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Moment in time
The moment in time when you cannot
escape not through restraint but your mind is
mine
The moment in time when
I whisper and you hang on every word
That moment in time I
can smell you
That moment in time when
that first cut makes you wince and you strain to control a
cry
That moment in time when
I watch your skin split
That moment in time when
blood drops form bubbles of red slipping out from your flesh and I
want to see more
That moment in time when
I know I can cut deeper to make you feel alive allow pain to be
given to me for my pleasure
That moment in time when
I slip the knife further down your body and your brain spirals into
panic but you stay still giving me that time for my
need
That moment in time when
my greed for you grows and I need to hear your moans and sink the
tip in dimpling flesh spurting more red liquid opening my own
pleasure bottle
That moment in time when
I will take what I want hear your excitement and
crave
For you came to me
willing and this moment in time is ours
He had come to her over
and over again; the want and greed just got more.
From the first time he met
her he knew she was the one.
It had taken months of trust
and play to get her to deepen play
but he and only he had
her.
She had in him the submission she
wanted.
Her abuse of him had
thrilled him so much that even though, for a long time, she did not
allow
even a touch of her flesh he
had wooed her.
He had gently teased her mind and her
his. He had made sure he took note of the things she
wanted,
not just material things, but
things she craved in her life.
He had given in almost straight away with out realising it, but he knew she would give so much more if he showed her his worth.
He knew it was wrong to
want, he knew it was her wants that counted, but he could not help
it.
He would take so much for
her. He would crumble for her so she enjoyed their
play
He would humiliate himself to
the point that he did not know who he was at times.
He would rejoice when she
laughed just because he knew she loved it
He never forgot little things
like she just wanted to chill and as long as he was with her he did
not care. Any time spent with her was precious.
Over time she had taken more and more of
him and he had enjoyed every miniute.
Her voice would sooth and
calm him and yet at times frighten the hell out of
him.
God forbid she was cross; all
he thought was I’ve faild and he would be so sad at that thought
that it would eat away at him; until she forgave and gave just a
little comfert.
When the day came and she said " i want more from you" what that meant he never really knew but by God she could have anything she wanted and it was now past his power to deny her anything.
She blind folded him to
the bed and he felt the comfort of softness on his beaten flesh,
cold; but the heat from him felt so good.
The ropes were tight, much
tighter than normal, and he felt there was no escape. What was he
to take now? A little scared he held his breath.
Her soft body floating
over him she felt so warm and he loved her smell; almost sex but
not quite.
Her hands glided over his
nakedness and he could not help the shame when his cock
rose.
She laughed. She knew she was
teasing. He could not see her but he knew every inch of
her.
His legs bound he thought, my
god she is going to hurt me this time so much and I want it even
if
I beg for it to stop, she
loved that and she would have the thrill of him doing
it.
He was so alpha in normal
life and here now with her he just melted.
He felt her between his legs; maybe CBT
was her pleasure and he would give to her his pain.
Her finger nails traced
across his balls and cock and he moand with pleasure but he knew
pain would follow,
but he longed for her touch,
he longed for so much more, but never dreamed it would happen. He
was so not worthy of this woman he adored, cherished.
He lay in wait for the pain
He felt her rise above him
and slowly felt her wet cunt devour his cock; no words but he
gasped.
The tightness of her gliding
down over him; the warm sweet juice as she did.
She hit the base of his cock
and he felt the wetness run over his now throbbing
balls
"Ohhhhhhhh my god" he
moaned.
Slow but strong she rose
up and down on him, taking her pleasure from his body and he could
not help but enjoy even though at no point had he agreed to this.
But, he had longed for so long that he was in shock, yet every
movement she made melted him more.
Her passion grew. Over and
over she rode him like a beast taking what it wanted, never missing
a stroke.
Her wants were greedy and powerful and he
thrust his hips as much as he could to enable her to have what ever
she wanted.
He so did not want to cum
and spoil her wants and his mind and body just allowed her needs
before his.
As she gushed all over him he
allowed his body to give in to her and came with such force he
screamed.
She lay on his chest for a
few minutes and he smelt her hair and perfume
and her sex for the first
time.
Praying for another chance to please her
not tied, no restraints
and he whispered
"thank-you
mistress"
She had done enough. Now it was time to fly to the sun armed with no toys, just a bottle of sun cream to smother her rather now pale flesh that had looked ok under her corsets. Even though she knew how pale she had become, a year of domming had taken its toll, but enjoyment from it also hit her mind as she reached the airport.
