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Young Mistress – Older Sub (Part One ) An older man submits to a teen Mistress for the first time View Author’s Copyright Information Carrie was 18, and the most shy girl I had ever known, but also behind that shyness, as kinky and dirty as anyone I had chatted to.
For the last few months she had been coming out of her shell more to me online, and had become my Mistress, and we were due to meet for the first time.
It was not the first time we had been due to meet, but the previous times her nerves had got the better of her.
This time I had arranged things so that hopefully she would not back out.
I was not sure what it was about her that had me so hooked, but I was, I had a real need for her, a craving to be the one who was there when her perverse thoughts became reality.
At 40 years old I also craved the humiliation of serving a Mistress young enough to be my daughter.
When we had first started chatting online, it had taken some time for her to open up about the thoughts she had in her head, of the fantasies and fetishes she had, but once the ice was broken and she was more comfortable she had really started to divulge her secrets.
I found myself admitting things to her I had always kept to myself, even to those who had dominated me in the past.
My plan for our first meet was to set it up in a way so that we went straight into the domination, and remove any awkward introductions.
I hoped that once she had actually had control of me, she would then be able to relax, and become the Domme I knew she truly was.
I had booked a holiday cottage in her area from the Friday for a week, and after having collected the keys, sent her a text telling her how to get herself in, and where I and various other things would be.
She had replied that she would be there as soon as school finished, and added that she had had a bad day.
I had brought a bag with me containing various toys and objects, some of which she had made me use on myself before, and some of which were new and unused.
There were various dildos and vibrators, strap-ons, butt plugs, enema kits, floggers, paddles, nipple clamps, a collar and leash, riding crops, and a few other things such as candles and a wax kit for hair removal which she had specifically asked for.
I also had brought my laptop with me as instructed, though I had no idea what for, though I did plan to do some work on some of the days I had the cottage.
An hour before I thought she would arrive, I started setting things out and preparing.
There was a large table in the kitchen opposite the door through which she would enter.
I emptied the contents of the bag onto the table and laid everything out, ready for her to inspect when she arrived.
I then went to the bathroom and showered, taking time to ensure I was clean all over.
I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed, my once toned body was now far from it.
My flat stomach was now large enough to be called fat, my small cock looked tiny in my bush of pubes, and my arse was bigger than it used to be and now hairy too Sigh.
Still Carrie knew all this, she had inspected me on cam before, much to my embarrassment and still wanted to meet so I had to be content for now.
I glanced at the clock as I entered the bedroom from the bathroom, 3.50 pm just time to finish getting ready.
I expected her about 4:15 but was not completely sure so had planned to be ready for four on the dot.
I stepped into the boxer shorts she had stipulated, and headed for the kitchen where I opened a bottle of chilled white wine from the fridge, poured a glass and placed it on the table ready for her to find when she entered.
I then headed back to the bedroom, crossed to the corner, put the blindfold on tight and waited.
When I heard her arrive I would kneel down ready.
It seemed like I stood there for ages, but eventually I heard the door open and close in the kitchen, and I knew she was here.
I sank to me knees and waited to see what would unfold, grateful that we were finally to be together, but also nervous at what might happen.
I knelt there listening to her movements, I could hear her heels on the stone kitchen floor, items being placed back on the table, the fridge open and close again.
Was she deliberately teasing me by taking her time, or was she building up the nerves to move on to where I waited for her.
Then it went quiet.
I screamed out, more in surprise as I felt the flogger lash across my back, and heard her laugh to herself before she used the flogger another nine or ten times on my back.
She must have removed her shoes in the kitchen and crept up on me before letting me know she was there.
I was breathing hard by the time she stopped flogging my back, as she had not held back.
A second or two passed before her hand was in my hair, gripping it, using it to move me head from side to side, back and forth, till eventually she pulled it back as far as I could manage.
If I had not had the blindfold on I would have been looking directly up at her, but as it was I was blind to her completely.
