Slave Training
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This is one of my favorite fantasies that I replay over and over again in my mind when I have some “special” alone time in the tub that Paulo bought me. It definitely sends tingles down my spine (and a few other areas, lol!)
The private jet that picked me up for the conference in Belize was late; and I hate having to wait. I called the number given to me on the card, but all I was told by the bitch on the other end was that they still had to refuel the plane and get it ready for the trip. That set the rest of the mood for the flight. I should have been happy, but having to go alone with out any playmates put me in a sour mood. An entire week in a hotel room with no one to fuck - what a waste!
We took off from Miami and got out over open water. The hum and the empty passenger compartment made me sleepy. I awoke to the plane descending - “good,” I said to myself “we must be there.” I gathered my purse and laptop bag, and after we landed, the pilot opened the door to a very provincial airstrip. Honestly, I was put off - here I was waiting to go to an international hotel full of powerful business executives, and yet it seemed like we landed in the middle of nowhere!
A young man with slicked back hair walked up to the jet and handed me a wax-sealed envelope. I opened it and it read: “Sweetheart, the boys and I decided you needed a break. Enjoy this week at the Island, we’ve got everything paid for. But if you want to come home, the plane will bring you back. You just have to tell the pilot what to do. Love, Petra.”
I was angry, but also curious what this mysterious Island had in store for me. Petra was always a kinky girlfriend; I loved the way she always licked me like she was starving to death. I imagined this “Island” to be kinky. I had no idea what awaited me!
When I got to my room, I was shocked - no furniture, no windows - only a mattress in the corner. I turned to protest, but the door slammed shut behind me! A piece of paper slid under the door, and all that was written on it was: “the safe word is ‘yellow’.” I had no idea what was in store for me, but I was soon to learn that every minute was scheduled out for me.
Fifteen minutes after I arrived, I met “Mistress Alberta” - a big woman who opened my door and simply said: “it is time for the slaves to be washed.” I stood their mutely until she ordered two men dressed in leather thongs to take me by the arms. They drug me down the hall, followed by Mistress Alberta to the elevator, and pushed the e4 button. When the elevator door opened, we were standing in a basement, with two bare bulbs hanging in the cement cavern. “Strip” she ordered simply, and I obeyed, getting completely naked. She then said ’spot’, pointing her crop to a taped ‘X’ on the floor. I moved in position, and one of the men, clamped me in place. “Leave” she ordered the men, and they dutifully obeyed.
Mistress Alberta carefully laid her riding crop down on a chair, and picked up a garden hose, casually pointed it at me, and sprayed my naked and bound form. FUCK - it was cold and it stimulating, and I yipped instinctively. She didn’t like that, so she focused the spray right on my clit. Now I masturbate all the time with my shower head at home, but this felt 100 times more powerful. It hurt, but it felt GOOD- I couldn’t say no. And this woman, who looked almost like a school principal, was expertly using this spray to stimulate me. I felt degraded, I felt dirty, and I felt like CUMMING! So I did.
But I learned that wasn’t how a good slave was supposed to do things. We were only allowed to come when our masters or mistresses said we could. “Bad girls get the dunk tank” she said, turning off the hose, much to my disappointment. She unbound me and almost gently walked me over to an over sized aquarium, with a complex frame fixed to the top. “Lay down like a good slave girl.” She said, swatting my wet ass and making me jump. Her hands were strong, probably from years of discipline, and I wasn’t about to test her strength. I laid down facing the water, nervous about what was coming next.
“Good slaves only cummy when they are told. You’ve been a bad bad slave, haven’t you?” She rhetorically questioned me as she grabbed the back of my neck and plunged my face into the water. Every instinct in me screamed to struggle, but I knew my well being was in her hands. I held my breath until my lungs burned, and she pulled my face up as I gasped for air.
She trained me for another three hours that day, and by the end, I was exhausted. But she knew my real limits, and when they were reached, she led me to my room, opened the door, and put me to bed. She had really given it to me.
