Make It Real

[BadForm]

I sat at the table with Helen, my agent. For once, she wasn't smiling, but rather looked concerned. We were discussing my latest novel, "Make It Real". My last three had sold well, although the numbers had been reduced lately. I figured this is what concerned her.

"What's wrong?" I asked, figuring it was better to get things into the open.

"Sex..."

I was used to Helen being blunt, but this even surprised me.

"Or to put it another way... there isn't any!"

I didn't quite know what to say. Was she talking about her private life? I knew she had been divorced for a year, but figured she had made other arrangements or been too busy. Either way, it hardly seemed my business. She saw my perplexity and shook her head before thrusting three envelopes at me.

"Look!" she said. "Read these... they're fan mail, after a fashion. And they're just like more and more we're getting in the office about you."

I opened the first letter and saw Helen had highlighted a particular part:

K Somerset writes an amazingly empowering story for women. They way Wendy overcomes the protestations of the men in her office to become the leader of the board could be a fictitious role model for so many. However, why does she not write about sex? Doesn't she realize that women too like to read a good love scene? Especially when it is the woman in control, as Wendy would be.

"They think I'm a woman?" I said, raising my eyebrows.

Actually, it wasn't such a surprising assumption. I'd always published under K Somerset, I always wrote about female protagonists and I had never made a major public appearance. Helen just shook her head at me and indicated that I needed to read the next.

In City Speed, Diane could be such a great character. She grew up on the streets and she comes to lead the gang. But where is the sex? I mean, can you really imagine Diane doing anything but controlling men through any means. Hell, I would...

And the next...

I dunno whether to be pleased or pissed. I mean, Wyvern's such a great book, and the way the princess takes on the sorceror is fantastic. But come on, she looks like some kinda frigid bitch or something. Its about time us girls got to read about women controlling the sex too. I'm sick of the guys getting all the good action. Please tell Somerset to start writing about how we women like to be in control sometimes too...

"Sex," she said again. "Books with sex sell three times as much as books without, and you're writing some great female characters, Ken. But if you don't start putting some female dominance in there, some hot sex with the woman in control, I'm afraid your fans are just going to go to other women writers."

I looked at her in suprise for a second. It wasn't something I had considered, althoug I realized she was right. Finally I explained the problem.

"I've never been with a dominant woman," I said. "I wouldn't know how to write it."

She looked at me thoughtfully as she tapped her finger. Finally she smiled and said. "You need training..."

OOC: Any female domme wanna write Helen and train Ken?

 

[Arioso]

bump

Good luck

 

[BadForm]

Thanks... there don't seem so many Dommes around lately... I'll need it.

 

[Arioso]

One good bump...

...deserves another

bump, and still more good luck.

 

[angelique127]

Tried to pm you, am interested in playing Helen, but your mailbox is full. Ashame it was a detailed letter.
Pm me if you dare!!!

 

[angelique127]

As Helen

" You need training.....and I know just the right mistress to provide it for you!"
I almost laughed at your rather dubious expression.
" Who ? "
" ME, of course. "
This time I couldn't surpress a giggle. You seemed so shocked at my suggestion, I thought you would fall from your chair. All of a sudden, I too had second thoughts, but I quickly dashed them aside. I had been planning this for a week.
" If you don't find me attractive enough....," I began, but you interrupted me.
" No..no, it's not that" your eyes immediatly looked down at my breasts, as if seeing them for the first time, " It's just that...well....I'm having a hard time picturing you as a domme, I mean."
I took a sip of my wine. I knew I should have worn something alittle more daring to this meeting, instead of my usual pantsuit business attire. Like that leather corsett and boots in my closet at home.
" Look, I'm just trying to help you out with your next book, increase the sales again , that sort of thing. Some men would jump at the chance, you know " I explained, somewhat irratated now.
" Forgive me, Helen, it's not like that. What about Phil, your husband ?"
" What about Phil, believe me, he would never get on his knees and......." perhaps I was saying too much, but it was too late now, " worship me. Besides he is going on a trip next week."
{ Funny thing how HE was constantly going off to exotic places.... alone } Maybe this plot did have to do with some sweet revenge, book sales ...or a chance to finally be with you, take control and be admired for once. Whatever, I wasn't about to tell you.... yet. First you would have to suffer.... and beg!
" When do we start ?" you asked.
" Would tomorrow night be too soon ?"
" No, sounds good to me"
" Good be at my place, say ten?" If you only knew what I had in store for you. My God, are you in for a surprise!!!
" Now be a good little slave and order us lunch. Pronto" I told you , snapping my fingers.......

