i am humbly honored that You have added me to your friends, AND mentioned me in your journal as a slave slut who knows how to begin to follow Your instructions. i hope that i may eventually find one way to please You.
i was reading your profile & journal and thinking about what stories You may enjoy. Mind You, i will not tell You BS stories, only true kinky adventures of real experiences i have had in the past.
Hello, i’m a submissive CD named Francine, but as a true Goddess, You may call me ‘slut’ or ‘worthless piece of shit’ or anything that You like. i was given this name by my first Domme, Ms. Victoria from Bay area. i began seeing her when i lived in Torrance CA in 1989. i was a naive cum dog-piggie, piece of shit, who showed up at Their dungeon expecting to get a BJ for cheap. ha what a fool She made of me. Mistress Victoria was tall, and grand with wide matronly hips and very round bottom, but definately not overweight or otherwise ill-proportioned. In my first glance at Her, i melted, as She walked slowly and purposefuly into the greeting parlor to claim me for Her piece of shit for the afternoon. She was wearing a black lace babydoll, and boudoir lace gown over it. Her long legs were adorned with black cuban-back seamed stockings with a red stripe down the back seam. When She walked into the room on her 5″ stilletto heels, Her graceful sway was perfectly rhythmic and poetic in its beauty. i was enchanted, and immediately thinking like a little piggie, wanting release to serve my own satisfactions. She commanded me “Follow me, and keep your eyes on the ground only! Do you understand Me boi? i replied, yes, and was prepared to do as told but she turned abruptly around and slapped me on the face. i was in shock, nothing in Her smooth and graceful entry had hinted at this rapid & sharp response. you will address Me as Mistress Victoria at all times, and you will speak to me only when spoken to. Now get your filthy eyes of off me you stupid asshole, do you understand Me? Yes Mistress Victoria, i understand You entirely! my how did She know me so well. How did She know me better than i knew myself it seemed. i had arrived feeling grand and confident that i was going to be pleasured and in ecstacy , when in less than 2 minutes i was humiliated, degraded, slapped, commanded, and LOVING it since it all came from this beautiful Goddess.
She escorted me to a parlor room with paisley purple and black drapes, and a king sized bed covered with a dark red velvet bedspread. She sat on the edge of the bed and told me to close the door and stand facing towards the wall while She interviewed me. She asked me one preliminary question “What did you come here for”….. i was looking for sex Ms. Vict… “SHUT UP YOU STUPID ASSHOLE’. YOU MAKE ME SICK, THE ONLY SEX YOU WILL GET HERE TODAY IS IF I BRING MY DOG IN HERE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME SLUT? i replied “Yes i do, Ms Victoria” Now, that it is apparent to me that you are an ignorant dirty pig, who has no training and no idea of how to behave in the presence of a Lady, then I do not feel inclined to waste my time with you anymore today. Good bye, piggie boy. She left the room.
…. i stood facing the wall, wondering, waiting, hoping i would get a second chance to remedy my errors…. it did not come.
…..after what must have been 15 minutes or more, a very large person entered the room, i wasn’t looking but i was aware that whomever it was was quite large, as the floor boards creaked at their every step. i smelled a dusky perfume, not pleasant, and overpowering. then a hand reached between my legs from behind and grabbed my balls with a fierce yank and a nasty laugh she said “Hello, big boy, I’m Marcella and you are going to have fun with me today! ” god, i turned in shock, and horror that turned to painful agony when i looked at the hag. i wanted to leave in a sprint but that would have been even more painful, as she hadn’t released her grip on me yet. “Oh my, that’s great” i said, what do you do? “I’m the fucking plumber what do think i do asshole, i clean up after shit like you around here”. “Oh thank you, but at the moment you have quite a grip on me, and i’d really like to use the mens room, please.” Marcella laughed, and released her grip, and pointed to the side room, “Its over there sweet ass, and hurry up!” when i came back from the bathroom i was relieved to see that she had seated herself at the side arm chair, and was not planning on attacking me any more, for the moment.