Each day was different, and each day was totally sexually amazing. Things I had never dreamed of doing, nerves I had never thought of as sexual were stimulated until I thought the universe would shatter. My orgasms were unspeakably good - almost the entire seven days was one long orgasm. In this dark dream I learned to serve, I learned to surrender. I learned to be a slave and how empowering it is to give up myself completely to someone. It is one of my favorite fantasies.
Bubble Bath Bliss
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So if you read my blog every day (and I know that you do, right hon?) you know how much I love spa days. There is nothing better than the relaxation of being completely cared for, every wish and whim fulfilled. Lounging in those lush terrycloth robes, eating grapes and cheese while sipping wine - yum. But you may not know that I just love hot bubble baths! Paulo bought me a nice big tub for a present. It’s huge, and it has a built in heater so I never run out of hot water! I can just lean back and drift in peace with plenty of suds - and of course some waterproof sex toys. You haven’t lived until you’ve worked up to a nice orgasm in a bubble bath, then relaxed and almost fallen asleep in the soapy hot water. Absolutely blissful, and one of my favorite indulgences.
Sensual Play in the Shoe Store
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I love shoes. I mean, I really love shoes - Paulo had to give up his study in the condo so I could make a new “closet” for them! And yes, I most often like the expensive ones, but in my vice, I even love picking up a cheap pair (or two) at those cheesy discount shoe stores if the shoes are cute. And that is where I met “him.”
He looked comically big stuffed in between those high racks of shoes. He was sweating - it was hot, and the old store’s air conditioning wasn’t keeping up with the hot Miami sun. The store had seen better days, and so had the man that came forward when he heard the bell on the door ring.
“Hi, what can I do for…oh, hello” he said, catching a glimpse of my leg. Obviously, he wasn’t used to a woman of my caliber walking into his hovel. “What can I do for you?” incredulous that I would actually be looking for shoes in a shoe store.
“Well,” I replied, “I’d like to look at shoes. I guess you could say I have a foot fetish.” He laughed nervously at my joke, asked some fitting questions, then scurried off to find something that would please me. He called out a few moments later, and sat me down in a dark corner of the store, and gently, lovingly slipped off my current shoe, and slid his suggested pair on, almost erotically.
“You have perfect, wonderful feet, my lady.” He said, looking at my toes as he slid the shoe on.
“You can call me Lily. What is your name?” I asked, noticing that he was now rubbing my calf, giving me a slow, but very sensual foot massage. I was enjoying the foot play far too much to resist his surprisingly smooth hands relax my feet and legs.
“It doesn’t matter.” he said, slowly ending his massage, and going back to find another pair to fit to my feet, dejectedly. I didn’t want the fun to end; his hands were magic, and I was always up for a new playmate. “Why did you stop?” I cooed at him.
“I was too forward. My wife - god bless her soul - had feet like yours, I’m sorry. I always used to rub her feet after we made love. I’m sorry, please forgive…” I crushed my mouth to his, cutting short his tale of woe, to try and light his fire of manhood once again. His lips met mine, and he started to thrust his tongue into my mouth. In moments I was on the floor with him, my hand down his pants, urging his manhood to its full thickness, and bringing back his carnal desires.
When he was hard enough, I stood up, and ripped off my blouse and bra, and dropped my skirt, and said hungrily “you take me now, you fuck me like a man, and you don’t apologize for it!” The freedom snapped in him, and soon he was naked. He was hairy, almost wolf like, and he growled when he saw my naked form only covered with hose and garters. He pounced on me, pushing me to the floor, and spreading my legs. He speared me with his throbbing manhood, every thrust an animal grunt as he grabbed at my ass, trying to push his whole being into me. His musky smell filled my nostrils as he pinned me to the floor, and the friction soon got me to the edge. With a few final grunts, he finished inside me, his jism bringing me to orgasm, and as we both shook in each others arms, we then relaxed for several minutes, our hearts racing.
After our encounter, he cleaned up, and proceeded to choose several pair of stellar stilettos and pumps that I still have to this day. The shop finally closed not that long ago. But those memories of that dusty shoe store floor will be with me forever.