 

[BadForm]

Ken

I was shocked at the way you switched from an agent, hired to serve me, to a domme, whom I would serve. I was more shocked though by my own reaction. I had understated things. I had not been with a domme before, but I had not been with anyone in the last seven years. I was surprised at how excited I was at the prospect of serving... of serving you in particular.

I listened to your command and found myself blushing, which I expected, and hardening which I did not. I shifted awkwardly and attempted to remain calm. What did you usually eat? Well, when we'd met you always enjoyed coffee, but your food varied. Always meat, rare for preference, I realized and that fact suddenly took on a new meaning. How long had you been wanting to take control of a man? And was your husband also a submissive? It hadn't seemed that way when we had dined together a few months ago, but now I had to wonder.

I looked down at the menu and tried to work out what you might like. Steak, bloody and rare? No, I selected something else... something symbolic... something I was feeling like I was right now.

"Waiter," I raised my hand and summoned our server. "I'll have the lobster and... and... Helen will take the lamb."

The waiter raised an eyebrow at the way I blushed suddenly and a heard you cluck your tongue slightly as he walked away.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "What did I do wrong?"

"Helen?" you said and when I failed to get it you repeated yourself. "Helen... slave? You called me Helen?"

"But its your..." I stopped. My eyes fixed on yours and I saw the suppressed humor in your eyes. "No, its not is it? Not if I'm a slave... what do you want to call me? Lady? Mistress?"

God, I couldn't do this... not in public. Could I? And I knew.

I could.

 

[angelique127]

In the restaurant.....

" You may address me as Mistress." I stated. " From now on, you belong to me. YOU exist only for MY pleasure. Is that understood?"
You nod your consent, meekly.
This is easier than I thought. Already, I am enjoying the power I have over you. I reach into my handbag to find the small box I brought with me..... just in case. I hand it to you, smiling.
" What do you say? I see we are going to have to work on your manners."
" Thank you ...Mistress." You resist the urge to open it, without being told.
" Now I want you to go to the men's room and put it on." I command.
After you leave the table in haste, I wish I could be there to see your face when you discover that the box contains a cock ring. I then unbutton a few buttons on my shirt, fluff my dark hair to add body and touch up my make-up before your return.
My new slave boy manages to get back just as the waiter brings our lunch. I notice a bulge in your pants before you sit down. I lick my lips in anticapation......
" I would like for my slave to cut my meat."
We both ignore the waiter's expression as he walks away.
" Are you wearing it ?" I inquire.
" Yes, Mistress Helen. "
" Then show me......"

 

[BadForm]

Ken

It had been difficult to work out what you had given me, I had never seen anything like it before. At first I thought it was some kind of strange finger ring until I factored in the new aspect of our relationship and the way you had told me to put it on in the men's room. That meant it had to go...

I looked around, checking all the stalls carefully to make sure I was alone and finally went into one. The cock ring was basically a set of leather strips made to be secured around the cock and balls. With no expertise, fitting it was no easy feat, although the instructions in the box certainly helped. I took a deep breath and fastened the clasps, feeling the slight pain as my cock and balls were clamped securely. Then I returned to the table.

Your statement to the waiter that you wanted your slave to cut the food made me blush and I did my best to stay watching you instead of him. It was hard, and embarrassing as I found I grew in response to the embarrassment until the cockring was no longer loose at all.

