Cock Rings & Panties at the pool

 Mistress and I are on a quick vacation. We’ve both been reading erotica and I’ve gotten myself so worked up that I’ve been trying to be secretly naughty. 

The last couple of days I’ve been wearing panties and a cock ring under my swimsuit. The panties are tight and the cock ring keeps my cock hard when the erotica turns me on. 

I’m big into FemDom but the best story I’ve read all week has been a Male Dom story. It makes me realize that although I skew submissive I have a very creative Dom side. Here is the 1st of the series. 

https://www.literotica.com/s/change-of-control-ch-01

Now I’m off to mentally torture myself some more. 

If the tables were turned

I have been thinking a lot about how Mistress could be meaner to me over the last few weeks.  It's hard to be mean to someone you care about and want the best for them.  That got me to thinking.  What if the tables were turned.  What if Mistress came to me and said she was tired of being the dominant one?  What if she asked me to take control and to 'be mean' to her?  What would that look like? 

Now while I am submissive, I certainly have a switch side that I can call up when I want to.  If she wanted to switch places, I know I would be very, very good at it.  Here are some ideas of what I would do if I had control over her.

Every morning she would have to touch herself until her pussy was wet, and then she would have to start stroking my cock until I was rock hard.  Some mornings I would fuck her and other mornings I would tell her 'no' and to get her day started.

On days that she didn't have appointments, she would have a 'uniform' to wear.  I would requite her to wear secretary style clothes during work hours in our home office.  Heels would be required and stockings optional. 

Or even better.  A hobble skirt to make it hard to walk.

Throughout the day I would summon her to my office.  Sometimes I would have her do down on me at my desk.  Other times I would make her lift her skirt and show me her panties.  Other times I would just dismiss her.

On weekends I would have her wear a skirt as much as possible.  We would go out to and I would have her go into a bathroom, remove her panties and hand them to me.  Later I would give them back for her to put on.

She would have to wear a nighty every night and a long restrictive night gown would have to be worn on occasion.

Occasionally I would do something called "Power Hour".  It would be an hour that I showed her how much power I had over her.  The scene that sticks in my mind is one with her in the pillory in our basement.  

Once her head and hands were locked up I would spread her legs and attach them to the frame.  I would tell her she would remain in this position for the next hour.  At first I would just walk around and touch her.  I would smack, pinch, prod and do things to make her feel more exposed.  I would sit in a chair in front of her and stroke my cock.  Eventually her legs would start shaking from the stress of being bent over and spread out.  Then I would clamp her nipples and hang weights from them.

Depending on my mood I may give her multiple orgasms.  Other times I may turn off the lights and leave her in the dark, watching her from in infrared camera.  Other times I would put my cock in her mouth and force her to suck my cock.

I might change it up and instead of power hour, have contemplation time.  I would tie her to the bed, blind fold her, and put headphones on with white noise or porn playing in them. I might put a vibrator inside her and either leave it on really low or really high for as long as I wanted.  Other times I might put the e-stim in her and on her and have her randomly tortured.  Other times I might make her stand in the corner and make her contemplate her new found desire to submit.

And I would be remiss if I didn't say that the fucking machine would be put to regular use on her.

This is just a tip of the iceberg of what I can imagine doing to a needy desperate submissive (like myself) if given the opportunity.

   

A quick update

My focus has been heavy on work the last few days.  I am pulling back the frequency of my posts because of this.  Mistress hasn't required me to dress up this week, which I am missing more than I expected to.  I am dressing up when I work out as I only have feminine clothes in our basement gym. I am still locked in chastity and wearing a nighty at night.  I have now been locked up for over 2 weeks and it's been over 3 weeks since my cock had ANY stimulation.  My chastity device is now getting comfortable and is becoming a part of me, so maybe that means it's time to swap it out with a different one?  My balls are so full and my mind continues to go to dark and humiliating places.  The things I would do right now make me blush.

While I am in an absolutely submissive and feminine place, I can't get out of my mind a few recent blog posts I read early last week.  The blog is http://strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com and she is the woman that beats her man on a very regular basis as well as dominating and humiliating him in front of and with other women.  Her stores frighten and excite me.  Recently she posted her need to switch and submit to her husband and she followed up with that experience.  While my preference is a submissive one, I am pretty darn creative and would get a huge rush from dominating Mistress.  I have not been allowed to dominate her for many years now.  Unfortunately.

