—Mr. Jake N., Tallahassee, Florida
Going Shoe Shopping With My Mistress Is Just the Start of My Servitude
My mistress is the most elegant, beautiful, and bewitching woman in the world. She’s had me under her spell for more than a year. In fact, I was immediately smitten and I moved in with her as her devoted slave within the first month of our meeting. Mistress Serafina lives in a gorgeous mansion and is gracious enough to let me serve her day and night. I do everything for her, from preparing her meals to running her baths to keeping her calendar, and she even lets me lavish her body with my tongue when I’ve been good.
Today, we went shoe shopping together. Mistress has an entire shoe closet that I keep meticulously organized. I have neatly taped Polaroids to the outsides of each of the boxes to help me keep track of which pair is which. She’s especially fond of tall, pointy shoes, as am I—the more imposing my mistress appears, the harder my cock gets.
We entered the store, my mistress marching majestically in front of me while I followed close behind and carried her bags, ready to do her bidding. Her eyes quickly scanned the shelves filled with row after row of gorgeous shoes. The scent of leather filled the air, and Mistress imperiously marched over to a corner and pointed to the shoes that she wanted me to bring to her to inspect.
When she pointed to a towering pair of boots that had a leopard-print design on the front, two buckles, and a tall stiletto heel, I almost fainted, sure that my bulging erection was visible to everyone in the store. As I asked the clerk to bring us a pair of the boots in a size nine, my hands were already trembling. I got them from the clerk and knelt in front of my mistress, gingerly unzipping the sexy black boots she had on and slipping them off her feet. I couldn’t help but spend a moment stroking her soft, perfect feet, sheathed in fine silk stockings. I was looking forward to licking her feet once we returned home. Mistress cleared her throat, and when I looked up she had that impatient look on her face she often gets when I dillydally.
I quickly let go of her foot and prepared the boot, unzipping it and holding it open for her to slide into, then zipped it back up. I did the same with the other. She held out her foot, twisting it left and right to see the boot at all angles while I sat before her patiently, my legs folded underneath me. When she placed the heel of her boot on my shoulder, the pressure made my body tremble, as did the brief flash of her pussy. I hoped that we wouldn’t be shopping for much longer, because I wanted to be alone with my mistress. She traced the heel of the boot very lightly against my cheek, just enough to make my mouth salivate with the desire to suck on the long, sticklike heel, before she placed her foot against my bulging crotch, beckoning me to remove them.
I did so and gingerly placed them back in the box. “Those!” she commanded, pointing to a pair of tall, black patent leather heels. They had the same effect on me, and I blushed as I handed the single shoe to the clerk while he looked at me as if he knew exactly what was going on over in our corner. When I brought the shoes back to her, Mistress was tapping her foot on the floor.
“You took too long, slave, and I’m going to have to punish you for that when we get home. Right now, put those heels on my feet,” she said, her tone brooking no argument. Somehow, the angrier she gets, the hornier I get, and the more I want to serve her. My cock was aching as I reached for the beautiful shoes. They were a bit small, and I did my best to inch them around the edges of her foot, but it was still a tight fit. I did eventually get them both on, but could tell they were pinching her feet slightly. “Get them off—you’re worthless!” she barked, grabbing the pair she’d worn into the store and putting them on herself. “Here,” she said, shoving the box with the boots at me. “Go pay for these and meet me at the car.”
I scurried over to the counter and paid for them, then raced back to the car to drive us home. Mistress didn’t say a word to me, and even though I felt guilty for not having moved quickly enough for her, I was still as hard as a rock and fully prepared to make up for any transgressions by sexually pleasuring her. I parked, and she rushed into the house while I gathered her bags and followed her inside. I found Mistress in her bedroom, where I hung her bag in its place and once again knelt in front of her. Starting to apologize I said, “Mistress, I—” But she cut me off.