" Are you wearing it ?" you inquire.

" Yes, Mistress Helen. " I said.

" Then show me......"

I blinked in shock and looked around in case anyone had heard. You must be crazy, I decided, and instantly questioned myself. Sure, I needed to know what it was to be dominated if I was to learn to write erotic scenes for my heroines, but...

"Here?" I croaked. "Helen, don't be silly... we'd be arrested..."

You didn't look angry but the way you raised your eyebrow slightly told me I was out of line.

"Do you know how rude you have just been, slave?" you say. "First, you WILL call me Mistress, unless you wish to find a new agent and try to sell books that nobody cares about anymore without the lacking sex scenes. Secondly, as you mistress, I have every right to tell you what to wear and when. You do not have the right to object."

"But...Hel... Mistress," I mumble, trying desperately to keep my voice down. "Please... if I do that here, we will be arrested. Please, can't we go somewhere and I'll do whatever you want, but I'm no good to you if I get us both arrested for public indecency!"

I watch to see just how bad your reaction is going to be, realizing that I am right but that you could also just decide to walk out on me. Then again, from the look in your eyes, I get the feeling that my promise to do anything you want somewhere else might just have been enough to keep you with me for now at least. And I try to decide whether that is a good thing or a bad.

 

[angelique127]

Helen

I studied my new' Toy' sitting across from me. True, he had been disobediant and would be punished severely.....later... at her convience. I really don't blame him, we are in public.... although with the long tableclothes, I didn't think any one would notice. { I really did want to see his cock fitted with the device }
I considered a hotel downtown, but dismissed it. All of my props were at home, and my husband didn't leave until tomorrow....we had started this now, and I did not to wait that long. After all Ken WAS a writer, who could change his mind at any time. Yes ,I had been dealing with several for ten years now, I knew not to push too far. I still can't believe HE went along with this in the first place. { he looks so cute sitting there }. Out of all my clients, Ken is the only one I would even consider... helping. But yes, to be honest I was VERY, VERY fond of him.
" I have an idea." I surpressed a giggle at your shocked expression," No, I'm not going to ask you to take me on top of the table in front of everyone, but I was thinking.... why don't you come home with me NOW !"
" What about Phil ? you asked somewhat astounded.
I waited for you to correct yourself.God, you are a glutton for punishment.
" Mistress Helen." you added.
" Don't worry about him. We will just tell Phil that you lost your apartment because of book sales, and you have no where to stay. So we have a spare room.....with a computer, where you can begin to write your # 1 bestseller. Besides he leaves tomorrow."
{ then mister, be ready to serve your Mistress. Then I will attach the chain to that cock ring, and another one to your studded collar }

 

[BadForm]

Ken

I looked at the food on the table and knew there was a decision to make. Although you had shown me that you would accept and understand my concerns about public nudity, your latest demand led to one choice: I could refuse to come, protest that we hadn't eaten, and lose any chance of learning what it was to be dominated, or I could accept and follow you from the restaurant. And as I thought about it, I realized this was not a choice. Hopefully, at some point, you would allow me to eat, but I had given up my self-will in all but threatening circumstances before I ever put on the cock ring.

I nodded and took three fifties from my wallet, which I dropped on the table. Securing them with one of the plates, I cast a brief glance at you and responded.

"Yes Mistress Helen."

With that I stood up, waiting for you to do the same and followed you out of the restaurant. I do not know what told me this, but as soon as I had held the doors for you I dropped two feet behind and kept my eyes down. I felt silly, but at the same time excited, as you led me to your car. We drove away, leaving my own vehicle abandoned by the roadside, and I began to wonder if I'd see it again.

We drove without speaking and at several points I was tempted to ask you what you were thinking, what you had planned. But I figured that your silence was a test, just as the cock ring that now rested uneasily in my cramped position had been. It was best if I did not speak until you invited me to.

