She anxiously awaits for their car to pull up in her driveway. She thinks she hears a car. Quickly, the heels on her thigh high boots click across the floor into the sun room where she looks out the glass door hoping to see them. No sign. She has been fantasizing about their last playtime together and wondering what will happen tonight. Wearing only panties and her boots, her breasts are covered in a fox fur given to her by an adoring fan. What better combination than leather, silk and fur? All she knows is the beautiful woman she is waiting for wants to be flogged harder this time. Does that mean their time together will be rough or sensual or both. She is hoping for both. That is why she chose the leather boots with the soft fur. The silky panties just make her ass look good and she loves showing off her ass.

She sits down on her sofa, mindlessly playing with her nipples and still fantasizing about what will happen tonight. The options are limitless and she can barely sit still just thinking about it. She notices her panties are already wet. Will the couple notice this as well? Will they be able to see how excited she is before they even get through the door? Her mind wanders back to thoughts of tying this beautiful woman up when at last she hears the sound of a car and is certain it is them. Trying to remain calm, she gracefully lifts herself up and goes to the sun room door. Long legs covered in black stockings appear at the bottom of the open car door. The woman rises from her car seat and she is impressed by her elegant and seductive outfit. A light grey blouse buttoned just bellow the top of her breasts, a slender tight fitting black skirt wrapped from waist to knees, those delicious silky black stockings accentuating a pair of black, pointy toe shoes with delicate ankle straps. She notices highlights in her dark brown hair. Golden brown highlights spill over her rich brown hair and she looks even more lovely than she remembered. She never had a doubt, but she now confirms that tonight will be an amazing evening.

The couple enters her dungeon and she asks the woman’s lover if he will be tormenting this beauty with her. His sly smile and laugh says it all. They will both be having their way with the beauty tonight. In fact, let’s just call her Beauty for the rest of this tale. She slowly undresses Beauty and is pleased to see that she has chosen a sexy bra with a matching garter belt but no panties. Her pussy is neatly shaved and her ass is perfect. With a shaved pussy and perfect ass, why wear panties? This Beauty should never wear panties. Her lover sits in a chair watching the two women: one stands still while the other slowly undresses her, running her nails up and down her soft flesh, slowly seducing her and preparing her for pleasure. Everyone will be pleased this evening but in different ways.

Beauty stands before her lover, arms tied and high above her head. She is helpless yet enjoying the predicament she finds herself in. The Mistress will begin the play with flogging. Flogging is a sensual way to warm the flesh as well as enhance the feeling of submission. She hands the lover a small horse tail for Beauty’s front and takes a larger one for Beauty’s back. Together, the Mistress and the lover work on Beauty’s breasts, pussy, ass and back. Her lover uses his legs to spread her legs wide and the both take turns flogging her pussy. The blood rushes between Beauty’s thighs and her cunt is dripping wet and swollen from excitement. The Mistress hands the lover a vibrator and tells him to have fun while she bites Beauty’s nipples and eventually places clamps on them. The flogging continues, graduating to an elk skin and finally leather. Continuously flogged, front and back, vibrator teasing her clit and nipples becoming more and more sensitive. The Mistress slides a finger between Beauty’s lips and noticing how wet she is, decides it is time for something more violating, more sexual.

The Mistress unties Beauty, slowly walks away and picks up a bottle of strawberry cream massage oil. She rubs it all over her breasts and asks the lover to remove Beauty’s bra.  The Mistress rubs her oils body up and down Beauty’s breasts and stomach, greasing her up for some nasty action. She tells Beauty to lie on the bed covered in rubber sheets and then ties her hands above her head and blind folds her. The lover and the Mistress secretly conspire while Beauty remains helplessly tied up. Violet wand on her pussy and nipples, long steel nails down the sides of her stomach, hot oil poured over her sensitive body parts, a nasty leather flogger whipping her by surprise once relaxed, and of course vibrators. Cumming makes women sensitive everywhere and her lover knows if she cums, she will be that much more sensitive. Plus, he loves to watch Beauty cum. He know exactly what to do to make her body respond, her clit swell and her pussy cum. The Mistress watches, biting a nipple, sliding nails up and down her, as the lover takes a vibrator and slowly makes Beauty cum for him.

Beauty has had enough for now. She shyly giggles and asks to be released. The Mistress watches as the lover unbuttons his pants and pulls out his hard cock. Beauty flips over on her stomach and knows exactly what to do. A smile on her face, she inches closer, opens her mouth and takes him in. Gliding her full red lips up and down her lovers cock, she stops to use her tongue on the head, lapping up all of the pre-cum while teasing her lover with soft strokes. The Mistress cannot resists Beauty’s tongue. She wants a taste so she moves in and licks the lover’s head, touching Beauty’s sweet tongue in the process. Their lips occasionally touch, tongues slide back and forth exchanging pre-cum: it is as if they are sharing an ice cream cone or lollipop together. But the lover is here to please his Beauty and wants to see her cum again.