“I don’t care what you have to say. You’re going to start making it up to me right now. I want my new boots, too,” she said, and I once again took them out and placed her beautiful feet into the lined interior. This time, though, when she stuck out her foot, I ducked down lower and began sucking on the heel as I’d wanted to do in the store. I wrapped my lips around the pointy length and then eased off and traced my tongue along the lower edges, then kissed my way upward, trying to gauge exactly what Mistress wanted from me. I was easing up her calf, intent on reaching her pussy, which I could see above me through the parted folds of her skirt. But she quickly made sure I paid similar attention to her other boot, and I kissed, licked, and duly worshiped her boot, licking each silver stud along the side and kissing every buckle.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mistress Serafina lifted up her skirt to reveal her perfect, shaved pussy. My cock surged against my zipper, pressing almost painfully against its confines, but I ignored that momentary twinge as my mouth moved up against her cunt. Mistress tasted as sweet as ever, and I buried my tongue deep in her hole, grateful for the chance to do what I do best—orally pleasure her. I sank my tongue into her cunt, lapping up her juices as I rubbed my face against her wetness, savoring the smell of her delicious nectar as I ate her. I was pleased to hear her let out a long moan as my tongue’s movements started to work on her. When she grabbed my head, slamming me tighter against her and moving my face up and down, I knew that all was forgiven as she manipulated my mouth against her pussy, bringing herself to a rousing orgasm.
When she was done and I’d swallowed all of her come, she lifted my wet face away from her and looked down at me, her face relaxed but neutral—neither angry nor ecstatic. “Well, my slave, it looks like you’ve redeemed yourself once again,” she said, the sole of her boot now pressing lightly against my cock. “And it looks like you’ve enjoyed yourself as well. Draw me a bath, and I might let you jerk off in front of me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said before scurrying off to the bathroom. Mistress likes the water at a very warm but not too hot temperature. I always make sure to use her favorite scented bubble bath and light a few floating candles. If the water is too hot or too cold, or any of the elements are not just right—if, for example, the towels are not aligned properly—she refuses to take the bath and doesn’t speak to me for several hours. After I’d tested the water with my hand and made sure everything else was up to her exacting standards, I went to fetch her, helping her slip into her silk lounging robe. I was excited beyond measure when she deemed her bath acceptable.
After she sank into the water, she motioned that I could relieve myself. I turned toward the sink and, while Mistress looked on, jerked myself off. I was flushed with arousal as well as pride in being a good slave, and I came after only a few hard pumps of my fist around my cock. I quickly cleaned off myself and the sink, and then Mistress even allowed me to join her in the bath and massage her feet. It’s not easy being a slave, but I’m honored that my mistress considers me worthy of serving her.
—Mr. Andrew K., Charlotte, North Carolina
When Her Skirt’s Too Short, He Makes Her Wear a Collar, Leash, and Hot Wax
I don’t remember exactly when the first time I dominated my girlfriend, Fiona, was, but I can tell you that we’ve been engaging in all sorts of kinky role-playing ever since. I usually start out by lowering my voice and telling her what a bad girl she is. Last night was a typical encounter. She walked through the door after a late-night class (she’s a grad student), looking slightly tired but undeniably sexy in her short schoolgirl skirt that skimmed her upper thighs and showed off her tight ass when she turned around. Her tank top was so thin I could see her pierc
ed nipples poking through the sheer fabric.
I stared at her, willing her to look up at me. Finally, she did. “Fiona, what have I told you about wearing such skimpy outfits to class? I don’t want every guy in there daydreaming about you.”
“But it’s so hot out, and this was the lightest thing I could find. Besides, I thought you liked it,” she said, turning to me with a pout. With her lower lip protruding, she certainly looked adorable, but she couldn’t get me to change my mind that easily.
“I know it’s hot, but you don’t need to go showing off every inch of your body. Get over here,” I said, flashing her my best wicked grin, the one she knows means that I’m going to find some way to deliciously torment her body. She dropped her backpack on the floor and sauntered over to me, looking down at me while her full breasts hovered near my mouth. I couldn’t resist tugging on one of the silver rings with my teeth, gnawing it through the fabric of her top. She moaned immediately and gripped my shoulder for support. I lifted her tank top and fastened my mouth directly on one nipple while fondling the ring in her other one. Just as she started to get used to my actions, tossing her head back and whimpering with arousal, I paused. “Do you think that’s going to be your punishment for letting all those guys imagine what your cunt looks like? No way,” I told her, pulling back. I lifted the tank top over her head, then undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground.