As we neared the house an old indie song I loved popped into my head. "The inexplicable charisma of the rival..." I thought about Phil, and what he could not, would not, know. That excited me almost as much as the thought of what I would face in your training.

 

[angelique127]

Helen

When we pull into my driveway I look at you. You appear to be nervous, or is it excitement ? Maybe a little of both, I assume. Regardless, I break the silence between us.
"Don't worry about Phil. In spite of his size, he really is a puppydog, but tomorrow, when he is gone, your real training begins. So ......enjoy your last night of freedom."
" Yes Mistress"
" Helen will do for now." I can't help laughing, thinking about what my husband would do if he heard you calling me that. " Now open the car door for me !"

As I open the door using my key, wishing I had a maid to answer it, suddenly I remember that tomorrow is my monthly ladies meeting at my house. Once a month a group of my friends all get together to enjoy food, wine and gossip. { Oh my God, I have a butler to do it , won't this be fun !!!} Good thing you can't read my mind.
Once inside I see my husband is relaxing in his chair, drinking a beer.
" Darling, you know Ken. I've decided to let him stay in our guest room for a few days, until his new apartment is ready." I hate lying to him but I can't tell the truth either.
You two shake hands.
" Would you be a sweetheart and fix us something for dinner . I'm going upstairs to change."
" I thought we were going to order out for seafood tonight " Phil says.
" Whatever. Ken, come with me and I'll show you your room."
" Hey Kenny, where's your stuff ?" Phil asks.
" What stuff ? I inquire with a sinking feeling.
" His clothes and things."
For a moment our eyes meet before you answer Phil.
" They are in the car. I'll get them later."
So calm, cool and collected, I'm impressed........ until you turn to me and announce " So... where's my room, Mistress Helen ?"
" It's this way Mister Ken Doll." I answer through gritted teeth.
As you follow me upstairs I am plotting your punishment { You WON"T have nothing to grin about tomorrow slave boy... when you are serving drinks at my party in nothing but your tight cock ring and collar with chain!!! }

 

[BadForm]

Ken

I can't resist the urge to tease you, and to make things "worse" for me, and so, in front of your husband I call you "Mistress Helen."

I'm sure that I hear him gasp slightly as you chase me out of the room and upstairs. I feel your hand slap my ass as we close the bedroom door and it is all I can do not to cry out in shock and some slight pain. I spin to face you, unsure what to say but your eyes are cold now.

"I... I'm sorry, Mistress Helen," I say, letting my gaze fall to the carpet.

Your hand meets my groin, not to caress me but to squeeze painfully, warningly. Your meaning is obvious and I determine that I will simply follow your commands from now on. It is, perhaps, not my place to play games with you - except those you demand.

"Get some sleep," you command in a hiss. "You will pay for this tomorrow.'

I nod and watch you walk out the door. Then I climb into the guest bed and try to get some sleep. It takes me a while, my cock held rigid against the sheet by the cock ring. I wonder if I should have removed it, but you did not give me permission. Eventually, however, blackness overtakes me and I dream of fears and excitements still to come.

 

[makofin]

Cameo appearance:

Makofin as Phillip

I proofread the letter before I slip it into the envelope, along with the photo.

Kenneth,
Sorry you missed a fanastic dinner last nite, but Helen told me you were exhausted. Anyway I'm sort of glad you will be staying here while I'm away, I worry about Helen being alone. Say, after dinner I went out to get your luggage from the car and it was gone. Maybe you forgot to lock the doors. At any rate I also enclosed a photo for you, it's of Mistress ? Helen and the last guy who stayed with us. Shit just kidding!
Take care , Phillip

I slipped it under the door and ran downstairs to the waiting taxi.

