Session with Mistress - A BDSM Story

Submitted by Slaveash

It was quite bright when I got out of my house and looked around. There are not many people on the street. It had stopped snowing a few weeks before; you could still feel the nip in the air. My hands were shaking while locking the door. This had less to do with the cold and more out of apprehension of being seen. I was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. I was wearing a long overcoat over a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. I had put on my blue 6” stilettos.  Under my clothes I was wearing matching black bra, black lace panties and black lace garter belt holding up my fishnet stockings on my newly shaved legs. I had a medium size anal plug up my rear. I was now ready to meet my Mistress.

I walked to the bus stop and to wait in queue for the bus, with full my concentration on walking properly in these heels. This was a part of my obedience training. I was to take public transport to mistress’s dungeon. Mistress had given me an option of wearing a knee length pleated skirt or 20 stokes of the cane. I decided on the latter. I was not gaining any extra credits today.

It was still early in the day and there was only a lady ahead of me. She smiled at me and we made small conversation on the weather and the transportation network. Her eyes suddenly spotted my shoes, and she gave me an all knowing smile. I continued speaking on the bus network, blushing with embarrassment. I thought I was saved when the bus arrived, but my anxiety only grew when I saw a group of 4 teenage girls in the bus. I quickly found a seat in the front of the bus and sat down. Only then I realised how high the jeans hike up when I sat. I heard one of the girls exclaim loudly. I could see the 4 of them looking in my direction, whispering in each ones ear and giggling. I looked towards them and tried to smile, which made them burst out in laughter. I must have turned a deeper shade of red. My destination bus stop could not have come any sooner. I rushed out of the bus and started walking towards my mistress’s dungeon. What would usually take me around 10 minutes to cover the distance, took me twice as much today while walking in heels with a butt plug up my ass.

When a contract ruins your life. BDSM Story - The Contract

“The Contract” by marco may

I awoke in darkness, a hood tied over my head and face. I sat in a chair, my hands tied behind me. The room was cold and damp and I was dressed only in my underwear. Suddenly I heard the loud, unmistakable sound of clicking heels…louder and louder…and then they stopped. I heard breathing and a soft moan: “Mmmmmm, look at my helpless slave, ready for his fate.” A hand ripped off my hood. My eyes adjusted to the light and I gasped at the stunning, powerful figure before me. I had never seen anyone like her…there she stood, towering over me in a long leather coat. She smiled down at me, and then let the coat drop to the floor. I nearly fainted at the sight – A beautiful, powerful woman who made my heart race – she wore the tightest-cinched corset I had ever seen – it gave her a wasp-like waist and pushed her breasts up … they were nearly spilling out of her corset. Her magnificent, toned legs were covered in fishnet stockings with multiple garter suspenders. Her legs were endless and strong, accentuated by sky-high, steel-tipped heels. Her eyes sparkled with evil and power. Where was I – and why?

A Story By Suzann to Mistress

A Story submitted by Suzann....

 

 

I am standing In front of a mirror in the bedroom of a  woman  whose house I rent a room  in. I am wearing her black  nylon panties with lacy insets thinking I am alone in the house.

I suddenly hear a laugh and turn towards the door and see her standing  with a smirk on her face  I am so embarrassed  that I am paralyzed. I  start staring  at the floor afraid to meet her eyes but I know I must look up . I hear her walk towards me. She is older and  very elegant  and I knew she would have  glamorous panties and  even though I fought the urge, I knew it was only a matter of time till I snuck into her bedroom. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't stop myself. 

Now I must face her and the fact that I am a sneaky underwear thief . She gave me a slap on the face and it made me look up. I was scared but She  was grinning .  Not much of bulge in the front panty boy. She said. She then pulled the panties down and looked at my undersized penis. Oh my god ! She exclaimed. You're  hardly even a man with a dick like that. No wonder you want to wear  my underwear.. You're  even more of girly boy than I first thought.   Even so I can't have you sneaking around my room.. My things are my things and you have no right to be in here... I started to apologise profusely.. I am so sorry Mrs Lee..I really am I won't do it again   I promise..   while I was apologising I heard the click of a camera phones and I thought  Oh No this can go out on the internet I looked  over  to her as she was snapping away and smiling evilly. Please don't send those out Mrs Lee .I was close to tears and begging. She then said I like embarrassing people.