“Marcella likes her young boys to take care of business without any bullshit, if you know what i mean, big boy” ….”Hmmm, sure, i guess so, what would you like”
“I’ve got an itchy pussy, and it needs to be scratched, but i can’t get that fucking dildo up there far enough.” You look like you’ve got nice strong arms, there sailor boy, now get ahold of that thing and come over here.” hmmm, i don’t know where the hell this things been lately, but it seems there’s only one way out of here today and its going to be Marcella’s way. “ok Mistress Marcella, how …. she exploded in laughter, “oh thank heavens, a real gentleman finally, calls me Mistress and all. Shut up you idiot and get that dildo over here now, what are doing standing there with it, there ain’t no fucking instructions book.” well i’m not sure that i want to remember much of that first afternoon with Marcella, but there are some things i’ll never forget, like the smell of old unbathed rotten pussy and the moaning ball of fat that was squirming around on top of that dildo like she was at a rodeo ride. god i was nauseous and wanting to get the hell out of there. Marcella it seems was not satisfied with over half an hour of slamming and deep thrusts, she wanted more and was not going to stop. i was limp and dissapointed feeling like a stupid shit, and wondering if i would get a refund for my $250 ….idiot. Finally Marcella seemed to be done. She was sweating and smiling at me in a way that made me really nervous. i had to service the lady before i could go, she liked to suck cum from a real cock before she could go back to work. god it was just my lucky day, asshole. there was just something completely disgusting about seeing this woman slobbering on my last vestige of manhood, while she cooed and rocked with the dildo still stuck deep between her folds. to make things worse, i couldn’t shoot a load if i’d had a barrel of black powder with me that day, she was just a sight to shrivel a prune. finally i was released. finally i got free from the desparate grips of this leviathan maiden. finally i could leave this dungeon and never come back again….idiot
one week later i called to the house again to speak to “a Lady” The attendant asked if i had been there before,. Yes. And your name please. then she paused, “One moment” Mistress Victoria picked up the phone, and cooed softly over the other end of the line, “How are you doing today Francine? my i haven’t seen you in so long.” That was it, i took off work early and was there in less than 1/2 an hour. i am the steppenwolf, i thought, the lone wolf of the plains.
……i’d love to tell You all about my many sessions of training with Mistress Victoria, how she had me dressed in cheap garage sale dresses and dirty wigs while i watched Her sit on the bed. How i bathed Her feet and massaged Her ankles and legs to the knees, but never allowed to touch Her above the knees. this went on for 4 sessions, all at my expense, never a release for the little piggie. i would go home and beat off like a savage man-pig all the time dreaming about someday kissing Her, or more…. dreaming about that fragrant Woman with the round hips and beautiful voluptuous breasts, that i would never seem to get near, much less even touch them. someday, i will earn the privilege to speak to this Beautiful Goddess.
,,,,,She would rather hit me with a bat, beat me until my manly parts are reduced to a reddish purple mush, then kick me in the ass on my way out the door. And i will LOVE it, i will come back again, crawling, begging for more, like the hungry wolf at Her altar of Beauty.
Hello Mistress,
i am humbly honored that You have added me to your friends, AND mentioned me in your journal as a slave slut who knows how to begin to follow Your instructions. i hope that i may eventually find one way to please You.
i was reading your profile & journal and thinking about what stories You may enjoy. Mind You, i will not tell You BS stories, only true kinky adventures of real experiences i have had in the past.
Hello, i’m a submissive CD named Francine, but as a true Goddess, You may call me ‘slut’ or ‘worthless piece of shit’ or anything that You like. i was given this name by my first Domme, Ms. Victoria from Bay area. i began seeing her when i lived in Torrance CA in 1989. i was a naive cum dog-piggie, piece of shit, who showed up at Their dungeon expecting to get a BJ for cheap. ha what a fool She made of me. Mistress Victoria was tall, and grand with wide matronly hips and very round bottom, but definately not overweight or otherwise ill-proportioned. In my first glance at Her, i melted, as She walked slowly and purposefuly into the greeting parlor to claim me for Her piece of shit for the afternoon. She was wearing a black lace babydoll, and boudoir lace gown over it. Her long legs were adorned with black cuban-back seamed stockings with a red stripe down the back seam. When She walked into the room on her 5″ stilletto heels, Her graceful sway was perfectly rhythmic and poetic in its beauty. i was enchanted, and immediately thinking like a little piggie, wanting release to serve my own satisfactions. She commanded me “Follow me, and keep your eyes on the ground only! Do you understand Me boi? i replied, yes, and was prepared to do as told but she turned abruptly around and slapped me on the face. i was in shock, nothing in Her smooth and graceful entry had hinted at this rapid & sharp response. you will address Me as Mistress Victoria at all times, and you will speak to me only when spoken to. Now get your filthy eyes of off me you stupid asshole, do you understand Me? Yes Mistress Victoria, i understand You entirely! my how did She know me so well. How did She know me better than i knew myself it seemed. i had arrived feeling grand and confident that i was going to be pleasured and in ecstacy , when in less than 2 minutes i was humiliated, degraded, slapped, commanded, and LOVING it since it all came from this beautiful Goddess.