Sex in an Elevator
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Isn’t it funny how people in an elevator generally don’t look at each other? I love to look around, maybe say hello to the folks I’m riding with. Sometimes you meet the most interesting (and sexy!) guys on an elevator ride. Like this one sexy dark-eyed guy that caught my eye on the elevator at my condo. I smiled and feeling naughty, decided to give him a flash of my panties by bending over and adjusting my stockings. As the elevator came to a stop I expected the doors to open for him to leave, so imagine my surprise when I felt his hands on my hips! “Ah, sexy, you shouldn’t tempt a man like that. He might decide to take you up on your offer.” That was when I noticed the key in the “Emergency” lock - a key which had been turned so that we were alone for as long as we liked. I bet you can imagine all the naughty things we did next 
Anal Pleasure
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“Oh….GOD….OH…GOD”
I can remember myself moaning and whimpering, feeling almost disembodied as he took my ass for the first time. I remember it so clearly - that feeling of helplessness as he dominated me, invaded my with his searing hot manhood, pushing in and out of that most sensitive area, stretching it beyond its limits.
We had been meeting for just over a year. We started fucking shortly after we met - I was attracted to his broad chest, curly black hair, and broad shoulders, and of course, he loved my pale skin, perky tits, and great legs. We made wonderful love with one another, but at the year mark, to be honest, things were growing a bit stale.
He was behind me as I was on my hands and knees, boning me with the perfect cock of his that night. I was a bit of an insensitive bitch - I think I grabbed at a Cosmo and began reading it. Something snapped inside of him. “You want to play that way, cunt? I’ll give you something that’ll keep you from being bored, whore.” He pulled his cock out of my pussy, and pushed it to the entrance of my ass, then penetrated my anus.
I was NOT expecting that!
His pace was fast and merciless - he was an animal, staking his territory by plowing my ass, and I had no choice but to submit. His rage, his emotions, all that feeling would have turned most girls off but it turned me on. I didn’t think he had anything in him other than the occasional missionary, so to have him use me as a sex object, to dominate me, to act like a MAN really got my mind into it. And the physical sensations blew my mind. It hurt - a lot since it was my first time - but as he pushed it in and out of my butt, all those nerve endings down there were firing, and I found myself literally dripping on the bed. With a few quick flicks of my finger, I was cumming - and with each shudder, my anus closed around his shaft, milking it. He tried to hold back, but finally, the burning in his balls was more than he could take and he burst inside me, releasing semen into my plundered ass. We collapsed silently in a sweating, gasping heap together. Talk about mixing pain and pleasure!
How To Land The Big Sale
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When you’re looking to close the deal on a sales call, it’s best to use any advantage. I was trying to land a big deal with a senior partner from another company last week when he suggested dinner. “Of course,” I purred and mentally decided to wear something sexy. When we arrived at the restaurant (seafood, my favorite - yum!) he looked me over approvingly. He’s a bit old for me but that just made me feel like a naughty girl, so I decided to give him a dinner to remember. After a couple cocktails I started rubbing his leg with mine, and you should have seen his face flush! Then I reached under the table and gave his knee a little squeeze - I thought he was going to choke on his crab stuffed mushrooms Obviously I got the contract - and a bonus I can spend at the spa!
A Simple Wager
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Brad was one of my trainees at the pharmaceutical company we both worked for. Now, I have control over my sales district, so ultimately the deal was mine, but I could have given him the commission at my discretion. Truth was, he was a smarmy short bastard who always rubbed me the wrong way, and I wasn’t feeling particularly generous. But I do love playing games, so I decided to teach him a lesson.
“I tell you what, Brad. I’ll suck your dick - if you can last forty-five minutes, then you’ve got the deal.” Wide-eyed and wordlessly, he walked backward to his chair, sat down and slowly undid his pants, unsure if I was serious, but not willing to open his mouth and mess up a free blowjob!
For such a short guy, his cock was enormous - it felt like I had to unhinge my jaw to fit it in! But I wasn’t going to let him think I couldn’t do it - I started sucking on his throbbing manhood, convinced that I could get that tree-trunk of a cock to blow down my throat.