The Mistress goes into her bedroom to remove a personal item: the Liberator, a sex ramp made for g-spot penetration. The lover picks Beauty up and places her on the ramp. Her hips are high in the air and pussy spread wide. The Mistress feels her mouth water and she asks the lover if Beauty enjoys having her clit sucked. Of course the answer is yes. What woman does not. Licking is good but sucking is divine. Just ask the lunchtime lover. The Mistress sucks on Beauty’s clit while her lover watches. Her pussy is wet and begging for a cock. Beauty will be getting the real thing later tonight when they go back to their hotel room. It is time for the Mistress to bring out her cocks and fuck her sweet pussy. First, she slides a finger in and says to the lover “She is so tight. Are you sure she can take one of my cocks?” He smiles. Having a big cock himself, he knows she will take it for us. On her back, the first cock slides in, Beauty moans and she takes it for both the lover and the Mistress.

The lover asks to watch his Beauty take a strap-on, so she is flipped over on her stomach, her heavenly ass in the air. This is a perfect ass and the Mistress and not resist spanking it while she fucks Beauty’s pussy with her 8 inch cock. Beauty, being a good little slut, takes it from both ends without being told what to do. A cock in her mouth, a cock in her pussy, and her heavenly ass high in the air, we all smell like strawberry cream and we all fuck or get fucked. Her lover knows what to do to make Beauty cum again. He removes his cock from her mouth and places a hand on the back of her neck. Head forced down into the soft pillow of the Liberator, he holds her down while the Mistress fucks her pussy. She let’s out a loud scream and cums all over the Mistress’s cock. This is a woman who loves to be fucked and she is lucky that her lover loves to watch her get fucked. 

Beauty shows her gratitude by sucking her lover off. Her head bobs up and down, spit dripping down his cock, she stokes and sucks rubbing more strawberry cream all over his cock. Now her lover is the helpless victim, the delicious treat and she eagerly eats every of bit if him, cock and cum go down her throat. She lifts her head, hair falling around her face and lips wet but not a drip of cum spilt. She smiles and takes one last swallow. Here is to strawberry cream and heavenly ass.

If you have not noticed from my current entries, I have been more insightful lately as to why my clients come to see me. With a degree in psychology, I have always been curious about human behavior, particularly sexual behavior, but I have come to realize that having a deeper understanding behind my clients’ needs, as well as the various reasons for seeking a professional service such as mine, enriches our experience together. First, if I understand their their motives, I have a better idea as to which “buttons” to push during our playtime and which direction the play should go. I know that many of you live vicariously through my stories, but what you do not realize is that I also live vicariously through your fantasies. Recognizing underlying motives behind the fantasy further helps me in controlling the submissive and re-creating the perfect fantasy for both of us. Secondly, disclosure between Mistress and submissive allows for a more intimate and powerful exchange for both parties. Ultimately, some degree of intimacy is necessary for a good session.

I hear different reasons for coming to see me, but the most common reason revolves around daily inhibitions. Most of my clients strive to be a good husband, father, employee, citizen, etc. and the pressure to be the perfect individual builds up. Sometimes the build up surfaces as an obsession with a fetish or several fetishes or an overwhelming curiosity and desire to explore a side of themselves that society forbids. The number one taboo in our Puritanical society is, of course, sex and anything that deviates from the norm of what sex should or should not be.

I played with two clients today, one new and one old, and both of their motives for seeing me revolved around daily life inhibitions. The first client had a boot and glove fetish that would slowly build up over time and after a session would dissipate for a few months. His disclosed after the session that he felt a tremendous amount of pressure in his daily life to behave a certain way. “Good” was the word he used to describe himself and his behavior. The pressure of being “good” all the time accumulates and before long he begins to obsess on women wearing boots and gloves Why this particular fetish, I am not certain, but it is completely normal to obsess on certain things when pressure is high and you are forced by society to behave a certain way or to be inhibited. The rules society places on us are there for a reason, yet we all need an outlet to express ourselves. A personal example is, I am expected to be dominant and in control on a daily basis. I know many of the men reading this can fully relate to the pressure of having to always appear to be in control and on top of things. If I do not balance myself, I begin to obsess on being tied up and submissive. Each of us have many different personas, some discovered, some waiting to be discovered and if we cannot express those personas, we begin to obsess.

The second client had a close friend die shortly after retirement. He led a successful and respectable life. He played by all the rules and at the point in his life when he should let go and have fun, he became ill and died. The lesson my client learned was that life is fleeting and we cannot wait for the right opportunity to enjoy ourselves. When his friend died, he decided that he would become less inhibited and explore his sexual fantasies. Sexuality is, after all, the primal drive that keeps us going. It is freeing and liberating to express our sexual sides along with our kinky fetishes. We are all familiar with the high we achieve after a night of fantasy and fun. We have done something “taboo” and as a result, we feel like naughty teenagers or college students who have gotten away with something wonderful. Our hearts are light and our feet feel like they float when we walk. We are liberated and our self-esteems soar high. Sexual fantasy is the ultimate youth elixir. 