I pulled her small white thong down, leaving it in place at her ankles. “Stay there,” I said, and she obeyed me, even though I could see her pussy was getting slick with moisture and her nipples were jutting out. I went to our special sex drawer and took out her collar, a black leather one with a silver ring where a leash can be attached. I settled it around her neck, then took out a long silver leash chain I’d retrieved from the fridge where it stays nice and cool, and as I attached it, I let the cold silver rub against her back and then over her breasts.
I’d bought an extra-long chain so that I could have some added fun with it, and after swinging it in the air and giving it the occasional tug, I moved the chain so it ran from her neck down between her breasts and then along her pussy, looping it between her legs. When I tugged on it, she let out another groan, then gnashed her teeth as the chilly metal rubbed against her clit and pussy lips, slipping between her labia to stroke her slit. I nudged her legs apart and settled myself below them so I could stare up at the sight of her pink lips as the leash rubbed against them. My cock was totally hard by this point, and I just needed to figure out how I wanted to fuck my sexy bad girl.
I stood, lifting the leash as I did. Then I took it away from her cunt and used it to lead her into the bedroom, knowing that the pressure from the collar was surely turning her on. When we got there, I teased her with the leash’s rings again, clanging them against her cunt before replacing the cool metal with the warm head of my cock. I rubbed the tip against her slick entrance, teasing her with my hardness. “Yes, yes, give me your cock,” she begged, but I just kept it there, standing behind her while jangling the collar.
“Not yet, sweetie, I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson well enough,” I said, ignoring her whimpers and the spasming of her cunt. “Lie down on your back for me,” I instructed, while I got out a simple black blindfold. Her body visibly shuddered when I slipped it over her eyes, giving her the opportunity to truly submit to me and experience our fucking more fully with her other senses. Then I got out my stash of specially made candles, the kind I only use to drip wax on her gorgeous, writhing body. I made sure she heard me light the match, and watched as the realization of what I was about to do crossed her face. I took a red candle and held it a few inches above her chest, letting the wax build until enough of it had bubbled to the surface. Then I tipped the candle slightly, watching the red liquid fall from the tip of the candle and splash onto the expanse of skin between her breasts.
“Oh, that’s good!” Fiona cried out, as the wax splashed against her body before hardening against her pale flesh. Then I moved the candle slightly lower, so she could feel the heat emanating from it, before I tilted it again so the wax landed on the edge of her areola. I watched as that nipple puckered even more, stiff as could be as it reacted to the swift warmth of the candle. Then I made a figure eight, going around the edge of one breast, back around between them, and along the other one, while Fiona bit her lip, writhing in utter pleasure. I held her breast in my hand, making her nipple a steady target for the wax. As I poured it over her ring-encased nub, she cried out, spreading her legs so I could see just how wet her pussy was getting. I teased her with the wax, trailing it down her stomach to the smooth area right above her pussy, letting the heat permeate her lower half, before blowing out the candle and positioning my cock at her entrance.
This time, I didn’t wait but simply shoved my cock into her absolutely sopping cunt. I removed the blindfold so Fiona could see me, and she put a pillow under her head so she could watch as I plunged my cock in and out of her tight hole, her body reacting each time my long dick emerged from her wetness. She’d look from my cock back to my face, then began playing with her nipples, tugging on the wax-covered rings and sighing in delight. The more she pulled, the more snug her cunt became.
I lifted her hands, holding them above her head, and then, with my cockhead lodged lightly inside her, I had her roll over so she was on her stomach, knowing the rings would press back into her sensitive nipples. I kept her wrists pinned against the bed with one hand while stroking her clit with the other as I filled her with my cock repeatedly. I nipped at the back of her neck, kissed her soft skin, and then licked her smooth flesh while she rocked her hips back against mine. As opposed to the slow, tantalizing way I’d dripped the wax onto her chest, I was now racing to my climax, shoving my dick inside her with increasing force while she grunted and bucked with just as much energy. For us, fucking is almost like a sport, one where we are on the same team, reaching for the same goal. I pinched her clit, moving faster until my cock was barely leaving her cunt, instead simply rocking lightly back and forth while staying buried inside her. When she erupted into a rollicking climax, her pussy unleashing her juices onto my dick, I exploded, too.
