bend you over onto a nearby bed. Propping your ass up with plenty of pillows, I strap on a medium sized dildo and coat it with lube. Running my fingers up and down the dildo, I pour a generous amount of lube into your ass crack and press the head of the rubber cock to your anus. Gently I begin to insert the cock into your ass, using soft, slow fucking motions. The head of the dildo pops into your anus and I press in harder, slowly, softly.
It doesn’t take long until I am in to the hilt, and I am fucking your ass with long, hard strokes. The dildo inside the harness is grinding into my clit and feels amazing. My hands are still slippery with lube, and I reach around and grab your cock and balls and begin manipulating them, masturbating your dick and massaging your testicles.
This masturbating is a treat from your Mistress, but you'll never know why I treated you with this extra erotic kindness.
In truth, you are my favourite sub, but you'll never know that I think of you as anything more than my cowering, filthy little slut-boy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Story #2
Title: none yet
Description: Orgasm denial and control
You are nude, hands cuffed behind your back, on your knees.
Your beautiful Mistress is strolling around you in a corset and spike heels, informing you of just how dirty and slutty you are whilst stroking her beloved black leather riding crop. Randomly slapping your vulnerable body and watching you shudder with pleasure.
The more Mistress walks and talks and slaps, the more your cock grows.
Naughty little sub.
Get to your feet, you nasty little whore. My nasty little whore.
Would you like this beautiful Mistress to touch your growing cock?
Do you deserve it?
Have you earned it?
Perhaps you have.
But perhaps I have something more fiendish in mind.
Removing my shoulder-length black satin gloves, I fill my hand with lube. Commanding you to close your eyes, I begin stroking your unworthy cock.
You are not allowed to make any noise.
You are not allowed to show any sign of pleasure.
You are only allowed to open your mouth to tell your Mistress when you are approaching climax.
“Mistress….I’m…I’m going to cum,” you stutter in a filthy little whine.
Now your Mistress takes up her riding crop again, and with great delight and pleasure in hearing the wet, smacking sound of the leather crop, gently beats your balls and cock until you are soft again. Not too gently now, but not too hard either. Damaging your fleshy tool won’t serve us in the future. No, Mistress hits with just enough force to cause you to lose that wicked erection.
Now, not a sound from you, you foul cunt. Not one noise may escape your lips or Mistress makes quite sure you regret it.
When your cock is nice and soft again, Mistress once again fills her hand with lube. Begins to stroke until her vile little sub is straining and rock hard in her hands again.
Tell your Mistress when you will cum and make no other sound.
How many times shall we repeat the scenario before you receive your reward and are allowed to cum like a river, the ultimate release, being denied so many times before the supreme climax?
Or will you be a bad sub and cum before you are allowed?
Hopefully, for your own sake, you can take direction from Mistress.
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It actually brings me out of the narrative. Also, a reader who is a submissive doesn't necessarily want to know what his domme is thinking; that doesn't push his humiliation buttons. But being told...