When I was working in corporate America, I felt trapped and miserable. Wearing business suits everyday, putting on a face that was not mine and talking endless bullshit to those around me. I had no outlet to express the amazing and beautiful sexual creature I am. One night I met a man at a bar. We chatted for a bit, had a few drinks and then something in me tugged with such force that I had become someone else: that inhibited persona within me. I asked him to take me to a sex shop down the street where we bought toys just for my pleasure. It had been so long since I had been pleased and my inhibited persona was feeling hungry and selfish.

We rented a room at the Marriot in downtown Atlanta on one of the top floors. Standing naked in the room before the window overlooking the busy streets, I knew no one could see us, but the fantasy of the people on the street watching us was powerful. I asked him to use the sex toys on me while I stood in front of the window. I told him I wanted to cum again and again while watching the people below me. My new friend willingly obliged and I had one of the most liberating and freeing nights of my life. I had neglected my desires for so long and desperately needed someone to explore my body and make me feel sexual and powerful again. Fucking was not what I needed. I needed my fantasies fulfilled in order to feel balanced and centered again. My fantasy was to be the naughty corporate America woman having a strange man make her cum while others watched. We played until the sun came up, took a bath, ordered room service and then I went home. I never saw him again, but that only added to the fantasy and the experience.

The point is, I know what it is like to live that perfect life and feel trapped. I needed to feel like a diva, a sexual and sensual woman, good by day and dirty by night fall. It was not fucking I was looking for. It was my secret, wild and kinky persona that needed something deeper than traditional sex. And that is why people come to visit me. Fucking is easy and accepted. Eventually, that taboo and untamed sexual part in each of us will surface and it cannot be denied. Whether it is golden showers, strap-on play, boot worship, cock and ball torture or whatever is not defined as normal in our limited society, it will surface. Today I have the privilege of giving the gift of liberation, naughty, sexy, dirty, kinky liberation, to two men. Just as that gift was given to me so many years ago, as a Dominatrix, I am proud to continue to pass that gift on. Now someone come over here,tie me up and make me cum again and again. The Mistress needs selfish time. I have fed two inhibited personas and now my inhibited person needs to be fed.

Sexuality includes a wide spectrum preferences, desires, fetishes and fantasies. Psychologists say that only 10% of us are truly heterosexual or homosexual. That leaves 80% of us somewhere on the curve of sexuality. We like to label human behavior, but that ultimately sells each of us short. How can we put a label on something that is so vast and often ever changing and developing? For example, I consider myself to be heterosexual, yet I am more aroused by the female form than the male form. I enjoy sexual encounters with women but only when men are present mainly because I get off on teasing men. What better way to tease a man than two sensual women enjoying each others bodies while the man waits patiently for the invitation to join in on the activities? I would not consider myself to be bisexual considering I do not seek the sexual company of women if a man is not involved. Yet, I am not fully heterosexual either. And then when you include my list of ever expanding fetishes, well, hell, I have no fucking clue what label I should be given. I guess I am just sexual. That is the best label I can think of for myself. Sexual, sensual, creative, playful, sometimes sadistic, sometimes submissive, sometimes dominant and sometimes I just need a good cuddle. The point is, we do ourselves a disservice by labeling our sexuality.

I know many of you do not understand the nature of forced-bi play because we get trapped in wanting to label sexual behavior. Many people I encounter do not understand the nature of BDSM and immediately assume I am some sort of cartoon character wearing thigh high boots all day and beating up men. Nothing could be further from the truth, and many of the notions people have about forced-bi play are equally limited. First of all, the men I play with who are interested in forced-bi are all predominately heterosexual. They need a woman to be present when engaging in the kinkier side of sex and forced-bi. They also need the woman to be turned on by the sex acts they are being asked to preform. Much like myself, if the opposite sex is not there to turn them on and to tell them how turned on they are, the play will not work. Also much like myself, they do not seek the sexual company of men without a woman being present. In other-words, they fall somewhere on the spectrum of sexuality that has no label. They are simply sexual humans who enjoy exploring various desires with the opposite sex.

And so my night ends with an old friend who loves to please his Mistress and his fetishes are as vast as mine. I would never ask someone to do something that they feel uncomfortable doing and I would never do anything that I feel uncomfortable doing, so when you get two like-minded kinky souls in the same room, well, let’s just say that boundaries will be broken and fun will be had. Knowing that my old friend loves the feeling of total submission, I placed a metal collar around his neck and connected the collar to a chain hanging from the ceiling. (Safety note: The chain had enough slack so that if he tripped or fell, he would not hang himself. Please do not ever allow someone to put you in a situation where you could accidently hang yourself.) This created the feeling of being a slave and therefore totally submissive to the MIstress. The subtle ways we enhance mental sexuality makes a huge difference in the way the recipient responds to physical sexual acts. This is key with BDSM: creating a mental state that spills over to the physical world.

