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by Amira Bradford


  "Yes Mistress."

  "And how you have taken me for granted and been selfish and childish in your behavior?" Mistress taps her whip across her hands lightly. "Answer me quickly sub."

  Blushing, sub says, "Yes Mistress but do all of these people have to hear me? I am embarrassed already..."

  Mistress smacks her sub hard across the balls with the whip. "That's enough. Do you want to leave? Get your clothes back on and walk out of here then. Now."

  "No Mistress," sub begs. "No please, please punish me. I know I deserve it and I am so lucky. You know what is best and I beg you to always tell me what to do."

  "That's better," Mistress says. "You may get down on your knees and kiss my feet for a moment."

  "Oh thank you Mistress," sub drops to his knees and kisses his Mistress' wonderful feet.

  "Don't look at my feet you pathetic little slut," Mistress sneers. "Look at them," she points to the growing crowd against the wall.

  Horrified, sub looks and sees half a dozen people watching his humiliation. His shame grows because he also feels that his cock is beginning to grow again. He is ashamed that he can't stop being excited.

  Mistress reaches for her lotion and her buttplug . "I'm not sure you deserve an ass fucking sub."

  "Oh Mistress, please, I beg you, I know I have been bad and I want everyone here to see me worship You and obey You."

  Mistress reaches around behind her sub. "Don't make a sound or I will stop and walk out." With that, she shoves the buttplug hard and deep into her sub's lubed ass. He winces in pain and pleasure but keeps silent with effort. "That's good," she says sweetly, rubbing his face with her free hand. "You may look at my beautiful breasts now sub."

  "Oh thank you," sub looks longingly at Mistress' cleavage and feels the butt plug in and out of his ass. He is fighting the urge to get fully erect.

  Mistress looks at his cock and laughs, "Your little cock is getting stiff. You like this don't you my sub slut?"

  Sub feels humiliated and aroused, especially in front of the growing crowd. "Yes mistress," he says quietly.

  "I can't hear you," Mistress says with a laugh. "Should I stop?"

  Louder, sub says, "No Mistress I love it, please keep fucking your badly behaved sub in the ass."

  "You are learning," Mistress says. "You may suck my nipple for a moment after you put on your cock ring."

  Sub puts the cock ring on.

  "Step forward," Mistress says. She then ties sub up with his ankle and wrist restraints. She also puts a blindfold over sub's face. "Do exactly as I say or I will leave you here alone and tied up."

  "Yes Mistress, I will gladly do anything you say, thank you Mistress."

  "Drop to your knees sub," Mistress says. "I want you to lick my cunt for a moment."

  Mistress pushes her sweet cunt against her Sub's face. "Pleasure me sub. Now."

  Sub licks and sucks his beautiful Mistress' cunt. He can hear her breathing harder and he feels good that he is pleasuring her.

  "You have a hard cock my sub, don't you?"

  "Yes Mistress, it is hard for you and only you."

  "Lay on the floor," Mistress pushes her sub down so that he is on his back. "Don't make a sound or I will be angry and I will stop."

  "Yes Mistress."

  Mistress lays on top of her sub and takes his cock in her cunt. He lays flat as she fucks him also with the buttplug. In and out her thrusts are harder and faster. "No sound, stay silent or I'll stop," she says as she pounds her sub with her cunt.

  Sub nods and fights to keep silent. His cock is ready to burst. "May I cum in you Mistress?"

  "Not yet sub," Mistress stands and puts her asshole up to her subs face. "Lick me and fuck my asshole with your tongue. Beg for it first."

  "Oh please Mistress, please please may I fuck your sweet asshole with my tongue."

  Mistress laughs, "With all these people watching? You want to have my ass on your face while you stick your tongue in my asshole? What a submissive slut you are."

  "Please Mistress, your sub is begging to put his tongue in your wonderful ass."

  Mistress sits back down on her sub. "I want to feel it but I don't want to hear you enjoying it," she says. "If I hear a sound I get up and you get nothing more."

  Sub nods again and begins licking and tongue fucking his Mistress' sweet ass. He is in heaven.

