The Innocent One

By Mistress Rikka

Erotic Fantasy Only: All characters, places and events are fictional.

Naked, back pressed against the cold metal on the wall that he is helplessly chained to by his wrists and ankles, he anxiously waits while the Mistress enters the room with two strangers he has never met: a female and a male slave. With eyes wide, taking in every action and movement, and mouth open, as if he is trying to taste the electric sexual charge in the room, he watches his Mistress slowly undresses her. Her: the innocent dark haired woman dripping with vulnerability and seductive sensuality all at once. Her eyes are wide as well, staring deep into his with a mixture of unknowing and knowing. Who is this innocent dark haired woman slowly being stripped naked by his Mistress, he wonders.

He looks across the room over to a darkly lit corner where the male slave stands naked except for a hood and a collar slowly jerking his cock. The male slave, depersonalized by the black hood covering his face, adds an almost menacing feel to the atmosphere. She, the innocent one, slowly follows his gaze and then quickly drops her head, long dark hair falling around her face, as if embarrassed. But then he sees the faintest hint of a smile spread across her pouty lips as she slowly lifts her green eyes back towards his locking him in a trance that is both arousing and terrifying. Does she know what is going to happen? Is she part of them or like him: a trapped, helpless captive slave being teased and tormented by a Mistress who is clearly enjoying orchestrating their demise, or perhaps just his.

At last it is her, the innocent one, who is naked: naked except for black lace panties, a pair of black high heel shoes with delicate ankle straps and a black leather collar the Mistress has placed around her fragile neck. She wobbles clumsily on her heels as the Mistress twirls her around and around, showing off her naked female slave. Naked and exposed for all to see: the male slave in the corner still slowly jerking his cock and her male captive bound to the wall both look on unsure of what to make of this spectacle.

“Please release me Mistress! Allow me to worship her beautiful ass,” her captive slave begs. He hears the male slave in the corner snicker as his Mistress turns to face him. Now it is her green eyes staring deep into his and they are ablaze with something wicked and devious. The corners of her red lips form a sneer telling him all he needs to know: he is no longer in control. The innocent one is turned away with her back facing him. That long, luxurious dark hair covers the white skin of her back and falls just above her curved waist. Her ass, a mixture of black lace and firm round muscle, taunts him and calls to him. He cannot resist the temptation, and even though his Mistress’s sneer tells him to give in and obey, he begins furiously pulling and tugging at his chains. In the midst of his fruitless struggle, he feels the sharp sting of his Mistress’s hand across his face, but before he can react, she is using the same hand to spank the innocent one’s sweet ass.

The room is suddenly filled with her moans. His Mistress is now grinning as she delights in the reaction after spanking each cheek with a fierceness that makes her captive slave fearful of what might happen next. As the innocent one’s ass begins to redden under the soft lights, she loses her balance and falls to her knees with one final moan of pleasure and pain.

“Get her to her feet,” the Mistress orders her male slave. Quickly moving from his darkly veiled corner, he lifts her up from the floor, where she lays like a crumpled doll. Pressing her tightly against his naked body, he gently kisses her forehead. With his arms wrapped around her waist and her head nestled on his chest, she softly whimpers. For reasons the captive slave cannot explain, he finds himself aroused by her naked, trembling body. The hooded slave holding and caressing her seems to be equally enjoying the torment inflicted by the Mistress. He thinks to himself, “This is not the man I am. I would never be sexual aroused at the sight of a woman being spanked and tormented.” But his Mistress knows exactly what is happening. Her captive slave is aroused by her submission, aroused by her delight in submitting, aroused by her ability to let go and be free.

He looks down to find his cock is fully erect and dripping. Ashamed and embarrassed by his arousal, he tries moving his thighs closer together to hide his now throbbing cock, but it is too late. His Mistress is watching him, amused by his predicament, and with one outstretched finger, she slowly approaches him. Now her body is pressed tightly against his heaving chest: he can feel her firm breasts and the moist hot air flowing out of her mouth against his neck. Touching the tip of his cock with the one out stretched finger, she seductively whispers in his left ear, “Open wide. This is all you will be tasting today.” As if hypnotized or under a spell, he does the unthinkable: he opens wide for his Mistress and begins to suck her finger clean. Sucking all of his excited juices off of her finger, he swallows every last drop of the pre-cum collected from his dripping cock.

From there, this once powerful and aggressive male, always in control of everything, realizes and submits to the knowledge that he has lost all control and the only thing he can do know is to be teased, teased, teased and finally denied. As he begins to release and let go of his illusions of power and control, he feels submission wash over him like a cold ocean wave. It engulfs him, takes over and frees him from everything that has ever held him back. He is now one with the wave of submission and it carries him wherever the Mistress desires. Time, no longer a reality, and will, no longer a force, he watches the events unfold and gives into the tease and denial. He never imagined tease and denial could be so sweet and terrible all at once, and yet even the sweet and terrible mixed into one as the wave of submission rushed through him. The sweet and terrible became one and transformed into an emotion, experience and feeling he could never fully articulate but knew he would never be able to get enough of it after today.

And so it went, time no longer a reality and reality long gone, chained to a cold metal wall, the waves washed over him and as he watched his Mistress play her games, he was teased, teased, teased and finally denied. So sweet and terrible all at once.

The male slave holds the innocent one tightly against his body while the Mistress is spanking and biting her ass. With each moan, he feels more waves rush against him and he begins to moan with her.

Now the innocent one is facing him with nipples so erect he can feel them piercing through his flesh even though she is over 3 feet away. More waves rush through him as the Mistress sucks and bites her nipples. More as the innocent one is stretched out, arms above her head held tightly by the male slave who has his cock pressed against her ass. It is not his cock but he can feel her body against his anyway. They are all now one in this ocean storm created by the Mistress. He can feel everything. They are all being teased, teased, teased and denied.

Vibrator between the innocent one’s thighs, her lace covered pussy soaking wet, as the Mistress teases her he can feel it. He can feel her delight, her excitement and her fear and anticipation. The Mistress pulls her wet panties to one side and runs a finger back and forth along her swollen lips and up to her clit. He has given in to the wave of submission and feels it all as if it were his pussy being teased.