Here are the relevant posts.  They are good reading and should arouse anyone, dominant or submissive.

Letter to my Husband

Letter Delivered

Collared and Flogged

My Beating is Tomorrow!!!

Wife Beaten!

Flipped Switch

My blog post from Friday has given Mistress and I a bit of a kick start.  The nighty rule is back in force.  I have spent the last 2 nights wearing a nighty.  I also put on a small spray of perfume yesterday and Mistress reacted so positively to it I gave myself a full spray this morning.  As I sit here typing this post, my nostrils are filling me with the feminine scent and my brain is spinning.

Yesterday Mistress and I had some of the best sex we've had in quite a while.  I gave her countless orgasms and she soaked the sheets from her orgasms.  At first Mistress wanted me to cum, but I resisted long enough to where she could see the benefit in keeping me denied for the time being and hopefully for quite a bit more.  The hormones running through my system this morning have me in such a mood I'm pretty much helpless right now.

I have been ordered to dress feminine tomorrow.  I haven't been dressed feminine for nearly 2 months.  I am excited about it and am really looking forward to the erotic humiliation that comes with me being feminized.  Typing this paragraph has my cock so hard right now.

Ever since yesterday afternoon, my mind has been racing.  All I can think of is pleasuring Mistress in addition to being tormented.  I can't get the idea of being helpless for hours while Mistress has multiple orgasms.  In my morning grogginess as I tried to wake up I had a series of thoughts running through my mind.  The topic was "restrictions".  I thought of all the ways a slave can be restricted.  Here are some of those thoughts.

• restricted movement with bondage
• restricted to the cage
• restricted in a straight jacket
• restricted form speaking without being spoken to
• restricted to panties
• restricted to other clothes
• restricted to no clothes
• restricted from seeing with a blindfold
• restricted from speaking with a gag
• restricted from hearing with white noise
• restricted from feeling my cock with chastity
• restricted from sitting on furniture
• restricted breathing with a plastic bag over my head
• restricted to only using my fingers and mouth on Mistress's pussy
• restricted to sleeping restrained or on the floor
• restricted to eating all ejaculations
• restricted to anal orgasms
• restricted to cumming in humiliating ways

Lastly I have also been fantasizing about teasing and pleasuring Mistress.  She recently got a taste of me stopping her from orgasm just before she would cum.  I was able to hold her off a few times before giving her an even better orgasm.  There is a concept called "pleasure torture" and I so want to do this to Mistress.  Here are some pictures of what I would like to do.

In an alternate universe

Back when I met my Mistress I was going through a divorce.  I had no intention of being in any sort of long term relationship any time soon.  For that reason, while I was looking for someone dominant to date, I was more than open to dating someone that identified as a submissive.  When I first met Mistress, she told me she was more submissive, but at the same time wasn't that experienced in D/s other than occasional bedroom play.  Early on, I did get to dominate Mistress, and had a great time doing it, but she found out it really wasn't for her.  Since then, 99% of our time together has been with me submitting to her.  That being said, I occasionally yearn to practice the dominant side of my deviant mind.  Last night I had trouble sleeping and allowed myself to imagine what life would be like if Mistress was actually a submissive or an occasional switch.  Oh, the things I would make her do...

• At times I would pick out her clothes.  I would have her wear short skirts or short shorts and high heels when going to lunch during or grocery shopping.
• Some mornings I would have her set her alarm so she could wake me with her hands or mouth.
• I would make her play with herself in the car while I drove, or have her play with me

• I would make her wear heavier makeup when we go out to a new place.
• I would tie her down and use our fucking machine on her at a really slow pace to drive her crazy.  After an hour or so, I would turn it up and make her come multiple times. 
• When out in public, I would make her go into the bathroom and take her panties off and bring them back to me.
• I would make her send me compromising photos during the day.
• Go to a strip bar and get lap dances while she watches.
• Take her to a Pro-Domme and watch her get dominated.