She escorted me to a parlor room with paisley purple and black drapes, and a king sized bed covered with a dark red velvet bedspread. She sat on the edge of the bed and told me to close the door and stand facing towards the wall while She interviewed me. She asked me one preliminary question “What did you come here for”….. i was looking for sex Ms. Vict… “SHUT UP YOU STUPID ASSHOLE’. YOU MAKE ME SICK, THE ONLY SEX YOU WILL GET HERE TODAY IS IF I BRING MY DOG IN HERE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME SLUT? i replied “Yes i do, Ms Victoria” Now, that it is apparent to me that you are an ignorant dirty pig, who has no training and no idea of how to behave in the presence of a Lady, then I do not feel inclined to waste my time with you anymore today. Good bye, piggie boy. She left the room.
…. i stood facing the wall, wondering, waiting, hoping i would get a second chance to remedy my errors…. it did not come.
…..after what must have been 15 minutes or more, a very large person entered the room, i wasn’t looking but i was aware that whomever it was was quite large, as the floor boards creaked at their every step. i smelled a dusky perfume, not pleasant, and overpowering. then a hand reached between my legs from behind and grabbed my balls with a fierce yank and a nasty laugh she said “Hello, big boy, I’m Marcella and you are going to have fun with me today! ” god, i turned in shock, and horror that turned to painful agony when i looked at the hag. i wanted to leave in a sprint but that would have been even more painful, as she hadn’t released her grip on me yet. “Oh my, that’s great” i said, what do you do? “I’m the fucking plumber what do think i do asshole, i clean up after shit like you around here”. “Oh thank you, but at the moment you have quite a grip on me, and i’d really like to use the mens room, please.” Marcella laughed, and released her grip, and pointed to the side room, “Its over there sweet ass, and hurry up!” when i came back from the bathroom i was relieved to see that she had seated herself at the side arm chair, and was not planning on attacking me any more, for the moment.
“Marcella likes her young boys to take care of business without any bullshit, if you know what i mean, big boy” ….”Hmmm, sure, i guess so, what would you like”
“I’ve got an itchy pussy, and it needs to be scratched, but i can’t get that fucking dildo up there far enough.” You look like you’ve got nice strong arms, there sailor boy, now get ahold of that thing and come over here.” hmmm, i don’t know where the hell this things been lately, but it seems there’s only one way out of here today and its going to be Marcella’s way. “ok Mistress Marcella, how …. she exploded in laughter, “oh thank heavens, a real gentleman finally, calls me Mistress and all. Shut up you idiot and get that dildo over here now, what are doing standing there with it, there ain’t no fucking instructions book.” well i’m not sure that i want to remember much of that first afternoon with Marcella, but there are some things i’ll never forget, like the smell of old unbathed rotten pussy and the moaning ball of fat that was squirming around on top of that dildo like she was at a rodeo ride. god i was nauseous and wanting to get the hell out of there. Marcella it seems was not satisfied with over half an hour of slamming and deep thrusts, she wanted more and was not going to stop. i was limp and dissapointed feeling like a stupid shit, and wondering if i would get a refund for my $250 ….idiot. Finally Marcella seemed to be done. She was sweating and smiling at me in a way that made me really nervous. i had to service the lady before i could go, she liked to suck cum from a real cock before she could go back to work. god it was just my lucky day, asshole. there was just something completely disgusting about seeing this woman slobbering on my last vestige of manhood, while she cooed and rocked with the dildo still stuck deep between her folds. to make things worse, i couldn’t shoot a load if i’d had a barrel of black powder with me that day, she was just a sight to shrivel a prune. finally i was released. finally i got free from the desparate grips of this leviathan maiden. finally i could leave this dungeon and never come back again….idiot
one week later i called to the house again to speak to “a Lady” The attendant asked if i had been there before,. Yes. And your name please. then she paused, “One moment” Mistress Victoria picked up the phone, and cooed softly over the other end of the line, “How are you doing today Francine? my i haven’t seen you in so long.” That was it, i took off work early and was there in less than 1/2 an hour. i am the steppenwolf, i thought, the lone wolf of the plains.