  "My your cock is straining out of that ring isn't it you little slut?" Mistress laughs. "You belong between Mistress ass cheeks, don't you sub? I am your superior goddess and you are so lucky I let you lick my ass."

  "yes Mistress oh yes" sub nods and continues licking his Mistress' asshole.

  "That's enough," Mistress says and pulls away abruptly. She laughs again. "You should see yourself sub. In front of these people you are laying naked on the floor in cuffs and a dog collar. You are a sub slut and you know it, don't you?"

  "Yes Mistress, I am your sub slut."

  Mistress laughs," You are a little slut. I wonder what it will feel like to you if we happen to see anyone here on the street later?"

  Flushing red, sub is scared anew; he hadn't thought of that possibility.

  "I'd enjoy that," she smiles. "In fact, let's make this more memorable for them." Mistress addresses the crowd. "I'm Empress Deborah and this lowly sub wants to cum inside my beautiful pussy. Thumbs up or thumbs down?"

  It is silent and sub strains to hear how the crowd votes. If they vote no, he knows Mistress will enjoy edging him until his balls ache for hours afterward.

  "Thank you," sub hears Mistress say to the crowd.

  "If we see any of these people on the street, I will instruct you to walk over and introduce yourself," Mistress says. "And you will do this."

  "Yes Mistress," sub says in shame. "I will."

  Mistress puts her cunt back in her subs face. "You are lucky, sub. The crowd took pity on you. Bring me to orgasm sub. Now."

  Sub licks and plays with his Mistress' clit and cunt, back and forth for many minutes. He can hear her breathing and feel her excitement building.

  Suddenly, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she is screaming.

  Then Mistress sits her cunt on her sub's hard cock and begins pouding.

  "You want your Mistress to fuck you, don't you sub?"

  "Yes yes Mistress, please oh yes."

  "Mistress is your beautiful goddess that you worship and adore, yes?"

  "Oh yes Mistress yes," sub is in ecstacy feeling his cock in his Mistress' warm cunt.

  "Beg me to let you cum sub," Mistress says.

  "Mistress, your sub needs you so much please please allow me to cum inside you to show my love and adoration for you. I am your slave Mistress and you are the goddess."

  Mistress smiles, "You may come sub."

  And the sub feels an explosion like he has never felt before in his life.

  Mistress stands, walks over and gestures for the crowd to leave the room. Then she shuts the door. Gently, she holds her sub's head in her hands, "my sweet sub, you are welcome."

  The End.

  Kiki

  I first met Kiki in a youth hostel in New Zealand. I arrived late one afternoon at the hostel where there were several people in the kitchen, preparing an evening meal. I usually preferred Asian style food and so while I was travelling, I would prepare stir-fry dishes. I would pick up the ingredients, some form of meat and vegetables during the day. I carried oil and sauces in small bottles in my bag.

  As I began to make preparations, I attracted the attention of an Asian girl who I thought to be Japanese.

  She was about 165cms, very slim build, with black hair that had a fringe at the front, down to her eyebrows and half way down her back. At first She appeared to be quite young although I had a feeling she was older than she looked. When she spoke to me, it was with a Canadian twang.

  She was interested in what I was cooking, scallops with vegetables and rice. She asked if we could share our meals. She was cooking a Japanese dish. I agreed.

  She introduced hersel
f as Kiki.

  We shared our meal and afterwards, sat in the common room, talking. She told me that she was third generation Canadian and was a Law student. She was on a break from university and was doing some travelling.

  We seem to hit it off from the start and this little Japanese doll like female intrigued me.

  As we were going our different ways in the morning, we swapped addresses and I crawled into my bunk. Kiki was leaving early in the morning and I did not see her again.

  Several weeks later I returned home. Some time later, I received a letter from Kiki who had also returned to Canada. We continued this correspondence for years while Kiki toiled away at her Law degree that she finally achieved. I arranged for a bunch of flowers to be delivered to her on her graduation day.

