That was what he said to me. Grabbing my face, pressing my body against the cold wall and kissing me hard and deep, he pulled away, looked me in my eyes and said “You have ruined me.” The truth of the matter is, I ruined him long before he realized it. He came to me one night as a client. I sat in my sun room wearing a red vinyal top and skirt, reading a book and waiting for him to arrive. He stood at the top of my steps looking in at me thinking to himself “Holy shit! Is this really her?” He later told me when he first laid eyes on me, he could not believe how lucky he was. “Your pictures do not do you justice,” I hear again and again from the men I meet. Nothing two dimensional will ever do me justice.

After a few minutes of watching me, he knocks and I slowly rise to greet him. The session was intense and after that, he called me non-stop. Just wanting to talk, asking when he could see me again, but we had moved out of the client realm and into something different, something that I knew I would eventually take advantage of. After 2 years of constant pursuing on his part, I finally consented to spending a weekend with him. He had clearly shown his loyalty and paid his dues. “You take my breath away,” he said time and time again throughout the weekend. I must admit, I have a sensual magnetism that I have cultivated over the years and I know exactly how to take a man’s breath away as well as his will and soul. 

That was 4 years ago and he still calls me every week begging to get back into my life. Would you call me sadistic for leading a man on for two years, pouncing on him like a hell cat and then leaving him wanting more? Perhaps, but for a brief moment he had what he wanted and I got what I wanted. Life is fleeting. Much like life, every moment with me should be cherished because you never know when I will turn cold and move onto something new. The other night, I heard the same words uttered from a spellbound slave who is slowly coming to realize the power of Rikka: “You have ruined me, you have ruined me.”

He arrived with years of experience. Like many of my boys, he travels and while on the road, he plays with many other pro-dommes. But I am of the firm opinion that you have not “played” until you play with me. And so he enters my dungeon and the seduction begins. I move in close, my breath on his neck, I tease his flesh with the tip of my tongue until I hear the familiar moan of longing. Once I hear that, I know the prey belongs to me before they know it. Like a spider feels the tremors on its web, I feel the vulnerability of my slaves and act quickly.

Slowly, I slide my hands up his shirt, lightly pinch his nipples, slip around to his back and sensually drag my nails down towards his ass. The seduction must be slow and deliberate. It is feeding time for me, but I cannot startle my prey. Feeling what the slave feels is imperative to controlling them. I am a master of listening to breath, sensing muscles tighten and give, watching eyes weaken. His shirt is off, my eyes never leave his while my soft lips move down to his nipples, open slightly and at first gently bite. Once I hear that moan, I know I can take it further and further. His breathing quickens, his eyes roll back, his body surrenders to my touch. He is mine and I have ruined him.

It does not take long to understand that this man is sensual and sensitive but he can take more than he thinks. He has already allowed me to bite down hard on his nipples, but it is all a gradual process of trust and of course, seduction. Tied up, I walk away from him, leaving the slave feeling abandoned without my body pressing against his and my breath penetrating his being. I always make the most of visuals. This is the true weakness of most men. I bend over fully exposing my round, tight and perfect ass. Teasing, teasing, teasing. Still facing away from him, I unzip my latex top, pick up my long steel nails in one hand and turn to face him. Walking towards him, I never loose eye contact. His eyes wonder from mine, down my body and up to my eyes again until he is in a trance and cannot avoid the lock of my stare. With my free hand, I press down on his chest and slide up to his neck. Bringing him close into me, I lightly brush his lips with mine, teasing him with a kiss he will never obtain before I pull his head forward into my neck and again tease his flesh with first my tongue, next my teeth. More moaning. It says “you have ruined me.” He is still unaware of this.

I have already discovered that my new prey has sensitive flesh so with the steel nails now on my left hand, I delicately move them up and down his body taking notes of all of the areas that cause a reaction and returning to them again and again. He has not given me any information concerning cock and ball torture, so I carefully gauge his reaction. First, I slightly pull his balls. He moans. I pull tighter, harder, all the while making certain that I do not cross the point of ecstasy. He will belong to me by the end of the night. Slapping his cock, he moans again. I have now assessed the situation and know what to do from here. Crushing his cock against his belly with my ass, I remove the steel nails and put on my vampire glove. Pulling his balls, grinding my hips against his cock, rubbing my breasts up his chest, slapping and teasing his cock, brushing my lips on his, I go back and forth, back and forth. It is a careful balance of pleasure and pain. Slaves can take more pain for the Mistress if distracted with sensuality. Slaves give themselves completely over to the Mistress when seduced. He moans and moans. “You have ruined me, you have ruined me, you have ruined me.” He still is unaware of this.

My “sensual domination” slave quickly realizes that he loves cock and ball torture. I have the magic touch. People say to me, “I do not like this, I do not like that” before they arrive and always, always, they end up liking what I like. So I place him in my red velvet chair and continue to expand his love for cock and ball torture, making certain that sensuality and seduction are all part of the game. Erotic teasing and denial mixed with ever increasing amounts of pain. Sounds horrible? A slight amount of pain mixed with pleasure increases all pleasurable and erotic sensations. This is why people who think they are not into pain come to love pain in varying degrees. At some point, pleasure and pain begin to blend together and it is all delectable and delicious. My slave is in sub-heaven. “Please do not let this end,” his body begs. His body also tells me his secret: “You have ruined me,” it confesses. He is still unaware of this.

On the bondage bed, legs spread, the final seduction begins. Orgasm control is the ultimate way to bend a slave to the Mistress’s way. He is uncertain about this part of the play. Scared and feeling vulnerable, waiting to be violated, I relax him by standing at the end of the bed and rubbing massage oil all over my breasts. They glisten under the red lights, he breaths in at the sight of his beautiful Mistress glowing under the lights. “You have ruined me,” his gasp says and finally he has come to realize that yes, he has been ruined. There is no return. I slide my oiled body up and down his, never loosing eye contact, brushing my lips against his, slowly making him understand that he is weak and powerless to my will. He did not want cock and ball torture, yet came to love it. He does not want to be penetrated, yet he will come to love that too.

I slide one finger in, then two. Teasing, teasing, teasing. Erotic denial. I bring him close and stop. He breathes in, rolls his head back and finally relaxes. His body gives in and I continue. So close, then I stop. Even closer, stop. He beings to writhe in ecstasy but he dares not beg for release. The pleasure is overwhelming and although he desperately wants it to end, he also desperately wants it to go on and on and on. At last, I allow him to shoot his hot cum all over his chest. His body tightens, contracts and then fully gives in to my control and my permission. “You have ruined me,” he utters, half delirious, half aware. “Yes, I have ruined you.”