The Mistress tells the slave to get on all fours like a table and then she drapes the innocent one’s body across his: angle like face pressed against his neck, large firm breasts resting on his upper back and hourglass waist ridding his ass. The Mistress begins flogging the innocent one and with each strike of the flogger, she groans and gyrates against the slave’s body. He feels each stroke, he feels her moving body and he feels the wave. Teased, teased, teased and finally denied. So sweet and terrible all at once.

He stands chained and bound in a daze of confusion and ecstasy as the waves crash all around him. Desire, longing, helplessness and frustration mix with a form of eroticism he has never known before. While he relishes the new sensations of total submission, he suddenly finds himself bound to the innocent one. Ankles bound together by leather binds, her wrists are tied around his neck and his hands are tied around her waist. She is still wearing her black ankle strapped heels so her body leans into his for support. His fingertips rest on the top of her ass: that delicious space where the inward curve of her back meets the upward curve of her ass.

She looks up into his eyes like a frightened little girl and let’s out a cry as the Mistress begins to flog her pussy from behind. He can feel the sting of the flogger against his tightly tied balls but he does not mind the pain. It barely registers. Once again, he is struck by the surprise of watching and feeling the innocent one with the face of an angel, soft delicate porcelain skin and lips full of life and desire, being punished by the Mistress. It is her submission that he is taken by: the waves of her submission wash into him.

Her head drops against his chest, hot breath and feeble cries spilling out with every strike. The male slave continues punishing the innocent one while the Mistress turns her attention to him, paddling and whipping without mercy. But he feels nothing but her, the innocent one. He has become one with her and her waves of submission. No matter what his Mistress does to his flesh, all he can feel is her soft, trembling body and her hot sweet breath penetrating every part of him, taking him over wave after wave.

As the waves of submission engulf him and take him far, far away from this mundane world of rules and control and illusions, he finds himself tied to a bondage bed with the innocent one sitting on his chest. She faces away from him so all he can see is her round ass and the gentle slope of her back dotted in beads of sweat. He can feel her wet black lace panties against his stomach and slowly, he closes his eyes and enjoys the sensation of being swept away. Far out into the ocean of submission, he is carried away by the tides of tease and denial. He feels that something is in his ass and that his cock is being slowly teased, but that is all part of the waves, the tide and the ocean. It is all one, so sweet and terrible all at once.

“I told you what you would be tasting today. The only thing you would be tasting,” his Mistress whispers from above his head. He opens his eyes to see the male slave jerking his cock just inches from his mouth. As he jerks, the waves continue breaking over him and the tide carries him deeper and deeper into the ocean of submission. A beautiful green eyed brunette on top of him, her ass so close yet so far away. Something in his ass and his cock being slowly teased and now a male slave jerking his cock off right above his mouth. The man he once was is long gone, he has been left behind at the shore and what remains is total submission, heavenly and erotic in every way. He opens his mouth wide and as cum pours in, he feels that final wave push him out to where he will be forever lost.

Double Delight

Hello little sluts and kinky bitches. Your favorite Mistress has moved her dungeon to Mid Town. The new location is fabulous and includes suspension, something I have been having so much devious fun with. Imagine swinging back in forth among my leather bondage gear and naughty toys while I tease your cock mercilessly or being strung upside down while I… what am I doing to your ass? Nasty Mistress! Why do I get off on treating my sweet subs like sluts? Maybe I am the one in need of therapy.

A few weeks ago I received a call from a delicious woman named Lexi. She weighs maybe 90 pounds on a heavy day yet has beautiful D cup breasts with round perky nipples that I love to bite and suck on. She drives me crazy when she bends over, lifting her perfectly round, firm ass in the air. I always end up feeling compelled to spank her until she moans. I love it when she moans. And did I mention her long dark brown hair that accents her green eyes. Green eyes like her Mistress. I have a thing for women with green eyes.

I did a forced bi the last time we played and had my stunt cock (that would be the cock there for sucking) hold my new toy up by her arms while I had some fun. The poor tied and bound submissive could only helplessly watch while his Mistress played with Lexi’s nipples, ass and pussy. Eventually I gave in to his pleas but only because he was so pathetic it was beginning to annoy me. I tied Lexi to my submissive slut and worked them both over. You can imagine his delight when every stroke on Lexi’s ass led to her pressing closer against his naked body while squirming against his cock and moaning into his ear.

Lexi and I have been playing non-stop and all of my submissives are addicted. So if you are looking for the high of watching or even helping your beautiful Mistress dominate a highly sensual and seductive young submissive you know whom to call.

And speaking of doubles, I have a girlfriend coming into town from Chicago the 23^rd and 24^th and again on the 28^th through the 30^th. She is one of the most popular and famous Dommes in the Chicago area so do not miss this opportunity to play with her. Mistress Victoria Cayne is someone you naughty sluts will love playing with. She is both sensual and sadistic, so pussies or hardcore bitches are welcome. We will be taking doubles together. Visit her website at http://www.victoriacayne.com/ and call either of us to arrange a double.

Very soon I will be having a wild party with three male submissives, my new female submissive Lexi, a surprise girlfriend guest and myself. Start fantasizing about what will be happening behind my dungeon walls. Wouldn’t you love to be a fly on the wall? I am anxiously waiting the day of my party and will be sharing all of the details once it happens.

In the meantime, if you are in the mood for twice the pleasure, you know whom to call: Atlanta’s favorite Mistress, Mistress Rikka. Until then, keep jerking those cocks for me.

And while you are jerking my cocks, check out my girlfriend’s website, http://www.victoriacayne.com/. It has been a long hot summer and I think you need to welcome in Fall with a double.

Now get jerking!

Plastic Covered Cock: Chastity Torture

By Mistress Rikka

Erotic Fantasy Only: All characters, places and events are fictional.

Something seems out of the ordinary today when she meets her playmate at the entrance gate: he seems restless, anxious and on edge as if he might explode at any given second as opposed to his normally cool and collective self. As they walk up the stairs together, she knows he is staring up her skirt at her ass, but when she looks back to give him a knowing smile, she sees that anxious look in his eyes again and she swears for a brief second that he might cum from just looking at her. He is acting like a man who has not cum in weeks and she suddenly realizes that this will be a highly intense and powerful experience given that he has already lost control to her before the games have even begun.