  In our exchange of letters, we were not what you call intimate although we did share some of our secrets. I looked forward to each letter from Kiki.

  Several months after her graduation and two weeks before Christmas, I received a letter from Kiki, saying that she was travelling to Sydney during Christmas and would like to see me. I telephoned her and was provided with her travel details. I must admit I was very excited at the thought of seeing her again.

  It was as if we knew each other quite well although our only meeting had been for a few hours, four years earlier.

  I waited at the air terminal on the day of her flight and was very relieved to see her emerge from customs. And there she was, my little Japanese doll, as beautiful as ever. She had hardly changed since when I had last seen her in New Zealand, four years earlier.

  Kiki was pulling a wheeled case. When she saw me she broke into a run and when she was close to me, let go of the case, jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck and kissed me. We remained in embrace for some time before she let go and dropped back on to her feet although we continued to hold each other.

  When we had spoken on the phone, Kiki had asked if she could stay with me. I was OK with that. I carried her case to my car and we drove to my apartment.

  Kiki remarked that she was really feeling the heat. When she left Canada, there had been deep snow on the ground with the temperature below zero. In Sydney it was 35 degrees.

  On entering my apartment, Kiki gave me a repeat of what she had done at the airport. One thing I have not mentioned was that I was 181cms and Kiki was 165cms. There was quite a difference in our heights and size with me being 90kgs and Kiki, no more than 60kgs.

  I offered to get Kiki a cool drink but she said, "Can I have a shower, I want to get out of my hot clothes." She was wearing clothes that kept her warm in Canada but were highly unsuitable for the 35degree heat.

  I gave her towels and left her in the bathroom while I made some cold drinks in the kitchen. As I made my way from the kitchen to the balcony, I noticed that Kiki had left the bathroom door open. I could not see her in detail but could see the form of her slim body through the shower screen.

  I watched her momentarily before proceeding to the balcony. Kiki emerged shortly after, wearing a short, loose. light blue dress. With her wet hair, she did not look a day older that fourteen although I knew she was 23. She was a beautiful doll like creature.

  I was seated in a chair on the balcony, where other chairs available but Kiki chose to sit on my lap with her arms around my neck.

  "Tell me what you have been doing lately. You have not been doing anything dangerous, have you?" Kiki knew I was a Detective.

  I told Kiki, generally, some of the cases I had been working on, mostly fraud and Kiki caste her lawyer eye over them. She told me what she had been doing, having started work in the prosecutors office.

  I could not imagine a diminutive Kiki, prosecuting a case in a courtroom. I am sure she would have to stand on a box to be seen although she was a very assertive female and more than made up for her lack of height.

  After a while, I looked down and saw her eyes closing. I stood up with her in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. As I bent down to place her on the bed, she said with a sleepy voice, "Stay with me."

  I joined her in the bed and Kiki cuddled into my left side appearing to drop off to sleep immediately. I dropped off to sleep shortly after.

  I awoke some several hours later with Kiki still cuddled to my left side. I brought my right arm over to find her dress had ridden up so her back was bare. I ran my hand up her back, not encountering any bra strap. Her skin was smooth and taut.

  As I ran my hand up the small of her back, Kiki, keeping her eyes closed, cuddled up close to me as if to approve with what I was doing. She reached out to kiss me, saying, "Don't stop." She followed this with climbing on top of me, with her head resting on my shoulder. She had a very light sandalwood perfume which I found to be enchanting.

  I continued running my right hand down her back and did not encounter anything. Kiki was not wearing any knickers.

  In a sleepy voice, Kiki said, "Are you shocked? The weather is so hot here."

  She had no doubt been aware of where my hand had been.

  "I have been waiting for four years to be with my big burly Aussie detective."

  Kiki raised herself up so she could access my shirt to undo the buttons to expose my chest. She dropped back on to me for a period before sitting up and pulling her dress over her head so that she was now naked. I was right in that she had small breasts but the sight of them surely got my hormones racing.

  "Are you disappointed because my tits are so small?"

  "No. I would not have them in any other way. They are beautiful."