 

[angelique127]

The next morning

I sat at my make-up table combing my wet dark hair. That shower felt so good but my new slave toy should be here, brushing my hair for me. From now on though, it would be one of his DUTIES. That and bathing me in my claw foot bathtub.
As I put on my garterbelt and slip into my black stockings, I think of more tasks for Ken to perform, like shaving my legs and if he is a good slave today at the party, maybe for his reward I'll let him trim around my pussy mound, just the way I like it.
I do need my nails painted too.
Once I am finished dressing in my leather skirt and heels { the thigh high boots will have to wait until later } I check out my reflection in the mirror. My firm breasts stick out in my low cut lace up top I notice as I turn in front of the mirror. Last I step into a pair of sheer see-thru panties.
I grab my small whip as I leave the bedroom to march down the hall where I knock loudly on your door.
"Wake up now slave boy.... my lady friends will be here at noon!!!! And I expect lunch to be ready by then. Oh and you will find a tuxedo hanging in the closet."
My heels click- clack down the stairs as I make my way to the kitchen, then on down into the basement/ dungeon where your studded collar hangs......

 

[BadForm]

Ken

Your rap on the door wakes me at once and as I hear your words I sit bolt upright. Shit, what was I thinking last night... I mean... sure... I know I need to learn to write sex, but to fall so readily into being your toy, your slave. I wonder for a second if I was drunk, but know that wasn't the case. No, quite simply, I have fantasised about this before... and you have given me the chance to fulfill my dreams.

"Yes, Mistress Helen," I respond, guessing that since you called me slave boy your husband must be gone.

Then I notice the envelope under the door and open it. What I see makes me more than a little concerned about what will happen, and very confused about how much Phillip knows about this. I decide that, as your slave, I should bring this to you, but first I need to get dressed.

I open the closet and find the tuxedo, or at least the mockery of one. It is cut fine, but too fine, its shape designed to show off every line of its wearers form, and its fly fashed with buttons that seem to provide a more obvious access to the penis "hidden" beneath. Not that its easy to fasten them. I assume I lost my erection during the night, but its back now and somehow the cock ring is still on. Eventually I manage to fasten the buttons and leave the room to find you.

"Mistress Helen," I say as I walk into the room where you stand. "This was slipped under my door this morning... I hope it is right to tell you, if I am your slave I feel I should not keep secrets?"

 

[angelique127]

In my kitchen

I take the envelope and the pic and read it. {that son of a bitch } then I toss it aside. Approaching you, standing againest the sink, I slip the collar around your neck.
" That doesn't scare you, does it?" I whisper seductively, " Because that's what it was meant to do. Let's just say that he is long gone....and I have been waiting a long time for this."
You hardly notice when I snap the chain to the collar, but as I press up againest you, I feel the bulge in your trousers. I smile wickedly.
" Oh my!" My fingers fumble with the buttons to finally release your erect cock with it's restraining device. I stroke it softly, teasing it to it's full length. A moan escapes your lips.
" You have been such a naughty....slave, haven't you ? But this is just the beginning of your.....punishment."
As you lean back with your arms, your hips move, rubbing your shaft in my hand. I let you do this for a moment before interupting...
" Stop that this instant ! If you cum before I let you.... YOU WILL BE PUNISHED SEVERELY ! Turn around NOW...and assume the position. Bend over."
I pull your pants down, then you feel the sting of my riding crop on your exposed bare bottom.
"I'm so sorry Mistress Helen. It won't happen again!"
" It better not." {slap... Slap } Do you think you are going to get off that easy? { slap } No way, you are going to have to EARN your rewards."
I yank you back around to face me by your leash.Your expression is one of defiance. Again, my hand lightly massages your aching cock.
" Listen to me slave toy," I am whispering now, " If you dare embarress me today in front of my guests by being insolent, I promise you will spend hours in agony. On the other hand, if you perform per my instructions.... you will be rewarded" I add, rather sweetly.
" Yes ...Mistress.... may I ask how?"
" Don't worry about it. I need you to call and order enough food for lunch.... say for four HUNGARY females. Oh and if I catch you.... touching yourself in any way....well you know what that means..... your cock belongs to me and me only."