When they enter the dungeon together, she turns to look him up and down trying to assess just how vulnerable he is. The power she clearly has over him excites her, making her want to feel and experience more of the delicious helplessness and longing she has unleashed within him. Pressing her body against his, she forces him to hold her gaze, the gaze of wicked green eyes ready to dominate and own every man who dares to look at her. Her hands slowly explore his body, eyes never leaving his, and as she makes her way across his chest and down his belly, her hand finally rests on his rock hard cock. Wait. Not rock hard. Something is different today. He has a plastic covered cock: a cock in chastity just for her. Let the games begin.

Laughing as his embarrassed eyes shift from her gaze down to the floor, she now fully understands his restless and anxious manner: he is in chastity for his Mistress’ amusement but he did not expect chastity to be such an unbearable torture. He is receiving far more than he bargained for today. A plastic covered cock has no other choice than to fully submit to its Mistress and the pleasures of constant tease and denial are turned into a crazy, delirious mixture of pain and pleasure as blood rapidly flows into the cock yet the cock is trapped and cannot become fully erect.

“When was the last time you came?” she seductively asks while teasing his tight balls with one hand and tapping a fingernail on the plastic cock case with the other hand. Watching pre-cum drip out the end of the cage onto his thigh, she patiently waits for his answer.

“Uh, Friday. Friday night,” her nervously stutters out, eyes darting around the dungeon in a frantic attempt to avoid her stare.

“And how long have you been in chastity for me?” she slowly asks, having fun taking her precious time because she knows he is desperate to be un-caged and the longer she takes, the more insane he will become. She has always enjoyed making her submissives insane.

“Since last night Mistress. I really don’t think I can handle more than one night. I can barely handle it right now.”

He goes on and on with his tale of misery yet his unsympathetic Mistress only ignores him and then begins to mock his suffering.

“Oh, the pain! It is so painful waking up with a hard cock trapped in that plastic cage,” she says with a fake pout on her face. “Unable to become fully erect. The horrible pressing against the cage is a torture like nothing else. Unable to cum, unable to touch yourself much less relieve your self. And how many times did you awake in the middle of the night to pain only to find yourself in a helpless and frustrating predicament?”

“5 times Mistress,” he almost screams. “Will you please remove it? I need to cum. I really need to cum,” he pleads.

“So desperate, silly, silly boy. Don’t you know that desperate pleading only turns me on? I never give into pleading because pleading gets me wet. It affirms the power and control I have over you, and that is what I ultimately desire, so please feel free to beg away. Beg and beg and I promise you, I will deny you with each pathetic attempt you make for me to please you. You are here to entertain and please me. So far you have not failed me, but make sure you understand that I don’t take orders and I am not here to please you.”

She walks around the dungeon slowly, making certain to bend over frequently so that her frustrated submissive gets a good look at her ass, and then finally she selects the perfect gag for this pleading little bitch: a cock gag. Swing around to face him, she moves her panties to one side, rubs the cock gag all over her wet pussy, moves toward him and shoves it in his mouth. This is only the beginning of a very slow, drawn out erotic tease. In her mind, the slower, the better. Slower means sweet insanity and sweet insanity mean power.

“So the question remains,” she begins with a knowing smile on her face, “should I release you from your plastic confinement and allow you to cum, as you so desire, or should I force you to cum in that cage? A slow milking will do the job. Or perhaps I should just tease you until that cock grows too large for its cage and you begin to scream. Or maybe I should do both and more.” With this last comment, she begins to unbutton her blouse to expose her breasts.

“Whatever I decide, you are trapped now. I could keep you here all day doing whatever I please. I slipped the key out of your pant pocket and I have hidden it, so you will be staying as long as I desire, unless of course, you want to leave without the key and remain in your prison. That’s fine with me too.”

A shocked looked grew on his face but he could say nothing because of the pussy soaked cock gag in his mouth. She uses his stunned state as an opportunity to restrain him to the grid on the wall and wonders to herself if he actually thought she would go easy on him and give into his pathetic pleads.

“So many choices, so many directions I could go in. What to do, what to do,” she taunts while rubbing her breasts against his bare chest and watching his surprised and frightened facial expression with amusement. Her face is sweet and beautiful but her smile is merciless.

And so she begins her cruel games with an ultimate longing: an kiss intimate he can never have. Chained to the wall, cock gag in mouth, she proceed to passionately kiss his leather covered and sealed lips. He can watch as she kisses him again and again, using her tongue and red lips, but he will never feel or experience the wetness of her mouth and the heat of her breath. His plastic covered cock begins to rise, touching the outside forbidding bars that will ultimately cause him pain.

Fully restrained in black leather wrist and ankle cuffs, he is hers for the taking and she begin to calculate her seductive tease. The kissing had him on edge, but she aims to keep him on that edge for a very long time. The more he is “right there”, the more power she has over him. So one by one, she slowly tears him down.

Bending over, she presses her ass against his cage and although his cock is encased in plastic, she can feel warm flesh emerging between the restrictive bars. Standing upright, she presses her back against his chest and continues to rotate her hip so that her ass grinds against his plastic covered cock. She leans her head against his shoulder and whispers in his ear, “ See my ass, feel the warmth of my ass: you will never fully experience the sensation of my ass pressing against your cock.”

He begins to thrust forward in an attempt to feel any part of her, but she only laughs and pushes herself off of him. He begins to understand that his desires will never be fully realized.

She knows how tender, full and tight his balls are and understands that teasing them will ultimately make his situation that much more unbearable. Vibrator in hand, she once again kisses his leather bound lips and uses one hand to tease his overly sensitive balls with a vibrator and the other to pinch and squeeze his nipples. He closes his eyes and relaxes into the pleasure of his tightly squeezed balls vibrating when he is brought back to reality again by the familiar pain of his cock pressing against that plastic prison. He begins to groan and tries to plead through the cock gag. His Mistress is in heaven. She has him: she has all of him.

A few licks and bites on his nipples, nails running up and down his erotically heightened flesh and at last there is no doubt that he has completely surrendered to her. He is somewhere between pleasure and pain, yet he no longer even bothers to beg or protest. He just relaxes into her will and begins to fully enjoy the slow tease until a quick and hard slap across his face brings his attention back to his predicament. He is fucked: she will not let him forget that he is helpless and she has the key to end his misery.

His eyes are now alert and open, he watches as she slowly drops to her knees to inspect his plastic covered cock and tightly restricted balls that have been neatly shaved for this special occasion.