• Make her find porn to send to me.
• Have her flash me in public.
• Have her wear a skirt to the movie with no panties so I can play with her.
• Make her reach into her panties whenever I ask so I can taste her.
• Have her clean off my cock with her mouth after sex.
• Buy her latex panties with a plug to wear so she gets all squishy

• Make her masturbate for me
• Have her create a profile on a dating site for women using an email address we share
• Put her in predicament bondage positions

• Put her in chastity
• Use cupping cups on her nipples to make them stick out more

In short, I would probably be meaner to her than she is to me.  That could create some interesting tit for tat situations.  That being said, I don;t think I could get Mistress to go for too many of these things.  Oh well, I bet I would...

  

Tomorrow's Edge - Fair Play

I told Mistress wouldn't mind tying her up some time.  She said no/  I think she has it all wrong.  I think she have fun.  Below is what I fantasize doing to her while she is tied up.

Today's Edge - Switcheroo

As I have written many times is that I am not a good initiator of sex.  I find that when I imagine initiating, I almost always end up imagining D/s with me in a dominant position. In my mind, I can't be turned down if I am the bossy one.  Of course, real life isn't that way, but that is where my mind goes. Here are some stills of the videos I edged to this morning.  I can get pretty worked up thinking about Dom'ing my Mistress (if she'd let me ever again).

Stories I wish were male submissive instead of female submissive

I frequently find posts that speak to me, but they either end up being gay porn or male dominant/female submissive.  Below is one of those stories.  Unfortunately, now matter how much I try to consider it as a possibility, bi just does nothing for me.  If it did I would gladly trade places with the girl in the story below.  That being said, I can totally imagine me in the below story with my Mistress doing all of these things to me and in place of a real cock a squirting strap on.  I do love humiliation aspect of this all.

I can also imagine being the Master in this story.


Taken from http://lipstixxx.tumblr.com/post/60017092125/the-secret-origin-of-missy-lipstixxx

Part 1: How I Learned to Love Cock

Back when I was in my early 20s, the world was a far simpler place. The internet wasn't anything worth talking about and any fetishy socialising had to be done the old fashioned way - by going out to clubs and meeting people.

It was at one of these events that I met Master R. and Mistress S. I was immediately in thrall to them;  their experience (they were much older than me), their openness, and their obvious love for each other.

It turned out that they were looking for a part-time slavegirl. I eagerly accepted their offer, delighted that I had finally found a means of turning my increasingly outlandish masturbation fantasies into reality.

The setup was thus - I was to spend two or three weekends a month at their large house, fulfilling their every need - sexual and otherwise.

Typically this would involve a few chores and lots of chains (they were rather old-school, even for those days).

Their fondness for keeping me in tight confinement at all times meant that I was kept in a wooden box when not in use.

I was also expected to perform oral sex when required.

And of course there were a great many hard and painful spankings.

Suffice to say, I was in heaven.

But alas, there was one slight problem. Although I had hitherto believed myself to be bisexual, it was becoming apparent that I was really leaning more towards the sapphic than the straight. As the months went by it was becoming harder to hide the fact that my desires favoured Mistress S considerably more than Master R.

Oh! I tried as hard as I could, but I just couldn't muster the same enthusiasm to pleasure my Master as when I was made to eat Mistress S’s wonderful, musky, unshaved pussy.

Even now I’m getting hot just thinking about it. Gooodness me!

Still, it was clear to me  that this was a failing on my part. I was a bad slave.What I didn't realise was that my owners felt the same way.

And so, one Saturday morning I arrived at the house and was immediately taken down to the dungeon. I was alarmed at this deviation from the usual routine. I hadn’t performed any of my duties yet and I yet was being punished…?

In the dungeon,  I was ordered to strip. While doing so, I nervously looked around for clues to my fate. Master R was sitting in a leather armchair. In front of him was a short pillar that had been bolted to the floor.

Mistress S ordered me kneel in front the pillar and tied me to it by my neck, facing Master R. My hands were tightly bound behind my back. My nipples were clamped and fastened around the pillar with a short cord, severely limiting my movements.

