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No part may be reproduced in any form without explicit written permission. Tom was kneeling, stroking, in his maid’s uniform, peach panties pulled just below his balls, his large breast forms protruding so far he could not even see his own tiny cock. He listened, waiting for further instructions from his Mistress. All he heard for several minutes was sounds, sounds of gasping, sounds of pleasure, and sounds of amazement proclaimed from Monica.

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She was still in her office clothes. Her full breasts peaked out of her tight shirt. She was holding a small electronic device in her hand. That maybe instead of paying a dominatrix, you could instead use that money to see a mental health counsellor? I’m being serious, why spend your life in such a fucked up mental state, get some professional help to address your issues. Hookers and sex workers are only too happy to take money from people like yourself.

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The lashes just kept coming and I could feel the welts rise painfully all over my backside. I heard some moans and gasps as women admired the way I hung like meat and my back crisscrossed with deep red welts. The club was a fascinating place indeed. A cage match was going on with three women beating up a helpless guy.

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This is almost exactly my situation. The main difference is that I don’t like being spit at or spit on by a Mistress or by anyone. I can’t wait to read the next chapter of your story when you tell us what happened in her dungeon. I heard the sound of slapping flesh through the phone.

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She told me to pass her the money under the table. She stood up, walked over to me on the other side of the table, said “open your mouth bitch”, and when I did she spit directly into my mouth and then slapped me hard across the face. “Swallow!” was all she said before walking out. I got up and followed, head down as I heard laughter and people saying “oh my god” and “what a loser”.

I began thinking of every minute since the day I met this cruel woman. I silently cried as I regretted my decision to submit to her. I prayed hard no one would see me. The elevator slowed and the doors opened. Even from my awkward position I could see the jaws of my two neighbor girls drop. The sight of a confident woman absolutely in control of their neighbor was not that they expected.

Then I would set about to prepare her dinner. I was wearing jeans, a t shirt, and a pink lace thong with a little ribbon on the back. She looked a lot like the porn star Vicky Vette. She was wearing a tight burgundy sweater which accentuated her large breasts, skin tight, almost painted on jeans and what looked like five inch stilettos. I had described myself and what I’d be wearing so she walked towards me and say down. She put out her hand for me to hold and kiss.

At that point I’d been with a lot of men so I was already very good at taking cocks, or cock shaped items down my throat and up my ass, so I was looking forward to having a Domme use a strapon on me. This is the true story of my first time with a dominatrix. A married CD gets forced to do some nasty things with a man. He’d thought he’d surrendered his wife for the last time.

These were the hottest legs that I had ever seen. She wore white strap heels which seemed perfect on her smooth tanned legs. I had a little trouble taking the heels off, but when I was done I held her soft feet in my palm. She pointed her toes and moved her feet in pleasure. I breathed in the smell of her feet and planted a gentle kiss.

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