The subs in her world had made her smile so much; she had beaten cocks of all sizes and hit balls full until they emptied. She had tied and taken their breath and she has made so many cum; she chuckled as she got to her seat. She kicked off her high heels, stretched out and laid her head back. Flashes of flesh and looks from subs; of laughter and fear and the sexyness she has been involved in over the last year.
The air hostess came over and asked if she would like a drink; she opened her eyes to a rather sexy red head, nice enough boobs under her white blouse and waist coat with a little waist and a bottom that begged to be spanked. No she thought, it's a holiday. "wine please” she replied.
Ariving at the hotel the warm hit her. She threw her lugage down and hit the shower drying her body all over and massaging oil into her skin. She sat on the balcany looking over the pool and wondered how long will it take to take this snow white body into the sun godess she liked to be. Late afternoon she looked down in the cool blue water of the pool and she watched a woman wash off the chlorine under a fresh water shower.
She wore a black bikini and her olive skin was so tanned she could not stop watching; wishing she was already brown. The water cascaded down her breasts; plump, full bodied and bulging over the top of the blackness.
Dipping in and out of her sides, running down between her thighs; not thin but shapely and strong thighs again brown deeper than the rest of her. Down to her toes, well painted in bright red mmmmm she thought sexy; but what she noticed most was the long jet black hair, so wet from the water, almost down to her arse that could be plated and used to restrain she thought. Still unable to stop the train of thought she watched the woman wrap up in a white bathrobe and wander off to where ever she had come from.
Not knowing why but watching had made her so horny and she layed back on the sun lounger she was on and dipped in and out of her cunt with her fingers making her wet. She was alone on this trip and though she wanted it this way she almost wished a sub was here to service her. She came gently and dressed for dinner.
Small bars all over with so much choice but tired she went to the nearest and sat ordering a meal and wine and sat back watching the world of holiday makers and island people coming and going.
Two glasses of wine and worn out she slept well. The sun woke her and she pulled back the curtains to find winter sunshine and warmth and felt fab; coffee made she slipped on her bikini and sat watching the pool. No black bottom bikini this morning she thought.
Wandering for the day from shop to shop on the beach front; buying trinkets and the odd sangria and felt relaxed; mind you she could of done with a sub carring the bags. She returned to her room, dropped the bags, poured a glass of wine and sat out on the balcony and there was the woman in the bikini. Back and forth in the pool she swam like a dark shark in the water, amused she watched her and with no shame she again watched her wash off the chlorine.
This time though she played with her clit as she watched utterly turned on; the womans hands running over her golden flesh, over her plump boobs and down the inside of her thighs flicking her long jet black hair over her shoulder. It was so fucking sexy, like a spy watching her. The heat in her cunt was making it hard to watch and she lay back closing her eyes and came so hard she moaned. When she opened her eyes she was gone. To her surprise she had gushed every where on the lounger and got up and went for a shower.
The next morning she booked a nail apointment and returning in the afternoon she waited for the lady to do her nails. She looked up when the voice said" hello" Thigh long leather boots and a short black skirt was in front of her. Gazing up was the black bikni woman her hair now dry and flowing down her back wild and free and so very long. She rose and even with the thigh boots on height for height she met her gaze and that made the woman step back.
Her look made her smile but also a blush. Moving to the table to sit and manicure the nails that were placed in front of her; her soft touch almost turned on the Mistress. In a very small conversation she said she loved her boots and she herself collected boots. The woman smiled but her gaze was low with the deepest brown eyes now and then flashing a glimps at the blond she was servicing.
A thank you and not much else was said. The day carried on at the beach until it was too hot and then back for a cool shower.
Lighting a cigerette she looked at the pool and here again was the woman from the nail bar and again she felt horny watching this vision. But this time she had felt her hands on hers and knew her smell and as she watched her shower this time she could imagine her hands deep inside her cunt and with that the afternoon cum was amazing; but this time she almost thought, she knows I am watching.
The movments of her washing seemed more sexy and slow as if to tease. Could she see i was watching? she wondered; and the nails deeper in her cunt made her cum hard and fast for the second time.
She stood up with cum down her legs; moving to have her own shower when she heard "hello" The same voice she had heard earlier in the bar. The woman shouted up to her and she stood looking over the balcony wet with her cum from watching.
"Hello". she called down "You come for a swim tomorrow, Ill meet you here?" more a statment then a question "OK" she replied.