I  Know a few of your friends on the Internet as well as your employer. I could really see to it that you'd be blushing in public for a long time . I could also call the police and say you were in my room trying to steal  I wouldn't be lying you did take a pair of my panties. I  could only beg her  for forgiveness and I kept it  up. A litany of I am sorry ,Please let me make it up to you, I won't ever do anything like this again. I really needed the room that she let me rent. I couldn't possibly afford  anything else in this town and  I need to be here to work  a job I had just started . A job with a future. SO I  was in dire straits and I told her and begged her. She just looked at me with an indifferent look.. Then  asked me if I always wore women's clothes and stressed that she wanted the truth  or   it would not go well for me. I said that  I really didn't but that I thought of it a lot.. So you like  wearing panties . Do you wearing bras and slips? She   asked. I nodded  She snapped A nod is not an answer! Say it! I said I like wearing slips and bras. And panties she demanded. Yes Mrs lee I like wearing panties.   I suddenly realised  she is videoing me but I had no choice but to go along. Good girl she said.  I felt a thrill at being called a girl by this very feminine and elegant lady and was surprised by it as well considering the circumstances. She said   I have always  liked you.  I thought you were a nice young man slim and  not too masculine perhaps you can now be a nice young lady for me as I think we can both benefit from this turn of events. You can be a girl while you are here and I can use you as a maid or an errand girl.    I entertain a lot people in my  job and some of them I know are quite kinky..  A little sissymaid at some of my parties may go over well. I knew she had a high powered sales job that she was very good at.. I also knew I had to agree but at the same time I was aroused.  I   was going to nod but then said Of course Mrs Lee anything I can do to help.  She seemed pleased. Then looked at me sternly  If one of my  clients wants to fondle your ass while you're serving drinks you had better giggle and put up with it... I was a little bit dismayed I never thought about sex with men.  Huh Sissy she demanded.. I knew I had to agree and was worried why I was feeling frisky. Yes Mrs Lee I said. Mrs Lee then added I have a lot of gay and bi clients as well  some very kinky older women and you're going to be a darling to them.  Aren't you sweetie ?  I hope it won't entail me having sex with them I  said . Wondering where I found the courage..

Mrs Lee gave me a very stern look. It will if I say so sissy. Trust me sissy if you like wearing panties you won't mind getting on your knees once in a while. After all I wear panties and I had to do it... Do you think you're better. ? Do you?  I had to say no.. Say it again She demanded.. No Mrs lee  I am not better than you.  She then rubbed my cheek with her hand.. I can find a dildo for you to practise on cutie and we can practise makeup and walking in heels and curtsying . You'll be glad to know I'll get you the girliest panties I can find along with  some knockout sissymaid outfits. You won't have to pay it will be a business expense for me.. . I Knew that I should thank her and I did.  She winked at me.  Don't worry sissypoo she said You'll  more than earn it back for me

The Commanding Mistress - A story by My Forced Fem Slut

I carefully read through Mistress Leyla’s website and can feel myself coming under Her commanding spell, I know I must submit myself to Her for whatever purpose She may desire. I obediently fill in the application forms and wait with baited breath for my reply. I have to wait for what seems an eternity as every day I check my emails in the hope that Lady Leyla will of found me interesting and intriguing enough to grant me Her time. Finally I receive Her email and I am filled with nervous anticipation and a slight sense of foreboding as I read it. The lady has decided to grant me permission to serve and as my first task I must give Her a call on a set time and date to speak further of my duties and to arrange a suitable time for my first session. I cannot wait to talk to my now Mistress although when I do call I’m a bag of nerves and shaking as I hold the phone listening to Her silky smooth yet demanding voice.