Her other hand covered my mouth, till without warning she pushed me away from her roughly.
I did not know where she was at first till I heard the glass being placed on the dresser, and more wine being poured.
The bottle was placed on the side and I heard a content sigh as she took a sip.
I heard her move back to me this time, so it was not a surprise when I felt her hand go back in my hair, and this time pull in a way which meant she wanted me to stand, which I was glad to do as my knees were in agony from the kneeling.
She pushed and pulled at me till she had me the way she wanted me, with my head and upper body leaning into the corner supporting me, and my feet slightly away from the wall.
She leaned in against me, her body fully against mine, I could feel the cloth of her uniform against my skin, could feel her breasts against my back and her breath on my neck, I wanted her so bad, I felt under a spell, and my cock swelled in my boxer shorts.
She was rubbing her body against me, she felt so young and firm, and she seemed so turned on.
I felt her lips on my neck as she starting kissing my neck, her hand roaming my body as she did.
As her hands found my nipples she started to squeeze, her lips still on my neck.
You have kept me horny and frustrated these last few months bitch, now you will make amends won t you! She pinched my nipples hard as she finished talking between kisses, Oh god yes, I will make amends Mistress! Mmm I am going to have so much fun with you bitch, I am going to fuck you, wax you, piss on you, humiliate you and so much more, you are going to worship me and be my bitch.
All those perverted thoughts we have shared are going to come back to haunt you.
You are here to serve me, pleasure me, amuse me, what you want is not important, you are not a man you are my whore.
As she told me this she was breathing heavily as she continued to grind her body against me.
Her hands were in my boxers, holding my hard cock, digging her nails into it.
I have waited so long to make a man my slut, I have waited to stop being the shy mouse that people pass by without noticing and become the dominant one, the one in control, the centre of attention.
Now I want you to get back on your knees, and crawl back to the kitchen, I hope you remember the way with your blindfold on bitch.
Use your mouth to pickup and strap-on, and carry it back to me, and leave it on the bed.
With that she stripped down my boxers, and pushed me back to the floor.
Fetch boy, Go Fetch for your Mistress ! Slowly but surely I made may way out of the room, Carrie laughing each time I bumped into something, and eventually reached the kitchen.
My hands made their way up the table leg, and explored over it, touching each object till I found one of the strap-ons.
I picked it up, and found a way to hold it in my mouth, before dropping back to all fours and slowly making my way back to the bedroom.
Mistress laughed at me, when I found the bed, I had dribbled all over the cock as I was holding it in my mouth.
Drop boy, Drop! she said laughing still, now get on the bed, on your back .
I clambered onto the bed, laying on my back and listened to her movements.
I longed to reach out and touch her again, but restrained myself, there would be plenty of time for that, when allowed.
She grabbed hold of my ankles and pulled me down the bed, till my arse was at the end, and then pushed my legs into the air.
As she leaned against my raised legs, I could feel her skin, she was naked now and her body felt amazing against mine, I wanted this girl so much.
I heard a click as she opened a bottle of lube and soon felt the cold gel as she started to apply it to my arsehole.
Slowly she worked it around my hole, her fingers pushing against it more and more firmly, till she started pushing one inside me, making me moan with pleasure and desire.
Are you ready boy, ready to get fucked by me, for my pleasure? she asked in a heavy whisper, as the head of the cock nestled against my hole.
Are you ready to give yourself to me, to be mine to use to fulfill all my dirty thoughts and needs? God yes, I want to be yours, I need you as my Mistress, to use me, abuse me.
I am yours to fuck, to piss on, to humiliate, to share, control or to torture, you are my Mistress I am yours.
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, she started to enter me, her strap-on cock driving easily into my well lubed arse.
Deeper and deeper she went till I had it all inside me, and could feel her leaning against my still raised legs.
She reached over and pushed the blindfold off, letting me see her for the first time since she arrived.