Maintaining constant eye contact, because eye contact is power, she licks her lips, opens her mouth and releases a hot, moist breath with a seductive moan onto his plastic covered cock. “See it, feel a little of it: you will never fully experience the sensation of my hot breath against your cock,” she whispers looking up at him with a slight grin.

As if that wasn’t enough tease and torment to endure, she sticks out her pink, wet tongue and in a carefree manner licks his plastic cage from top to bottom, head to shaft, smiles and says, “You can see it, but never fully experience the sensation of my wet tongue sliding up your cock.” He is in tease hell.

Now her hands move up and down his plastic covered cock, nails occasionally teasing his ready to explode balls. She gives him a “fake” hand job: fake because he can see her hands moving up and down, yet she never touches his flesh with the exception of the exposed pieces of meat jammed tightly against his cage. And yet, all of these torments pale in comparison to what she does next. His plastic covered cock is about to experience a torture like no other: the pussy tease.

Standing next to him, she whispers in his ear “my pussy is so wet.” She grinds her soaking panties against his plastic covered cock and although he can feel the heat, he never experiences her wetness. Her full yet firm breast rub against his chest as she grinds away, nipples erect and pointing upward, she does hip swirls and rubs her pussy against his plastic covered cock.

“I am going to press that plastic covered cock against my pussy until I cum,” she moans. “I am going to use your plastic covered cock to make me cum again and again. You can watch. Maybe you will feel my wet juices spill over your cock cage, but you will never fully experience my sweet, wet, tight pussy,” she says while sliding her panties over her thigh high boots and down to her ankles.

He looks down to see her pussy lips spread and her clit touch his plastic covered head. He groans in defeat before being slapped again back into reality. She wants him to watch. She wants him to be fully aware of his helplessness. She wants him to experience her tease: the tease of the plastic covered cock by her sweet pussy.

Rubbing her clit back and forth and around in slow motions, she locks her eyes with his, deviously smiles and begins to lick her lips as if she is ready to devour him. Her cheeks become flushed, her nails press into his shoulder and back and she begins to thrust again and again before cumming all over his plastic covered cock. An orgasm he will never feel or fully experience. He is being teased far beyond his limits and does not know how much more he can handle.

He is in agony watching, waiting, longing, but never fully experiencing the delectable sensation his Mistress tortures him with. His cock throbs in its caged captivity, the plastic bars pressing into him and making him aware of his helpless and frustrating situation. Why did he chastise himself? If only he was free.

He can feel her wetness and smell her sex. Closing his eyes, he allows himself a moment of fantasy where he is unleashed and able to experience every part of her erotic tease. Suddenly, his is aware of a new sensation: something penetrating him. Startled, he looks down to see his grinning Mistress looking back at him. She is milking him and it feels as if he might explode with each in and out motion of her delicate fingers. He can feel all of his tease and desire building up and as his knees begin to buckle from under him, he experiences an orgasm like no other: an orgasm without cock stimulation. Fluid pours out of his cage yet he is still hard or at least his cock is trying to get hard behind its plastic cage.

He hasn’t had enough and begs for more, but she is a cruel Mistress and is enjoying the power she has over him far too much than to allow an easy way out. She has been keeping him on edge the entire time, and now he will experience a whole new meaning to the phrase “on edge”.

Unlocking his cage to release its prisoner, his cock is immediately hard and dripping wet, sensitive and ready to cum with the slightest touch. She gently teases with her nails, up and down the shaft and around the head and then she whispers, “You haven’t gotten off that easy. This is my cock and I will be punishing my cock just because I can and for no other reason.” Will this torture ever end?

The final game begins: On his back, legs spread eagle, small cock in ass and at last the strokes and slaps begin.

One stroke.

“Oh, just one more Mistress. I am just one away. Please.”

She knows this game all too well and will only deliver one stroke followed by a slap on the cock. She wants to hear him beg, see him squirm and watch him go out of his mind. So she strokes and then slaps but with each slap, more blood rushes into his cock making it so much more sensitive than it was before. Of course she knows this otherwise she would not bother slapping at all. It is all part of the game: her game of erotic tease and torment.

“20 is the magic number,” she says.

“20. What do you mean Mistress?”

“One,” followed by a slap.

“Please! I can’t take it. I need to cum.”

“Two,” slap.

“I am so close. Please Mistress.”

“Three,” slap.

“I am right there. I am right there. I am begging you.”

“Four,” slap.

“I am going to cum. Just one more.”

“Five,” slap.

“I am cumming. Oh please do not stop!”

“Six,” slap.

“Mistress!”

“Seven.”

I don’t think I need to tell you what happened next, but I will say that our tortured and teased slut ate every last drop for his Mistress.

I Am Such A Good Girl by Mistress Rikka

Erotic Fantasy Only: All characters, places and events are fictional.

She is on all fours with a tongue in her sweet ass. The tongue of a strange man still wearing his dark blue business suit with a yellow tie: the tongue of a strange man whom she has never met before. A cock in her mouth, her luscious red lips sliding back and forth along the head and shaft, the taste of pre cum in her mouth. Gentle kisses on her neck. The scent of another woman fills her every breath as a beautiful blond caresses her back, her arms, and her neck. Gentle kisses while she sucks cock and slowly lifts and spreads her ass wider allowing the strange man’s tongue to penetrate her deeper. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees her Mistress watching, watching her every move, and she thinks to herself “I am such a good girl.”

And she is such a good girl. Every morning she carefully selects her outfit. A tight fitting black or gray skirt that ends just below her knees, a white button down blouse that barely yet teasingly gives the slightest glimpse of what lies beneath, and stockings always with a black line running from the base of her foot along the back of her leg to her upper thigh. Perfectly centered of course. Black high heel shoes complete her exterior outfit, sometimes open toe sometimes closed. But it is what’s underneath that she pays the most attention to. Hand made lace panties from France, garter belts, push-up bras: each item carefully selected. On the outside, she appears to be a very attractive conservative young woman with her past the knee skirts and loose blouses, but beneath the surface, she is a sensual creature longing to be owned, longing to be dominated.

Sometimes her Master sends her to the office with specific instructions and she always follows his commands because she is such a good girl. A butt plug to be worn all day is greeted with obedient enthusiasm. She will quietly sit at her desk, typing away on her computer, smiling as her co-workers pass her desk, eagerly jumping up to fetch coffee or perform errands for her boss and all the while, feeling that constant deep penetration within her, feeling that ever present ownership and anxiously awaiting for the day to end so she can tell her Master what a good girl she had been for him. And he always rewards her. It doesn’t matter how. It is not her place to ask how she will be rewarded. She is simply grateful to receive whatever he gives her or whatever he does with her.