 

[BadForm]

Ken

I couldn't believe what you had just done. My ass smarted. I hadn't even been spanked since I was a child, let alone slapped with a crop. It hurt, but in a way that warmed by lust still further. And as to your carress... it was a touch to die for.

I struggled not to demand how you could require me not to pleasure myself after all you had put me through. Did you not see how turned on I was, I wondered. And I knew the answer at once. Of course you did, that was the point wasn't it. That was the punishment in part - and the domination for the rest of it. You would deny me an orgasm until such a time as you willed it.

For a second I considered pleasuring myself anyway. This only worked as long as I let it work... except if I wanted to understand, I had to go throug with this. The increase in willing submission sent images reeling in my head. Here was where the princess had the wizard in Wyvern had I but realized it.

With a smile I state my compliance with your demands. You haven't fastened me up again by the time you move from me, and at first I start to do it myself, but then stop. Its not the thaught that you might discipline me if you think I'm touching myself, but rather that you didn't tell me to button up.

With a blush I walk over to the phone, hoping that nobody will approach the house while I'm so exposed.

There is a list by the phone, all the best restaurants in the area. I know I'm not your most popular client and I am now a millionaire from my books, so its understandable that you have a good lifestyle. But what to order? You seemed happy with a meat dish, and as I mention your name to the manager, he confirms my selections. However, I'm not sure all your friends will have similar taste. For all I know, I may be the only meat on the menu for some of them. In the end, I order enough varied meat entrees for you and four guests and add two vegetarian dishes to ensure if there are vegetarians they will have their wishes met. I then ask the manager what deserts he suggests and with a slight chuckle he says he has a special chocolate cake you call "love pie" with special sause. The way he says it makes me blush As an afterthought I recall my own credit card number and have the orders put on that. I'm unsure if you realized and decide it is not my place to say that I did that. Let it be a gift, whether you know it or not, I think.

With the order taken care of I return to your side and wait patiently.

 

[angelique127]

The Party Begins.......

I was quite impressed when the caterer delivered the food trays, seeing that I gave you no specific orders. Everything was perfect, a wide variety to choose from. You had done well, aside from your hesitation at answering the door in your tailered suit. As a reward I ordered you to fix yourself a plate, knowing you must be famished by now...... and my toy would need his strength for the day ahead.
The first to arrive was Athena, a big busted blonde, who just loved sex, even more than me I suppose, anyway that was ALL she would ever talk or think about. In spite of being very rich, married into it, she was the hostess of her own lingerie company, which did home parties. Always on the lookout for male models, Athena's eyes grew large when she saw you.
"My God Helen where did you find HIM?" she exclaimed, her eyes doing a twice over, then lingering at your bulging crotch.
" Kenneth is my new butler, I hired for our get together" I explained as I led her to a chair, away from you.
" I do declare, I like your taste, and you are always so full of delightful surprises!" she said while sitting.
" Kenneth please get our guest a drink " I ordered you, sure that you overheard Athena ask me if we were going to play our little game today, as you dissappeared into the kitchen.
After you served her vodka and tonic, the doorbell rang. You rushed to open the door, somewhat eager. Were you taken back when you saw Amber standing there? Most men find her extremely exotic, with her very long reddish tresses that just manage to touch her butte{And most men wouldn't mind being whipped with it}
" Yes, can I help you ? Do you have an invitation ?" you ask, blocking her entrance.
I can't see Amber's expression, but I realize that YOU have just broken another rule. Don't be rude to my guests. You must have forgotten that I told you to be polite. VERY POLITE.
Now my butler would have to learn his lesson. I must admit, it seems you have lost all your fear of being in public. For your sake, I hope that's so......yes, you may be smirking.....BUT YOU WILL BE PUT IN YOUR PLACE !!!!! In complete servitude.