I looked at her, my Mistress, for the first time, as she grabbed my cock and started to jerk it hard whilst she matched the pace she was now fucking my arse with.
She was pretty with shoulder length hair which looked like it had been just let down, her breasts were larger than I had expected, not huge, but large and with the firmness of youth.
She looked her age, 18, and that turned me on even more the idea of submitting to a much younger girl, a schoolgirl at that.
I hope you like boy, as this is the body you will be serving and worshiping from now on.
I am your Mistress, your horny, kinky, perverted Mistress.
She poured more lube onto the strap-on and continued to fuck me hard as she spoke, her other hand squeezing my cock so hard as she wanked me off.
She had forbidden me from cumming for ten days, and without warning I exploded in her hand, so much of it covering her hand and my stomach.
I knew I should have asked permission to cum, but it had taken me by surprise just as much as her, and I secretly was happy to give her a reason to punish me.
You bad little cunt!” she yelled at me.
“What the fuck, you came without even asking, let alone getting permission.
She dug her nails hard into my cock as she squeezed the last out of me, her cock pulling out of my arse.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling me, and using her hands scooped up my cum, and dripped it onto the head of her strap-on cock, now eat your pathetic cum off the dirty cock, slut! With that, she shuffled up and forced the cock into my mouth, laughing as my tongue snaked out licking at my cum and swallowing it.
Mmm you dirty little whore,” she whispered.
I am going to have so much fun with you over the next few days.
To be continued……..
( a work of fiction but god I wish it were true )
Laying Here Awake It has been a long time….
View Author’s Copyright Information Laying Here Awake I lay here awake Unable to sleep and I have my Master on my mind, As I do every day.
Oh I know it s “as it should be” And of course”, And all those answers You always give me.
But please allow me to say How much I miss my Master Without the standard answers and responses You surely must have saved into your phone.
And before you get angry at me Just allow me to tell you this please While I am crying And wishing for what used to be.
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Eazy Does It Isabella and Justin have another encounter at the pool View Author’s Copyright Information I hauled myself off the floor and decided a nice, long dipin the pool would probably be a good idea.
It was the perfect solution.
It would help me pass some time so that I wouldn t have to look at Justin and know what I couldn t have.
Luckily, the house was big enough that I didn t bump into Justin on my way to the bedroom.
I did a quick change, putting on the Band-Aid that Jasmine swore up and down was a bikini, and made my way outside to the pool.
However, I soon realized just how much God was punishing me for this life of sin I had stumbled upon when I found Justin swimming laps in the pool.
I was momentarily stunned when I caught sight of his sinewy muscles as he sliced through the water like a hot knife through warm butter.
His movements were smooth and fluid, like he was part of the water himself.
When he reached the end of the pool, he grabbed onto of the side and pulled himself out.
Water cascaded off his frame and his wet hair shown black as night and reflected the light of the moon.
My eyes trailed over his shoulders, down his lean back to his Oh.
He even swam in the nude.
His butt was flexed and more chiselled than any butt had a right to be.
I wanted to bite it.
Maybe even put a hickey on it.
You re staring at my ass again, his voice dripped like liquid sex and knocked me out of my drunken stupor.
He s got eyes in the back of his head? I gasped when he turned around and he quickly covered himself.
The water s a little cold, he shrugged.
Well, you could ve fooled me.
I mean, he wasn t as colossal as I was used to seeing him, but there are plenty of men out there that only wished they were as large when they had a raging hard on as Justin was limp.
When Eazy E wrote the lyrics, I ll slap you upside your head with nine inches of limp dick he definitely had Justin in mind.
Sorry, I didn t know you d be down here.
I ll just I trailed off and turned to go back inside.
No, don t.
I turned back around and he was walking toward me with that towel wrapped around his waist and beads of water clinging to his smooth as a baby s behind chest, But make no mistake about it, the body under that skin definitely did not belong to a baby.