Good food, wine, watching the world, a DVD and a restless horny sleep made her play with her vibe that night making her cunt sore with how many cums she had. In between going out on the balcany to have a cig each time made her think of the swim the next day and each time it made her horny. Shopping and lunch with a touch of excitement even a new red bikini bought and when back put on her flesh which was slow at tanning but it was much better; not golden yet though.
With a towel wandering down to the pool she found the woman swimming. She stood up and her breasts seemed even bigger now close up and the nipples poked out so much she almost wanted to lean over and bite.
Slowly dipping her toes in the water the woman laughted and put out a hand, she guided the mistress into the water "warm once in" she said but the water was not that warm and hit her own nipples and the instant cold made them pop through the thin material; the woman looked and giggled. shoulders under and the warmth came slow mmmm drastic change from the air she had spent all day shopping in and relaxed.
"where you from "she asked "England" she had no idea why she was here and the idea of chatting to a utter stranger; it was odd as her line of work and fun was not something she would just casually say. she smiled "you live here ?"
“yes and work here now and love it from a diffrant part but settled now" a strong voice but almost too soft for her look.
Both got out and both went under the shower; a porn film could have been shot at that point; blonde and jet black women with cascading water falling off their bodies.
Her mind was so wrong at this point. She turned her back and with no notice she felt hands on her hair and the woman was washing shampoo into it massaging; teasing was what it felt like and though not shocked she was unsure what to think mmmmmm off balance not a normal reaction for her.
Rinsing the shampoo off she looked at her with a question in her eyes and the woman looked down "I like your blonde hair, sorry" Well Mistress can never be on holiday and the sorry and the look kicked her right back in.
"Do you indeed" she said and the girl looked up. Her hand reached the jet black hair and she twisted her fingers in it "so long "she said and with just a bit of a gentle tug the girl moved her head and went "yes good to tie".
A little silence and the mistress asked "would you like a drink ?" the woman looked at her and said "yes"
Wine poured; both drying on the balcony with warm air caressing their bodies and a heat unspoken between the two women.
The mistress leant for her sun lotation and black bottom bikini reached for it; a smile no words exchanged. Her caress over her was amazing and when her hands reached down between her thighs she grabbed the long jet black hair and pulled her down to her cunt. Slowly she moved the red bikini and her tongue diped in and out of the mistresses cunt.
Looking over the balcony being serviced; no black bikini woman in the pool just now between her thighs and she was gushing and making her wet
The feeling
came and went and over the years it showed up and he had pushed it
away so many times.
But, it had
gotten the better of him and he had collected pretty things;
frills, lace against his skin made him melt the fact it was so
naughty to want to have the silks on his flesh. It even reduced him
to giggles at times. Let alone the horny erotic feeling he got
every time he wore them.
Today would be
so different, never had he shown anyone his look and it made him so
nervous.
Mistress had
allowed him to live his dream after admitting to her his naughty
secret.
The morning had come and he was up so early and already he felt so naughty and sexy, and utterly turned on. The nerves made him shake and it was going to be a long day; so, sipping his tea he remembered. Today he was going to be a sissy maid in all its glory and he was no longer going to be he but her and another would see.
The conversation had gone on well before today and the confession of what he had hidden for years but was so desperate to do, was bad enough in his mind. He spoke the words to her and not once did she laugh at him, even his tales of buying underwear and how scary in shops that had been.
Women looking at him,
laughing and sniggering at, and at the checkout almost red cheeked
as he paid with his credit card. He actually thought I know one of
the girls serving and that the name on his card would give away who
he was. The girl might remember him and know the size 16 black and
red frill knickers were no way for his
wife.
He had been in
his twenties then, now thirty five, it seemed so long
ago.
The internet had
opened up a shopping love, he could browse so many sexy little
numbers. He could spend hours dreaming of being in frills and lace,
silks draping his skin.
Stockings; wow his first pair
of stockings, my god how he had cum that night. The feeling of
being bad, sexy and naughty had just made him
explode.
Back then he thought it was some thing about the material and the look, and though he said it himself, he had good legs and he looked Ok in the little outfits he bought.
Now he know it was so much
more.
Over time he had read of the roles of subs but not just a sub, a sissy sub, and how it was inside someone to want and need this and even though he daren’t admit it, he knew deep down he wanted more .
He wanted to be sissy, sexy
and serve, and be used as a whore. And all the naughty things
escaping in his head he wanted in real time, and now today was that
day.