Although she loves the discipline and touch of her Master, she craves the discipline and touch of a woman, so when her Master feels she deserves a special treat he brings her to her Mistress. One day, as she climbs the steps to the front door of her Mistress’s home, Master smiling behind her, she is greeted by an unknown woman: a woman with shoulder length blond hair, big blue eyes, fair skin and a slender frame. She wears a black lace bra with matching panties and nothing else other than the playful smile on her face.

Inside her Mistress’s home, salt-rimmed glasses and a pitcher of margaritas sit on the living room table. Music playing, candles lit, her Mistress emerges from her bedroom dressed only in black thigh high boots with the same playful smile on her face. What this good girl does not know is that her Mistress is training her beautiful blond girlfriend. She has never dominated a woman and today she will learn the art of female domination under the Mistress’s watchful eye. She will also learn the art of female strap-on play under the Mistress’s eager watchful eye.

After a few drinks, inhibitions drip away and they all walk to the back room, the dungeon, where the good girl’s clothing is peeled away. A cream colored skirt with matching blouse are slowly removed revealing her impeccable taste in under garments. Hand stitched and French from the panties to the garter belt to the bra and even the lace at the top of her stockings. Everything is in order and she proves herself to once again be a very well disciplined good girl.

While her Master watches, the Mistress begins training the blond woman. The good girl is tied tightly to a bar above her head: hands high, wrists restrained, legs spread: the good girl is vulnerable and wet. Wet from her feeling of helplessness. Wet from her longing to please. Wet from her desire for discipline. She closes her eyes, lets her head fall back, her brown hair swaying along her back and with each lick of the flogger she moans louder and louder.

A flogger, a cane, and a crop: one works her backside. Nipple clamps, vibrators, and hot wax: one works her front side. So many sensations and with each sensation a layer of control breaks away until finally she is in another world. Almost like a dream state, she is completely helpless and exposed. It is an erotic state of ecstasy for her to let go of everything and be owned, be dominated, be punished and pleasured at the same time.

Exhausted, she is carried into the Mistress’s bedroom. Placed on the bed, she lies on her stomach and her ass is propped up with a pillow. Someone spreads her legs wide but she does not know whom. Her eyes are closed and her sense of self has disappeared. She will allow anything to happen to her now. She knows she is safe and she knows she will be pleasured, so she surrenders without a fight and awaits the next sensation with open legs.

The blond slowly inserts her cock, her 8-inch strap-on, into the good girl’s tight pussy. She moans, tightens and then relaxes. She knows resisting will prevent the pleasure she seeks. Opening her eyes slowly, she allows the blond to fuck her to orgasm. Taking a break while the two women and the man massage and pamper her, she spreads again for a second time. This time, her Mistress kisses her lips while the good girl is being fucked from behind. Her Mistress’s tongue slides across her lips and into her mouth. She can still taste tequila and salt on her Mistress.

Closing her eyes again, something wet presses against her lips and without thinking she opens her mouth and accepts this new gift. It is her Master’s cock. With every thrust from the blond woman, her Master’s cock goes deeper and deeper into her mouth until she cums.

The blond pulls her cock out of the dripping wet pussy, crawls along the side of the bed and rests her firm body next to the good girl sucking her Master’s cock. The sound of footsteps are heard from the hallway. The good girl thinks it must be her Mistress when suddenly she feels warm masculine hands spreading her ass wide. Looking around, she sees a man she has never met before. Handsome and dressed in a business suit, he smiles a wicked and devious smile at her and then proceeds to lower his head toward her ass never loosing eye contact with her. Sticking his tongue out as far as it will go, he begins licking until he is inside of her ass. A sigh of pleasure emerges from the good girl’s mouth and she obediently returns to sucking cock.

Ass high in the air, tongue in her ass, cock in her mouth, her neck being kissed by a beautiful blond, she looks to her side and sees her Mistress watching all of the activities unfold. They are her puppets and they are all here to amuse and please the Mistress. Unknowingly or knowingly, it does not matter, for everyone is on stage for the Mistress performing acts directed by her and for her. And as the good girl resumes her performance, she notices the Mistress’s legs are spread wide and she is playing with her pussy. Realizing how much she has pleased her Mistress, she thinks to herself “I am such a good girl.”

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Under the Wooden Walkway by Mistress Rikka

Erotic Fantasy Only: All characters, places and events are fictional.

“How did I get here?” he wonders to himself. “I was once a sane man, careful, never taking risks and playing by all the rules. And now look at me. Jerking off for a beautiful woman under a wooden walkway. Anyone could look down and see us. Why am I doing this for her?” he asks himself and then he looks across the sidewalk at her. She smiles up at him, sitting on a concrete wall covered by the same wooden walkway he is exposing himself under, and when he looks into her eyes and at that smile on her beautiful face, he knows exactly why he is doing this and why he cannot stop.

He met her a year ago and on their first night out she talked him into jerking off for her in his car in front of a crowded bar. It was so risky, so dangerous but he felt like he had no choice. He would look into her eyes and without force or aggression she could talk him into just about anything. He did not understand the power she had over him, but like a month to the flame, he came back again and again. He wanted to be controlled by her. He wanted to be on the edge, forced to do things he would never do with anyone else, anyone else other than his Mistress. So that first night, they sat in the front seat of his SUV watching people go in and out of a bar, standing in the parking lot smoking, talking and laughing, constantly walking past his car windows into the back doors of the bar, and yet he still took out his cock and jerked off for his Mistress’s pleasure. His heart pounding, mind racing, the smell of sex and fear whirling through every part of his being. Will he be caught? Will someone see? All of these questions ran through his head yet when he looked into her eyes, he could not stop himself. His will was her will. Dominated. Completely.

Tonight under that wooden walkway, it was those same green eyes staring back at him with a mixed expression of amusement and pleasure. Never a threat, never a dare, just a simple seductive suggestion and he belonged to her and her alone. He could never refuse her. “Look up,” she whispered. “There is a woman right above you.” He went to hide his cock and she said, “No. Keep going. Look up her skirt and jerk your cock for me. Keep going. I want to see you jerk your cock for me.” The sound of her voice and the look on her face made him powerless. He was under her spell from the first time he gazed at her. If anyone else asked him to do this, he would have said no way. It was as if she had taken over his mind and body. Her words penetrated him deeply and like a robot or zombie, he would just obey. While obeying, he would feel something rising within him: an erotic sense of freedom that he had never felt before.