……i’d love to tell You all about my many sessions of training with Mistress Victoria, how she had me dressed in cheap garage sale dresses and dirty wigs while i watched Her sit on the bed. How i bathed Her feet and massaged Her ankles and legs to the knees, but never allowed to touch Her above the knees. this went on for 4 sessions, all at my expense, never a release for the little piggie. i would go home and beat off like a savage man-pig all the time dreaming about someday kissing Her, or more…. dreaming about that fragrant Woman with the round hips and beautiful voluptuous breasts, that i would never seem to get near, much less even touch them. someday, i will earn the privilege to speak to this Beautiful Goddess.
,,,,,She would rather hit me with a bat, beat me until my manly parts are reduced to a reddish purple mush, then kick me in the ass on my way out the door. And i will LOVE it, i will come back again, crawling, begging for more, like the hungry wolf at Her altar of Beauty.
i am humbly honored that You have added me to your friends, AND mentioned me in your journal as a slave slut who knows how to begin to follow Your instructions. i hope that i may eventually find one way to please You.
i was reading your profile & journal and thinking about what stories You may enjoy. Mind You, i will not tell You BS stories, only true kinky adventures of real experiences i have had in the past.
Hello, i’m a submissive CD named Francine, but as a true Goddess, You may call me ‘slut’ or ‘worthless piece of shit’ or anything that You like. i was given this name by my first Domme, Ms. Victoria from Bay area. i began seeing her when i lived in Torrance CA in 1989. i was a naive cum dog-piggie, piece of shit, who showed up at Their dungeon expecting to get a BJ for cheap. ha what a fool She made of me. Mistress Victoria was tall, and grand with wide matronly hips and very round bottom, but definately not overweight or otherwise ill-proportioned. In my first glance at Her, i melted, as She walked slowly and purposefuly into the greeting parlor to claim me for Her piece of shit for the afternoon. She was wearing a black lace babydoll, and boudoir lace gown over it. Her long legs were adorned with black cuban-back seamed stockings with a red stripe down the back seam. When She walked into the room on her 5″ stilletto heels, Her graceful sway was perfectly rhythmic and poetic in its beauty. i was enchanted, and immediately thinking like a little piggie, wanting release to serve my own satisfactions. She commanded me “Follow me, and keep your eyes on the ground only! Do you understand Me boi? i replied, yes, and was prepared to do as told but she turned abruptly around and slapped me on the face. i was in shock, nothing in Her smooth and graceful entry had hinted at this rapid & sharp response. you will address Me as Mistress Victoria at all times, and you will speak to me only when spoken to. Now get your filthy eyes of off me you stupid asshole, do you understand Me? Yes Mistress Victoria, i understand You entirely! my how did She know me so well. How did She know me better than i knew myself it seemed. i had arrived feeling grand and confident that i was going to be pleasured and in ecstacy , when in less than 2 minutes i was humiliated, degraded, slapped, commanded, and LOVING it since it all came from this beautiful Goddess.
She escorted me to a parlor room with paisley purple and black drapes, and a king sized bed covered with a dark red velvet bedspread. She sat on the edge of the bed and told me to close the door and stand facing towards the wall while She interviewed me. She asked me one preliminary question “What did you come here for”….. i was looking for sex Ms. Vict… “SHUT UP YOU STUPID ASSHOLE’. YOU MAKE ME SICK, THE ONLY SEX YOU WILL GET HERE TODAY IS IF I BRING MY DOG IN HERE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME SLUT? i replied “Yes i do, Ms Victoria” Now, that it is apparent to me that you are an ignorant dirty pig, who has no training and no idea of how to behave in the presence of a Lady, then I do not feel inclined to waste my time with you anymore today. Good bye, piggie boy. She left the room.