Collar and chained, we hear a knock on the dungeon door. I leave my slave facing the wall and walk towards the door. My slut, tall, athletic and well endowed, is already stroking his cock, anxious for what is about to occur. I lead him into the room and stand him before my slave. The slave is nervous and he looks to the floor waiting for his Mistress to take charge. Without her direction, and her constant approval, he is helpless and uncertain. His eyes cry out for direction and she orders him to take her sluts cock in his hand and begin to stroke. Standing close to both of them, she teaches her slave how to stroke. Once he has finally mastered the art of cock stroking, she tells him he will suck for her. Once again, his eyes reveal his fear and apprehension. Gently, she guides him to his knees and tells him to stick his tongue out. “Now slap his face and tongue,” she tells the slut. Suddenly the slave becomes aroused. He is not overwhelmed with a cock being forced into his mouth. The process is gradual and the Mistress allows her slave to get used to the taste of cock before instructing him on how to suck.

Finally, when he seems ready for a mouthful of hot meat, the Mistress explains step by step what he will do. She kneels with him, watching the cock move in and out of his mouth, touching both of her submissives to let them know how sexually aroused she is. “Tease the head. Now swallow the whole cock.” The slave gags at that task and the Mistress knows she must change direction. “Play with his balls. Now stoke his cock and suck his balls. Suck that cock again. That’s right, in and out. Use the tongue on the head. Swirl it around.” She goes on and on until she can no longer take the excitement and desperately wants to put both of her submissives in a precarious position.

She tells the slave to stand and begins to tie his balls up. To his surprise, she ties his balls to the sluts balls. Now they are tied together and the Mistress takes both cocks in her hand and begins to stroke, slap and tease the cocks. She rubs them against one another. But understanding that these men ultimately love woman, she knows this can only continue for so long before the mood changes. She has fully enjoyed humiliating them by tying their balls together and rubbing their cocks together, but now she slides in between them, ass rubbing against her slave’s cock and hips rubbing against her slut’s cock. As she rocks back and forth and side to side, her hips tug on the string attaching their balls together and they both moan in pain and delight. Cocks grow harder to her front and back and she knows it is time for the ultimate humiliation.

The slave is placed on the fuck machine, filled up and vibrating, he looks on helplessly and longing while her slut licks the Mistress’s beautiful ass. “Please Mistress. What can I do to lick your ass?” the slave pleads while being fucked. The MIstress has done this on purpose. She knew it would evoke jealousy and longing in her slave. Cruel as this may seem, the slave needs to be jealous of the Mistress’s submissives and the pleasures they are allowed to indulge in. She enjoys his begging and finally once convinced of the hurt in his eyes, she bends over before the slave and orders him to lick her already licked and wet ass. This just adds to his humiliation of not being the first to please the Mistress.

Satisfied, the Mistress is ready to watch her slave suck cock and eat cum. Once again, she stands close to each submissive letting them know just how turned on she is. She instructs her slave on how to suck. Without her direction, he would be lost, he would ultimately loose his sexual desire for forced-bi without the Mistress’s presence. He sucks and sucks, always looking up at his Mistress for approval. Moaning, heavy breathing, and then the famous last words “I am going to cum.” The slut fills the slave’s mouth with his hot cum and like a good slave, he swallows every drop. Looking deep into the Mistress’s eyes while he swallows, he knows he has pleased her. He knows she is aroused and ready for her own orgasm. The slut leaves the room and the Mistress and her slave share a final moment of ecstasy together. But he is a good slave and he understands that his reward for servitude will not involve his own pleasure, but the Mistress’s pleasure.

He wants to feel helpless, forget everything he knows, his life, his identity and all of the baggage that goes with it. He has been coming to see her for years and every time he says the same thing: “Make me forget. Send me away to that land where nothing matters.” Everyday stresses add up over the weeks, months, leaving him feeling hollow and longing for a way to release the anxiety, the pressure. His everyday mindset forbids him to behave certain ways, forbids him to express his deepest desires and needs. Composure and control are a way of life for him. It is how he has become successful and it is how he maintains his success. But success and the image that comes with it holds a heavy price. Every man has a secret side that very few will ever see. The more successful, the more that secret side grows. Repressed for years, eventually it can no longer hide and eventually something must give. So he asks to be controlled and forced to do things he normally would not, but we both know, the force is only an illusion. He secretly desires his Mistress to do things to him that no one will ever know about. For his own sanity, he needs the type of therapy that only a loving and caring Mistress can provide. His Mistress must be able to read his thoughts and understand the needs he dares not confess. His secret must be unleashed.