One night he came to her house for a visit. She told him she was busy and did not feel like entertaining company, but she had a girlfriend in her back room whom was bored and would like to be entertained. He stopped dead in his tracks. He did not know this girlfriend and wasn’t certain what his Mistress meant by “entertain.” He did not ask questions. He simply followed her into the back room. When they entered the room, he saw a beautiful blond sitting naked on a bondage bed. “I am going out for a drink. You will jerk off for my girlfriend. Maybe she will play with herself as well. Call me when you are done.” As she walked away, he felt embarrassed and afraid but he knew he could not let his Mistress down. And as he undressed and began to jerk off for this beautiful unknown naked woman, he felt that erotic sense of freedom that only his Mistress could give to him and he knew that he belonged to her even when she was not in the room. He could feel those green eyes following him wherever he went along with her seductive suggestions stirring his soul.

He looked up at the wooden walkway and continued to jerk off for her as she sat on the concrete wall watching his every move. A group of people walked across, stopping to say goodbyes and sensing his panic, she rose from her seat and walked towards him. Pressing her body against his, she grabbed his cock and stroked. “Now kiss my neck,” she said. She looked right up at the wooden walkway above their heads and he could tell by the smile on her face she was hoping someone would look down and see the two of them together. Fear rose up in him but next to her, in the comfort of her arms embracing him and with the scent of her body entering his, he could not stop. Again he felt that freedom. Enslaved by beauty his soul was set free. She commanded his every move and with every command, the more freedom he felt.

A few weeks ago she had him in a dark alley. The backside of a restaurant faced them and while employees made their way in and out of the back door emptying trashcans and taking smoke brakes, she kissed him lightly on the lips and asked him to cum for her. Although it was dark, the employees could easily make out two forms in the back alleyway. He could make out their forms as well. A single light shined over their busily moving bodies and he could easily tell when one was curiously looking their way. They would not have been able to see what his Mistress was forcing him to do, but they would have known that a man and woman were standing body to body against each other and they would have suspected it was sexual in nature. Regardless, he was still terrified. Terrified that he was acting so out of character and terrified that he was so willing to surrender himself. But even the terror was a rush he could not resist. The rush, the insane, out of control rush she gave him every time they met broke down his barriers again and again. Compelled by her as he always was, he obeyed her every wish and was set free. Controlled and set free by his Mistress all at once.

A waitress walks across the wooden walkway and a customer stops her to order a drink. His Mistress jumps up and knocks on the underside of the walkway. Gasping, he frantically tries to get his cock back in his pants. “No,” she whispers. “They will just think we are kissing. They will never know what you are really doing for me.” She removes her warm hand from his wet, hard, throbbing cock and tells him to keep jerking. He looks up nervously through the cracks in the wooden walkway to see if anyone is looking down. Everything is fine so he closes his eyes and begins to jerk off again for the Mistress. The comforting warmth of her body has left his and as he slowly opens his eyes, he sees her sitting on the concrete wall again with her legs spread and her hands moving up and down her stockings. From her open toed high heel shoes, along her tone calves, past her knees and up to her inner thighs. Those green eyes piercing the depths of his soul, he feels a desperate need to please her endlessly and so he continues to jerk his cock for his Mistress without fear of who will see. The fear leaves his body and the freedom takes over. Freed by his Mistress. Owned yet free.

He thinks about the last time he took a woman home with him. His Mistress told him that if he wants to have sex with a woman he must call her and ask permission. He thought it was a simple and sexy request until he got her on the phone and asked for permission to fuck a beautiful and horny red head. “No. You will eat her pussy. You will eat her ass. You will make her cum for me. She will cum for me, not for you. And once she is satisfied, you will jerk off in front of her for me. And you will cum all over her ass for me. And then…” she paused and she could feel her wicked controlling smile, “you will lick every last drop off of her ass for me.” He was terrified with thoughts of what the beautiful red head would think, but he understood now that the Mistress’s request for permission of sex with other women was her way of controlling and freeing people she never met. People who knew nothing of her existence or how they were suddenly part of her world. So he humiliated himself for her and although she was 100 miles away, she enslaved and set them both free.

Under that wooden walkway, he feels both the enslavement and the freedom as he watches his Mistress spread her legs, expose her perfect pussy and play with herself. He strokes his cock and no longer asks himself how he ended up in a risky position, no control over his body and mind. He is there to please her and by pleasing his Mistress, he is truly free. More free than he has ever been. He does not have to think, only obey and please and with that, all of his inhibitions have left him. A woman in heels walks across the wooden walkway and this time, he looks up and does not hide himself in shame. He is safe in the presence of his Mistress. He no longer needs to feel ashamed of his desires. He has been set free. He looks down at his Mistress, her green eyes, the smile on her face and her sweet, wet pussy and he continues to stroke his cock for her.

Just last week she asked him to go to the restroom in a crowed restaurant. As he waited in line, she came up and kissed him fiercely on the lips, grabbing his cock and making it hard. Nervously, he pulled away and caught the stares of envious college boys drinking and playing video games in the bar hallway. Blushing, he hung his head down and begged, “Not here, please.” Unheard, when the bathroom opened, she dragged him in by his cock, all eyes following the two. Slamming the door behind her she ordered him to drop his pants and jerk off for her. He could hear laughter and talking outside. “They think we are fucking. They think you are lucky. They have no idea you are my slave. Now jerk my cock for my pleasure.” And with that, she rested her back against the bathroom wall and the devilish smile he was so familiar with spread across her face. He could not resist. He can never say no to her. She owns him. She frees him. He will do anything for her. And so he unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock and began to stroke for her.

And now, under that wooden walkway while her green eyes watch every move he makes and while she teases him with her wet pussy, he strokes without fear, without shame, without guilt. She owns him and he is free under her ownership. Above the wooden walkway life goes on: heels click, cigarettes lit, hello’s and goodbye’s exchanged, but under the wooden walkway, life is filled with passion, desire, freedom and enslavement. A freed slave under the wooden walkway.