  "Right answer", and with that, she began kissing me again.

  Kiki rarely wore a bra and later told me she really had nothing to support. She only wore a bra when working as she did not want to have men, looking at her bare tits, down her shirt.

  Kiki got up and went to the end of the bed where she commenced removing my jeans, followed by my underpants. For the first time I was able to observe Kiki's diminutive body. She had pale skin without tan lines, carried no body fat at all and had a very small neat bush.

  One thing I had previously noticed in many Japanese girls was that they had fatty legs whereas Kiki's legs were slim and well shaped in keeping with her slim body.

  She crawled up to my penis which she massaged before putting the tip in her mouth. After a while, when I had risen to the occasion, Kiki moved up so she could straddle my hips before lowering herself slowly, on to my penis, at the same time, releasing a sigh. She then rode me although at times, we swapped roles so that I was raising her hips, allowing her to slide up and down my penis.

  Kiki closed her eyes, threw her head back and began to breathe heavily, occasionally releasing a contented moan. At times, she stopped for a period, opening her eyes and looking down at me with a devilish look in her eyes before she recommenced riding my penis.

  Kiki appeared to be content to continue riding me and controlling the fucking. I was quite happy for this to continue, listening to the contented moans from her.

  With my hands free, I was able to reach up and massage her tits which appeared quite sensitive to my touch, but when I pinched her nipples, they proved to be super sensitive, judging by Kiki's reaction.

  We had been fucking for quite some time when I felt that Kiki was about to orgasm. I had been holding back for some time and began to orgasm after Kiki.

  Kiki dropped down on to my chest, putting her arms around my neck and holding me to her.

  She remained in that position until I felt her relax and her breathing began to deepen. I slowly eased her body off me, although her head remained rested on my shoulder. I pulled the covers over her.

  I lay awake, thinking about the events of the day and my linking up with my beautiful, Japanese doll. I looked down at her sleeping form just to reassure myself that it was not a dream. Kiki was certainly real.

  In our whispered conversations later, we both confessed that we had been imagining such an encounter during the years we had been apart, although I had wondered
how we would fuck, due to the difference in our size. Later, Kiki had told me to just go ahead with fucking her as she would tell me if any position was uncomfortable for her. I was very aware of her diminutive size and did not want to harm her.

  I asked if Kiki wanted to go out for dinner but she said that she was suffering from travel fatigue, her flying time had been 20 hours with stopovers and she did not think it a good idea to go out as she would surely fall asleep. I had allowed for this and had bought ingredients to cook. Kiki had put on her blue dress, without underwear and had taken up a position on a stool at the bench in the kitchen while I prepared dinner. I must admit that knowing that Kiki was sitting there without knickers did keep my hormones on their toes.

  I had decided to cook scallops so as to recreate our previous meal together and I also knew that my earlier presentation of this dish had gone down well with Kiki.

  "It was your cooking which first caught my eye and the way you both cooked and ate with chops sticks. I was impressed. I can still remember the scallop stir-fry you cooked in the hostel. That was delicious. Would you like me to prepare some Japanese dishes for you?"

  Kiki did a tour of my cupboard, noting their contents and then drew up a list of ingredients she would require.

  The End.

  Pushing Boundaries

  Lizzie's heart pounded inside her chest as they walked from the car.

  Her sex life had been adventurous, but she never dreamed she would do anything like this.

  Touching herself in front of a lover was one thing, having a threesome with her best mate and her boyfriend was another, but performing with a virtual stranger in front of a whole crowd was territory unknown.

  She'd shared fantasies online with Simon for months after meeting briefly at a party and becoming friends on Facebook. Her best friend Kate had introduced them but warned her that Simon snared women and held them under some sort of mind control. Lizzie was smitten before that mind control even began.

  She'd opened up to him with no inhibitions whatsoever, talking candidly about her sex life with past lovers. They'd progressed to cybersex, first on social networking sites, then through Skype. There was a certain detachment that enabled Lizzie to push the boundaries, enjoying multiple orgasms without even being in the same room as the man who was making her day.

 

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