Driving. “How long have we been driving?” he wonders. All sense of time has vanished. He sits helplessly wondering where she is taking him. She laughs. “What is she laughing at? Are people in other cars watching me? What do they think of me? What do they think…” The drive continues, winding along roads, roads that he will never see. Up inclines, down inclines, stopping, going, the Mistress proceeds to an undisclosed location. “Where am I going? Who will see me?” His mind wonders, cock hard from the excitement and standing straight up, fully exposed to anyone who passes by or pulls up at a stop light. The passenger window down, he can feel a breeze on his naked flesh making him feel all the more vulnerable, all the more out of control of his life, his being. He is free from his identity at last. 

The car comes to a stop. The door opens then shuts. He can hear the sound of her high heels walking away from the car. “Is she leaving me? When will she return.” She already knows what he is thinking before he thinks it and deliberately takes her time. She wants him to feel abandoned. She knows this will only add to his helpless state of mind and body. He hears a strange voice and the Mistress laughing again. It is the voice of a man. Someone pinches his nipples and slaps the head of his cock. Then silence. “Have they gone? Who was that?” Another voice. Now two women are laughing. “Are they laughing at me? Is that the laugh of my MIstress?” Another long silence and then the door opens, shuts and the car starts. The driving continues.

More winding roads. He can hear cars whiz by him, horns blowing, roars of trucks, music from radios, voices of people on the street. He sits defenselessly, completely at the will of his Mistress, exposed and lacking any form of control. He hears his Mistress on the phone, laughing again. “Is she laughing at me?” He can barely make out what she is saying: “Talk about life on the edge… You won’t believe… Yes… I just passed… Be there soon.” That is all he can make out. “What did she just pass? A house?” His thoughts get the better of him and he becomes fearful as well as eager with the anticipation of what will happen next. The excitement of his predicament only makes his cock harder and harder. Straight up, it almost reaches the edge of the window. The Mistress relishes his exposed state, making certain to pull up next to cars at the stop lights. Laughing and waiting for someone to notice, someone he will never see and someone who he will never know saw him.

At last, the final location. The car comes to its second stop. Blinded and tied, he is pulled by the collar, up some steps, through rooms he cannot. He hears a door open and is pushed in. Difficult to get his bearings, he spreads his legs wide seeking support, fearing he might fall over if he does not find his center. His collar is grabbed again and his head pushed forward by the Mistress’s hand. He feels something cold and wet on his ass, and before he realizes that his Mistress intends on penetrating him, he feels her finger slide in. She only teases him for a brief moment and then she is out. He waits to see what will happen next. He cannot see, he cannot move, he does not know how long he has been with way or how long she intends on keeping him in bondage. Finally, the pressure of something cold and large presses against his anus and before he can catch his breath, the Mistress forces it in, pulls him straight up by grabbing the back of his collar, swings him around and pushes him onto a chair with a hand to his chest. He lands on what he now knows is a large cock. She begins teasing him, enjoying the fact the he has no control of his situation much less his orgasm. In the end, he never knows if he came or not because the entire experience with his Mistress was one mental orgasm after another.

How did he get himself into this position. Earlier that day, she picked him up from the airport. For weeks he had been discussing a fantasy with her, but never thought she would act on it, never thought he would agree to it if the day finally arrived. She pulls the car over near her house, unbuttons his shirt and places nipples clamps on him. A string is attached to the clamps so she can easily pull and torture his nipples while driving. She tells him to place a steel cock and ball ring on himself before sliding electrical cock straps on his shaft and slowly turning up the juice. He loves electricity. It makes him feel like he is cumming and gives him that desired helpless feeling of something else controlling his cock, his pleasure, his orgasm. A metal collar goes around his neck, chosen specifically by the Mistress because it has the look and feel of an authentic slave collar. Full submission is the state of mind she is trying to achieve with her kidnapped slave. A leather corset to add restriction to the experience is added and his hands are tied to the metal loops to further restrict him. The last item is a sensory deprivation hood. Only a single breathing hole, all else is padded and secure. Dressed to the Mistress’s liking, their journey together begins.

But why? Why go to this length? “I am always worried what people think about me,” he later confides to his sacred therapist. No judgments, no inhibitions, no identity, no pressure. His Mistress takes all this away from him and allows him to enter his secret world, a world that only she has the privillage of seeing, a world that only a Mistress would understand. Weeks, months of pressure from work, home, society building up and waiting to be unleashed by his Mistress. He does not need to fear what she thinks of him. His secret brings her pleasure and she looks forward to exposing his secret world.

She lies still and silent waiting for him. She thinks she hears the front door open. Are those footsteps? Slowly, she turns her head towards the door and calls out his name. No answer. Is he wandering through the house? Is he searching for her? Or is he watching her, assessing her vulnerable state and calculating his first move? She is certain she hears footsteps now. Her heart quickens with anticipation. How long before he enters the room and finds her? She feels excited and nervous waiting for him.  Again, she hears a sound in the house and again calls out his name. Still no answer. She continues to lie still and silent waiting for him but inside, she is full of the excitement of wonder and fantasy. What will he do with her when he finally discovers her? She waits. Her sense of sound heightened and betraying her. When will he arrive?