Bound by Mistress Rikka

Erotic Fantasy Only: All characters, places and events are fictional.

He stands straight up before his Mistress. Fully erect and eagerly awaiting whatever his she desires. A five-foot pole runs across the top of his shoulders, his wrists cuffed to each end. A spreader bar between his legs opens him up and exposes him even more for his Mistress’s pleasure. Rope ties his balls and runs through his legs, holding a vibrating butt plug in place, up his back and down to the nipples, which are clamped and becoming increasingly sensitive with each minute. He is completely helpless and utterly vulnerable. Bound. All control has been surrendered to his Mistress.

He begins to talk, asking questions and expressing his excitement to which she laughs and ignores him. Walking away, he glances at her perfect ass, and he wonders if he will be smothered by her ass later. He opens his mouth once again to ask a question and suddenly a cock gag is forced in. “I am preparing you for a surprise. Your mouth is a virgin mouth and it is time to change that,” she whispers seductively in his ear. He can smell her perfume and feel the moisture of her hot breath. As she pulls away, he notices the wicked smile on her face and a deviously playful look in her green eyes. “Will she really do it this time?” he wonders in a panic. The more he panics, the more he realizes how helpless he really is and with that thought, he grows more erect and more excited. Excited that his Mistress has him bound just for her pleasure.

She teases him slowly, bringing him to the edge, stopping, laughing at his predicament and then teasing again. Many sensations engulf him. Her hot breath on the back of his neck, her soft lips barely caressing his, her teeth coming down on his nipples, her nails teasing his ass, and her hand tormenting the head of his cock to the point of orgasm. He looks directly into her eyes and can see how much she is enjoying the power and control she has over her slave. He tries to move around but is tightly bound and escape is impossible. Even if it were possible, he would never escape. He wishes he could stay like this forever. Bound. Bound and helpless, total loss of control and standing naked and vulnerable before his beautiful Mistress.

In the midst of erotic sensations, her seductive voice penetrates the trance he is in and he is slowly aroused and brought back to reality again by a story she is telling him. Not exactly a story, it is a plan. A plan of what the Mistress intends on doing with him. He listens to every word, unable to respond because of the small cock she forced into his mouth. Even if he could talk, it would not matter. Once the Mistress makes up her mind, no one can stop her. She always gets her way. So he surrenders and listens to her plan knowing that it will happen in the very near future. He will be naked and bound once again before her and next time, it will be under extremely different circumstances.

“I have a girlfriend. I have told you about her. Veronica. She loves watching men suck cock and has been begging for me to arrange something.” She pauses, enjoying the sight of his eyes widening. Smiling, she continues. “Remember how we discussed that you would love for her to watch?” a little laughter ends her question. “Well I thought about that and decided it would be much better to humiliate you,” and with the word humiliate, she catches his anxious stare and smirks.

“Do you like being bound?” she asks expecting no reply from her cock- gagged slave. She begins to tease his cock as she continues disclosing her plan. “You are sitting on the floor, a butt plug in your ass and a spreader bar between your legs opening you wide. Two bars run along your side from wrist to ankle securing your hands to your feet and making it impossible to move, stand up or get away. And finally, a pair of goggles covered in black electrical tape making it impossible to see.” He feels like he is about to explode and sensing his extreme arousal, the Mistress temporarily stops the teasing, steps back and says, “Impossible. Impossible to move, impossible to see. An impossible situation for you. No control. Bound. Easy to humiliate when bound. Isn’t that right?” and then she begins to tease his cock again.

“Maybe Veronica would be sitting in that chair watching” she points to the red velvet chair in the corner, “maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe I would bring in one cock for that virgin mouth to suck or perhaps many. You would never see them. You would never know who was watching, who was participating, who was doing what. Bound. Bound in an impossible and humiliating situation. Never knowing exactly what happened to you. And I would never tell you. Never disclose the details of what took place. You would spend the rest of your life wondering what happened that day in my dungeon. I think that is the part that would drive you insane.” And as she talks, he realizes she is quite serious.

The Mistress walks away and with her back to him, removes her black push up bra and slowly turns around. She walks pass him a few times, taunting him with her beautiful body while he remains bound and helpless, longing to touch his Mistress, longing to worship every part of her and longing to do anything to please her even if that meant being humiliated. He will do anything for her. He does not need to be physically bound. He is mentally bound and cannot escape her desires. Bound to his Mistress’s will.

He finds himself on the floor, legs spread wide with a five-foot spreader bar. It hangs from the ceiling and is high enough to lift his ass in the air. Almost suspended, unable to free himself. His wrists are attached to another bar and pulled toward his feet. He wiggles around thinking the Mistress has him fully bound when he feels a tug on his tied balls and another tug on his clamped nipples. His balls and nipple clamps and pulled back toward his head and secured to a wooden block with an eye hole in the center. Every part of him is bound. Mind and body, all bound.

She removes his cock gag and places electrical cock straps around his balls. The vibrating butt plug still inserted, he feels a different sensation in every part of his body. Some pleasure, some light pain. They all blend into one creating something beyond this world. But it is the mind that has been affected the most. His mind whirls with thoughts of being bound to his Mistress in so many different ways. All of the erotic fantasies and sensations. The suggestion and thoughts she plants that grow and grow, consuming his every waking moment even when he is away from her. He is truly bound.

At last, he is smothered by her perfect ass. He cannot move his head. It is held in place by her ass. He cannot move his body. It is help in place by restraints. He cannot move his mind away from her. It is held in place by her. And as he lies helpless, she takes control of his orgasm. She owns everything. It is all bound to her. Bound to his Mistress.

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Mistress Rikka 

Atlanta’s Number One Dominatrix

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We all need a little encouragement every now and then. He was so scared. Uncertain if he could please his Mistress the way she wanted to be pleased. He had never done anything like this before and she promised she would move slowly. Every time he visits her, he does not know if someone else will be there. She threatens and then nothing. Is she tormenting him on purpose?

He has thought of little else but her request since she first mentioned it months ago. Will it happen this time? If so, what will she force him to do? He is starting to think she is enjoying the anxiety and fear she has created in him. As well as the growing fantasy she has planted. Otherwise, why would she wait so long? And tease all the time. It is all she talks about and still she always says next time. But next time has not happened and yet he still lives in the constant fear of when it will happen.