During that long, slow blowjob, I did everything I have been taught over the years by the men in my life when it comes to blowjobs. I deep throated that monster, licked the vein, sucked his balls, fingered his prostate, everything. And I admit, it turned me on. Soon, I pulled off my lace panties from under my skirt, and devoted one hand to fingering myself as he face-fucked my mouth.
Drenched in sweat and groaning so loudly that the rest of the office could hear him, he finally erupted in my mouth. Eruption is an apt word, because he came and came and came - I swear he must have spilled a gallon of cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop - I wasn’t about to get any semen on my $400 blouse.
Looking at the clock, I saw that over two hours had passed - it was almost time for the sales presentation! True to my word, I offered it to Brad - he had more than passed the test, but covered in sweat and naked from the waist down, he just waved the prize off. Oh well, more cash for me!
My Backstage All Access Pass
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The energy at a concert is always fantastic. Now I’ve never been much into rock music (I like salsa more) but when Petra won two tickets to a local rock band performance, I went with her. The lead singer on stage really captivated me; he wasn’t the best singer but he prowled the stage like an animal and he kept eying the two of us in the front row and licking his lips. When a security guard came over and offered us backstage passes, I was ready to go! We waited in his dressing room and were giddy like a couple of high school girls. When he came in and dropped in between us on the leather couch, we were all over him like two starving tigers on a t-bone steak, and before long those leather pants were off and he was showing us what really made him a rock star!
First Time in Nipple Clamps
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My nipples have always been a source of intense sexual stimulation for me. I remember messing around with my first boyfriends, and when they would go for my breasts, I would always let them fondle and suckle on my nipples. But my first experience with another woman in college would leave me with a lifelong fascination with nipple stimulation.
She was older than me, a junior to my freshman, but we wound up in the same room. It seemed like she had a different date each night, and even though I was very pretty and popular, it seemed like EVERY guy on campus knew her. She was out of the room, more than in. I’m pretty sure I barely met her during the first quarter, but a fateful discovery in one of her dresser drawers would make us lovers for many years.
She was a bit of, how should I say - a slob. I’m very particular about my surroundings, and after several weeks of having clothing strewn about the room, I resolved to just do the laundry and put the room back in order. It wasn’t like she was there anyway; if it was more my space than hers, she shouldn’t mind if I actually do her chores. So it took me all afternoon, I had seven baskets worth of laundry to fold and put away if you can believe it - rich girls like us have a lot of clothes. I got them folded, and opened the bottom drawer of her dresser to put away a batch, and there I saw it: her collection of sex toys.
By now, you know that I use a lot of sex toys - a LOT. Back then, though, I had never even seen a vibrator, much less a set of nipple clamps, but it didn’t take much to put two plus two and figure out what they did! Being tired, lonely, and a bit grimy from all that laundry had my censors down; when I saw those toys, I got so wet, I’m surprised there wasn’t a spot on the rug! I figured she wouldn’t get home, so I clamped those on (way too hard, lol) and got that vibrator out, turned it on, and proceeded to frig myself silly, moaning and groaning, naked on the floor.
Of course, like clockwork, she walked in just as I was in the middle of my second orgasm. I wanted to curl up and die, but she closed the door, grabbed that vibrator that was still in me, and started to push it in and out rapidly. I came in less than five seconds, as she shoved her tongue down my throat. I think I missed a good two weeks of classes as we spent the following days experimenting in every way with each other. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to call a catch up with someone special. 
Bellboy gets a better tip
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If there’s one thing I love about business trips, it’s room service. Really good food (usually, anyway) delivered right to your room by sexy young men. Sometimes, when they knock on the door I greet them in a bathrobe and a smile - it’s always fun to see how they will react. And once I got more of a reaction than I expected! This enterprising young college boy gave me this evil little smile, then walked in and put the tray on the bed. Rather than putting his hand out for a tip, he put his arms behind his back and stood “at ease”. Confused, I asked him “Ummm… did you need anything else?” And he just smiled when he said “No, but I get the feeling that you do.” Then he reached down and unzipped his trouser, exposing an absolutely massive rock hard cock. I was so excited I dropped to my knees and gave him a much better tip than I originally planned!