At last she senses his presence. She can feel him standing above her looking down. A little frightened that maybe it is someone else or her imagination playing a trick on her, she calls out his name. “Well, what do we have here?” he asks slyly. She smiles and laughs but cannot see the expression on his face. “Be careful not to slip,” she replies still lying helplessly on the floor. He says nothing. She hears the sound of clothes being removed and placed on the floor. Feeling the butterflies of anticipation, she throws her bound arms above her head and begins to slide and roll her hips to help rid her body of all of her pinned up anxiety. She can no longer stand the stillness. She is too aroused and it feels as if her entire body is on fire. As she rolls and slides her hips waiting for him to do something, anything, she is suddenly left with the sound of silence and no longer feels his presence. Again she feels those butterflies of anticipation and now she can feel her nipples harden. She waits wondering if he has left the room, left her alone, and then she feels his hot breath, facial stubble and lips against her neck. She tilts her head back allowing him more access and says in a voice filled with sensual pleasure “So what do you think?”

A private room filled with endless sex toys and now two new toys await her lover. Or is it three new toys? Perhaps she is his new toy today. She has never explored this side before, so yes, today, she is a new toy for her lover. They have been meeting secretly for months now, but on her terms. She calls him up mid mornings while he is at work and asks the same question: “Are you hungry today?” Nobody eats pussy the way her lover does and he is always hungry for her. When she calls, he moves business meetings, client appointments, project deadlines, whatever it takes and hurries over just in time for lunch. Lunchtime. She loves lunchtime. But today’s lunch is a brand new special and she hopes he will enjoy every bite of it. Today, it is on his terms.

She lies on a red rubber sheet covered in oil. His body presses against hers and he continues to kiss her neck. Eyes covered in a blindfold and arms bound, hair still wet from her morning shower and body slick from scented oil, it is a surprise to find his lunchtime lover in a position of helplessness. The red rubber sheets are new but so is the black velvet ramp sitting on the corner of the oiled sheet. She picked it out especially for him. He loves to eat her pussy and now, when her hips are resting on the ramp, tilting high in the air, her lunchtime lover will be able to taste even more of her, get more of her pussy juices all over his face. Still kissing her neck, the butterflies of anticipation return. What will happen next?

Warm wet lips touch hers and she parts her lips slightly to take in his tongue and taste him. Hands glide up and down her body, rubbing the oil into her silky skin, lightly caressing her breasts, rolling down over her stomach and gently teasing her pussy with his fingertips. Her black panties now soaked from oil as well as her own excitement, and he removes them by lifting one leg, kissing her toes and then the next leg, kissing toes. He presses against her body again and begins to slide back and forth rubbing the oil into both of them. She looses herself in pleasure and desire and then suddenly becomes aware that he is no longer on top of her. Something presses against her lips, but she does not know what it is. Curious, she opens her mouth and allows him to penetrate her. Realizing it is his cock, she smiles and beings to move her lips up and down his shaft, stopping at the head of his cock to swirl her tongue. She feels his balls fall against her chin as he moves in and out of her mouth. “I thought you would like a little taste,” he teases pulling his cock out. She licks her lips and tastes the salty pre-cum covering them.

Her lunchtime lover is finally ready for his meal. Moving her across the slippery rubber sheets, he lifts her up onto the ramp. Her hips are about 2 feet in the air and her head rests on the floor. He unbinds her arms and places each restraint into locks on the side of the ramp. Tied up, blind folded, hips high and legs spread, she awaits the first touch of his mouth against her pussy. Instead, she hears movement around the room. What is he doing? She feels a giddy nervousness overcome her. What sort of surprise does he have for her? Without warning, she feels hot wax spill over her breasts. She arches her back and lets out a laugh filled with pleasure. His hands are on her now. They rub the hot wax all over her neck, breasts, stomach and down to her pussy. The candle is vanilla scented and she says “Now my pussy will taste like vanilla. It’s dessert.” “Yummy,” he replies dropping to his knees and teasing her with the seductive brush of his facial stubble against her pussy lips and up to her clit. She moans and spreads her legs wider.

Slowly, slowly, he teases her. Soft, then more aggressive, then barely a touch. She can feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. It begins to drip down the side of the ramp. He continues to tease her with his lips, tongue, teeth and stubble. She is helpless. She cannot see him, she cannot touch him and he will not let her cum. Finally he asks, “Are you ready to cum for me?” She has been ready since he walked through the door and found her. “Yes. Please. Make me cum.” But he still takes his time. He is clearly enjoying watching his new toy in her helpless state. Finally, he takes her swollen clit between his teeth and begins to suck. She cums within minutes. They have been meeting secretly for months now, and he knows her body. He knows how to make her cum and he knows what happens after she cums. Her body trembles and he lightly takes his fingertips and runs them up and down her thighs, stomach and breasts. The sensation runs straight up and down her spine giving her sensual chills. Her lunchtime lover knows her too well.