…. i stood facing the wall, wondering, waiting, hoping i would get a second chance to remedy my errors…. it did not come.
…..after what must have been 15 minutes or more, a very large person entered the room, i wasn’t looking but i was aware that whomever it was was quite large, as the floor boards creaked at their every step. i smelled a dusky perfume, not pleasant, and overpowering. then a hand reached between my legs from behind and grabbed my balls with a fierce yank and a nasty laugh she said “Hello, big boy, I’m Marcella and you are going to have fun with me today! ” god, i turned in shock, and horror that turned to painful agony when i looked at the hag. i wanted to leave in a sprint but that would have been even more painful, as she hadn’t released her grip on me yet. “Oh my, that’s great” i said, what do you do? “I’m the fucking plumber what do think i do asshole, i clean up after shit like you around here”. “Oh thank you, but at the moment you have quite a grip on me, and i’d really like to use the mens room, please.” Marcella laughed, and released her grip, and pointed to the side room, “Its over there sweet ass, and hurry up!” when i came back from the bathroom i was relieved to see that she had seated herself at the side arm chair, and was not planning on attacking me any more, for the moment.
“Marcella likes her young boys to take care of business without any bullshit, if you know what i mean, big boy” ….”Hmmm, sure, i guess so, what would you like”
“I’ve got an itchy pussy, and it needs to be scratched, but i can’t get that fucking dildo up there far enough.” You look like you’ve got nice strong arms, there sailor boy, now get ahold of that thing and come over here.” hmmm, i don’t know where the hell this things been lately, but it seems there’s only one way out of here today and its going to be Marcella’s way. “ok Mistress Marcella, how …. she exploded in laughter, “oh thank heavens, a real gentleman finally, calls me Mistress and all. Shut up you idiot and get that dildo over here now, what are doing standing there with it, there ain’t no fucking instructions book.” well i’m not sure that i want to remember much of that first afternoon with Marcella, but there are some things i’ll never forget, like the smell of old unbathed rotten pussy and the moaning ball of fat that was squirming around on top of that dildo like she was at a rodeo ride. god i was nauseous and wanting to get the hell out of there. Marcella it seems was not satisfied with over half an hour of slamming and deep thrusts, she wanted more and was not going to stop. i was limp and dissapointed feeling like a stupid shit, and wondering if i would get a refund for my $250 ….idiot. Finally Marcella seemed to be done. She was sweating and smiling at me in a way that made me really nervous. i had to service the lady before i could go, she liked to suck cum from a real cock before she could go back to work. god it was just my lucky day, asshole. there was just something completely disgusting about seeing this woman slobbering on my last vestige of manhood, while she cooed and rocked with the dildo still stuck deep between her folds. to make things worse, i couldn’t shoot a load if i’d had a barrel of black powder with me that day, she was just a sight to shrivel a prune. finally i was released. finally i got free from the desparate grips of this leviathan maiden. finally i could leave this dungeon and never come back again….idiot
one week later i called to the house again to speak to “a Lady” The attendant asked if i had been there before,. Yes. And your name please. then she paused, “One moment” Mistress Victoria picked up the phone, and cooed softly over the other end of the line, “How are you doing today Francine? my i haven’t seen you in so long.” That was it, i took off work early and was there in less than 1/2 an hour. i am the steppenwolf, i thought, the lone wolf of the plains.
……i’d love to tell You all about my many sessions of training with Mistress Victoria, how she had me dressed in cheap garage sale dresses and dirty wigs while i watched Her sit on the bed. How i bathed Her feet and massaged Her ankles and legs to the knees, but never allowed to touch Her above the knees. this went on for 4 sessions, all at my expense, never a release for the little piggie. i would go home and beat off like a savage man-pig all the time dreaming about someday kissing Her, or more…. dreaming about that fragrant Woman with the round hips and beautiful voluptuous breasts, that i would never seem to get near, much less even touch them. someday, i will earn the privilege to speak to this Beautiful Goddess.
,,,,,She would rather hit me with a bat, beat me until my manly parts are reduced to a reddish purple mush, then kick me in the ass on my way out the door. And i will LOVE it, i will come back again, crawling, begging for more, like the hungry wolf at Her altar of Beauty.
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