One of my bitch boy sluts sent me this joke and I thought I would share it with the rest of you.

A woman was in a coma. She had been in it for months. Nurses were in  her
room giving her a bed bath. One of them was washing her private  area and
noticed that there was a slight response on the monitor  whenever she
touched her there. They tried it again and sure enough,  there was definite
movement.
They went to her husband and explained what happened, telling him, ‘As
crazy as this sounds, maybe a little oral sex will do the trick &  bring her
out of the coma.’ The husband was skeptical, but they  assured him that they
Would close the curtains for privacy.

The husband finally agreed and went into his wife’s room. After a few
minutes the woman’s monitor flat lined, no pulse, no heart rate. The  nurses
run back into the room. ‘What happened!?’ they cried.

The husband said, ‘I’m not sure; maybe she choked.’

NEVER ASSUME THAT MEN UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!!!

People always tell me how nervous they are about both calling and coming to see me. Well, I do not get nervous when I receive calls, but first time clients always make me a little jittery because I generally do not know what they look like and although I think we might be a match, you never really know. I received an email a few days ago from a man who said all the right things: stockings, pumps or high heeled sandals, leg worship, ass worship, strap-on and golden showers. Sounds like a fun sexy night, but you cannot be certain how fun and sexy it will be until the person arrives. I have been very lucky so far, but wow have I had a few bombs dropped on me in the past. Clients tell me about how they show up at the Domme’s house and they want to run when she answers the door. Guess what, I have had a handful of times when I want to say “Wrong house,” when they show up to the door. But my thigh high boots and black latex top is always a dead give away that it is not the wrong house. I suspect not many women walk around their homes dressed like me.

Tonight, I heard the boys barking and I knew my new guy had arrived. I go to the door wondering what I will find and when I saw a cute face staring wide eyed up at me, I almost grabbed him by the cock and dragged him straight back to the dungeon. Fortunately, I have more class than that. Well, sometimes I do anyway. He wore a baseball cap and tight fitting jeans that accentuated his cock size and I could tell I would not be disappointed. Excitedly, I tried to hurry him back to the dungeon because my mouth was watering and when I see something cute, I want to bite it. Poor thing did not list biting as one of his fetishes, but biting was going to take place this evening. He was just to delicious not to eat. We sat down for a few minutes to discuss his fetishes. I was about ready to leap across the sofa and attack him when he finally finished and was ready to go back to the red room.

Did I say I was going to bite this delicious boy? Yes I did. We take two steps into the room, he starts to undress and before he gets his shirt off, I grab him by the back of his head and pulling him by his hair into my neck and begin chomping down on his neck. Sensually folks. I do not want to scare the kid. I just want a taste of his flesh. I love it when people nibble on my neck. It sends shivers up and down my spine, straight to my pussy. I think my little boy enjoyed the nibbling as well. He threw his head back so I could get more of his supple flesh and let out one of the moans that has surrender and passion mingled throughout. Do you know those moans? You give yourself completely over to what is happening because it feels so fucking good and at the same time, you feel incredible passion and longing rising up from your core. One of those moans. Those moans get me so, so, so, so wet. Dripping. Wet.

It is all a blur, how he finally got undressed anyway. I think I was grabbing his big hard cock, I think he was down on his knees, I think he was being smothered by my breasts. So much was going on, but when he finally removed his clothing, he had a wonderful surprise for me. He said he was kinky, yet he forgot to mention that he was a slut. I have a fetish for sluts. Don’t tell anyone. I would not want something like that to get out. My pretty little boy was wearing black stockings, black g-string panties and a black garter belt. Sexy bitch. If you show up to my house wearing that kind of shit, I am sorry, but I will be forced to fuck you. Let that be a warning to all of you out there. Dress like a slut, get fucked like a slut by the Mistress.

He ends up with a collar around his neck and I am yanking him around. For all of you ladies out there, put a collar on your man. It is so liberating. Think about it. If your bitch is eating your pussy, yank that collar right up in there. Eating your ass, yank him in. He is at your mercy when wearing a collar. It is my firm opinion that all men should be wearing a collar at all times. This way, we do not have to waste our energy trying to explain what we want: we just yank and show or yank and force. Language is unnecessary when men are collared. I yanked my slut into my ass and did not let him leave until I was a happy girl. He had no choice but to stay put like a dirty ass whore until I said enough. This is the way it should be ladies.

I teased him with my pussy, rubbed the sweat off of my body all over his face and made him stand before me stroking his cock in his black stockings, g-string panties and garter belt. All right ladies, if you have never asked your man to wear anything like panties and stockings before, do it. You know they are your bitch and will be doing whatever you order once you get them to dress up for you. Plus, it is smoking hot. This little bitch looked so good in his slut outfit, I wanted to put on his 8 inch strap-on and immediately begin fucking him but foreplay is everything, so I needed to pace my hunger.

I tied him to the grid on my wall, legs spread and hands secure above his head. His ass was so round and tight: it just looked sweet. Oh shit. Here we go. The naughty Mistress dropped to her knees and took a bite from each cheek. Can you blame me? He was shocked that I was biting his ass, but it looked too good not to bite. Honestly, I could have bitten every part of his body and then some, but I was trying so hard to be well behaved. I mean, I just met this man and I am certain that he was already overwhelmed by my sexual aggression. So I picked up some floggers and paddles and did my thing, all the while thinking about how good his ass tasted and I just wanted to keep biting his cheeks, his inner thighs and any other sensitive area I could find. I am confident I could have found many sensitive areas.

Alright, I had taken the entire day off for myself which meant, I had not cum yet. You can imagine that by this point, I was only thinking about myself and how I really fucking needed to get off. Box time kids! Are you familiar with the smothering box? No. Well maybe it is time to get aquatinted with one of my best friends. The slave sticks his head in this box with a large hole and the beautiful, sexy Mistress sits on top and plays with herself. The slave has a front row seat to ass and pussy. Maybe this is too kind of a torture for a slave, but when you have to cum, you have to cum. Plus I love a little ass licking when I cum. Who doesn’t? So in the box my pretty boy goes and he proves to me once again that he is an ass whore. I just love you ass whores.