 

[BadForm]

Ken

The more of your guests arrive, the more excited I become. I have managed to easy my rigid cock back inside my trousers but with no command to fasten them, its obvious that the buttons are still open and inviting to any hand that chooses to reach there. Your guests are beautiful, though one or two of them seem a little skinny for my liking - I have always preferred the look of a true amazon, succulent and muscular and tall. But there is no denying that your friends are any man's dream, almost as much as you yourself.

I feel myself begin to lose my blush as the embarrassment of being consumed by their eyes yields to the pleasure of the same. These women exude sex, and its only with the expectation that I will be made to pay for it that I keep the redhead waiting. I can feel your eyes boring into me as I demand to see her invititation before letting her push past me.

I'm not sure why I'm behaving like this. I'm acting like some kind of boyslut, but it excites me to be examined so eagerly by you and your guests. Within minutes the other two guests have arrived and these I let right in. I firstly don't wish to arouse your wrath TOO far and secondly, I wonder just how the redhead will respond to realizing she was the only one who was picked out to be stopped. From the shocking sights I've seen so far, I'll be in for something from her as well.

"Mistress Helen," I say softly, bringing a whisky and orange for your last guest, "I await your command."

 

[angelique127]

the party continues...

I sip my drink before ordering you into the center of the circle. We ladies are silent, watching.
" Strip boyslut "
You do as you are told, standing before us, clad only in your studded collar and tight leather cock ring.
" On your knees !"
Again you obey my command.
"He seems well trained already....except for that smirk on his face." Regina, a tall blonde with short cropped hair remarks.
"Since he was disrespectful to Amber... she will have the pleasure to bind him."
Suddenly the long locked redhead was standing over you, she was the last thing you saw before the silk blindfold covered your eyes. Our boyslut could no longer protest as the ball gag was fitted in his mouth and the hands cuffed in front of him.
" May I whip him Mistress Helen ?"
" Not yet. Let us prepare lunch."
There was a flurry of activity, that you could not see, but within a few seconds you found yourself on your back, placed on a large silver tray, on top of the coffee table. Then various meat and cheese slices were arranged all over your naked body, with fruit and veggies on one side. Although you didn't know it yet, there were cups of dip, whipped creame, chocolate sauce amongest other goodies provided.
Our boyslut's cock stood straight up, sticking out of our feast, and then someone attached a small chain to the ring, to better control you with.
Everyone pulled their chairs around the table in a intimate circle. We began to eat.


Once the small talk was finished with, and since you were MY slaveboy, it was up to me to explain your purpose. One of the girls decided to try out the main course as I spoke..... lathering your hard dick with chocolate and cream first, then lightly... ever so lightly...licked it off with her tongue.
" Welcome to our little Ladies First Club... boyslut. You have been selected to be trained by us........to provide our members with pleasure.... to learn to please a lady first."
The chain was pulled towards Amber's mouth and the ritual repeated. This time you tried to thrust your cock and hips upward,off the plate, groaning behind the ball gag. You were quickly restrained by the chain.
" Sorry slave, not yet." I continued in a calm voice, " First you must learn your place... earn your reward, as the other male slaves did. Be informed, that we all have selected several men to be introduced to the art of....pleasing us."
Your torment continued when Athena donned a white silk glove and softly stroked your aching, stiff shaft. Soon she was joined by a few teasing tongues, which almost put you over the edge.
" Don't you dare cum, or you will be punished !!!"
By now all had joined in, using their tongues and manicured fingers to caress your whole twisting body. It was quite a sight to behold, like a pack of frenzied female vampires...feeding off a male victim... who twisted beneath them....helpless.
I ripped off your blindfold so you could see what was happening..........



mes think

 

[makofin]

I wish i could take his place !!!!!!!

 

[angelique127]

I saw were badform could no longer play on any of his threads. such a shame I kind of liked where it was going

 

[tuddy]

I saw were badform could no longer play on any of his threads. such a shame I kind of liked where it was going

And I like where your going?
Damn u r one sexy lady