Busty Babes 1/Busty Babes - Vol 1.iso/stories/slaving.txt

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"A Slaving Craving"

Finally I got up the nerve to call a professional dominatrix. I had always
wondered what it would be like to be humiliated and totally under the control
of a domineering woman, and I was not disappointed. Her name was Mistress
Helga. I was unsure of what to expect, but after she arrived, I didn't have time
to worry about it - she immediately took control. After a quick introduction
she excused herself and went into the bedroom to change. When she returned to
the living room, my eyes opened wide and my cock strained within the tight
confines of my pants. She was absolutely stunning, outfitted in black and red
leather that hugged her body like a second skin. Her large tits and fleshy cunt
were exposed through strategically placed slits in her uniform. But what affected
me the most was her voice - deep, husky and sensual. "Get Naked!" she
commanded. I obeyed immediately and was soon standing nude in front of her, my
cock bobbing in front of me like it had a mind of its own. I was completely
mesmerized by the situation. "Good," she said softly. "Now you will service my
ass." She turned away from me and bent forward, reaching behind her, grabbing
her ass cheeks and spreading them apart. The leather outfit stretched wide and
exposed her ass to my gaze. "Suck it good, slave," she hissed. "I want a good
tongue-fucking."  I quickly dropped to my knees and buried my face in her
fleshy globes. Her ass was hot, and I could feel its heat wash over my face. My
tongue found the deep furrow of her crack, and I started to lick up and down,
my tongue slithering over the taut skin and light brown hairs covering the
bottom of her cunt and asshole. I placed the tip of my tongue against the small
opening pucker of her dark hole. Her orifice opened and sucked, and my tongue
was pulled into the waxy, hot recess. I started reaming her, working my tongue
deep into the dark pit of her bowels. She groaned softly and pushed her ass
back, forcing my tongue to invade deeper. I ate her rosebud for what seemed
like hours, jabbing in and out of her hole until my tongue began to grow numb.
Eventually she quickly straightened and turned. I was still on my knees. "Go to
the kitchen and get me a wooden spoon and a tub of butter," She snapped. "You
must be taught a lesson. "I obeyed immediately. She was still standing in the
same spot when I returned with the spoon and butter. "Now stand with your legs
apart and your hands on your head," she commanded. I had evidently done a poor
job of sucking her ass and now was going to be chastised. Taking the spoon, she
began slapping my cock. At first she slapped it lightly, but then started
hitting it harder and harder. Every time I would yelp in pain, she'd smile and
hit my rod harder. When my cock was red, she stopped. I couldn't believe how
excited I was. Then she grabbed a handful of butter from the tub and greased my
throbbing erection. The butter was cool and felt wonderful. She rubbed the
butter in with her long fingers, gently stroking my now-straining cock. I was
on the verge of blowing my was all over her hands. I tried to hold back, but
the gentle manipulation of her fingers sliding over my raging hard-on and the
slickness of the butter were more than I could take. With a violent upheaval,
my sperm erupted like a cannon-shot. It spurted into the air and landed on her
tits, splattering her luscious globes with thick, creamy jets. "Pig!" she
screamed. "How dare you defile my body with your evil smelling discharge!" She
grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head to her chest and rubbed her cum-soaked
tits across my face. I was made to wallow in my own ejaculation. "Lick me
clean!" she commanded. While I was licking the jism off her tits, I felt my
cock pulse and grow. I had never hardened so quick after an orgasm. After I
cleaned her mams, she made me kneel on the floor with my legs spread. From her
large purse she extracted a cock-shaped dildo and began greasing it with
butter. I knew what was going to happen but was afraid to move for fear of an
even worse punishment. I felt the large, slickly greased dildo entering the
tight opening of my ass and flinched, expecting pain. But it slid in easily,
and I started to feel my schlong grow fatter and longer. She was fucking me
with a steady rhythm now, and I was pushing back against the fake cock with
abandon. She warned me that it would go badly for me if I came, telling me that
I would feel pain from her whip. Just when I neared explosion, she stopped and
withdrew the dildo. "Follow me," she commanded. I started to rise, but she
placed her foot on my head and instructed me to crawl behind her. I followed
her meekly on my hands and knees into the bathroom. Placing the toilet seat up,
she straddled the toilet backward, her meaty ass nearly hanging off the front
edge. "Come, watch me piss," she hissed, raising her ass so that I could see
the swell of her cunt lips as they hung from the slit in her uniform. I
scrambled to the front of the toilet and scooted as close to her spread ass as
I could. I was mere inches away from her splayed cunt. Her cunt opened, and her
piss-hole peeked through her fat lips. A think stream of urine erupted from her
cunt, splashing with force into the water of the toilet. I was close enough to
smell its heady aroma. She pissed for a long time - I thought the flow would
never end. Finally, she finished, lifted her ass and moved it toward my face.
"Wipe me," she grunted. I licked her piss-soaked cunt and started to clean the
wet, shiny droplets hanging on the ends of her pussy hairs. Helga moaned loudly
and shivered. When I drove my tongue into the crevice of her cunt, she
shuddered violently, the orgasm racking her body. A hot deluge of creamy syrup
ran over my tongue as she came. Just before she left, she placed a rubber on my
cock and let me stick it into her open snatch and tight ass - but only once.
The she made me walk to the door. Just before she opened it, she grabbed my
balls and squeezed. While I watched her walk away, I reached for my fuckstick
and stroked it once. That was all I needed to blow a big load into the tip of
the rubber. I'm a regular customer of Mistress Helga now, and slowly I've been
mastering the art of toilet slavery. But that's another story.

=The End=