I cum all over his face and plan on pissing on him. After all of the spit he has taken in his mouth, he needs something more to quench his thirst. The bad part about peeing after cumming is that it comes out in small squirts. Does anyone else have this problem? Maybe it is me, but I either have to pee before I cum or wait a few minutes after I cum. I think it is all the pussy contractions when cumming. It just tightens every hole up. That must mean it is exercise which ultimately means cumming is good for you. Hey ladies, let’s all cum every day. Twice a day. Three times a day. It is good for us. Anyway, I could barely pee on him, but some did squirt some out and into his mouth it went. Maybe some of it went on his face too. I do not always have the best aim. When I was done, we both were a little worked up.

He took of my shoes and sniffed my feet, I squatted above his head and let the extra piss drip down his face, he grabbed one of my shoes and started jerking his cock with it. It was a crazy, kinky mess of all sorts of things happening. All I know is that I was in the zone and he was too. Sometimes you get so into something, sexual or non, that you loose all track of time and reality. The post pissing was one of those moments, but then I noticed something sitting in the corner calling my name. The 8 inch strap-on he brought. It was beckoning me: “Rikka, put me on.” I cannot turn a strap-on down. Plus, I have a pretty boy all dressed up for me just begging to be fucked.

My favorite position, legs tied up spread eagle and ass waiting to be raped. That cute little ass that I loved biting on. I had already stretched his pussy out when I had him tied to the wall. One finger, two fingers, three, four, and oh shit, thumb too. He was ready for the 8 inch bad boy that I was wearing. It slid right in and he began to stroke yet again for me. Stroke it baby, stroke it. I pumped my ass and thrusted my hips into his ass. My kinky little slut began fucking back. “Yeah, you fuck my cock. Fuck it for me.” He fucked and fucked and when he came, it shot everywhere. Now that is a good night. Wouldn’t you agree?

I love getting fresh meat. Nothing beats taking a new victim into my dungeon and exploring his mind, body and limits. But when the victim is hot and fun, it turns into a kinky passion festival. I love festivals because you loose track of time and never want the event to end. Why can’t life be a never ending kinky passion festival? I am glad I answered his email and agreed to play after hours. I love a nice surprise along with a happy ending. My pretty little boy said that he would like to add to this story, so I will have his version up as soon as I get it. It should be interesting to read his take on events. I encourage all of my sluts to write their own version of events or at least add comments. It is nice to share. There is a time to be naughty and a time to be nice.

Until we meet again pretty boy. I will be dreaming of your sweet ass and I am sure that you will be dreaming of mine.

I am making some changes to my site. The text is being updated and the live journal has been moved to my site. Please mark http://www.mistressrikka.com/bdsm_blog/ as the new blog and do not continue going to livejournal’s site.

I will also be adding a new section to my site called Dirty Details. Dirty Details will include a dungeon page with information about the types of toys and furniture I have in my dungeon, a training and seminars page for people or groups interested in learning about BDSM, a couples because I love playing with sexy women and want to extend a personal invitation for all of you kinky couples to cum visit the Mistress, a myths about bdsm page for the novices, a different types of bdsm page (sensual, corporal, slut training, create your own) to help viewers understand what I do and what I get into and lastly, a review page: I will be adding reviews from other sites as well as reviews sent to my email so sort of a blog format. This new section should be up in a month, so look for it.

Once Dirty Details is up, I will be adding a video page so you can download videos of your favorite Mistress, but that is a few months away. In the meantime, if you have book marked livejournal to read my kinky tales, please start going to http://www.mistressrikka.com/bdsm_blog/ All of my stories from livejournal have been moved over to the Kinky Tales section. You will find a tab at the top of my website directing you to my new blog.

The anticipation of meeting a client in a hotel room is highly arousing. In fact, the experience from start to finish is arousing. Driving along the interstate on my way to the hotel, I wonder what the re-actions of the employees in the lobby will be when they see me walk through the sliding doors, across the marble floors in my high heels and short skirt and head for the elevator. Do they frequently see beautiful women enter the hotel and then watch them leave an hour later? Are they savvy to the pleasures traveling business men engage in when on the road and away from home? I am more than certain they are and as I enter those sliding doors and cross the marble floor with my high heels clicking and long lean legs gracefully moving more towards the elevator, I make certain to look directly at the two men behind the lobby desk and offer them a huge smile with a hint of deviousness in my eyes. They both stop what they are doing and one asks me how I am tonight. “Tired and ready for a hot bath and then bed, ” I reply, not because I am, but because I want that image to stay in their heads for the rest of the night. I suspect they already know why I am at their hotel, or at least they think they do. Minds wandering wild with thoughts of sex, but little do they know I will not be the one getting fucked tonight.

I enter his room, he stands before me, freshly showered, wearing nothing but a white towel and I quickly notice that his cock is hard and standing straight up for me. This cock slut has a great body and a nice cock: not too big, not too small, just right. I love watching him stroke his cock for me. He always pleases the Mistress by stroking his cock, getting pre-cum all over the tip of the head and then taking his fingers, dripping them into the pre-cum and eating it for his Mistress. I am already excited about watching him do this for me tonight. We had planned on the call girl/ rape scenario but the fantasy has now changed. We work together and I am staying in the room next door. I enter his room to give him some papers and catch him on the bed stroking his cock. Another little item has been added. He wants to get fucked like a whore, but he desperately wants cum in his tight pussy. Today, in between his meetings, he purchased a turkey baster and yogurt. Baster filled with yogurt, in between fucking his cunt, he wants me to fill him up with “cum.” What a dirty little slut. I added to this fantasy by bringing a candle that turns to warm oil when burned. I plan on covering him with my own hot “cum.” It is going to be a night of cum.

So let us begin with the role playing adventure I had tonight. I knock on the door. “Chris, I have something for you,” I say stopping dead in my tracks at the sight of Chris stroking his hard cock. Embarrassed, he tries to cover himself with a white towel. He sits up in the bed, acting as if nothing happened, but I can feel my pussy getting wet as I look at the hard cock resting on his stomach covered by the thinest towel. Seductively, I walk over. “What were you doing Chris?” I ask removing the towel and teasingly gliding my nails up and down his cock. I grab his cock with one hand, look him in the eyes and smile a cat like grin waiting for his reply. All he can say is “I like it when you grab my cock’” so I squeeze tighter. With a tight squeeze, we both notice his cock is beginning to drip. He smiles back at me, takes a finger, dips it in and begins to lick it clean for me.

