Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

Mistress has built up her stable into a herd. Now she books them in for treatments in pairs to optimise her time and the value of it. The sessions have become routine. Well practised. Her protocols eagerly followed by the dozen heiffers in her herd, chastity relieved only by their dates with the machine. They are strapped naked to the benches, face down and on all fours. Eyes are sealed shut with cotton balls and bandaids. They are super cheap and effective blinders. They are also soft, can be worn for the ours the miliking sessions last and offers no possibility that they can hide their faces. She lubes their cocks, or teats as she insists on calling them, and attaches the milker to each. She switches it on. Set to pump slowly. The suction is sweet but not quick enough.  It takes a little while, even allowing for the extended chastity to bring out the first milking. As each cow gets close it knows what to do. It starts loughing. Mooooo. As well practised as her herd,...

It had been a long, long month, locked by her command. Now in a quiet room he lay, bound and panting with denied demand. Hours passed and when breathless and dizzy, she leant in close and whispered time for your jizzy! Mistress picked up the wooden ruler for the hundred and somethingth time in the last few hours. After many hours of striking her boy's cock with it, it was only the promise of an actual orgasm that roused him. That and tender fingers on red, sore little nips. Those things and a little more baby oil on his cock. He recommenced humping the wooden ruler, held again to the sweet spot beneath his cock, smoothly sliding against the flat of the ruler. His thrusts were with renewed vigour as he knew that this time he was going to get to climax.  Within the constraints of his bondage he scraped the sensitive underside of his cock against the ruler held lightly in place. Trepidation about what she'd do was overcome by his burning need to just end a month's buildu...

She listened to the bustle and hustle of her maid. He was upstairs and padding about. Dusting and hoovering. She fancied some fun so she popped upstairs herself. She eyeballed him as she came up the stairs and grabbed him and pushed him sgainst a wall. She bit and chewed on his neck as her hands squeezed and pinched his tits. When he was panting and erect in his panties she just stopped and told him to get back to work. He staggered off and recommenced his duties. She popped into the dungeon and grabbed a paddle. Returning to him hoovering she put her foot on the power switch and beckoned him over to her in the doorway. Hands on head and face the wall! He complied and she lifted his skirt to expose his black panties, tucking it in to the back She pulled the black fabric up between his  cheeks to expose his pale trembling bottom. Just to warm you up my little bitch. And she firmly paddled his bottom, as her little cry baby squirmed and wriggled. But stayed in the...

It had been a long, long month, locked by her command. Now in a quiet room he lay, bound and panting with denied demand. Hours passed and when breathless and dizzy, she leant in close and whispered time for your jizzy! Mistress climbed off the bed and popped on her surgical gloves. She grabbed a tube of ointment and climbed back to her bound slave, legs tied spread to either corner of the bed, arms strapped into mittens and tied to thighs. Torso restrained by ropes running from the collar to either side of the bed.  She snuggled up to him and showed him the tube. This is liniment - strong stuff. Whimpers followed but were of no avail. A generous dollop soon adorned each nipple. Rubbed in with relish the already sensitive and sore nubs were on fire. As he processed the pain another dollop coated his even more sensitive rectum, the evil lube burning his hitherto dry and untouched hole. And so to the inevitable climax, as she squeezed a super generous series of dollops ont...

I was thinking the other day about Mistress doing a scientific experiment to work out what is the worst way to make a man orgasm. For some reason i thought of recording all the permutations in a similar form, where the story started with the same intro, on the lines of 'it was a dark and stormy night...' That's to say repetitive and maybe poetic, but swiftly so, cutting to the nub, as it were while making clear each was part of the same story. Something like... It had been a long, long month, locked by her command. Now in a quiet room he lay, bound and panting with denied demand. Hours passed and when breathless and dizzy, she leant in close and whispered time for your jizzy! She put an arm under his neck and reached back to fondle his left tit. Her head shifted to his right tit and lips pressed sweetly around it, teeth resting on soft flesh like thorns. Her right hand grasped his cock and started to pump, slowly and firmly. His moans were very loud, in spite of h...

I was let down by a friend who was poorly. So i went round to see Miss and was 'let down' by her. 5 times. Wasn't what i asked for, but was very much what i needed. Before and after a visit  to town. Three before and two after. Probably another left in the tank when i left again to face the cold and bleak weather. To return ravaged but happy to home and hearth. There's something lovely about Miss leaning over me to grab me in her firm but tender hand, teeth poised threateningly but ultimately kindly on my left tit as she strokes me til i shriek and shudder. Then to fall into a powerful sleep, mind wiped, exhausted and freed from the tyranny of petty thought. To wake refreshed, to find Miss by my side again and eager to start again on my flesh. Such a happy fate for a cold day, snow outside, but snuggled up waking to orgasms ripped from my bed (coaxed anyway) then sweet oblivion. All day long on a loop... sigh