And then my beloved Mistress stood in front of me, her ever-present riding crop tapping rythmically against the top of her left boot. “We’ve noticed, slave, that your enthusiasm for sucking cock is somewhat lacking,”

I swallowed hard. Caught! I’ve been found out!

"For the next two days, we’re going to work on rectifying this unfortuate situation. Starting now."

"Tell me slave, have you ever experienced facial bondage? It’s a rather wonderful way of dehumanising the subject, as you’ll find."

Mistress moved behind me and inserted a couple of metal devices into the sides of my mouth, pulling them tight so my mouth was streteched open, and  quickly fastening them behind my head. Then some sort of metal hook slid into my nostrils and pulled my nose back. I yelped in surprise as it too was tied off behind me. What was happening? What were they doing?

Master produced a mirror from beside his chair and held it in front of me.

"Oh…" was all I managed to say when I saw what they’d done to my pretty face. I felt like crying. I had to fight the tears back.

"Look at you," sneered Mistress. "What an ugly little creature. Only useful for one thing. And she’s not even any good at that!"

She took a dildo from her bag and put it in my mouth, playing with it, pushing it back far enough to cause me to gag.

"Just a cocksucking head on a stick. What are you?"

"A ockucking ead aw a ick." I whimpered.

"Clever girl. That deserves a little treat." Mistress produced a small, powerful vibrator from her bag and held it against my clit.

And… oh! The humiliation of seeing my degraded face, the nipple clamps slowly transforming my little tits into balls of throbbing pain… This all folded up into a wave of purest pleasure which quickly started building up into…

She abruptly pulled it away. NO!

Mistress smiled at my frustration, no doubt made all the more amusing on my distorted face. “Only good little cocksluts get an orgasm. Show me how much you want cock, whore. Show me your tongue.”

I stuck out my tongue and tried to look as cock-hungry as I could. “Please…” I begged, drool running down my chin. “Please.”

Master R. rose from his chair and approached me, unzipping his pants.

"Work your Master’s cock with your tongue, little pig."

His cock hovered just outside my open mouth, my tongue danced  around it, making little flicking motions.

As I did this, Mistress placed the vibrator on my clit, triggering the delicious sensations again. But after a miserable few seconds both the vibrator and my Master’s cock was pulled away.

"Nooooo!" I whined.

"What do you want, slut?" Demanded Mistress. "Beg for it!"

"I want cock!" I screamed. "Please please please!" It came out, "I ont ock! Ease! ease ease!"

"Ar you ready to take it in your mouth this time? That’s all you are anyway, isn’t it? Just a stupid drooling mouth."

"Yes! please please!"

And then his cock, thrusting deep into in my mouth, gagging on it, choking… the vibe buzzing against my clit, hearing myself making a combination of moans and wet slurping sounds, catching a glimpse of my piglet face in the mirror and then…

And then, at the crescendo of the most intense, mind-shattering  orgasm I had ever experienced, he ejaculated his hot cum all over my screaming face.

As he zipped himself up, mistress gently patted my head. “What a good little slut you are. I think we’ve made some progress here, don’t you?”

I nodded weakly, cum mixed with tears dribbling down my face and into my open mouth.

"Now, we’re going to leave you here for a few hours. I’ll leave the mirror propped in front of you so you can admire yourself. Then we’ll be back to do this again. Of course, by then I don’t think we’ll even need the vibrator to motivate you. I think a simple promise to remove those nipple clamps will inspire you to perform better, hmmm?"

"You will then be bound, gagged and put into your box for the night. Tomrrow the routine will be repeated all over again. We’ll make a cockslut of you yet, you’ll see."

"What do you say, slave?"

"Thank you Mistress."  The cum was beginning to dry on my face as Mistress S. left the room.

Before following her through the door, Master R. turned and spoke to me for the first time that day.

"Do you know what a shamanic initiation is, Becca?"

I looked up at him, surprised to hear him use my real name.

"Some ancient cultures believe that in order to transcend this state of being, it is necessary to put oneself through a series of intense emotional and physical ordeals. One must be broken… taken beyond the threshold and erased completely in order to achieve true potential. This is the beginning of your initiation, little slave."

"I wonder what will emerge from your cocoon?"