The towel did nothing to dissuade my ogling.
His cock was bulging like a motherfucker under there and if he got excited, I knew the massive tent he d pitch would be big enough to shelter the whole dam von Trapp family.
It kind of made me feel like singing, except my singing voice really sucks, So much so that it had been outlawed in my own home.
But, I digress.
Cooch was threatening to gnaw her way through my bikini to get at him and I smacked her on the head to get her to settle down.
Apparently, it wasn t a mental smack, because Justin looked at me with a raised brow.
Um, I thought I felt a mosquito, and well that would be a really uncomfortable place to have the itchies, I covered.
Yeah, it wasn t a very good cover.
Well, you re free to use the pool.
But, if you don t mind, I m going to relax in one of the lounge chairs for a bit while I air dry.
I m feeling a little tense and could really use the fresh air.
I could give you a massage if you want, I blurted out.
I mean, I m pretty good at it.
He looked just as surprised as I was by my offer, but he tilted his head to the side as if he was considering it.
Yeah, he nodded and then gave me a crooked smile.
That would be really nice.
I followed him over to one of the lounge chairs and waited while he reclined it all the way flat and lay down on his stomach.
He folded his arms so that his chin was resting on them while I stood there like a complete idiot trying to think of the best way to approach him.
His ass looked like the best seat in the house, so I straddled him and perched the Cooch right on top of it.
Um, this usually works better with lotion.
Do you want me to go get some? I asked.
Justin lifted his head a bit and looked back at me.
I m pretty comfortable and would prefer you stay right there.
I started on his neck and shoulders, kneading the flesh as firmly as I could without pinching his skin.
He moaned in approval as I worked the tense muscles until I could feel the tension melt away under my fingers.
He kept his eyes closed as I did my thing and as I made my way across his shoulders and down his back, I couldn t help myself.
I leaned forward and gently kissed the back of his neck.
He moaned again and shifted his hips, causing a delicious bit of friction between my legs.
I figured since he liked that, I d do it again to see if I could get the same reaction.
Justin did not disappoint.
I kissed a trail down his spine and all the while, I continued to massage his muscles, craving the feel of him beneath my fingers and palms.
He arched his back, which brought his ass even closer to my centre like an offering.
So, I slid down his legs and made a pit stop to swirl my tongue in those little dimples above his ass, dragging my arms and hands along the flesh of his back as I did so.
When I reached the towel, Justin lifted his hips and I slowly pealed it back, exposing God s gift to ass whores everywhere.
My tongue slipped out to wet my lips as I ogled it, feeling suddenly ravenous.
Then I slid my hands over the two luscious mounds and palmed them greedily.
Fuck me your ass is so fucking perfect, I purred as I leaned forward, gave it a quick flick of my tongue and then I bit him.
Justin flinched with a hiss and I bit him again, but on the other cheek.
He was delicious.
I sucked a hunk of his skin into my mouth and gave it all the suction I had.
Son of a whore, I was finally getting what I wanted most and it was so worth the wait.
My moans mixed with Justin s hisses and then some shit went down seriously fast.
Somehow, Justin was able to flip over without bucking me off of him and onto the ground.
I found myself straddling his chest with my legs over his shoulders but I quickly settled down when I felt Justin s mouth frenching the Cooch.
Shit I said with a sharp intake of breath when I realized he had pulled the strings on my bikini bottom and had me bare.
I swear, when Justin wants something, you can t even bat a lash around him or you re going to miss seeing how he got just that.
Not that I m complaining or anything.
Take your top off for me.
I want you to feel the cool night air against those beautiful little pink nipples, he said as he looked up at me from between my legs.
I reached behind my neck and pulled at the string and let the top fall forward.
He kept his eyes on my every movement while he gently kissed and sucked at my clit.
My nipples were already pebbled and I wanted to give him a show, so I palmed my breasts and rolled the rosy peaks between my fingers.
