I Am Such A Good Girl by Mistress Rikka

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I have taken about a month off during the summer. Many phone calls and emails went unanswered, but I am back now. I had a death in my family and returned to New England for a while after which I decided to take a month off. If you have tried reaching me and did not hear back, I am not ignoring you. I have been pre-occupied. However, I have returned and will be in town the rest of this month through the holidays.

I look forward to playing with my favorite sluts as well as some new ones, so pick up the phone or send me an email. It has been a long time and I am ready for some excitement.

Under the Wooden Walkway by Mistress Rikka

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bound by Mistress Rikka

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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