She can sense that he is feeling aggressive. It has always been on her terms, but today he is in charge. He stands up, takes both of her feet in his hands, begins to kiss her toes and then places her feet on his cock. She slides them up and down the shaft, gliding easily from all of the oil. He becomes more erect and she can feel his warm, wet pre-cum cover her toes. She notices that she has been released from her bondage and wonders if her lunchtime lover has had his fill. Then she feels his hands around her lower back, lifting her up and flipping her over. Now it is her ass that is 2 feet in the air. He has restrained her again and as before, she remains helpless.

A slap on the ass and then more movement. The feeling of hot wax spills down her back towards her ass. He rubs the wax into her skin and while she is still enjoying the sensation of warmth, he spreads her ass cheeks and begins to lick her. She tilts her ass high up, begging for more. But he is now the aggressor, and before she can fully enjoy his ass tease, she feels the hair on the back of her head being pulled towards her lunchtime lover. She tries to prop herself up on her elbows, but it is difficult with her arms restrained. A finger enters her pussy and he continues to pull her by the hair. She moans in delight and and presses against his finger for deeper penetration. His finger is removed and now his cock fills her up. He slaps her ass with his free hand, pulls on her hair and fucks her hard, then stops. “I am going to cum,” he says. “Just give it to me hard because I am going to cum too,” she cries out. He fucks her hard and forcefully and she feels her pussy tighten, getting ready to cum all over his cock. Right when she cums, he pulls out and she yells “Cum all over my ass!” She feels the warmth of his hot cum spill all over her ass and drip down her legs. He moans and moans while cumming all over her and then finally collapses on her and kisses the back of her neck.

They have both gotten their fill: their lunchtime meal. Her lunchtime lover kisses her goodbye, leaving her exhausted and ready for her afternoon nap while he returns to business meetings, client appointments and project deadlines. He will wait for her next call, or maybe this time, he will call her one morning asking if she is hungry.

A few weeks ago, one of my sluts came over for role play and we warmed up before our session by watching porn. He loves watching porn, so I always oblige him by downloading a few clips; although, I myself am not a big porn fan. It  seems too impersonal, but it definitely serves its purpose which is instant sexual stimulation. We watched a few quickies: blow jobs, ass fucking, strap-on play and bukaki. Bukaki was the last clip we watched together. The previous clips were hot. I was getting wet and he was getting hard and wet, so twist my arm, I began to feed him some of his pre-cum off of my fingertips while we watched the last clip. A young dark haired woman was kneeling on a cold cement floor and 6 very athletic looking men surrounded her. Their cocks were huge and one by one they jammed their cocks down her throat. That was when I noticed the woman did not appear to be enjoying herself. As I continued to take in the images, I became more and more disturbed by what I was witnessing. Face covered in cum, vision apparently blurred from the poor aim of a few men, she had the look of someone who had put themselves in a bad situation and wanted to get the hell out of it as soon as possible. I did not think about that clip until I decided to write the story of my own bukaki party I had a few weeks ago. I began to think about how different my party was from the pornography I had downloaded weeks earlier and decided that I wanted to explain the difference between men and boys through re-telling my now infamous bukaki tale.

The difference between men and boys becomes very clear every-time I do a session. Men who long for a women to dominate them are generally pleasers. They are completely pre-occupied with the happiness and satisfaction of the woman. If the woman is not enjoying herself, the man will feel inadequate and perhaps even rejected somehow. Not pleasing a woman for a man who enjoys being submissive, even if it is only once and a while, hits directly at his core and can be very painful and upsetting. This is the difference between men and boys. This is why my bukaki party was so erotic, sensual and kinky. Boys would not know what to do with beautiful, sexy woman much less how to treat her or how to arouse her. Men are sensitive to a woman’s needs and their very ego is tied into the yearning to please their female counterpart. 

Let me begin with part one of my bukaki tale. There are three parts to the story, so stay on the lookout for the remaining two. And here we go with Bukaki Party Part I and The Difference Between Men and Boys.

When Veronica and I enter the room, three men are already standing around looking very nervous. I can only imagine the thoughts twirling round their minds: what if I cannot get it up, what if my cock is too small, what if she is not turned on by me. It takes a tremendous amount of courage for anyone to enter into a sexual situation where others will be present and watching. Veronica quickly clings to me. I can already sense that she is both excited and nervous. “Rikka,” she whispers in my ear, “Maybe just you and I can get it on.” I doubt my men would object to this, but I have been fantasizing about this party for weeks and would like to see at least part of it actualized. I sit in my red velvet chair and tell Veronica to straddle me. Her panties have already come off, but she still wears her black lace push up bra and a silk black top. Giggling nervously, her long tone legs spread out around my lap and she sits on top of me pressing her body against mine for comfort and courage. The forth man walks into the room and I can sense the tension and excitement in the room heat up.