He hummed in appreciation and then I released the tie at my back and tossed my top to the side.
Lay back, baby.
Let me make you feel good, he purred.
His arms came up to my sides and he helped ease me back until my stomach was flat and I could feel his cock under my shoulder.
Then he slid his hands back down my sides and grabbed my hips.
The sky was clear and the moon was full and fat overhead.
I could see each and every single star in the night sky and it felt like I had been warped into another universe.
Justin was doing that otherworldly thing with his mouth as a gentle breeze washed over my skin and I could hear all the nocturnal sounds of crickets and other bugs and animals around us.
It was serene and exotic.
I felt Justin s tongue enter me and I suddenly wanted more.
I wanted to feel him inside me right in that exact place at that exact moment.
Not that what he was doing didn t feel simply awesome, I just wanted more.
I didn t want to argue.
I didn t want to think.
I didn t want to do anything but just feel.
So, I sat up and after a brief protest from Justin, I broke up his little make-out session with the Cooch.
Did I do something wrong? he asked, confused.
I simply shook my head as I straddled his waist.
Just feeling, I whispered against his lips and then kissed him passionately.
His arms wrapped around my back and he held me to him, answering my kiss with just as much fervour.
This was what I was looking for.
Our bodies said things our mouths would never admit.
There was no competition, no challenge just two people giving and taking in the most natural way, fulfilling a base need.
I put my hands on his pecks for leverage and raised myself up.
His eyes were locked with mine as I rolled my body and slid my wet folds along his length.
I had no idea if I was doing any of this right because I d never been in control before.
I was just doing what felt nice to me and hoped like hell he liked it too.
When his lips parted and his eyes became hooded, I had my answer.
My hands travelled down his chest and over the defined muscles of his abdomen until I found his cock.
I lifted myself off of him and positioned him at my entrance, but then I hesitated.
God, I so did not want to fuck this up.
Justin must have sensed my unease because he caressed my thigh and in the softest voice said, Just ease down slowly, baby, or you ll hurt yourself.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as I lowered myself onto him, feeling every bit of him fill me inch by magnificent inch.
That s it, baby.
God, you feel so fucking incredible.
I don t know what to do, I confessed once I had taken him all the way in, and he was so much deeper from this angle than he d ever been before.
Move your hips; up and down, back and forth.
Ride me, baby.
Do whatever feels good to you, and I guarantee it ll feel good for me too, he encouraged me.
Then he licked his luscious lips and said, Come here.
I leaned forward and he craned his neck up to meet my lips.
As he did so, he held my hips and slowly began to move back and forth inside me.
Then he swivelled his hips and I felt him grind into that little bundle of nerves.
I gasped when a shockwave of pleasure shot through my body.
See? Just like that, he said, breaking our kiss.
I kept my eyes on his and my hands on his chest as I sat up a little and rolled my hips to recreate the same sensation.
I could feel the ridges of the head of his dick, the throbbing of his pulse, the pressure of his hands as he pulled me back and forth.
His thumbs were pressed to the sensitive spot over my hip bones and I moaned and dropped my head back.
The stars and moon were looking down on me and I was convinced that this was the most perfect I had ever felt in my entire life.
What are you thinking about, baby? Justin s husky voice asked.
How perfect this feels, I answered honestly as I looked back down at him.
He rose up into a sitting position and cupped my face in his hands as he pulled me in for a languid kiss.
It was deep and sensual and fit the moment perfectly.
Neither of us rushed; we took our time and enjoyed the feel of each other without any thoughts.
He wrapped one arm around my waist while the other massaged a breast.
Then he broke the kiss and his mouth latched on to my other breast to gently suck me.
I ran my fingers through his hair and held him to me, my own locks falling forward and creating a curtain around him.
I moved my hips faster and rode him with more purpose than when we had begun.