“You like that hot cum in your mouth?” I ask. “Would you like it on a cock?” “Yes,” he moans, “I want a cock in my mouth.” Taking off my shirt, I rub some of that wet pre-cum on both of my nipples and lean forward for him to taste me. He sucks my nipples while I continue to squeeze his cock, producing more pre-cum and dipping my fingers into it to feed to him. Greedily he eats it all up and begins to beg for cock in his mouth. I want to cover him in hot cum first, so I lay him back on the bed, pick up the burning candle and pour the warm oil all over his cock and chest. “Do you like the way that hot cum feels all over your body?” I ask smearing it into his flesh, up and down his cock and up and down his chest. Again he moans and pleads for a cock in his mouth, so I slide my skirt off, put on my strap-on and stand in front of him stroking my cock for him.

“Oh yes. Put it in my mouth,” he cries. Before I do, I slap his cock with mine, getting his pre-cum all over mine and teasing him, making him long for hard, stiff cum covered cock in his mouth. I pick up the turkey baster and say “I have filled this with the cum of my lover Jeff. You are going to lick it off of my cock.” I squirt it on the tip of my cock, rub some on my tits and all over his chest. Straddling him, I force his head down on my cum covered cock. His mouth moves eagerly up and down the shaft and as he sucks for me, I pour more hot oil on him. This time it drips down his back and as I smear it into him, I say “How does that hot cum feel all over your back? I am going to cover you in cum tonight.” Excited, he lifts his head up and says “Please fuck me with your cock.”

I place a pillow under his ass so I can get in deep and begin stretching his tight cunt with my fingers. Chris is so worked up, he screams “Oh God! I think I am going to cum.” Not yet. I stop him from cumming and slowly slide my cock inside of him. “Oh slow. It hurts. Pull it out a little.” I know exactly what will loosen his little pussy up. I take out the turkey baster filled with the cum of my lover Jeff and tell him I am going to fill him up with it and then fuck him until he cums. The baster goes in and I fill his pussy all the way up. Cum drips out. I know that cum is deep inside of him and he will be dripping cum all night once I am finished fucking him. My cock was too big for this bitch, so I remove some vibrating anal beads and insert them into his cunt. He begins stroking his cock and as he strokes for me, I pour more warm oil on him telling him that he is being covered in hot cum. It drips down between his thighs towards his pussy. Covered and filled up with cum, he strokes and strokes until he let’s out a loud yell saying “I am cumming. I am cumming.” The warm liquid shoots out all over his chest and I begin to rub it all over him. Cum in his pussy, cum in his mouth, cum rubbed in his chest and back: he is truly a cum slut tonight for the Mistress.

As I am preparing to leave Chris feeling violated and used, he picks up the pillow I placed under his ass for better penetration. There is a large wet mark on the pillow. We both laugh and I say “Remember that the next time you stay in a hotel room. Who knows what else is on these pillows and comforters.” Perhaps each of you should take heed and stay away from hotels that Rikka has visited. I walk down the hall towards the elevator and when I reach the lobby floor, I make sure to pass my two boys behind the desk and wave at them. They both smile and say “Have a wonderful evening.” I relish the thought that they suspect I was there for a naughty business man looking for fun. I only wish they knew what kind of fun my slut and I got into tonight. Maybe they would have enjoyed watching or even offering their own cum for my slut.

Speaking of adventures in hotel rooms, a few months back I had arranged for a forced-bi session but the slut who was going to get his cock sucked ended up getting stuck in traffic and could not make it to my place on time. I instructed my slut who wanted to suck cock to go back to his hotel room, tie up his balls, put some nipple clamps on, and wear black thing panties and a short see through skirt. 30 minutes later, the tardy submissive showed up at his hotel room. He called me so I could hear the events unfold. Knocking on the door, my cock sucking slut answered his hotel door, allowed my submissive in and dropped to his knees. I told my submissive to order the slut to suck his cock. Apparently, the cock slut ended up being straddled and face fucked by my submissive. The submissive came all over his face and then quickly left the room leaving my cock slut humiliated and covered in cum. All the fun you can have in hotel rooms. Just be sure to bring your own pillows the next time you travel.

And that is my tale for the day. In a few days I will be doing a triple with Julia Steele and Submissive Lynx. In the past, I believe I have mentioned a slut who enjoys having his legs held up above his head, ass fucked in this position and cock teased until he cums into his mouth which is usually forced open with an open mouth gag. The same dirty submissive will be trapped in Julia’s dungeon with the three beautiful Mistress and he will be performing this act for us. I am certain it will be a hot day in Julia’s dungeon. And in a few days, I have another little slut who was very turned on by my rubber band story. He loves to be teased and denied so I suspect we will be spending agonizing hours teasing his cock to the point of erotic torture. I love hearing the plea bargains my submissives try to negotiate when being teased and denied. The sad part is, they think their begging will evoke compassion from me but begging only turns me on and makes me want to keep doing whatever it is that is driving the submissive so fucking crazy. But please, feel free to beg. It gets me wet.

I called my girlfriend C today just to ask her how her day was and to report that I was going to be a nun tonight. “Nun, huh?” she replied. “Yes. I am waiting for my naughty boy right now, ridding crop in hand. I found some panties in his desk drawer so I am going to piss on him for it,” I said gleefully while swinging my crop around the living room. I love the sound of a swinging crop. “So you are a piss nun tonight,” C quickly retorted. Hence the name of the story. Thank you C.

I have said this time and time again, I fucking love role playing. It allows the submissive to interact with me and help create the fantasy in a way that ordinary play does not. Many people are too shy to role play, but if you want to try it, you know where to come. I saw this submissive last week and his fantasy intrigued me. He went to a Catholic school as a child and when he was a naughty boy, the head nun would take him to her office, order him to drop his pants and spank him with a paddle. It was a humiliating experience in two ways: first, he had to lower his pants before a nun and secondly, all of the other children were aware of what was taking place. Naturally, these humiliating events shaped his fetish fantasies and I am always happy to help re-create fetish fantasies and add my own devious twist to the adventure. The first time we met, I added a medical exam to the plot. Tonight, I added a little more kinky twists. I doubt he will ever be the same.