He arrives to find no one there but her and lets out a sigh of relief. She usually threatens the minute he arrives, but today she is oddly quiet. Maybe she is tired. She has very little to say as she leads him back to her dungeon. She simply asks him to strip, put on a blindfold and lie down on the bondage bed. It is so unlike her. He wonders if he has angered her.

As he slides the blindfold on, he notices the strangest smile on her face. Today she looks wicked. She always has something up her sleeve but today is somehow different. He cannot quite figure out the emotion or meaning behind her smile and it unnerves him. What is she planning?

At first, she does not touch him. She just walks around the room. What is she doing? Again, it very unlike his Mistress to be so indifferent. What has gotten into his Mistress today? Her mood is changed. She seems preoccupied. And then he realizes what is going on. He can hear someone moving in the next room. His wait is finally over and his fear and anxiety suddenly returns.

She quickly ties his hands above his head. “Is someone here?” he asks. “Hush. What have we been talking about for months? Do you think I have another cock in the room? And if I do, what are you going to do about it? I have removed your clothing from the room. Are you going to leave naked without your wallet or car keys? I don’t think so.” She laughs and begins to tease his cock. To his surprise, he is already hard. It is amazing what fear can do to a man. He is terrified by her request and yet more aroused than he has been in years.

The door opens. His blindfold is still on. He understands why she has done this. To actually see what is happening, what his Mistress will force him to do, would be too much for him. He had never once fantasized about this until she planted the seed. It happened so innocently and it has now consumed his every thought, every fantasy.

“I had an incredibly hot session the other day,” she told him. “Two men sucked each other off for me while I played with myself. I think I would like to see you sucking a cock for me.” And that was all. No questions, no comments. Just a simple statement. From that point forward, every time they met she would say “Maybe someone is coming over today. A little friend. Are you willing to do anything to please your Mistress? I hope so. Today might be they day.” It went on for months. At first he was hesitant and thought he could never go through with it, but the more she teased, the more that seed grew. And now, she is no longer teasing and he has no idea if he is ready. But it is too late. The Mistress always gets what she wants.

And so the events unfold and he has no choice in the matter. No free will. He can only obey. He can only please her. As scared as he is, she never jokes and always gets her way. And as scared as he is, this seed his Mistress has planted has worked its way deep into his psyche and has become part of his fantasies. A powerful part. She has that effect on him. She can say something off handedly and suddenly it becomes part of him. The extent of her control astounds him. He is nothing more that a piece of clay that she molds with her every word, every touch and every sensation.

This is all he can remember. Like a dream, he flowed helplessly along. His unconscious controlling him and she is now his unconscious mind.

He lies on his back, blindfold on. He can feel her hands teasing his cock and he can hear her words. “Straddle his face. Make him suck your balls,” she says to her cock slave and without thought, his thoughts are hers now, he blindly reaches up, opens his mouth, takes the slave’s balls in both hands and sucks.

How long, he does not know. All sorts of sensations. His Mistress speaks but he does not hear her words. Only the meaning behind the words. “You will suck cock for me today. You will please me. You now belong to me.” There is movement in the room and suddenly he is alone, but he never comes to his senses. He is in a dream. The Mistress’s dream. He moves along with her every command.

Blindfold off. His eyes focus on the room around him. He feels so dizzy and everything is blurred. In the distance he hears a voice calling him. “Look at my ass slave. What’s under my ass slave? You know what to do slave. I have been training you unknowingly for months.” Her words penetrate him and he drops to his knees and crawls toward her ass. A cock is under her ass. This is how she encourages him, tempts him, influences him. Her ass is the bait. In a dreamlike state, he opens his mouth and freezes. It is like jumping off a cliff into an unknown darkness. Only she can push him over the edge. A hand on the back of his head gives him the push this puppet needs.

She straddles her cock slave and he kisses her breasts while the Mistress takes one hand behind her to force her slave to suck for her. His forehead against her ass, he is in a trace. Reality has left his body and now she controls every move. He is falling off that cliff into her world and everything that once belonged to him is forever lost.

“Would you like wet pussy over hard cock?” she suddenly asks. He is so far into her dream world that her words barely register. So he waits for her to move him into the next dream segment. Swinging her legs around, the Mistress lifts his head up and spreads her legs wide above the slave cock’s hard prick. “You will smell your Mistress’s pussy while sucking cock,” and with that his head is forced back down. Meat throbbing in his throat, he can hear moaning. Moaning as the Mistress pleasures her self and moaning as the cock slave is pleasured. He is just a plaything in her dream. And as she cums, he is temporarily slapped back into reality with the taste of her wet pussy dripping over hard cock. He wants that taste to stay on his lips and in his mouth forever.

His head is on the floor. Eyes closed, he feels as if he is floating. This is not the man the world sees. That man has left his body and something, someone else has taken control of the steering wheel. He can do nothing other than lie on the floor waiting for his next command.

Uncertain of how long he has been in this position, he slowly lifts his head and opens his eyes. The dream has continued without him and he is wakened from his slumber by sounds of sex. The first thing he sees is the Mistress’s boots. She towers above him and looks down at the heap of pathetic flesh on the floor. Laughing at his vulnerable state, she asks again “Would you like wet pussy over hard cock?” Confused, he sits up and looks around the room.

A dark haired woman with a blindfold and gag is ridding the cock slave’s cock. Her arms are bound behind her. “Go lick her ass and wait for my next instruction.” Again, without thought, he crawls helplessly across the floor to the bondage bed and begins to lick the slave girl’s ass. More wet pussy over hard cock.

He can smell their sex. He can feel the wetness of her pussy drip on his chin. He falls deeper and deeper. Off the cliff. Into the Mistress’s dream. Into her unconscious mind which is now his unconscious mind. And while he floats, taking in the taste of the slave girl’s ass and the smell of sex all around him, a final thrust and collective moan are felt and heard in the distance and he slowly stops and waits. Waits for his final instructions.

The Mistress had threatened eating cum for months now and as the slave girl’s arms are untied, and she rolls over on her back and spreads her legs wide, he knows where he will be eating the cum from. His Mistress has trained him unknowingly. All of these months, planting the seeds. She no longer needs to instruct him. That is what she has been doing from the first day they met. He thought they were only stories, threats, teases. It was all training. She has conditioned his mind like Pavlov’s dogs and he reacts without thought to the suggestion. He licks the slave girl’s pussy and eats all of the cum.