I could feel the tip of his tongue flick at my nipple and I closed my eyes and let my head fall into the crook of his neck as that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach spiralled out of control and my orgasm released like tiny molecules exploding through my blood.
Oh, Justin ahhh, I moaned out.
When the moment had nearly passed, Justin lifted me up and put me on my back.
Then he put my arms above my head and linked his fingers with mine to hold my hands in place as he lay flush with me.
In and out he moved, intensifying my orgasm and bringing it back to life.
God, you re so fucking beautiful, Isabella.
Do you know that? he breathed heavily.
He gripped my hands tighter and thrust deeper, but not faster.
The look in his eyes was intense and his lips were slightly parted as he looked down on me.
I m sorry for everything.
I m so sorry.
Before I could even ask him what the hell all that was about, his lips crashed to mine.
He hummed and moaned and grunted as he assaulted my mouth with a ferocious hunger.
I answered as best I could, but he was just out of my league on that one.
It was a desperate kiss, like he couldn t get enough, which was just fine with me because I never wanted that moment to end, but I was concerned.
His movements became more erratic and I heard that familiar guttural growl that always preceded his release.
Then, just as forecasted, he broke the kiss and came inside me, his eyes never leaving mine.
Oh, fuck so good, baby, he ground out between clenched teeth.
His thrusts became uneven and staggered as the last of his seed sputtered forth.
When he was done, he collapsed on top of me for just a split second before he clutched my body to his and rolled us over onto our sides.
Justin was still breathing pretty heavily as he pushed the hair back out of my face and gave me an adoring look.
Then he leaned forward and kissed me gently on my swollen lips.
Why did you say you re sorry I asked, because I just had to know.
He sighed and shook his head.
For badgering you about the name thing, I was being unreasonable.
It makes sense that you would want me to call you by your given name instead of one that s so much more familiar.
Well, you definitely made up for it, I laughed lightly.
Mm-mm that was all you, you re incredible.
I am pretty spectacular, aren t I? I joked.
The Cooch popped her collar.
At least my uncharacteristic arrogance got a laugh out of him, and it was so surreal because he didn t do a whole lot of laughing.
He pulled me closer and I nuzzled into his chest to listen to the heavy thud of his heartbeat as I looked up at the sky.
I think I made a comment about how beautiful the stars were and I heard him murmur his agreement, but for the most part, we were silent.
I would ve given anything to know what he was thinking, but I knew it would probably just turn into another one of those petty little arguments we tended to have.
And I really didn t want to ruin the moment.
So I kept my mouth shut and just basked in the moment in the feeling.
Because between me and Justin, both of us stubborn as mules who knew what tomorrow would hold?
Song of Magic there are all kinds of magic View Author’s Copyright Information Lying naked in the leaves outside the garden wall I hear strings and horns in the sound of the limbs blowing, the meandering creek and wind in hollow trees.
Your voice sings the melody in a minor key speaking feelings and thoughts and I long to sing that song back to you.
But my voice joins in counterpoint and I smile at myself, laid bare, singing sweetly, unknown in my hidden world.
I will not be seen or heard here in my quiet place.
But I will sing my magic spell, believe in what is true, see your naked body in my mind’s eye and love you.
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Cheesecake Daydreaming about dessert time View Author’s Copyright Information My most foolish fantasy Is to eat come On cream cheesecake Maybe with sprinkled Strawberry goo And then the jism too I had thought almost To have one of my heroines Eat some up like this But that s a disgusting fate To serve up for them Even though they d be up For it.
As for me I can see the dessert plate Ringed round with neat strands Of the stuff.
Maybe a few Neat globules on top Of puffs of whipped cream.
And if I like it, Garcon! I ll exclaim, and then Mouth him some crumbs Onto his crown, an Oral gratuity as it were, Which also might result In second helpings.
Somewhere, someone Giggles, Bon appetit! Oh, diner! Then you know What a girl s gotta eat.
Come share in my treat.
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