The naughty boy knocks on my dungeon door and I tell him to enter and sit down in my red chair. “Do you know why you are here?” I ask, hiding the item found in his desk drawer behind my back, still swinging my crop around. “No Mistress,” he sheepishly replies. “The nuns did a search of all desks and found something interesting in your desk drawer.” I wait for his reply but he stares at me blankly. Turning around, I place the panties on the end of the crop, face him and shove the panties into his face. The same blank stare before claims of innocence spew from his mouth: it must be a mistake, maybe it was another person’s desk, someone planted it, etc.

“Give me the palm of your hand,” I order and as he holds his hand out before me, I slap him with my crop slowly explaining that he has been spotted numerous times outside of the girls locker room. I tell him I know he is very interested in the cheerleaders and that these are the missing panties of one of our cheerleaders. Finally he confesses to his crime and I tell him to rise to his feet and drop his pants. While he is busy unbuckling his belt, I instruct him to open his mouth wide and I place the crotch of the panties in his mouth. During his confession, I discovered that not only did he steal the cheerleader’s panties, but he was also sniffing the crotch while playing with himself, so now he can suck the crotch during his over the knee spankings. What I did not tell my submissive was that those were the panties worn by V during the Bukaki party. But I know you will be reading this, naughty little boy, so now you know just how cruel your Mistress can be. V wore the panties you sucked when she entered my dungeon. Admittedly, I removed them within the first five minutes so my sluts could taste her sweet pussy, but regardless, they were worn by a naughty girl and I left them unwashed, waiting for the perfect submissive to suck them clean.

Bare bottomed, pants still hanging around his ankles, the naughty boy is over my knee receiving his first round of spankings for the evening. He sucks V’s panties clean while I paddle his tender ass with a leather paddle. I am taking it easy on him for now because I intend on making his punishments last as long as possible. The next phase of punishment is far more degrading, but we have not reached the height of degradation yet. The medical examination has become an important part of his humiliation as well as rehabilitation, so I remove nipple clamps and inform him that these will stay on his nipples until I can successfully measure just how sensitive his nipples are. He is asked to strip before the Mistress and I place V’s now wet panties around his neck. But that is not the only thing that goes around this bad boy’s neck. I also lock a metal collar around his neck, chain him up and order him to his knees. “You want to behave like an animal, then I will treat you like an animal,” I tell him. Imagine my naughty boy on his knees, pink panties and metal collar around his neck which is hooked to metal chain hanging from the ceiling. He is locked up like a rapid dog.

I order him to bend over, pouring hot oil over his back to make his flesh sensitive, I tell him how the monk would flog themselves to keep impure thoughts away. At this point, he receives his floggings and during the floggings, he is to thank me after each stroke. I am determined to make him understand that I am there to help reform him. He is already on all fours, so I take the opportunity to begin the medical examination. Glove on and lubed up, I tell him to breath as I slide one finger in. He must relax if I am going to get two fingers in. I am equally determined to stretch his pussy wide over time. If he cannot behave in class, then he will be turned into my slut. After all of this work, I am sweating and since I am working on turning him into a slut, he is told to lick all of the sweat off of my front side and back. I would hardly say this is punishment, but sometimes the Mistress allows for treats in between punishment.

Released from his chains, I slowly and purposefully begin removing implements: wooden paddles for stinging and bruising, a stiff leather flogger to help tenderize the buttocks, and a belt with a handle that this submissive made for me. Poor fool, making his own instruments of pain for the Mistress’s pleasure. I enjoyed this belt immensely the last time we met and hope to enjoy it again this evening. My naughty boy is asked to place all items neatly on the chair before kneeling on the spanking bench. Once he does this, the medical examination continues in conjunction with his punishment. Nipples clamps removed, I determine that yes, his nipples are appropriately sensitive. A small object will be inserted into his anus during his paddling and flogging. I insert the object, tug on his balls and tease the cock that this naughty boys jerks off so often. And now for the punishment. He is paddled and flogged repeatedly. I take breaks to ensure that the small item in his anus is securely in place. I also make certain to pull his balls and tease his cock so he does not forget why he is here. At last, he cries enough before I have a chance to use the belt again. But that is fine. The pain is over, but not the humiliation.

“The cheerleader who you stole the panties from was humiliated by you and now you will be humiliated by me so you know what it feels like,” I tell him. Lying down before me, I tell him to show me the nasty item he enjoys playing with. He strokes his cock for me and admits that he cums three times a day. Disgusting. He will learn just how filthy he is. I remove my panties, make him sniff the crotch and being to pee on him. “Oh Mistress, you are peeing on me,” he cries out. “To teach you a lesson in humiliation,” I reply. Obediently, he lies there and accepts the warm piss all over his cock. Once I am finished, I have one last punishment. His head is in the smothering box, my pussy is still dripping wet from piss and a squat above him. “You have turned into a nasty pervert because you are obsessed with women’s pussies. You look at my pussy and show me how nasty you are,” I say. Without further instruction, he begins to stroke his cock for me while staring wide eyed up at my pussy. “Oh Mistress, what a beautiful pussy you have,” he moans before cumming for me. Let that be a lesson learned for all of you naughty boys.

Speaking of role playing, I am meeting a submissive at his hotel room this week. I only do this for clients I know very well. This client has been a friend of mine for a few years now and we have some kinky role playing planned. Here is the plan, and he is in full agreement to what is in store for him. The submissive calls a service and orders a call girl for sex. I arrive at his room in the evening and we sit down to watch some porn. I begin to play with myself and he begins to stroke his cock, getting ready for sex. Seductively, I let him know how wet I am and that I am ready to fuck. He turns his back to me, getting a drink, and I pull out a small gun (it is a toy gun) and point it at his head. I plan on raping him and I plan on taking my time and enjoying every minute of sodomizing and humiliating him. I have brought my strap-on and he will be sucking and fucking all night long for me. You bitches will have to stay tuned for how my little adventure out of the dungeon turns out. I cannot wait to be a call girl hell bent on teasing and then raping my clients. Should be a fun night for everyone. Or at least me.