We arrange a suitable day for my first visit to Lady Leyla and am told to expect an email beforehand. Next morning my email has arrived and it transpires Lady Leyla has definite plans for me and has taken into account what I have told Her of myself. I am instructed to purchase a pair of pink frilly girly knickers, black opaque hold up stockings, some rather slutty looking shoes with a higher than average heel and an inflatable butt-plug. This I do obediently although I am now beginning to wonder just what I have let myself in for?!

Jeremy & Mistress Leyla

Submitted by jeremy himself:

Jeremy has quite an important job in industry but whenever possible he likes to be reminded of his school days where the housemistress in charge of his boarding house was extremely beautiful but also very strict and vindictive.  She was a firm believer in the value of corporal punishment for naughty boys.  From time to time Mistress Leyla helps Jeremy relive his schooldays.

Mistress Leyla is her usual elegant and disdainful self in her role as Jeremy's housemistress.  She is wearing a white blouse and a short black skirt and her elegant legs are covered with nylon stockings.  Her black high - heeled shoes have spiky high heels.  Jeremy knows he is in love with her but fears her ruthlessness and her punishments.

On arrival he is sent to change into his school uniform of a grey shirt, a striped school tie and short grey trousers.  He shivers as he taps gently at Mistress Leyla's door.

'You're late boy' snaps Mistress Leyla reaching for the rubber soled plimsole - mostly called 'the slipper' in schoolboy language - with which she dispenses justice.

Dear Mistress from Your most humble slave Paul

Your Ladyship has instructed me to attend at a particular time, with the promise of "something special, which You are sure will intrigue me".

When I ring Your doorbell, I am immediately amazed by Your Astounding Beauty, as you stand at the door dressed in a wonderful filmy dress, very sheer stockings and extremely high-heeled boots. You lean forward and with a flick You embroil my neck with Your long whip. As I stand there, helpless within Your power, You blindfold and gag me, and lead me I know not where within Your lair. I am instructed to strip - very quickly, or else I will feel the sting of Your whip - and while I am stripping, I am aware of another presence in Your chamber.

I am commanded to kneel, and I feel someone else kneeling close beside me. My right hand is bound to this other person's right hand around their waist, and their left hand is bound to my left around my waist. Our ankles next to each other are then bound together and nipple clamps are attached to both my nipples, and I can feel nipple chains and clamps being connected to the other person. As we kneel, You command us to present our arses high in the air, and start chastising us with increasing vigour, with canes, paddles and increasing sizes of whips. Neither of us knows who is to receive each blow, but as we scream inwardly within our gags, the other shares in the agony through our joint bondage as we twitch and leap within our bonds. Eventually, when we are reduced to a whimpering heap of intertwined bodies, You graciously remove our gags and blindfolds, and I realise I am sharing my bondage with a gorgeous red-head.

You grasp the chains connecting our nipples and force us to kneel at Your feet, where we are commanded to worship Your Glorious Body, still bound together, starting at Your Tiny Toes, and working up to Your Perfect Pussy, and Your Amazing Arse, which we are commanded to lick out until You are satisfied. After some minutes, during which I hope we have entirely satisfied Your desires, You leave us kneeling in trepidation. When we had reached half way up Your leg, I stole a quick kiss from my companion slave, but You have seen this happen, and we are left with the knowledge that we can expect further punishment when

You return.

I await whatever punishment You choose to deal out to me

Your most humble slave Paul

The BDSM Test Is the Get-To-Know-Your-Kink Diagnostic So Many Sexologists Recommend - or is it?

 

 

BDSM is a tidy acronym for a broad range of sexual preferences that relate to physical control, usually broken into six components, “bondage and discipline, domination and submission, and sadism and masochism,” according to Ali Hebert and Angela Weaver, professors in the department of psychology at St. Francis Xavier University, writing in the Canadian Journal of Human Sexuality. And it can be a safe, consensual avenue for exploring the kinks that comprise your unique sexual fingerprint. But for the uninitiated, BDSM can conjure images of how it’s portrayed in pop culture—and let’s just say, Fifty Shades of Grey is not it. Sexologists and sex educators say that IRL BDSM is more about communication with yourself and your partner than it is about Red Rooms of Pain. And to get that conversation started, there’s an online BDSM test that can help you safely learn your tastes.