When we were done, she examined herself in the mirror, her body displaying several reminders of our session. She slithered back into the skirt that had gotten her into so much trouble, taunting me by swishing the pleats around to show off her ass. “Careful, my dear, you might get a spanking if you keep daring me like that.” Fiona simply smiled and bent over, and we started our kinky shenanigans once again.
—Mr. Carl D., San Diego, California
She Takes Over the Household—and Her Husband
My husband, Sean, and I read Penthouse Variations cover to cover every month, and are always looking for ways to add more erotic sizzle to our sex life, especially in the area of female domination. It’s one of our long-standing fantasies, and I get totally wet when I think about taking total control over Sean, and nothing gets him harder than the idea of submitting to my will.
When Sean recently lost his job, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. We used the opportunity to further explore my dominance over him. While I knew he’d easily be able to find another job, I figured we could have some fun with his time at home. While he was collecting unemployment and I was working, I decided that instead of sitting around the house, he would become my house slave and personal assistant.
I told him that every day I would leave him a set list of chores, and I’d be checking up on his progress throughout the day. If he didn’t get them done by the time I returned home, we wouldn’t have sex that night and he wouldn’t be allowed to come. I’d only skirted around being truly dominant before, but as the words left my mouth, I started to realize how wet they were making me. We’d played around, talking dirty about me being his mistress, but I’d never taken it into the realm of real life like this.
This arrangement would work in a number of ways, because we really did need to get the house in order, and the
idea of him running around, taking in my dry cleaning, cooking dinner, making the bed, and doing anything I asked, pleased me on many levels.
The first day of his servitude, he got up before me, laying out my work clothes and making breakfast. I left him the list, which included basic household chores and an order forbidding masturbation, which I knew would be tough for him to obey. All day, I was aroused at the idea of stripping him down and having my way with him that evening. When I came home, I was almost disappointed to find the house sparkling clean and dinner simmering on the stove. He’d even done a few things not on my original list, like cleaning the bathroom and ironing my suits. I was trying to figure out what I could do to “punish” him when I saw a video sticking out of the VCR. It was an X-rated one that I knew was his favorite. “Oh, Sean, could you come here, please?” I called, not letting on exactly what was in store for him.
He came toward me, beaming, clearly expecting my praise. “What’s this?” I asked, holding the tape right in front of his face.
“Oh,” he said quietly, his head dropping as he tried to downplay his misdeed. “I, I… I was watching it,” he finished, looking up at me with a contrite expression.
I stepped closer, placing my hand on his cock, which was hard beneath his pants. “What else were you doing while you were watching it? It wouldn’t happen to be something I specifically forbade you to do, would it?” I asked, raising my voice as my grip got firmer on his cock, while I waved the tape around.
“Yes, ma’am, I’m sorry,” he replied, but it was too late. I took his belt out of his pants, tossing the tape on the floor as I brandished my new weapon in the air.
“Get undressed. It seems that you still have some lessons to learn about being a proper house slave,” I instructed. He quickly scrambled out of his pants and I gave him a few lashes, my breath getting faster as I watched the belt sail through the air. When I finally peeled down his briefs, his ass was tinged pink, and I delivered a few direct blows with the belt that left light red stripes atop the pinkness. He moaned when I ran my fingers over his warm ass, then let out a deep growl when I brought his wrists together behind his back and tied them with the belt. I could see him trying to figure out just how sturdy his bonds were. I held his wrists in one hand and fondled his balls with the other. “Don’t worry. I’ve made it so you can’t get away—I know what I’m doing. Now we’re going to eat dinner, but you’re going to have to eat with your hands tied behind you as punishment.”
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