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Another Bad Boy...
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Another Bad Boy... I do enjoy the bad boys that come to visit this firm-handed Mistress. This morning's bad boy was in need of a good paddling, as well as some much needed humiliation. To add to the pleasure of the moment, the bad boy showed up to visit me with quite a bad boy attitude. He was laughing as I put the little stainless steel thumb-cuffs on him but then it started to turn...once the bad boy was in the cuffs, I proceeded to strip him naked while I remained fully clothed. I also placed the ball gag in his potty mouth as I had grown tired of his rude, little comments...so typical of the macho-bad boy!! In a manner of seconds, the bad boy was brought down a few notches...there with the thumb cuffs securing his hands, his body now naked and ready to receive the discipline that he so needed. His mouth somewhat silenced with the rubber-ball, leather strapped gag in place...I could tell, this was a bit more than he had anticipated. Next, the red leather blindfold was placed over his eyes...depriving the bad boy of his ability to speak and see this Mistress...now he would dwell in the realm of sound...he would hear and feel all that this Mistress would dispense... I shoved him over my red leather ottoman and proceeded to smack each ass cheek with my leather hand paddle...the red, glowing hand print began to rise on each cheek...the bad boy whimpered as he received each blow of my paddle...I then took my smaller, little leather paddle and worked my way over his ass cheeks, leaving no white skin showing, only a glowing red from the crease of his ass cheeks where it meets his upper thighs and up to his waist or pants belt line... I then proceeded to put the leather ankle cuffs in place, pulling my bad boy up and off of the ottoman. He staggered and moaned...I love the guttural sounds that are made when a gag is in place...I whispered mean nothings in his ear...telling him how much Mistress was enjoying getting the frustrations of her week out on his unworthy ass and body...he stumbled around as I then set to turning him around and around...now he was totally confused as to where he was or what direction he was going...I grabbed his cuffed thumbs and had him put them over his head where they would rest behind his head...this caused his chest to protrude a bit and also gave me full access to his now steel-hard erection. I slapped his hard cock with my bare hand...this caused the bad boy to lean forward and another moan escape from around the ball gag...I then grabbed his cock and began to stroke it, he was helpless to my touch...his hips began to move ever-so-slightly as though to reciprocate my stroking... "Oh, does bad boy like Mistress to play with his cock?" I hissed...he nodded a yes...which is when I slapped at his cock again...his pleasure turned to pain and then I turned it again and stroked his cock...I enjoyed seeing his body react, his sexual excitement coupled with his sexual discipline... I pulled him by the cock, leading him to the room I was to further dispense his discipline. I pushed him hard against the iron bed...he fell forward across the bed, leaving his ass cheeks completely available to me...I smacked him hard on both cheeks and ordered him up on the bed on all fours. I took the thumb cuffs off of him and replaced them with the full leather mitts... I proceeded to insert a butt plug, pushing the object into his tight little man-pussy opening...he was squealing behind is gag...as the plug popped past the sphincter muscle...I chided him for thinking that it hurt...a deserving little bad boy, definitely needed his man-pussy stretched by his Mistress...I reminded him that my future plans for him was to eventually be able to receive a real cock and become this Mistress' true little bitch...he went down on his elbows as I ordered him on his back, spread eagle...I quickly chained him to the four corners of the bed... Bad boy would not be tasting my pussy this morning...nor would he get to touch or feel this Mistress...oh no, he was not worthy of realizing any of my sexual pleasure other than the touches I administered...I then lubed up my hands and climbed up on the bed next to him...I proceeded to stroke his hard cock...massaging it, rubbing the lube down over his balls, pushing on the butt plug to make sure he knew it was still there... I then turned my attentions to sucking and biting his nipples...first one, then the other, stroking his hard cock...I could see his leg muscles tightening with each stroke and bite...I then did what I call a rapid stroking or jack-hammer stroke on his cock watching as his legs tensed and he raised his ass up off of the bed trying to help fuck my hands...just as he was getting into my rhythm, I stopped and took my hands off of him. His body went limp and he laid back in his chains on the bed...I waited for a long while, not moving or saying anything...just as quickly as I had stopped, I began to stroke him again...then I placed the long, wooden nipple clamps on his now hard little marble nipples...he moaned under his gag...and his hips again began to thrust upward to meet the stroking of my hands...again, I waited until I could see his body tense...I reminded him that he was not to cum without permission...he nodded that he understood...and just as his hips started really bucking up, I again, withdrew my hands, as well as got up off of the bed. I let the silence of the room completely cover him...he didn't know where I was in the room, nor where I was going to strike next. I then set to rapid whacking of his cock with my long handled<b> riding crop...</font></b>he tried to curl his body against the whacks on his hard man-meat...I was relentless...his hard cock bobbing which each whack...he was whimpering under his gag...I could almost hear him begging me to stop... His hard cock was quite attractive...I told him so, too bad it was attached to such a bad boy...I chided him telling him how much Mistress would enjoy riding his hard man-meat but that would be what he ultimately wanted...but that was not to be today...I would draw my pleasure from his cock but this morning, it would be in a different way...I continued to work his cock, stroking it, then whacking it, then letting him lay still for about another 10 minutes...then I decided it was time to jack-off my naughty, nasty boy...I wanted to make him cum...I wanted to see his jism spew forth from the eye of his hard cock... I set to lubing up my hands some more and then returned to stroking him...I used both hands and talked dirty to my bad boy...telling him how much I enjoyed watching him thrash about in his bonds while I took my pleasure from torturing his cock...soon his hips were thrusting to meet the stroking of my hands...I told him to wait until he had permission to cum...wait...are you close? He would nod his head and try to pull his legs up...then he would try to move his arms...the chains rattled so nicely against the iron head board and foot boards...he was growing closer to his orgasm, I could tell by the tensing of his body...I told him to fuck my hands...then I pulled the silicone pussy sleeve onto his hardness and he went wild...his hips were uncontrollable...and he was trying to beg me through his gag to let him cum...a few more strokes and I knew he couldn't hold it back...I saw the first drops coming out of the eye and there he was...he started cumming, shooting his creamy cum...I grabbed a nearby wine glass and managed to collect quite a bit of his cum-load in the glass...he came and came...his body in the full throes of his orgasm...I continued stroking his cock with the silicone sleeve in place until his cock began to grow limp and the sleeve slipped off... I usually let the bad boy up upon the subsiding of his orgasm, but not this morning...I removed the ball gag, then told him he had one more task to perform before Mistress would release him and send him on his way. I then held the cum-filled wine glass to his lips and ordered him to taste his own cum...he hesitated, which was met with a mean slap on the face...he opened his mouth and I poured the creamy liquid into his mouth...he licked at it and screwed-up his face as though to show me how foul he thought this was...I told him to take it, drink it, taste himself...once he had consumed a small amount, I set to releasing him. I then ordered him to dress and leave, he was dismissed. I noticed him looking at the wine glass that had some of the cum inside of it...he shivered as he dressed...it was a good session for the bad boy...and a good session for this Mistress. Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure... - Lord Byron, Don Juan |
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12/6/2008 7:08 am |
Jeez thats hot!
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Damn, and to think by that time I barely had gotten my coffee. Thanks for sharing!
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