Yes, I am driving everyone mad by not posting the story of V and her private Bukaki party, but I love tease and denial, so consider this all part of the play. Perhaps I will release the story in chapters just to drive each of you slowly insane. That was the hottest session I have ever had and now I want more. I have found a couple who are game. A beautiful woman is willing to bring in her male submissive to be the receiving end of whatever we please. I plan on extending an invitation to V because I believe she is a Mistress in the making. So imagine this…

Three beautiful women, one trapped man and several of my male slave in my now infamous dungeon. The Bukaki slave sits on my fuck machine, stretching his cunt wide and getting him hard, wet and ready to suck and possibly fuck. The three beautiful women tease and torment him. One woman leaves the room to allow slut after slut into my home and back to my dungeon. The Bukaki slave anxiously awaits the cock he will be instructed to suck. In this world, women rule and men are sex slaves. What will happen in the next Bukaki party? I tried to plan the last one and everything changed, for the best I might add. What I need now are willing participants. I am planning on having this party in 2 to 3 weeks, so if you are interested and if you are a regular client, contact me immediately. This will be an event you will not want to miss. I want kinky sluts lined up and ready to please me and my girlfriends. My new Bukaki slut needs to be covered in hot cum and I need your cocks hard and ready. With three beautiful women controlling your every move, I doubt you will have any problems performing for the Mistresses. Call or email me ASAP so I can set a date.

One of the best part of my profession is watching my submissives’ fantasies evolve. I had been playing with this one submissive for many years and the play evolved in subtle ways such as pushing limits but never strayed from the original theme which was sensual domination mixed with sadistic play. I was intrigued when I received an email from this submissive last week requesting a session and saying that he was going to bring a box of toys. When I inquired what items might be in this box of toys, he only said “various items, some of a feminine nature.” This was a new one for us.

The anticipation was driving me crazy and when he finally arrived with a large box, I could not wait to get him back to the dungeon. He shyly admitted that he was now embarrassed he had brought the box. This is a funny thing to say to me. I am probably the most open person you will ever meet when it comes to sexuality and I told him this. Back in the dungeon, I opened the box and removed each item: a metal collar, a leather posture collar, a harness with a butt plug, a leather corset, white stockings with a matching garter belt and panties and white high heel shoes. Immediately I knew this was going to be a sexy session. We had never gone this route before and I could not wait to share the experience with him.

Dressed up and looking like something right out of a fetish magazine, we enjoyed all sorts of kinky play together. I bent him over on the spanking bench, pulled his white panties aside and fucked his pussy while tormenting his cock with my notorious vampire glove. He wore the harness with butt plug for me and sat on it for deep, deep penetration while I explored his flesh and found the familiar weak areas as well as some new ones. The leather corset wrapped around his waist gave a him a different bondage sensation of being constricted. The metal collar looked fucking hot around his neck and I restrained him with some chains hanging from the ceiling for extra visual effects. (No hanging allowed in my dungeon. The chain length fell to the floor and then was hooked to his neck. Do not ever let someone put you in a situation where you could hang yourself.) I was thrilled to share a new experience with an old submissive. It is sort of like old lovers spicing up their sex life. But the best part was, he left the box of toys for my use. And tonight, I had the opportunity to use a few of my favorite items as well as try something entirely new.

Sometimes my submissives go to see other Dommes or get on the Internet and find a new art form I have never experienced before and when they share it with me, well, let’s just say I am always open to learning and growing so I respond eagerly to the new information. Old friendships were renewed tonight when a submissive I had not seen in years showed up at my door steps with rubber bands in hand. “What is this about?” I thought. I had played with rubber bands around the cock before, but they always leave marks so I stopped exploring the fetish. This submissive is known for nipple torture, but the rubber bands were far too large for that.

When I get him in the back, he explains that he has been exploring rubber bands around the cock with a colleague of mine, Singing Deer. When you place rubber bands around the cock, you can still erotically arouse the cock, but the submissive cannot get hard because the blood flow is restricted and as a natural result, they cannot cum. They will feel like they want to cum, they will beg and plead, but ejaculation is impossible. I do not think I need to remind you sluts that erotic torture is by far my favorite form of control. Nothing beats hearing the cries and pleas of a man who wants to cum. Nothing beats the power of telling them “No!” The looks on their faces is priceless.

It was in the evening and although I am horny in the morning, I always feel very sensual and relaxed at night, so I begin the session by tying him up and rubbing oil all over my breasts and stomach. Slowly and seductively approaching my victim, l rub my oiled body up and down his torso making sure to get the cock in the process. Lightly, I touch his lips with mine and tease him with a kiss he is not allowed to accept. Soon enough he is hard and I anxiously begin selecting rubber bands from the box. The smallest for the cock because I want them extra tight and a thick one for the balls and base of the cock to make certain that all circulation is cut off. There will be teasing but no cumming. My mouth waters thinking about all of the teasing that will occur tonight. He will be powerless to my desires and I desire constant teasing tonight. The mere thought of endless teasing and denial gets me wet.

His nipples are already tender from the biting he received while I was rubbing my naked torso against his, but I continue to torment them before dropping to my knees and arranging the rubber bands from the base of the shaft, up the shaft and just below the head. The first band is around the cock and balls. He is hard and now all of that blood in his hard cock, and balls filled with three days worth of cum, are trapped. The second band goes around the base of the cock. I snap it in place giving him a nice sting. In between working my way up to the head, I snap each band, administering pain but following it with highly arousing head of cock teasing. That is after all the most sensitive part of the cock.

All 7 bands in place, the sting of each snap still registering, I stick one finger up my slave’s ass, oil up his cock and begin to tease. I cannot describe what this submissive went through. Every sensation was overwhelmingly intense. I could feel that his prostate was hard and close to cumming but he could not do it. Can you imagine what it would be like if your body was telling you that you were on the verge of cumming but you could not do it? You would have no control over your own orgasm. Your body and will belonged entirely to someone else. He pleaded but I was hell bent on pushing his limits in ways no one ever has. I kept going and going and before long he was asking “What do you want me to do for you? I will do anything to cum.” And my response, filled with laughter, was “I am having so much fun, there is nothing you can do.” With that remark, I began biting his thighs, still teasing his cock, and he let out a moan and cried “Yes! Bite me.”

I did finally release him from his torment and allowed him to remove the bands. His cock was bruised and battered but it still got hard after a few minutes. I was no where finished with my prey. This time, I inserted a vibrating dildo into his pussy, had him sit on it for that wonderfully deep penetration and removed 7 more bands from the box. This is when my new box of toys came into play. I sat him in my cock and ball torture chair with the new leather posture collar around his neck, bound his hands back behind his head and strapped him into the chair with the leather corset. This bitch was mine and there was no escape. On several occasions during my continued torment, I reminded him that I could keep him there all night teasing his cock. He actually said that he would rather shoot himself in the head then stay there all night being endlessly teased. That is torture at its finest.