I begin kissing Veronica’s neck and the top of her breasts while caressing her back. She relaxes a little and removes her top. I notice that one of my men has unzipped his pants and is stroking his cock. Then another man unzips his pants and before long, four hard cocks are exposed and clothing begins to fall to the floor. I assume the bukaki will begin within minutes when to my surprise, one by one, my men all surround Veronica. Some caress her, some slowly begin teasing her pussy, gently touching her clit, one drops to his knees and licks her ass. They were seducing her. They were arousing her. They were more concerned with her pleasure than they were with getting off. The play continues and slowly, Veronica begins to give in to the pleasure these men are creating. She moans, throws her head back, moves her hands away from me to her back and undoes her bra. Two men come forward to lick and suck on her nipples. Ass being licked, clit gently aroused and teased, nipples sucked, soft skin caressed by each man. On and on it goes and Veronica becomes more and more excited. It is clear that these men are excited not by the prospect of having their cocks sucked, but by the mere sight of a woman in ecstasy, a woman they are pleasing in countless ways.

Veronica begins to instruct the men: “Lighter. Oh, yes. Just like that. Do it this way. I like that. It feels so good. Do not stop. Right there. Yes. Yes.” And so the play continues until she can barely stand the amount of pleasure she is receiving. She tries to lift herself up and has difficulty because her luscious legs are spread so delightfully wide around my body. All four of my men rush to her aid to lift her from the chair she is straddling. She graciously thanks them and as she begins to drop to her knees two of the men stop her. They cannot get enough of giving pleasure to this beautiful, sensual woman. The best lovers are the one’s who say “I just want to make you happy. I don’t care if I cum, I only want you to cum again and again. I only want you to be happy.” The men I invited to my party proved that night that they are great lovers. Their cocks were hard from the act of pleasing, not from the greed of their own eventual orgasm. So they tied Veronica up, hands above her head and the four men surrounded her once again taking turns giving pleasure to every part of her body. She squirmed in delight and moaned loudly while allowing these four men to give her the gift of ecstasy.

Words are now lost. Language is a crucial factor in helping your partner please you, but at some point, two lovers get into a rhythm of knowing what to do and words are lost. At this point, my men were reading her responses, her breath, her body movements, her moans, her willingness to accept their touches. She had instructed them properly in the beginning and now they understand how to touch her, how to arouse her. This is a talent only men possess. The fifth man walks into the dungeon and knowing that he has missed out on the instructions, I quickly tell him what to do so he can join in and begin pleasing Veronica along with the other men. Still squirming with erotic passion, she begins to beg for cock. Seeing how aroused and ready she is, Veronica is released from her restraints and two men begin stroking their cocks, preparing them and making them hard for sucking. But unlike boys, these men are not selfish. One crawls between her legs and asks her to sit on his face and the other two suck her nipples and caress her now sensitive skin while Veronica’s soft lips and tongue move back and forth between the two cocks offered to her. My other three men want to make sure that she still receives pleasure while sucking all of the cocks.

I watch her face as she takes her seat on top of one of the men’s face. She waits, wondering if she will have to instruct him, but everyone in the room is now speaking a intuitive and intimate language and after a few tries, I see Veronica smile and sigh. She comfortably sits on his face knowing that he understands her needs and will be able to please her while she sucks cocks. The more pleasure she receives, the more she wants hard cock in her mouth, in her hands, in front of her face and all around her. The men take turns pleasing her and getting their cocks sucked. Back and forth they move: giving, receiving, giving receiving, all the while making sure that Veronica is completely fulfilled. And this is the difference between men and boys.

Some would say that Veronica was being submissive by sucking off five men, but this is a woman who owns her sexuality. By the end of the night, all five men were calling her Mistress. She communicates her needs and allows herself to experience and receive pleasure as well as give. If I had boys in my dungeon that night, the party would have been a flop. Unlike the bukaki porn I watched, all five men were more concerned with Veronica’s pleasure than their own. They were aroused by giving pleasure to a strong and sexually powerful woman. When the party finally came to an end, one of my men stumbled down the hallway. I stopped him, laughing because he looked like he had been through hell. He looked at me with amazement and awe and said “She is fucking unbelievable.” What he meant by this was she had all five men under her control and their only desire was to satisfy her. It takes a strong and secure woman to have that sort of effect on men, but it takes a man to recognize that women are to be pleased, satisfied, adored and admired.

I will be releasing Part II and III in the next few days, so keep checking back. Here is a little teaser. Part II involves Veronica sitting on the Sybian, my fuck machine, filled up with a twirling and vibrating dildo while sucking cocks. My men never forget to make their new Mistress happy and they continue to play with her clit, breasts and ass. I piss in the mouth and over the cock of one of my men and Veronica sucks his cock clean. Finally they all begin to cum on her face. Part III involves two men who were able to cum a second time. One of them was tied up for the new Mistress and tortured by me while Veronica sucked him off, forcing more cum out of his balls. She milked two men dry.