Over the years he had had relationships. Only one he admitted it to and even then a mild version of his real desire. The lady in question though shocked let him wear stockings one night on a drunken night but it never really had filled his wants and he blamed this for still being single. How would any woman understand his wants to be a sissy.
The small case
laid on the bed open. Black, not something anyone would notice,
even that made him smile. My secret
case.
Everything in it
had been taken out, clean and pressed, even the lacy knickers with
pink and the red with black lace thong laid
ready.
There were also
various little French knickers, all diff colours neatly folded up,
three pairs of stocking and two suspender belts all ready to go and
all checked as, if any ladders, he knew he would be in
trouble.
When he confided in her she just said that’s fine bring it all I will want a fashion show. Like it was just a daily thing and in a why are you getting knickers in twist off hand way.
Packing them all in the case touching, knowing what was going to be, made him breath harder and with that, the hardness of his cock came and he looked down and was shamed at the thought of how much this turned him on. But, this day was what he had waited for and today his dream was to come true.
He turned and on the hanger
over the door there it was, the main outfit. Glossy and shiny and
silky and soft and so feminine; the maids out
fit.
My god, he thought, me in it.
Wow, not even tried on to see if fitted as it was not to be spoilt
till he went to her. He had measured every bit of it to make sure
he would fit in at least but he had no vision of what it would look
like. Even told not to put up to himself to see in a mirror. It was
to be only revealed when she could see.
Placing in a suit bag zipping
it up he wanted inside to run in ways and yet could not
wait.
He did not have
every thing with him, she had taken time and trouble to look for
shoes and a wig and make up. Was he to be blonde? Brunette? God, a
red head! What would she choose.
She met him at
the door; he looked sheepish she thought and
smiled
She stroked his
face and smiled so soft and smooth Good, the make up will look so
much better.
The heat from his face a utter blushing uncontrolled as he unpacked the bag seeing it all now and knowing she sat watching him was so hard and embarrassing.
He felt her behind him and
she turned him and started slowly undoing his shirt
buttons
“we wont need
this male attire now will we?!
He stood like a
statue almost unable to move as her body was so close and her
fingers defrocking him
Stripping his man
hood was how It felt.
He felt her hands undo his
belt and unzip his fly’s and that was all so much and all she did
is laugh.
Naked in front of her exposed and bare like being reborn and now for the transformation
Her hands ran over his perfectly smooth skin. He had been ordered, not one hair on his body to be found and by god that had been so difficult to do and hide. Even riding his bike with shaved legs; no-one had ever commented, but he saw the odd look from friends the night before on a bike run.
He had shaved his balls and
cock and even bending over in the mirror trying to get bum fluff
off.
Never really
realising how much work this took, and time, and what was worse was
how much he loved the preparing. The feelings it gave him he had
wanked so hard with his soft silky body feeling so
sluttish.
“MMMMM you did
a good job” she pulled a small bag out and began to apply make up
all over his face foundation, powder, lip stick and eye liner; that
was so not anything he had done before. No mirrors he could glimpse
in at his new look..
Blusher and the
last feminine touch; perfume, not even the scent of a man
now.
Stepping back
she looked at him with a smile and he was told to dress. She sat
watching the stockings and spenders being put on and he was so
insecure at doing it; fumbling with the belt and feeling so silly
he had done this a hundred times .
Completing all
the under garments he stood a little lost in front of her; utterly
shy and head down
“Ohhhh what nice
legs you have mmmmm and turn, an arse many would love
“
She ran her hands over the
silks, not just ran, fondled his cock under the silks and his balls
and his cock got so hard.
“Ohh dear maybe
you should of bought the next size up to keep that in tuts
“
Shame of his man
hood being so uncontrolled hit him; he wanted to tuck it
away.
He put on the
maids out fit getting lost within its frills. Over his head and she
came to help him, fitting like a dream, and the skirts swooshing as
he moved felt like heaven.
“Stay there” she said and left the room
Caring a small box she opened
the lid and pulled out a pair of small healed black shoes.
Amazement that she had got them for him and they slipped on even if
he wobbled a bit in them.
Then, reaching for a bag, she
pulled out a deep brown wig. Longish, well long compared to his
hair, and placed it on his head brushing out the hair it all felt
so odd but magical.
His transformation complete
he stood in his new and sexy look and was utterly silent, still not
able to see the end result.
She braced each
side of him and moved him to the back of the door, eyes down, he
looked slowly up to see who she was in that mirror and sighed “its
me she “said .
Mistress laughed a kind but
knowing laugh and sissy sub had a tear roll down her
cheeks.