I placed all 7 bands around his cock, snapping each one for a nice sting and began to tease. It was beautiful. I tease cocks all the time but I cannot stress enough how different and amazing rubber band play is. The only problem is, it leaves marks so unfortunately, it is not something I will be able to experience with every submissive. We both got so hot and worked up. I am still sloppy wet just thinking about how he begged and pleaded. He had a vibrator in his ass and a beautiful half naked woman teasing his cock to the point of orgasm, but that orgasm would never be achieved. I really could have gone on all night. Anyone interested?

At last I released him. Too excited to take it any longer, I desperately needed to cum. I removed the leather posture collar and replaced it with the metal collar. So imagine this. I am spread out in my red velvet chair with my new vibrator (Thanks J from BFE) and my slave is chained up with a metal collar around his neck, still sitting on the vibrating dildo and still strapped into the cock and ball torture chair with the leather corset. His cock now badly abused and teased, yet somehow still hard. His hands are free, but poor bitch, the Mistress is just out of reach. We talked dirty and I came twice in the process. As I write this, I am missing him terribly. I still long to tease a cock all bound up with rubber bands. I should have left him in the dungeon chained up and waiting for me. I am at the Glenwood now drinking wine and my girlfriend C keeps bitching at me for working on a Friday night. This is hardly work and I wish I could return home to more fun after a few more drinks.

On a side note, this Bukaki event has really created some wild fantasies in many of my submissives’ heads. I love it. My first client insists that he would never suck another bitches cock for me. I am planning on having another Bukaki party but this time a beautiful woman is bringing over her male submissive and she wants to see him covered in cum. When I told my first client this, the wheels started spinning and all of the sudden he was confessing his dirty thoughts to me. Call me the Pope. Here are just a few of his wild confessions: “I want to be tied up on all fours. I want you to stretch my pussy and prepare me for your slaves. You will have to train me on how to suck cock. I will take every cock you instruct me to take. Once I am ready, I want to be tied down, cock in my ass, cock in my mouth. I want to feel their hot cum all over my back and ass.” This coming from a slut who up until today wanted to be a pussy and ass slave to all of my girlfriends.

Do not worry. I have your coupon and I will be passing it around to my girlfriends and we will have to wait and see if I have any takers. The coupon states that he will orally service my girlfriends anyway they choose plus give full body massages and whatever other requests they may have. But you can see the power I have over my sluts. They enter my dungeon with one main fantasy and before they know what has hit them, they are expanding their horizons in ways they never imagined. That is the power of Rikka. Even my gorgeous Bukaki girlfriend V told me today that since Tuesday night, every time she walks down the hallways at work or down the streets, she looks at men and thinks, “I bet he would have a good cock for sucking.” Ah, liberation! All the more reason to come see Mistress Rikka.

Today an old friend came to play with me and Julia Steele and the session was wild and sweaty. This slut loves to be teased and tormented and his favorite hot spot are his nipples. At one point during the session he was proud to inform us that his favorite nipple was the left one, the one that was almost torn off in a session with another lovely Domme, and he pinches it while he jerks. Of course I had to give him shit and say “That was a little more information then we both need,” at which he quickly retorted with “Oh, look who’s saying that. I bet you have all sorts of information I do not want to know.” Touché.

Julia and I had so much fun with this guy. I did not know if he would be able to make it through the full 2 hours of play, but he was a champ and stuck it out. We did have to take a few refreshment breaks and if you read my journal, you know exactly what “refreshments” mean. The first break, we went outside to cool off. Our slut was down on the ground and I peed my electric green fluid all over him. I take vitamins and now Julia and all of my submissive tease me about my atomic piss. Well it least it tastes good and if you haven’t had your vitamins, what better way to get them then through Rikka’s piss. As always, Julia and I hosed our submissive off with the power stream and made certain that his balls and asshole received the brunt of the stream.

The second refreshment break occurred during some nasty corporal punishment when the poor submissive was tied to me, that’s right, tied to me. I was sitting at the top of the spanking bench wearing Julia’s large strap-on, the submissive had both hands tied around my waist and his mouth was conveniently located in between my thighs where my cock was eagerly awaiting his service. By this point, this poor submissive already had needles through both nipples and an assortment of teasing from ass worship to cock crushing with the ass, so he was worked up and feeling extra sensitive. The third refreshment break was Julia’s remaining piss plus the spit from both gorgeous Mistresses.

Our bitch boy began the afternoon by being greeted by two beautiful women and he did not stop giggling with glee after that point. Once we had him strung up in Julia’s dungeon, we both took turns working his front and backside. From highly erotic to terribly sadistic, he giggled and moaned and kept saying things like “this is fucking unbelievable” and “oh, fuck me!” At long last he cried mercy and that is when the crushing of the cock with my perfect ass began. I felt a little sorry for the misery and pain he was experiencing, gleefully no less, and made an executive decision to keep him distracted with my ass so that Julia could continue the flogging and nipple and cock and ball torture she was enjoying so much. Sometimes you have to take one for the team so that we all come out ahead, and today was one of those moments. I think he enjoyed my ass a little too much.

Maybe Julia noticed this or maybe it was because her ass was sweating and needed cleaning, but she made a move to release him and told him to get down on all fours and lick the sweat off of her ass. I do not think I have ever seen a submissive drop so quickly to his knees. He practically fell to the floor and when Julia stuck her round, toned ass in his face, he took a few gasps of air before diving in. I loved watching Julia get aggressive with him and pound her ass into him again and again as if she was ass fucking his face. My ass had gotten sweaty too, but so sweaty that I was forced to loose my panties for a really deep cleaning. After that I had to pee and refreshment break number one took place.

The sweaty Mistress scene continued. It was very hot in her dungeon today and even though minimal clothing was worn by all participants, we still sweated profusely. I sat on top of the spanking bench and wrapped my legs around the submissive’s neck. My legs were still encased in my black stockings and thigh high boots thereby collecting more sweat by the minute and Julia sat topless across the way on the bondage bed. She spread her legs wide and began to tease the submissive with her pussy by slowly pealing her panties back to show him a glimpse. More gasping, giggling and then a solemn and sincere statement of “Oh, Mistress, you have a beautiful pussy.” She just laughed, removed one boot and shoved her sweaty foot into his face for cleaning. The heel of the other boot went into his nipple.

I loved the way this submissive got into Julia’s feet. This guy got so fucking excited he practically started jumping in his seat. My legs are wrapped around his neck, so I end up getting a little pony ride. You know what I like to do when people start thrashing. I start thrashing back. The submissive is licking Julia’s feet, bouncing all around and making crazy noises and my pussy is rubbing all over the back of his neck enjoying the motion. When it was finally my turn, I could feel the sweat dripping down my legs. He was instructed to leave the stockings on at first. You see, I had worn those stockings Tuesday night for the Bukaki party and had not washed them yet. I knew they would be extra stinky, and my submissive confirmed delightfully that, yes indeed, they were extra pungent. He licked them clean before removing them and sucking on my toes.

Now I could go on and on with details about what happened today, but there is a purpose to this tale, a reason for me sharing the experience. I have done a lot in my life but today was definitely a first for me. I enjoy using the Violet Wand and I know you can hold the wand while it is on and use your body as a conductor, but I have never tried kissing someone while doing this. While we had the submissive strung up, Julia took out the Violet Wand. At first it was very typical play, touching his sensitive body parts, etc., but then she grabbed the electrical part with her hand and began sensually rubbing her hand, arm and ass across his chest and cock. Our submissive was turned on and curious about something. “What happens if you kiss someone while holding that?” Well, neither of knew the answer to that and there was only one way to find out. Julia slowly and cautiously approached the submissive’s lips with her full, luscious red lips and before they touched, zap! I saw sparks. No joke. I saw sparks.

They both start laughing and talking about how they can still feel the tingling. Julia begins playing with his cock and the submissive slyly asks what would happen if she used her tongue. Well that’s not going to happen. At least not where he wanted her tongue. So Julia sticks her tongue out and again slowly moves in towards his mouth. He braces himself for something tantalizing and once again, before her tongue even reaches his lips, another spark shoots out. They both jump back, laughing and with big grins on their faces. The verdict was, the tongue only hurt for a few minutes but the lips still tingled. The red hot lips and the Violet Wand. Very hot. I am not sure if I will be trying this anytime soon, but who knows. I suggested to Julia that she should try having sex while holding that thing. The submissive laughed and said “Imagine what the head of the cock would feel like touching your pussy.” Yes. Everyone take a minute to imagine that.

All in all, this was a great session. I love playing with this guy because he is funny, sensual and mildly sadistic. He let’s us push his limits while still playing and being silly with us. There was one point when he was lost in sub-space. He was on the spanking bench sucking my cock and getting fucked from behind when he lost all sense of time and was fully engulfed in extreme pleasure. I love it when that happens. The ending was hot and wild as well but I almost suffocated the guy. Mental note: when smothering someone’s face with my pussy and ass, always allow for breathing breaks. I guess I was more worked up than I thought because I am usually pretty good about that. Julia was going nuts on his cock, pouring hot oil on it, pinching it with her nails, bringing him to the point of orgasm and then stopping. When he finally came, he came and came and came. After all that, I had to jump in the shower with him. I wish Julia had joined. Maybe next time. But we were all so sweaty that we needed a bath.

I ended the evening with a sensual session which is the perfect way to end a night. I always get worried about new clients: what if I do not like them, what if I do not have fun, and so on. I was so thankful that tonight’s new client was exactly what I needed. He responded to all of my sensual tricks and that turns me on like nothing else. By the end of the night, I had body oil all over me from sliding up and down my toy and we played with some hot oil, light bondage and horse tail floggers. Of course I had an orgasm and I took my sweet time getting there. The ride is so much fun. And I made certain that he took his sweet, torturous time getting there too. I love the begging and pleading. Call it edging, call it erotic torture, the ride to orgasm is better when prolonged to the point when the person cannot stand it any longer. That is heaven: for me because it is the ultimate form of control and for them because it is always the best orgasm they have ever had.

That’s all kids. I hope you enjoyed my tales. I promise I will get the Bukaki tale up. I just need time because so much happened. I wish everyone there could write their version of what happened. I would love to read 6 separate stories. Since I brought up the subject, if I ever write a story about you, feel free to leave comments on things I may have forgotten or send me your own version for me to post. The more details, the better.

Wow! That’s all I have to say. I will be reporting all of the details to you horny sluts dying to know what happened at the Bukaki party, but I am slammed this week so you will have to wait for the full report Saturday or Sunday. What occurred last night turned me on so fucking much that I went crazy on my poor client today. I do not think he was too terribly upset that I was feeling wild and sexy today and used him to get me off again and again. It definitely wasn’t the typical domination session. I kept thinking about all of those men getting V off again and again followed by V getting them off, some again and again. So while those thoughts ran through my head, my poor client’s cock was sensually teased and nipples bitten. At some point we both ended up with oil all over our bodies, sliding all over each other. See what happens to the Mistress when she gets worked up.

I will give you the outline and then I promise to write the story this weekend when I have some down time. First of all, nothing happened the way I planned it and I fucking love that! It is amazing when a session takes on a life of its own and creates a new path that is far more exciting than what you imagined, and that is what happened. As my sluts arrived, 5 in all, we casually relaxed and chatted, had a few beers and then V decided to get dressed and ready to go back. She was wearing sexy, pink panties which obviously came off the minute we got back to the dungeon.

Here is the outline of what happened and as I write the story over the weekend, I may remember more details:
V and I briefly get it on in front of the boys.
V straddles me on the red chair while the boys eat her ass, play with her clit, her breasts take out their cocks and begin to stroke them.
V is chained up, standing, hands above her head. The boys eat her pussy, stroke their cocks: they are all around her, touching her, making her moan.
V ends up sitting on someone’s face. Cocks start going into her mouth. This goes on for quite a while. It is also during this time period that I pee all over one of my sluts, make him lick the piss off of my pussy and then he takes his piss covered cock over to V for sucking.
V is placed on the Sybian. As she is getting fucked, cock after cock go into her mouth. This is when things really steam up. The boys are playing with her ass, tits and click while she is being fucked and sucking. She goes from one cock to the next. At one point she says, “who am I missing,” points at one of the sluts and says “you haven’t been sucked in a while” and motions for him to come over. One by one they begin to cum on her, but the party is far from over.

I know this is a really brief outline. You have no idea how many details I have to share. It is almost overwhelming. This party went on for about 2 hours and I am amazed that V lasted that long. She loved every second of it and my boys did not want to leave that room. I do not blame them.

As I stated before, I will write the story. I know you sluts are eager to hear all the details so I wanted to give you a brief teaser. Be patient. You will have your story by Saturday or Sunday. Until then, stay hard for the Mistress.